He hesitated. “I’m not a good person. I kill when I need to. Been to prison, too, for the possession of an illegal firearm.”
I nodded and took a sip of rum, cringing at the burning sensation that slid down my throat. I didn’t drink alcohol often because I hated how vulnerable I felt. As an assassin I needed to be ready for anything, even people attacking me in my bed, and alcohol in my system meant my reaction times weren’t functioning at their full capacity.
“Do you like it?” he whispered, slipping his feet to the floor and standing. Luke wasn’t much taller than me, but he was at the perfect height where I didn’t have to push myself onto my toes to kiss him. Leaning forward and pressing my mouth against his didn’t take much energy, and he kissed back eagerly, tasting of cinnamon and tangy spice. His lips were rough and demanding and he always ate at my mouth like he hungered for me. The feeling was refreshing, and I couldn’t remember the last time Ineededsomeone this badly.
He shoved me against the island, and I went, letting him crowd against me as he cupped my face and pushed his tongue into my mouth. The scent of blood tickled my nose and pleasure zinged through me. I’d seen and smelled so much death that it had a predatory effect on me. I was an animal who wanted to fuck and kill, and this time was no different. I’d killed a man and now I wanted to fuck like it was the end of the world.
I slid my hand down his body and grabbed his half-hard cock. He groaned, rutting against my palm.
“I want to suck you,” I whispered, and without waiting for permission I forced him back a few steps and fell to my knees. I worked on the button and zipper of his jeans while he grabbed the hem of his shirt, dragging it up and over his head, leaving him shirtless for my hungry gaze. I’d seen him like this before but never up close, and I wanted to trace every tattoo on his chest and belly with my tongue. The ink on his torso was black, like on his neck, and there were flowers as well, which extended across his pecs and down his stomach. The patterns were intricate with enough detail to make them appear real. The nipple ring glinted tantalizingly at me.
Licking my lips, I yanked down his jeans and boxers and he stepped out of them, kicking them to the side, and I stared at his cock like it was the first time I was seeing it. In a way thiswasthe first time because I hadn’t seen it up close. I could guess an approximate size from where I’d spied on him at Kings’ parties, but being in front of him meant I could see every vein and bump on his hard flesh, as well as the tattoo Ididn’tknow he had.
I frowned, running my nail over the rose that had been inked onto the underside of his cock. “Is that a…?”
He laughed. “Dick tattoo? Yeah.”
I blinked up at him. “Did it hurt?”
Shaking his head, he grabbed the base in his fingers and wiggled it at me. “Nah. It stung, but I got hard when PD was doing it. It’s a weird sensation. Why? Want one?”
I snorted and wrapped my hand around his meaty erection. “No one is going near my cock with a needle.”
He winked down at me, and I rolled my eyes before I took the head into my mouth. I sucked teasingly, digging my tongue into his slit before I slid my mouth farther down onto his hardening flesh. He wasn’t the biggest I’d had, but I’d learned quickly in life that it wasn’t always about the size. Luke wasn’t small, though. I usually found his length to be the best to take in the ass.
Cupping his balls, I massaged them in my palm as I slid my mouth to the base, gagging slightly at the feel of the head touching the back of my throat. I sucked hard before I started bobbing my head back and forth, applying pressure with my lips when I felt it was needed.
He held himself up with a hand against the kitchen island, while the other went into my hair, grabbing a chunk and tugging. I groaned at the sting from my scalp.
“Fuck yeah.” Luke moaned above me. “Here. Hold still.” His grip on my hair tightened and he made me stay that way before fucking into my mouth roughly, his cock pounding into my throat with enough force I would feel it for days. He didn’t take any prisoners, and his animalistic thrusts had my cock throbbing with the need to escape the confines of my underwear and jeans.
He fucked me like a man possessed, and there was something extra sexy about seeing him above me, his muscles straining and his face twisted in desire and need as he shoved his hips forward, his cock stuffing my mouth.
I tapped his thigh and he slowed down, unscrewing his eyes to stare down at me. “You okay?” he panted.
I slipped my mouth off his stiffy and licked my lips. “How about we take this upstairs? I have lube up there, and I want you to fuck me.”
His pupils dilated and he grinned. “Fuck yeah, let’s do that.” Reaching down, he hauled me to my feet and nearly dragged me up the stairs. I couldn’t help but laugh, even if the sight of him naked with his hard cock bobbing while he walked happened to be one of the sexiest things I’d seen in a long time.
“You better hope KC doesn’t wake up. You’ll give my son nightmares.”
Luke chuckled. “More like wet dreams.”
I rolled my eyes and led him to my bedroom, shoving him inside, turning on the light, and closing the door behind me. Spinning toward him, I hooked my fingers under my turtleneck and slid it up and over my head before I worked on my jeans. He watched, mouth wet from where he’d licked his lips. He stroked his cock slowly as I dropped my jeans to the floor, leaving me in my favorite pink briefs with a strawberry print.
He cocked his head, amusement playing over his face. “Ah, what is that?”
I grinned and spun on my heel, giving him a better view of the pattern across my ass. “They’re strawberries.”
He grinned and shifted across the room to squeeze my left asscheek. “Nah. Those are peaches, baby. All squishy.” He tapped my cheek with four fingers.
I snorted, but when he wrapped his arms around me and pressed his chest to my back, I froze, curious to see what he’d do next. He danced his hand over my stomach, dipping his finger into my belly button, which had me rolling my eyes. Chuckling, he slid his hand lower and tugged at the waistband of my briefs so he could grab hold of my cock without any barriers. I hissed at his touch. It’d been too long since I had another man’s hand on me, and desire turned my body hot. My cock throbbed when he wrapped his fingers around my width and tugged at it gently, almost playfully.
“You’re so hot,” he whispered into my ear. “I want to fuck you against the windows. I want the world to know you’re mine for tonight while I drill my dick into your hole.”
I shivered at his dirty words, goose bumps rising on my skin. “You want my snooty neighbors to see it?”
“Fuck yeah. Let those rich assholes know you’re being fucked by a biker.”
