Grunting and groaning, he pumps into me, and I dig my nails into thighs.
“You going to swallow everything I have to give you?”
“Mmm.”
“Such a good girl.” Part of me flashes back to all the times I’ve been told that, but none of them felt right the way this one does.
Saint pulls back, giving me free reign to swirl my tongue and hollow my cheeks sucking hard. The vein under my tongue throbs, and his entire head pulses.
I lose myself to it for a minute before he barks, “Fuck.”
Opening my eyes gives me the best view of the torment taking over Saint’s features. God, yes.
“Pump. Squeeze. Right here.” His hand strokes mine over the few inches I can grasp at his base. “Suck.”
I obey, taking his instructions with gusto. And all that control he’s usually cloaked in cracks. Agonizing pleasure tips his head back, tightens his muscles, and sends him pulsing in my mouth.
The first spurt of hot cum surprises me, but I swallow and keep swallowing as Saint groans. God, it’s hot. Watching him fallapart and being the cause of it…I’m soaked and ready for more when he relaxes under me, pulling me off his cock.
I’m panting, massaging his inner thighs as he looks me over.
What must I look like?
His thumb brushes the underside of my mouth, and I dart my tongue out to taste him. “So fucking naughty.”
He takes a few more deep breaths before he stuffs himself back in his jeans and helps me to my feet with his hands under my arms. Leaning me against his desk, I bask in how he takes care of me, bending to my feet and helping me put my shorts back on.
Saint brushes my hair out of my face, smoothing it with his fingers as he checks me over. “Okay?”
I nod, a bit dreamy and satisfied yet still burning with a need that might linger for a long, long time.
“Good. Come on. Let’s get you a drink.”
He walks me back to the bar with all the men watching, nodding to Pixie to make me a drink before leaning in to whisper in my ear. “Just want you to remember that although the lock kept them out, the walls didn’t stop them from hearing everything.”
And he just leaves me there, burning up under Doc and Sin’s stares.
16
WREN
Doc approaches first, leaning on the bar and looking at my mouth. Likely swollen from kisses and…other things. The longer he examines me, the more heat I feel burning my cheeks.
Then he smirks, desire filling his eyes as he looks up into mine.
I suck in a shallow breath and hold it, trying to stand my ground and utterly failing.
Settling himself on a stool across from me, he braces both elbows on the bar and lets his gaze do a tour of my body. “I’ll take a Scotch. Neat.”
Nodding, I grab a glass and the bottle, pouring him one.
He sips it. I swear to god, the tension of his attention swells, ready to swallow me whole and pull me under. Is it because I’m still soaked and throbbing and needy?
Is it simply my reaction to him? His proximity? I’ve been drawn to him this whole time, and his attention hasn’t wavered once. Not even when warned off of me.
I find any reason to keep moving, grabbing glasses and washing them in a sink of warm, sudsy water. The simple motion keeps my mind occupied because I’m going to start trembling under Doc’s scrutiny.
Tension grips my lungs, and I’m struggling to breathe because I want to engage but know better than to do it. Here. In front of so many of the club members and their little biker bunnies.
