His Young Queen: (Steel Jackals MC #1) (7 page)

“Goddamn right you were.” He removed her hands and stood. “Now enough with all this shit. I’ve said more in the last hour than I’ve said in years.” He used three fingers to motion her to her feet. She stood. “Take your fuckin’ clothes off. I gotta see this. Do it now, and do it slow. You can watch as I bleed fuckin’ enjoyment.”

He moved away to rest his ass on the lip of her dresser while shrugging his cut off and placing it behind him, tinkling her perfume bottles. Next, his hands went down, and he pulled his plain white tee over his head. He tossed it away—the tee was meaningless, the cut well cared for. After crossing his thick arms over his chest, he tipped his chin at her to begin.

But she couldn’t. Tish’s pussy drenched at the sight of those muscles and all that ink. And not the cheap, shitty kind either. Pieces of expensive and beautifully done artwork littered his body and made her want to explore for hours. The one covering much of his front had always been her favorite. It looked like a mass of thick smoke curls until one looked closer to see the plumes made up an elaborate skull that had a rose in one eye-socket and a fancy bow in the other. The bow was a soft pink, the only color anywhere within the piece. It did a good job of hiding the random scars littering the mouthwatering landscape.

So many nights she’d lain awake fantasizing about his body, remembering the dips and valleys of his abs, the rounded balls of his pecs and shoulders. Now, that tapering V disappearing into his jeans, the one that was making her feel as though a magnet was drawing her knees to the ground, was pointing at something she was about to get. Her tongue involuntarily came out to swipe across her lips when a sudden image of her giving him head crowded her mind.

“You’re making me wanna fuck that mouth, baby.”

A nervous little laugh escaped her. No one had ever spoken to her like that. Which explained why she’d had no idea it would be such a turn on.

Josh groaned. “And she nods,” he muttered, making her aware she was indeed nodding. “The clothes, Tish. Lose the clothes.”

“I want you to.”

He blinked, looking surprised. “You want me to undress you?”

“No. I want you to…fuck my mouth.”

He slammed his palms down on her dresser, rattling everything on the surface. His muscles rippled under his skin, as though he was holding himself back from lunging at her. “Lose. The. Clothes.” His tone and demeanor brooked no argument, so, with modesty lying dead in the dirt somewhere that wasn’t here, she took the bottom edge of her tank in her hands. “Slowly,” he reminded her.

She blinked her wide eyes and nodded, and bit by bit drew the thin material up to reveal her navel, the curve of her waist, her ribs, and finally, her bare breasts. She pulled it over her head and felt her still damp hair fall all around her, the ends reaching her lower back. Dropping the shirt, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her UoPX shorts and shimmied them down her hips. They fell the rest of the way by themselves because they were the loose athletic kind. She cupped her hands over her breasts—she just wasn’t confident enough not to—as she stepped to the side, but couldn’t resist hooking her big toe in the waistband of her shorts and kicking them up, so they hit Josh in the chest. Her lip curved at the corner when he let them fall to the ground without moving a muscle.

“More?” she asked, pressing her hands tighter to her chest so he wouldn’t see them shaking. His hooded gaze passed over her plain black thong a few times as it roamed the length of her body.

“Shh.” He stretched the sound out and continued to take her in from her head to her toes, a predatory gleam lightening his gold eyes. “You’re un-fuckin’-believable. Drop your hands for me.”

It took her a few seconds before she could. But after bringing her arms to her sides and clenching and unclenching her fists, unsure what to do with them, she brought them back up as a makeshift bra.

His face softened. “Such a sweet little thing,” he murmured.

She dropped her eyes and chewed at her lip, feeling anxious at the thought of baring herself completely. “Should I continue?”

“No.”

The guttural tone had her head coming up. It seemed to have come from someone else. Someone dark and dangerous. Someone she should run from. She didn’t. She simply continued to stand there while the man she loved looked her over, so thankful she’d never suffered from body issues. Not that she thought she was perfect; her hips were a little wide, her thighs too soft, her breasts a smidge too small. But she’d never dwelled on any of it. She’d been too busy focusing on more important things. Her education. Budgeting to make sure she could afford tuition. Finding a job, that didn’t interfere with her studies. Making a better life for herself because she knew no one else was going to do it for her.

“Turn.”

She turned.

“Slowly,” he barked, sounding vicious.

She shivered and smiled, loving that she was able to bring that fierceness out in him, and he saw that when she eventually came back around to face him.

“You enjoying yourself, Tish? Feels good to light a man up, huh? You wait till I get my hands on you. I’ll show you what lit up feels like. I’m gonna make you fuckin’ glow, little girl.”

“Now?” she asked, so hopeful. She checked to make sure he was ready, and quaked where she stood when she noted his erection looked bigger than it had a few minutes ago. She couldn’t take her eyes off it. Until he moved.

“Not yet.” He licked his lips as he approached her. “I’m gonna devour you, but first I have to do something I should have done before things got this far. Goes to show what an asshole I am that I neglected the first thing they teach in Seduce the Virgin 101. Now, give me that fuckin’ mouth.”

He reached her, and she stood on her toes to offer herself to him without hesitating.

He briefly continued to torment her by pulling his head back, so he remained just out of her reach. “Such a good little listener,” he mused, right before he jerked her against him and sealed his warm mouth to hers.

Tish could count on her fingers how many times she’d been kissed, but none of those unmemorable lip locks could have prepared her for what Josh did to her then. He used his hands and lips and tongue to deliver assault after assault on her senses. He grasped her jaw and squeezed lightly to pop it open, and her mouth was invaded by an expert. His tongue thrust in and tangled with hers, rolling playfully before he dominated by capturing her between his teeth. He sucked gently and repeatedly on her tongue, and all she could think was how badly she wanted him doing that to other areas of her body. Her moan disappeared down his throat but was followed by another almost immediately when his taste registered. He was rich and too decadent for a man who rode a Harley and wore a cut that scared the shit out of most people. Forgetting modesty, Tish tugged at her hands that were trapped between them and finally, greedily touched all that had seemed forever out of her reach. Josh made a pleasured sound when her bare breasts pressed into his chest. It matched the high-pitched one she made for the same reason. He cupped the exposed globes of her ass and kneaded them as he ground that titanium bulge against her belly.

“Jesus,” she panted when he dragged his lips over to nibble and lick at the corner of her mouth. “Knew you’d be like this. So perfect for me.”

“So
wrong
for you,” he corrected as his hold on her tightened. “But it’s too late for regrets now. Your ass is fuckin’ prime. Can’t wait to sink my teeth into it.” He let go of one cheek and worked his hand between them to get at her breast. When he plucked at her nipple, her nails sunk into his shoulders. “Goddammit, Tish. It’s way too late because I changed my fuckin’ mind. Just like I knew I would once I touched you.” Remorse flashed across his face but left as quickly as it had appeared.

She wasn’t sure what he’d changed his mind about and didn’t care right then. “Good. Can I play first? I want to see you and touch you.” She pressed her belly into that rigid pole that was sandwiched between them to make sure he knew what she was asking for. “I’ve waited longer than you have,” she snuck in when it looked as though he was about to refuse her.

“That’s because you’re loyal and damn near perfect. You’re sure as fuck stronger than I am. Proof: I’m too weak to keep my cock out of you, so I’m taking this mouth as mine. Any objection to that?”

“None.”
Zip. Zilch. Nada.

A pained look crossed his face. “You should object. You should object to the point where you knee me in the balls and bruise my dick.”

She shook her head and dropped her eyes to the tip of his goatee that was a little longer than the rest of it, admitting, “I’d rather put it in my mouth. I want to feel what happens to you when I suck on it.”
I want to make you come. Then I want to swallow it and enjoy the satisfaction of knowing it was me who brought you to the point where you lost control
, she added in her head, too shy to say it out loud.

He looked at her for an extended second, then seemed to give up. “Fuck it,” he muttered before gifting her with another ravenous kiss that made her head spin. “You sure you wanna go first?” he asked when he allowed her to breathe again. She nodded. “Fine. Will it offend you if I order you to your knees?”

She all but collapsed to the floor as her answer, partly from weakness, but mostly with anticipation. The coarse fibers of the rug scratched at her skin, but she barely felt them. Having seen movies and gifs galore showing girls giving blowjobs, she couldn’t believe she was finally going to join the ranks. She swiftly opened his belt, button, and zipper, and, burrowing in with her embarrassingly eager hand, she found he was swinging free and clear of any underwear. Naughty boy. Her fingers closed around what could only be described as hot, hard, and intimidating, and she glance up when Josh hissed and slammed his forearm on the wall at her back. He rested his head on it as he watched her pull his cock out, his mouth open, his lips wet, chest rising and falling swiftly.

She dropped her gaze from cataloging his beautiful reaction to her careful touch and drew in a thoroughly impressed breath that ended with a quiet, “Oh God, yes.” His shaft was thick and veiny. It was hard as stone and topped with a puffy head that was shiny and a dark angry red color. Incredible. It wasn’t obscenely long, unless one considered seven or eight inches obscenely long, which she did because anything would be to her. But it was his girth that held her attention, and made her pussy clench reflexively, begging to be used. This thing would tear her apart if he ever agreed to fuck her.
Please agree to fuck me
, she pleaded silently.

“It shouldn’t be going down like this. It’s happening in the wrong order.” Josh brought her face up by cupping her jaw. Her eyes stayed on his cock until the very last second. “All wrong. For starters, it should be me at your feet. Always.”

She pulled out of his hold and shook her head, readying to lose her shit if he tried to stop her now. Rising up on her knees before he could, she excitedly wrapped both hands around him. She balked at the space that remained between her fingers and thumb, then laughed, the sound uneasy. “You’re fucking massive.” Why not be honest? She extended her tongue, unable to wait, and licked around the soft cockhead. Moaning, she dabbed at the bead of moisture at his tip and felt him ripple and jump against her palms. “Mmm, and so delicious.” She’d waited for this for so long, dreamed of it night after night, so giving up on talking, she began sucking her first cock.

She’d always thought she’d perform the act by remembering how she’d seen other women do it in the different forms of media she’d watched. That wasn’t the case. She simply did Josh with no thought but one: pleasing him. She licked down the thick vein that ran along the front and felt something inside her warm when he settled a gentle hand on her head. Up she came, nibbling and licking and sucking gently, unsure how rambunctious she could get away with being. She felt…gluttonous, and she wanted to show it but, again, wasn’t brave enough.

When she reached the top, she locked eyes with him and opened as wide as she could to take him as deep as possible. Her pussy screamed in jealousy that her mouth was so privileged.

Josh’s focus was centered directly on her, his face taut as he murmured under his breath something she couldn’t hear. His eyes rolled slightly, and she increased her suction. She wanted him to enjoy this. To remember it. To crave it from her. She wanted to push him beyond a blowjob. She wanted to have sex with him, to connect with him. Their bodies, yes, but on a deeper level. One he’d never reached with any other woman. But how awful that she was thinking to seduce him into doing something he didn’t want to do.

Awful or not, she proceeded to tempt him by swirling her tongue around the head of his cock a few times before tightening her lips just below the ridge. He grunted when she pulled up slowly, which squeezed the pliable, spongy helmet until it popped free with a wet sound. She moaned her pleasure to let him know she was having fun with her new toy.

“Jesus Christ, Tish. Why am I letting you do this to me?”

“Because I need it,” she supplied before getting serious by opening and sliding further down his length to begin a steady, snug bob he seemed to enjoy if the raw breaths now rasping from his throat were anything to go by. When she came to the top of his shaft, she teased him by nestling the tip of her tongue in the salty slit. Wanting more of that taste, she fisted him at the base, sent her other hand under so she could feel the heaviness of his balls, then took him so far into her mouth it brought him butting up against the back of her throat. Naturally, because she’d never had anything so bulbous back there, she gagged.

“Oh fuck yeah. Eyes up here. Show me,” he demanded roughly. “Show me how my cock tickling that throat makes those baby blues water.” She did, and he traced around her stretched lips with the pad of his thumb. “Incredible sight. You like it, Tish? Do you like being on my cock?”

She nodded. “Mhm.”

“Then I’m done holding back.”

She popped her lips off of him. “It’s about time,” she said before licking him from bottom to top and taking him back in her mouth.