His Young Queen: (Steel Jackals MC #1) (14 page)

She came apart, soaking his shaft twice from the brain-numbing orgasms he wrung from her, while he remained rock-solid despite one release that was so copious his unrelenting thrusts caused it to overflow her pussy and drip down the insides of her thighs. As requested, she was coated in his pearly wetness in no time.

“Are you aware that when you come, this little pussy sucks on my cock the same way your mouth did the other night?”

“Josh,” Tish admonished absently, almost used to the smut now. She was distracted by the brightness in her eyes. He was behind her, and she was watching through the mirror attached to her dresser how perfectly they looked together, how their bodies moved, how beautiful he was with his hair damp and flopped over onto his forehead. How large his hands looked as they covered her breasts and pushed them together.

“Jerked off in the shower last night imagining I was fucking these beauties.”

She saw her whole face light up in the reflection. “You did?”

“Yes, I did.”

“I like that you masturbate to thoughts of me.”

“Then you’ll love hearing that the night before I sprayed the tile in that fuckin’ hotel room shower reliving you on your knees, and I’ll use that image for months to come. Unless I’m using you.” He winked, and then patted her hip with his palm. “Speaking of knees…” He pulled out of her, spun her around, and dropped to the floor. “I think I owe you a tongue bath, don’t I?”

He picked up her left leg and threw it over his shoulder, then proceeded to melt her bones by licking her thighs and eating her pussy like she was the tastiest of desserts. He nibbled, hummed, and sucked while she thrust her hips, groaned, and fell in love with his goatee all over again.

“I’m going to fall,” she said shakily as her hand gripped the edge of her dresser. The other tangled in his hair.

After a final swipe with his talented tongue, he rose and brought her over to the bed, where he unceremoniously kicked her legs out from under her so that she fell face first into the tangle of sheets. She was laughing as he came down on top of her, covering her back with his sweat slicked chest. He guided himself into her again and lifted her hair to the side so he could run his lips up and down the top of her spine, kissing her every so often as he pumped into her relaxed and easy.

“The reality of having you like this is blowing away the many fantasies I’ve had. I’ve done some nasty shit to you in my mind. You should fuckin’ hate me for that.”

She pushed her ass against him and fisted her blankets when the head of his cock started rubbing at something deep inside her. “Tell me. What have you done?”

“Nothing I’ll admit to. And nothing we’d ever do in real life.”

“Aw. Share with me. Maybe it’ll excite me. Did you…” What wouldn’t he feel uncomfortable telling her? Or doing with her for real? “Did you come on my face?”

“Of course.” He snorted as if that were nothing. “I also fucked you in public—too many places to list.”

When he didn’t go on, she prodded him. “Come on, tell me just a couple.”

He chuckled. “I’ve held you over my face and eaten you out while a few jealous guards and a handful of inmates watched. I’ve had you on the table at Chuck’s—eaten
and
fucked you—while the place was packed with customers slobbering over burgers and fries. My favorite, though, is when I drag you onto my lap and fuck the shit out of you while business goes on all around us at the clubhouse. So, yeah, stupid shit like that.”

Tish closed her eyes, and a shudder rode down her spine. It ended at her tailbone and sent a quivering vibration through her thighs as she played out the voyeuristic scenes in her mind.
This
turned her on now? Sheesh. Who’d have thought, within one weekend, she could go from being completely innocent to feeling hot and bothered by thoughts of strangers watching Josh screw her?

She came to attention when Josh took a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back far enough for her to see his unhappy face. He withdrew from her body, dragging through her stretched entrance, to hover just inside, then lunged forward and jammed his marble-like shaft right to the root. “You seriously checking out on me, little girl?”

Her mouth opened on a silent scream as she shook her head vigorously. He gave her a firm, smacking kiss. “No,” she panted. “I was thinking of being watched as I come in your dirty mouth.”

He nodded with satisfaction. “Did I mention all the guys were jerking off?”

She swatted back at him but missed him by a mile. “Josh!”

“When you came for me, they sprayed their load.”

“You’re a pig,” she muttered as his eyes twinkled with humor.

He licked her lips and stole inside for another short but thorough kiss. “I know. But you’re getting used to it. You haven’t blushed in twenty minutes. And in case I wasn’t clear before, nothing like that will ever fuckin’ happen for real. You coming on my face or cock is for my eyes only. But if there’s anything else you want to try, I’m all ears.”

If she wasn’t blushing before, she was blushing now. “Seems we have the in-public fantasy in common. Only mine stars your bike. I usually come at the point where you’re riding your bike through town, while I ride you.” Her smile grew when he grinned and shook his head, just before jerking from her body with a suddenness that was jarring.

She pushed up to her knees and turned, but before she could ask what was happening, he scooped her up and tossed her naked ass over his shoulder. When he headed for the door, Tish laughed and ran her hands down his back, tracing his tattoos. Changing locations again?

It wasn’t until he crossed the kitchen and headed for the door that she started to struggle. He was bringing her outside!
Again!

“Josh? What are you doing?” she asked with a warning in her voice.

“Quiet or you’ll wake the neighbors.”

He opened the door, and she got serious by kicking her legs and slapping at his firm ass—fucking king of squats much? The heat of the night once again wafted over her as he hopped down the stairs and moved quickly through the shadows toward the garage in the back. An instant skiff of moisture clung to her skin.

“What
the fuck
are you doing?” she whispered. “Bring me back to my room! We’re naked!”

“Really? I wasn’t aware.”

“Jossssh!”

“Relax, baby. I’ve got you.”

“I’m not doing this with you anymore,” she vowed. “You’re insane.”

“Hey. It was you who came up with the idea.” He slid his hand up the back of her thigh and didn’t stop until his thumb disappeared into her pussy. She couldn’t enjoy it because they were
out-fucking-side
!

She heard him open the side door to the garage and attempted to squirm her way out of his grip so she could make a mad dash for the house.

He held her tighter, but not before landing a sound smack to her ass. “Still.”

Her pussy clenched and rippled.

“I felt that.”

She was tempted to return the spank she surprisingly enjoyed so much but thought better of it when she pictured what his reaction might be, and only because she knew she was fighting a losing battle, she obeyed him and stilled.

Without hitting the lights, he let the door close behind them and brought her over to his bike, which
wasn’t
in the corner where Tish had spent so much time in the past three years. When she’d needed comfort, or simply a break during one of her mother’s trippy visits, it was out to the garage she’d come. She’d sit on Josh’s Harley and do her homework, or read, or simply stare off into space with her head full of what she’d feared would remain nothing but wishful thinking.

The back corner had been her sanctuary. Josh’s bike now stood, uncovered, next to the work bench near the front.

“You took your bike out of town?” she asked, her already burning face heating even more over the fact that she’d been caught fawning over his baby, a custom V-Rod.

“Of course.” He removed his thumb and gave her ass a soft stroke before bringing her down. He didn’t put her on the floor but held her over the seat. “Spread.” She opened her legs, and he lowered her onto the warm leather. He pushed her so that her chest went forward, fully exposing all she had between her legs. She tried to sit up. He held her in place and growled like a dog.

“I can’t stay like this,” she complained. “I’m sitting like a slut. You can see—”

He got on behind her and slid his cock straight into her. “And reach you perfectly, baby,” he finished for her. His tone had gentled. “You have a look about you that prevents anyone labeling you a slut. Even if I brought you to the clubhouse as you are right now, you’d appear sexy rather than whore-like.”

As though there’d been no interruption, he once more started that easy glide through her highly sensitized flesh. His palm traveled from her tailbone up her spine, his touch firm and sure.

“You took care of my bike while I was away,” he commented, rather than save her the embarrassment by not mentioning it. “Just like an old lady would.”

Oh. Well, if he saw it like that, she was happy he was talking about it. “I spent a lot of my time out here,” she admitted. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“You did miss your master.”

She couldn’t deny that, so she nodded and reached back to run her fingers over his thighs to his groin, playing in the crease there. She didn’t bother making an issue out of the title.

“I definitely don’t mind that. You don’t know how I felt when I saw it ready and waiting for me. And don’t expect me to tell you, either. But it was good, really fuckin’ good.” She felt that glow he’d mentioned earlier shine from her heart. “Have you considered getting some ink? The twins would go nuts on this blank canvas.” His mouth was trailing across her shoulders.

The twins were two brothers who she’d known almost as long as she’d known Josh. They were full-patch members who owned a busy, by-appointment-only tattoo shop off the beaten path, where they both worked as artists. “I’ve thought a lot about it, but I have to wait until I’m finished school and bringing in a steady paycheck before I spend that kind of money.” She leaned over his handlebars and finally relaxed enough in the silent darkness to savor the connection that had formed and now held them together.

“We’ll talk about it.” He sifted his fingers through her hair, and she heard him inhale. “You smell like such a girl. So clean and fresh. So innocent and fucking precious.” He spread the blond mass out on her back. “So mine.”

She blinked at that last faint whisper.

“You are, aren’t you, Tish?”

She pushed herself deeper onto his cock to remind him where he was, which should have answered his question. “Yes. I’m yours. Proudly yours.”

He reached around to pull her upper body against him. “I want you moved into my room by tomorrow night.”

“Your room?” she asked absently. In this position, he filled her completely, and she was suddenly having a difficult time concentrating on the conversation. She made a twerking motion and bounced her pussy back on his cock. That got his attention, and he sent her forward again so he could spread her open with a tight grip on her ass cheeks.

“Oh fuck yeah. Work those hips. Christ, you worship my cock when you fuck me.”

She smiled and moved faster when she felt his thumbs go under and cross over to her clit. He worked the engorged bud by passing one thumb over top of the other so that she had no break in between. She felt another climax hovering, waiting to break over her, but Josh killed it by pressing his fingertips firmly against her clit and pulling out of her completely.

“You’re a greedy little thing. You wanna keep coming on this cock, don’t you?” he murmured as Tish cursed silently. He seemed to enjoy talking not to her, but to her pussy. “Look how creamy you are. Mmm. That’s the way, sweetheart. Mark me and my ride with your pretty drops. Just like that.”

She felt “his sweetheart” pulse and wasn’t even self-conscious to know she was so full of him she was dripping. She jumped at the feel of his thumb running down the seam of her ass. Sharp tingles spread through her, growing in strength when he’d stopped at her small, puckered hole and rubbed in a tight circle.

“I’m going to have this ass.” He added a slight pressure, and because it was already slick with their combined juices, she felt him slip inside. Naturally she tightened up.

“Are you talking to me?” she gasped.

“Yeah, baby. I’m talking to you this time.”

“Then you must be crazy.” She tried harder to relax. She was knowledgeable enough on the subject to know the secret was not to clench. “We can put a toy in there, or maybe one of those silver plugs with the crystals on the end. Or how about one with a tail? I saw those in that shop in Phoenix.”

He withdrew, and she turned, resting her chin on her shoulder so she could watch him bring more of their wetness up to spread it around the rosebud.

“I think we’ll ride to this shop soon. Gather some supplies.” As he slowly worked his thumb all the way in, he thrust his cock back into her pussy. She moaned at the combination and started to sweat from the effort it took not to let that ring of muscles in her ass snap tight. But even around her efforts, she couldn’t help but see how sexy it all looked, with his thick shaft working in and out of her while he played in her burning ass. No wonder men got off on the visual. “But if anything with crystals or fur ends up back here,” he continued distractedly, “it won’t be there for long. The minute this little hole is stretched out, I’ll be fucking it. You do know that’s the point of the plugs, don’t you?”

She smiled sheepishly and turned back around to face the front of the bike. “Sure.”
Now
, she added silently. She’d thought they inserted something in the girl’s anus just to anchor the cute stuff. “It burns,” she whispered when he began an easy pump. “And that’s your thumb. Your cock isn’t going anywhere near there. Sorry.”

“Oh, yes it is, and I can’t fuckin’ wait to see another of your tiny holes eat my dick.”

“God, you have such a filthy mouth. Why didn’t I know you spoke like this?”

He petted her ribs and came down to squeeze her ass cheek. “You like the dirty talk.”