“That’s because… you asked…” Frustration hits me full force. One minute he’s all sexy and oozing charm and the next he’s bordering on sadistic behavior. “No, you told me to.”
“And if I told you to hit your knees right now and suck my cock?”
My lip twitches, my mouth eager to do his bidding. Miraculously, I’m able to get my libido in check, but from the glint in his eyes, I must not have done it quickly enough. “You have plenty of girls out there to do that for you.”
His eyes stay on my mouth when I hitch my finger over my shoulder indicating the women waiting eagerly to please him in the other room.
“Very true,” he admits. “Vixen!”
I jolt at the sudden scream, confused. My bewilderment doesn’t last long, less than a minute specifically.
The air changes around me as a leggy blonde sweeps into the room and stands in front of Lynch. The devious tilt of his lips makes my blood run cold.
“Sit down,” Lynch orders. Vixen begins to move, her body obeying instantly. “Not you.”
His eyes remain on mine, hardening and crinkling slightly at the corners when I look over my shoulder to see if the path is clear for me to escape.
“Sit,” he snaps, forcing my legs to bend. My ass hits the nearest chair available, and my eyes cast down subserviently before I can stop myself. Realizing the power I just handed over to him, I jerk my eyes back up to his. “There she is.”
His words are filled with a level of praise I never imagined he would share. He wants my obedience. He feeds on it, but at the same time, he’s enticed by my rebellion. It’s a damn good thing because I’ve never been one to mind the rules.
“Hey, Prez.” Vixen’s perfectly manicured fingernail traces the PRESIDENT patch on his chest, and immediate resentment sits heavy in my gut.
His brow draws together when my lips turn up into a smile. Vixen was on the porch last night when we came in. The very one that had two hungry bikers fighting over which breast they were going to suck on. I blink slowly at him as if to say get on with it, only because I know what Molly told me was true. The President of the Ravens Ruin MC doesn’t do repeats. He gets the girls before anyone else does, and then doesn’t touch them again. He’s calling my bluff, which would’ve worked if I weren’t privy to that little gem of information.
“Candi doesn’t want to suck my cock,” Lynch says with his eyes still on mine.
Looking over her shoulder at me, Vixen tsks. “She’s missing out.”
A sheen of sweat blooms on my chest when his hands grip her hips. She doesn’t even flinch when his fingers dig into the flesh. If anything, it turns her on.
The challenge in his eyes is prophetic, and I know what he’s going to do before the words leave his beautiful mouth.
Please don’t. Please don’t. Please don’t.
The words repeating in my head don’t change a damn thing.
“Will you suck it for me?”
She’s lowering to the floor, deft fingers working his belt buckle open before my brain registers her words. “Anything for you, Prez.”
Moving to get up from the chair, I see this as my chance to leave. With him getting his rocks off, he’s less-likely to chase me down off the property.
“Stay.”
Freezing with my hands clenching the armrests, his insistence comes before I can lift my ass up an inch. Crumpling, I fold my hands into my lap and look down.
“Watch.”
I snap my eyes open to find that’s he’s repositioned himself. Rather than the back of Vixen’s bobbing head which would’ve been barely tolerable, I can now see his full length disappear into her mouth and what has to be several long inches down her talented throat.
“Maybe I can teach her a few things,” Vixen purrs.
That’s evident in the way she’s working his cock. My lips open on a soft pant because what I tried to run away from just moments ago has me thoroughly enthralled. Teeth sinking into my bottom lip, I’m a little disappointed that he’s just standing there. A sexy as fuck girl with professional dick sucking skills is blowing him, and he’s just… there.
Even though it’s hard to do, I lift my eyes from her working mouth to his face. Head turned my way, he’s glaring at me. The only hint that he’s enjoying what’s going on plays in the flare of his nostrils.
I cock an eyebrow, challenging him. His lip twitches in reply just as his hands move to fist Vixen’s hair. I feel the tug on my own scalp, and the eroticism of it forces me to squirm in my seat.
“You like that?”
“Yes,” I moan at the same time as Vixen gives a garbled response.