A Very Christopher Christmas (A Death Dwellers MC Novella) (46 page)

She enjoyed sex immensely and would’ve responded to the president, but something about
this
man made her want him.
Really
want him. If she wanted to, he’d allow her to walk out. He hadn’t made a move toward her until she began to rub her pussy. Like the whore she was supposed to be.
 

Not saying a word, he removed his cut and pullover, baring his chest. Kendall’s eyes nearly crossed.
Ripped
was too tame a word to describe his broad shoulders and bulging arms. His six-pack. Long fingers attached to massive hands. She swallowed as he removed his pants. What…her mouth watered when she saw his cock and she had to rearrange her thoughts. What was the rumor about men with big hands and big feet?
 

Before she remembered, he’d gloved his cock in a condom and climbed on top of her, settling between her legs.
 

Surprise broke through the trance the sight of his body had put her in. “We aren’t going to kiss?”
 

Kendall waited for his reply. She wanted to taste his lips—his entire body. He thumbed her clit and she groaned. Bending his head, he licked her nipple and she grew wetter and hotter. He inserted two, thick fingers inside her body, massaging her inner walls and sucking in a breath. She arched against him and moaned, rocking against his hand. He bit her nipple, increased the pressure of his thumb on her clit, the in-and-out speed of his fingers. A keening wail began to escape her, but she bit down on her lip, catching the sound in her throat that his kiss could’ve captured.
 

Holding her hips in place, he sank into her, filling and stretching her. She brushed her lips against his chest and wrapped her legs around his waist, clutching him tighter to her body, and tilting her pelvis to take him deeper.
 

“One kiss,” she whispered. “Please.”
 

Nuzzling her hair, he slid in and out of her, in long, deep strokes. His cock stretched her and trembles pulsed through her. She sighed, forgetting her overwhelming need to kiss him and reveling in his movements inside of her. He skimmed his tongue over her neck, raining kisses down the column of her throat. Small moans of pleasure escaped her and matched his masculine grunts.
 

Gripping her hips and raising her body for deeper drives, he pushed against her pussy, hitting internal and external points of ecstasy, continuing until her orgasm broke over her and she cried out.
 

He shuddered and groaned then went still, his breathing hard and heavy.
 

A few moments later, he lay next to her, his eyes covered by his forearm. As if he wanted nothing else to do with her now that they’d fucked. And, maybe, he didn’t. She’d seen enough of how men treated club ass at the Torpedoes’ MC.
 

Indecision tore through her. But, damn it, he’d gotten what he wanted from her. She’d get what she wanted from him. If she never saw him again, she’d regret not tasting him. He’d refused her the opportunity to feel his mouth against her, but she wouldn’t leave until she sucked him off.
 

Turning to her side, she removed the condom and laid it next to her on the bed, not knowing what else to do with it. Then, she leaned over and wrapped her mouth around his dick, immediately relaxing her throat to take him deeper, satisfied at his grunt. He moved, raising up on his elbows. The thought of him watching her while she pleasured him sent another rush of wetness between her legs. Her cheeks hollowed, so she could suck him hard, for her and himself. She wanted to give him a performance worth watching—worth repeating—and she wanted to swallow every last drop of cum he had to offer, so she suctioned him without mercy. He fisted her hair and wrapped it around his hand, pulling on her head. Her scalp tingled from the tug, but the moves prompted her to harder and faster sucks, while he pumped his hips to her deep slurps.
 

“Ah! Fuck!” Tightening his grip on her hair, he held her head in place, thrusting into her aching mouth as cum jetted from him. His dick remained in her mouth until his breathing slowed. Only then did he pull away and release her hair.
 

Kendall sat back on her haunches and licked her lips, dizzy from the salty-sweet taste of him. “Now will you kiss me?” she whispered.
 

Though she hadn’t expected those words to fall from her lips, she didn’t want her time with him to end. She wanted to stay in there, protected and safe. But that couldn’t happen as long as Caroline was away and would never happen even afterwards.
 

Hands behind his head, he popped an eye open and smirked at her. “You want a kiss, baby?”
 

She nodded.
 

“Come here.”
 

Too aroused to be ashamed of her body, she crawled next to him, her breasts hanging, hovering near his mouth. He sat further up and sucked a tight nipple into his mouth while guiding her onto her back. She moaned at the gentleness with which he handled her.
 

 He raised his head. Kendall had never seen a man wear a combination of mirth, arrogance and certainty so well. “If you want a kiss, gorgeous, I’ll give you a kiss you won’t forget.”
 

Her breath caught and her mouth tingled in expectation. Until she realized the direction he was going. Down instead of up. The first couple times she and Spoon had been together, he’d used his mouth on her and never enough for her to get any real enjoyment. Only enough to get her wet.
 

Now, though, her blond god ran his tongue along her feminine seem at the same time her spread her legs wide, exposing her pussy to him completely. He tongued her sensitive outer lips, then used his rough fingertips to open them. He licked his way around the inner folds, circling her clit but never quite touching it. Fire singed her nerve endings and she trembled, goose bumps marching across every inch of her skin. He speared his tongue into her pussy and she screamed.
 

“My God,” she groaned, shivering, moving against his mouth. “Who taught you to eat pussy like this?”
 

He didn’t answer her, not that she really wanted one.  When he removed his tongue from her, she had to bite her own to keep from begging him to continue. Just as the thought crossed her mind, he pushed the hood of her clit back, exposing the most sensitive part of her and gave her what she’d asked for—a kiss. He pressed kiss after kiss against her before lapping. This wasn’t what she’d meant, but she’d take it. Jesus, yes, she’d take this type of kiss if that’s what he wanted.
 

Kendall’s womb tightened and she hissed in a breath. She thrashed against him and tugged at his hair, her legs trembling through her orgasm. Explosions rocketed through her being, shooting her to the moon and back.
 

Before she recovered completely, he blew on her clit and spread her ass cheeks. He inserted a finger in each part of her and began swiping his tongue over her clit, massaging the thin membrane separating her pussy and ass, keeping her in place by pressing his other hand against her belly.
 

She screamed and cried and shivered, the pleasure he inflicted upon her body sweet torture. He refused her any mercy, removing his fingers but not his mouth, allowing her to fuck his face, sucking and licking her until she couldn’t take anymore.
 

“Stop! Please,” she begged and moaned when he pulled away, relieved and disappointed too. Falling back against the pillows, she closed her eyes, hearing his movement.
 

He rolled onto her and she opened her legs, weak and completely submissive to him. He positioned her feet upon his shoulders and slammed into her over and over again. She was too soaked for his massive size to cause her any pain with his deep, powerful thrusts into her. He shifted, allowed her to lower her legs and wrap them around his waist. She tried to kiss him, but he bent his head and rested it against her shoulder. Kendall wrapped her arms around his sweaty back, running her fingers along the curvature of his spine, squeezing his hard ass as he pumped in and out of her. She couldn’t stop the little noises in the back of her throat, couldn’t stop herself from fingering his damp hair. She wanted to touch every part of him, remember this beautiful man forever.
 

He bit her ear, fingered her clit until she reached her orgasm, then emptied into the condom.
 

After a few moments, he got up and disappeared into the bathroom. When nothing else in the world had broken her, tonight, in a stranger’s arms, he’d brought her to the brink of collapsing. She had to hold it together, though. Just until she left here. As she sat up, the thought made her shiver because he was finished with her. He’d make her go back out there, where all those lusty bikers were, with the scent of sex clinging to her body. She wasn’t claimed by anyone, though, leaving her fair game.
 

He sauntered back into the room and she realized she’d get no more than she deserved for coming here in the first place.
She’d
made the choices leading her to this point in her life. She never should’ve come there with the intentions she’d had. It might’ve solved her problems, but it would’ve devastated another woman.  He got his cigarettes and offered her one, but she shook her head. She didn’t smoke.
 

“I-I need to leave,” she said quietly.
 

He nodded.
 

“I…my clothes are in my car and my jacket is somewhere out in the main room,” she said, a gentle way of reminding him if he stayed in his room she’d have to walk back out there naked and with everyone thinking her a whore sent out for the bachelor party.
 

He sucked on his cigarette, considering her. Not saying a word, he reached for his jeans and pulled them on. When he yanked open a desk drawer, something stopped him in his tracks and Kendall would’ve killed to know what had put such longing on his face. Probably, another woman, she realized with a pang. No way a man who looked like him and treated a woman whom he believed a whore with such overwhelming regard for her pleasure, remained single.
 

He swallowed, his strong throat moving with the motion. He closed the drawer and faced her. Kendall’s blood ran cold when she saw his gun. God, what was he going to do to her? Her imagination running wild, she made a sound of distress. Sighing, he shoved the weapon into the waistband of his pants.
 

“I don’t kill or hurt women. Who the hell knows what’s going on out there by now? I might have to pistol whip some asshole or shoot the shit out of them as I escort you to your car.”
 

The relief inside her almost made her sag. She wanted to tell him
thank you
and ask for his permission to see him again. She knew it would only be for sex, but, right now, in the haze of her orgasms, she couldn’t think clearly. She couldn’t think beyond the fact that, once she left him, it would be the end of this magical night.
 

As if to illustrate his view on women, he handed her a shirt and a pair of shorts. Once she’d put them on—and exalted in the fact that they were slightly big on her—he led her out of the room. When they reached the entry point to the main room, Kendall swallowed. Tonight, her salivary glands were working overtime but writhing bodies and women on their knees servicing men and…the entire situation had spiraled out of control. She glanced
around the room, unable to stop herself, and saw no sign of the black-haired, green-eyed president who was a dream to look at himself. He…
 

“Hey, babe,” a female voice said, drawing Kendall’s attention to two naked girls. They were average sized and had absolutely no regard to her presence. “Ready to have some fun with us like we talked about last time we were here?”
 

He winked at them and they both giggled. “Not tonight.”
 

Of course not tonight. He was a biker. Women threw themselves at these men and they happily accepted.
 

They started moving again, then paused a moment later.
 

“She’s with me, Bowlie,” he said, placing his big body between her and the other biker, confusing her all the more. She had to remind herself she couldn’t look at this situation from a female mindset and misconstrue this one-night stand as the beginning to something lasting. Sex and love were two different things, which Kendall was old enough to remember without blurring the lines between the two.
 

“Th-thank you,” she said the moment they left the moans and groans and filthy words of the clubhouse behind and reached the outdoors. She breathed in the fresh air, not even caring it was cold and foggy.
 

They stared at one another when they reached her car.
 

“Are you sure you’re going to be all right to drive?” he asked, further drawing her to him. The moment she drove away from him, her senses would return. They had to. “We can go back to my room. Spend the night together.” He shrugged. “Talking. Drinking. Having sex. Your choice.”
 

Her choice.
Those words sounded like heaven to her. Yes, with him, he’d allowed it to be
her
choice. Not because he was an asshole bent on control. Spotlights glimmered around them and burned through the low fog, silhouetting his chiseled features. His tempting lips. “Kissing?”
 

The wind howled and cold blasted her skin. She only wore shorts and a t-shirt and it was freezing.  She hugged her arms around her waist.
 

“No,” he answered. “I’ll kiss your pussy. The lovely globes of your ass cheeks. I’ll lick you from your toes all the way up to your thighs. But kiss you? No. That I won’t do.”
 

Her nipples hardened and her pussy readied for him to put action to words. Remembering the intensity of the orgasms he’d given her, her lips parted, the cold air burning her cheeks. She wanted to kiss him, though. Why? She wasn’t sure. She licked her lips, hoping he’d bring her back inside once she pointed something out to him.