“Maybe I do.”
Letting my grin widen, I teased, “Maybe you just thought it was cool.”
He let his head fall back with a rich belly laugh. “You are something.”
“I am, but let’s not dwell on me. Tell me the name of your gang.” When he looked confused, I added, “Biker gang.”
He didn’t let me down and said, “The Devil’s Kings,” as if I’d been right about his affiliations.
“Ah, makes sense,” I said, tipping up my head. “And you don’t want to be top dog?”
“My brother’s better suited.”
I waved a finger. “Too much information, but now that you’ve said it, I’ll say my brother has the same
daddy issues you have.”
“He didn’t want to be top dog either?”
“Nope. He’d rather play cops and robbers like we did as kids.”
“Who was the cop?” he asked.
I gave him a coy glance. “My brother. I was always the robber.” I didn’t know why I said it so seductively.
But Striker joined in the new game. “What kind?”
I moved to stand in front of him. “A jewel thief.” I cupped his, catching him off guard.
“It seems I’m going to have to arrest you.”
Suddenly, my beer disappeared and so did his. He spun me around and pulled my arms to my back. I felt the tie of my robe slipping from around my waist.
“Does this mean I’ll get a body search?” I teased.
He moved quickly, and I found my back pressed to the nearest wall with his big hand on my sternum. “A thorough search is required.”
I’d never really role played before, but I found it so hot. The man would look good in uniform. His eyes never left mine as his hand moved to one breast then the other, giving each a squeeze and a tweak of my tightened nipples.
When that hand slid over my belly, I felt a flutter I didn’t expect. But when his finger slipped inside me, I couldn’t think of anything else. In fact, I might have let out a tiny gasp that stretched his sexy smirk wider.
“There,” I said with as much dignity as I could, which came out as more of a breath than a spoken word.
Damn him, he took that hand away. I glared at him.
“Sorry, princess. Prisoners don’t get treats.” I felt my jaw unhinge as I prepared to give him hell in the form of four-letter words unbecoming of a lady, if my mother was to be believed. “Of course, I’m not above being bribed.”
Tongue in cheek, I kept my mouth shut, but not for long. I got to my knees. Slowly, as my hands were still tied behind my back. I looked up with my eyes but not with my head. He took his time before moving his hand to unzip his pants, releasing that colossal cock of his. I licked my lips before licking the plump head of his cock aimed directly at my mouth.
I wanted my hands and subconsciously pulled at my bonds. His hand slid over my head and cupped it at the back. With one hand at the base of his cock and the other on my head, he created a rhythm as he closed his eyes.
“Tilt your head back. It will help me to slip past that gag reflex of yours,” he said.
I did as he asked and found he was right. It became easier to swallow his dick, so to speak. When my eyes watered, he pulled out.
“Not so fast, princess. When I come, it’s going to be deep inside that pretty cunt of yours.”
With his help, I was on my feet and spun around to face the wall. My hands were released and guided above my head. Then he was inside me fast and hard. It didn’t take long before we were both coming.
I would have collapsed to the floor if he hadn’t scooped me up in those muscled arms of his. As he set me down on the bed, he said, “I’ll get something to clean us both up.”
His cock was covered in my orgasm as his had filled me up. I closed my eyes, wondering what was happening to me. Soon after, he used a warm towel to erase the evidence of our lovemaking, then he slid next to me in bed. I tucked myself in the crook of his arm.
I would have dozed off, but my phone vibrated on my bedside table. When I grabbed it, I kept the motion going and got off the bed. When I looked back, Striker’s eyes were closed. I couldn’t be sure if he was asleep, but I left the room anyway.
When I looked down, I realized I’d accidently accepted the call. It was too late to hang up, he’d only call back. So I answered with, “Hans.”
“Hey,” he said with his alluring Swedish accent. “I thought maybe I could come over with wine and we could watch a movie.”