“You're so fucking sexy. Do you know how fucking hard it's been to keep angry when you parade in front of me with that sexy ass of yours?” He gives me a quick spank, just enough to sting a little. “And these?” He kneads one of my breasts, and I moan around his fingers. “You could make a dead man hard, Alessa. Fucking look at this.” And he finally unzips so he can pull himself out.
His cock is as magnificent as I remember, only now there's the glint of metal at the tip.
Gripping his wrist with both hands, I pull him from my mouth. Even so, it only works because he lets me. “What's that? That's new, right?” The nose ring and the stud under his lip were there when we met, but I'm pretty sure I would've noticed that his dick was pierced.
“Yeah, and you’ll be the first to try it out.” He grins, and I soak it up like a flower in sunshine. I like him like this, dominant but playful. He pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his scarred and inked torso and then his pants before he straddles me. The tip of his cock is right at my lips, the metal stud glistening with his precum. “Get to know it.”
As I open my mouth for him, he captures my wrists, collects them in one hand and presses them over my head. I'm pinned as he pushes himself in between my lips.
I taste him, exploring him with my tongue. Smooth, salty flesh and hard steel. God, I knew Hawk was a little wilder than the rest of them, but I never expected this.
He thrusts, putting himself deeper. Trapped as I am, there's nothing I can do about it, other than please him. To taste him. I close my eyes to concentrate, trying not to gag as he bumps against the back of my mouth.
“Fucking look at me,” he hisses.
I do, watching him through my lust haze. I'm squeezing my thighs together and writhing on the bed, the closest I can get to stimulation while he has me pinned. I whimper around him, and his lips quirk at the edges. He loves it.
I love it.
“Fuck.” Suddenly he pulls back, and my mouth is empty. It feels wrong, like he belongs there. I try to follow him, but he holds me in place. “You're going to have to earn it.” His voice is rough with need.
I yelp in surprise as he flips me over. Before I really understand what's going on, he's got my hands behind my back while using my shirt to tie them together.
“Just like my forgiveness,” he adds as he drags me over onto his lap, face down. My ass suddenly feels very exposed, and his hard cock is pressing into my belly.
“Hawk,” I whisper hoarsely.
He puts his big hand on my asscheek, not doing anything with it, just holding it there like a threat. “Your choice. I could let you leave right now.”
I've never shaken my head faster. “I want this. I want you.”
He chuckles softly, but the hand that strikes my ass is hard. The impact of flesh against flesh echoes in his room. “That's for thinking I'd ever fucking betray my brothers.”
The pain is only an echo of the pleasure that floods my body, especially as he rubs over the spot he just punished.
He nails my ass again, at least as hard. “And that's for thinking I'd ever betray Isabella.”
I whimper, wiggling my ass like I can somehow take it out of the line of fire, but with my hands tied and his strong grip keeping me in place, I'm not going anywhere. This shouldn't be so hot, but it is. The insides of my thighs are slick with need.
A third time, the hardest so far. Tingles shoot out so distinctly that I swear I feel the impact of each individual finger all the way out in my toes. “And that's for thinking I would ever fucking betray you.” His cock is a steel bar under me, as hard as the stud through the tip.
My breaths are coming in gasps and I can't keep my legs still. I don't know if it's the tingles still radiating through me or just that I'm so freaking horny. “Hawk, please.”
His spanking hand slips in between my legs, pressing them apart. Thick fingers find my clit and start rubbing. His other hand goes to the back of my neck clamping it like a collar. “Is that what you want? Are you going to fucking come on my fingers?”
“I—”
His touch grows more insistent. He slips his fingers into me, slicking them up, then resumes driving me crazy. God, it feels so good. The sting of his spanks is already fading, being replaced—or enhanced—by his skilled fingers.
It's building. Swelling inside me, like I'm going to explode. The touch of his skin against mine, his controlling grip on me, his relentless fingering… I'm not going to last long now. I moan, shutting my eyes tight until my world is nothing but his touch.