Page 27 of Ace's Winning Hand
“You hungry, Hollywood?”
I can see the challenge in his eyes, and it makes a giddy feeling bubble up in my belly.
“I’m starving,” I tell him, my tone dramatic, as I turn toward him slightly.
When his face falls, I bite my lip to stop myself from laughing. I bet big, bad bikers don’t like being called cute.
I keep that little thought to myself. For now.
“But not for food,” I add while gripping his hand and tugging him along toward the elevator.
I swear the ride up to my floor takes forever. But then I’m bursting through the hotel room door and Hawkins is right there with me. His eyes widen when I push him back against the door, but I know I wouldn’t be able to move him letting me get away with it.
With slow movements I sink down to my knees and Hawkins makes a strangled sound in the back of his throat. He rasps, “What are you doing?”
I look up at him from underneath my lashes, my words teasing as I reach for his belt, “I would think it’s obvious, Mr. Biker.”
He groans, his fingers sliding into my hair and pulling it back to ensure he has a good view. One side of my mouth curls up in a smirk as I pull his jeans and boxer briefs down over his hips. When his cock springs free, my mouth fucking waters and I lick my lips.
“Fuck, Quincy,” his voice is pained. “Seeing you on your knees for me is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.” When I arch an eyebrow and wrap my fingers around the base of his shaft, he lets out a sinister chuckle. “Since I met you, I’ve been witnessing a lot of sexy things.”
Pleasure spreads through me with his words. I look up at him and take in his wide blue eyes. I slide the crown of his cock back and forth over my bottom lip, loving the way his fingers clench the strands of my hair even tighter.
“You can’t tease me,” he grunts. “Your perfect mouth is too fucking close to my dick for you to tease me now.”
My tongue flicks out over the head, and I let out a moan when I taste his pre-cum. He growls softly and his hips jolt when I part my lips and suck him into my mouth. I relax my jaw as I start to bob up and down his length.
The feeling of his shaft twitching in my hand as I pump in time with my mouth is addictive. I watch, fascinated, as his jaw clenches and his gaze turns fucking molten.
I watch every reaction, every breath, every shudder. Learning what gives my man the most pleasure is incredibly sexy.
Far too quickly, he’s pulling me back, my mouth making a wet slurping sound as his cock bobs in front of my face. I try to lean forward to suck him back inside, but Hawkins holds me back.
I look up at him, about to ask him what gives, when he growls, “As much as I want to watch you swallow down every drop of my cum, I need to be inside of your sweet pussy.”
With a small whimper, he hauls me to my feet and carries me over to the bed. He strips me quickly, not that there’s much for him to peel from my body, before he turns me toward the bed and slaps my ass. “Hands and knees, Hollywood.”
The sinful temptation in his voice, the way his words rumble over my skin, has me scrambling to comply. When I’m in front of him on the bed, my arms already trembling from anticipation, I can almost feel Hawkins taking a deep breath behind me.
I hear the rustle of his clothing and then the heat of his body washes over me. He doesn’t just grip my hips. He drapes his large frame over me.
As the crown of his cock slides through my wet pussy lips, I try to angle my hips just right, but he’s there holding me in place. Right where he wants me.
“Say it,” he growls against the shell of my ear.
“I’m yours,” I pant the words, feeling them to the depth of my soul.
“Damn fucking right you are,” he sounds feral. It only makes me wetter for him. “And I’m yours,” he promises.
I don’t get the chance to say anything as he fills me with one brutal thrust, and I’m rocked forward with the force of it. But he’s right there, solid, and holding me steady.
Hawkins pounds into me, claiming me, marking me as his. Every thrust makes it feel like I’m floating higher and higher. It’s dizzying.
It’s maddening.
When we come, it’s together with our names being whispered with a reverence which gives me just a little bit more hope.
Hope for the life I want.
