Page 4 of Craving Her

Shit, the head of his dick stood up to see the show. Miss Hannigan, taking her shirt off and standing before him. Her tits pressing through the red lace of her bra. The eye of his dick started crying. Did she wear the red lace for him? Dammit, she had come here to live out her sick fantasy. The fantasy had been cool when he’d been a young probate. Catching the castoffs whenever one of the brothers tossed them back into the water. Where he and Rogue waited to swallow them up. Then he’d gotten patched. No more castoffs or house mice for them. They still shared occasionally but the chrome no longer had the luster. The old ladies were cool. He’d been close to more than one. Or as close as a jealous brother would allow. It was still hard to think about Ruiz and Lana. When she betrayed him, it had fucked them all up. But hell, why think about that when Miss Hannigan was shimmying out of those jeans. Her jeans were wide-legged and hid the curve of her sexy legs. Good thing he had a photographic memory ‘cause he hadn’t forgotten a damn thing about the way her legs went on for days. The curves like hills on an Allegheny highway. She shivered before him, her nipples puckering up. From the cold or from the fucking fantasy?

“Fold them up and put them on the chair. Leave the bra and the panties with them.” Her breath hitched but she nodded. Ah, so she had a submissive streak. Good. A lot of strong women did. And it played nice with the mood he was in. He wanted to punish her. Punish her for coming in here and demanding sex like he was a damn vending machine giving out sex to anybody. Punish her for never giving him an opening to come at her, like he would a potential old lady. He would have offered her the fucking moon. She was that damn beautiful. Until she’d made it ugly. Now he was going to make it uglier. Destroy their fantasies so neither one of them would ever want this shit again. Bring a towel.” He nodded to the shelving unit by the chair. Her brows drew together. But she didn’t ask any questions. Good. That wasn’t her role today. Today he was in fucking charge of the class, and he wasn’t taking any questions.

“Offer them to me.” He took the towel from her hands and dropped it to the tile between them.

“Offer them…” She had no fucking clue. A club mama would have been all over that shit. Her almond-shaped brown eyes drew together.

“Put your hands under your tits and lift them to my mouth.” Her mouth rounded. Shit, his dick leaked some more.

She followed his command, completing each step with her eyes locked on his. Hot as fuck. He hissed. He needed his fucking camera for this. He had a couple of pics he had saved from his probate days. But this pic would be the one he would keep and delete all the others. Her brown hands holding up her breasts like the offering to an idol on an altar. Her purple-tipped nails a better decoration than the bra had been. “Pull your nipples get them ready for me.”

She looked down. “Um…”

“Would you let me pierce them? Mark them for the rest of your life, so you’d never forget this day. This man. So, when you’re with your white picket fence husband, every time he looked at them, you’d remember that you offered them to me. And I claimed them as mine.”

“Um…”

“You don’t have a lot to say, do you Miss Hannigan? Cat got your tongue or biker?” He leaned down and brushed his lips over hers. Too soft. Way softer than she deserved with her bad ass. But hell, he was a man being offered a treat and he sure as fuck wasn’t Rector. He’d tried to be good. Do the right thing and turn her ass away. Until she fucking insisted. And now, nobody was turning away. He sucked her hard raisins into his mouth. He’d never cared for raisins, they were too sugary sweet. But he’d have to give the dried fruit another try. ‘Cause this sugary sweetness was heaven. He pulled on the nipple again with a strong suck.

He growled, letting her hear his rough. Since that’s what she wanted. “Like this.” He didn’t wait for her ‘um’. “This is how I want my dick sucked. Pull it in. Hold it tight with your hand and then suck my shit down to the bone. Pulling on it the whole time. Using your tongue to whip the sides, but never stop sucking. Until my shit can’t get any harder. Just like this.” He gave her another demo. Whipping her nipple as he sucked harder than a calf at his mama’s teat. Pulling back to expose her nipple to the cool air. Blowing on it with his breath before repeating himself. Easing up long enough to say, “don’t forget to blow. A lot of chicks forget why it’s called a blow job. Get it nice and wet, blow and then get to work. Like it’s your fucking job. You got that, Miss Hannigan?” He chewed her breast back into his mouth. Munching down until he captured the sweet meat again. He brought her hand back up to the neglected breast. He never told her to stop offering him. Positioning her hand for her altar offering again. And giving a long tugging pinch as punishment. Her gasp had him smiling around the breast he held. So his mouth rode over to her other breast. Covering his pinch and sucking away the pain. Dammit, giving her his soft again, when a lot of brothers wouldn’t give a fuck. “Keep holding them. I want them up, as high as you can get them.” He took the towel from around his neck and folded it. Laying it on the ceramic tile beneath them. When he’d made a knee pad for her, he pulled back. “Down on your knees. Take off my pants.”

She looked down at the towel and then back up at him. Her almond eyes widened to walnuts. “I’m not. I mean, I don’t really know how to…”

His nostrils flared. She looked so innocent and almost got his soft again. But fuck that. That wasn’t what she came here for. “You do. I just showed you. Just like that. Lick. Suck. Play. Release and blow. Then do it all again.” Her eyes squeezed together. And her nose crinkled. Shit, adorable and sexy. So, fucking sexy as she focused on the best way to suck his cock. He should probably tell not to focus too much. His dick was so hard it didn’t give a fuck what she did. He would probably come as soon as she touched it. He helped her down to her knees with a light push on her shoulders. He could have helped her to the table and laid his ass down. But this was too fucking hard to resist. Ms. Hannigan on her knees in the middle of the private ink room. Taking classes from him for a change.

She got his jeans off and helped him get rid of his shitkicker boots. “Um,” she murmured his new favorite word. “What should I…”

“Uh, uh. Not to me. Talk to your new master. Ask him.” Her eyes got even bigger. Growing from walnuts to basketballs. But she played along. Indulginghisfantasy.

He grabbed the nape of her neck. Loving that her short haircut allowed him to ride her scalp under his palm. No hair getting in the way of his view. He pushed her face to his dick. Every word brushing against his gear shift as she asked again. This time he let her get to ‘do,’ using the opening to nudge his way into her mouth. His sharp inhale almost had her stopping. Lord God, lady don’t stop. He should have known it. Miss Hannigan was as good a student as she was a teacher. Following his instructions to perfection. Dammit. He didn’t want to blow his load down her throat. But what else could he fucking do when her mouth worked him like he’d worked her. Give and fucking take until he couldn’t take it no more.

“Up.” He choked the word with a harsh exhale.

“Up?”

Shit, now he didn’t have time for her deer in the headlights shit. Not when his dick was riding him harder than the road ever had. “Get the fuck up.” She winced at his language. But fucking did it. Over to the table.” She hopped her ass a little faster when he spanked it. He paused at the supply table to grab a condom from out of the drawer. Thank God Marley and Rogue hadn’t used them up. They were always in the private room getting it on. She was climbing on the table when he stopped her. “I didn’t say get on it.” He growled. “Get down. Hands on the table. Turn around.” She drew her brows together but did what the fuck he said. “Good job, Miss Hannigan. That’s just how I want you. Face down, ass up. I want to see all that glorious ass before I come all over it. Paint your tattoo a new color.”

Chapter 6

What was she doing? Her breath shuddered as she leaned over the table. The padded cushion of the table braced her legs. She’d held herself up by her arms until he stepped behind her and splayed her flat. His hands reaching under her torso to rub her breasts. Pulling her nipples and abrading them against the padded table. Once her nipples were hard nubs, he worked his hands to the back. Kneading her shoulders. Kissing the nape of her neck, sucking down the side of the long tendons to her shoulders. His breath warming and tickling her earlobe before he sucked it into his mouth. Shooting it back out with a sudden plop. Oh God, could she get any wetter? Breath was stalling in her chest. His hands slid down her spine igniting each individual vertebra. Shooting flames along the nerve endings. Electrifying her. The hands stopped at the dip of her butt. His lips had followed the trail blazed by his fingertips until they came to her tattoo.

“When I saw this tattoo, I wanted to trace every line with my tongue. I wanted to suck on the vines around each word. I love this tattoo. It’s exactly how I felt when I walked in the classroom.Hot for teacher.So damn, hot for teacher. But is the teacher hot for me?”

She didn’t answer. How could she? With the flames reaching up from the base of her spine, stealing her voice. He drew his hand along the crack of her butt cheeks. Tracing down to the slash hidden between her thighs. His thumb trailed behind grazing over her dark raisin opening. He wouldn’t? Would he? How far was she willing to go? But his hand kept moving. And she could breathe again. His fingers found their way between her slit. Pulling her lips back to bathe in the fluid pumping out of her body with each ragged breath.

“Are you ready for me? Are you as hot for me as I was for you?” His fingers swirled in her open passage, punctuating his questions. And pulling out even more of her liquid heat. “You’re not answering. Are you paying attention?” The fingers swirling inside her passage knuckled up. And his thumb, that naughty thumb that had played with her dusty spot took the lead. Pressing her clit, like someone desperately pressing a doorbell button, hoping for entry. “Answer me, Elyse.”

Her name rolled off his tongue in thick syrupy heavy ropes of molasses. Her breath hitched when she heard her name on his lips for the first time. She hated the way he said Miss Hannigan. Enunciating it like a sneer and a challenge. Like he’d never forget, she’d made him her student. But when he rolled her name Elyse off his tongue. It was worse. Because the sneer was gone. And the word became a plea and a promise.

“You’re going to have to talk to me. You’re going to tell me what you want.” He commanded like it was so damn easy. He took his cock and swirled the space opened by his fingers. He was huge. She reared her head back but couldn’t see a damn thing. But she felt it. Felt it testing her open pussy. His cock asking the same question she had. Would he fit? He rotated his dick around some more. “Ask me, Elyse. Ask me for what you want.”

“I want… I want you.” No one would believe she was a writer. Not when she’d been wordless ever since he brought her in the room. She had no metaphors, similes, or euphemisms. Nothing, if this was a book, every page would be blank.

“What do you want from me, Elyse?” He growled. “Dammit, tell me what you want, and put us both out of this misery.”

It was the first time he’d cracked. She’d known he was turned on by the hard brick erection pressing against her pussy. She felt him pulsing and throbbing in her mouth as she sucked him down. But this was the first time he’d broken. Frustration seeping from every poor. He slapped her butt to get her response. “Ask me dammit. Ask me.” His sandpaper voice barking his demand.

“Fuck me, Renegade. I want you. Want your cock buried as deep inside as you can shove it. Please fuck me.”

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