Tease: A Kings of Korruption MC Novel (18 page)

A single tear slides down my cheek as I smile, feeling his breath fan across my face.
 
“I thought you weren’t coming.”
 
Sitting up slightly, I give him a light smack on the chest.
 
“What took you so freakin’ long?”

He spins me around, my knees resting on either side of him.
 
“I had some shit to take care of.
 
Now that’s done, and I ain’t fuckin’ going anywhere.”

A small smile tugs at my lips, but I fight it back.
 
“So I’m stuck with you?”

He growls and moves again, flipping me to my back and pinning me to the couch with his massive body.
 
“You got a problem with that?”

I manage to keep a straight face and nod.
 
“I do.”

He pulls back slightly.
 
“Tough.”
 
A giggle jumps from my throat and is cut short when he sucks in a breath.
 
“Fuck me, babe.
 
What’ve you got on?”

I blink.
 
“Um … jammies?”

He groans.
 
“Jesus.”
 
He puts a hand on my knee and runs it slowly up to my hip leaving a trail of fire where he touched me.
 
“I ain’t a virgin.”

Biting my lip, I nod.
 
“I know.”
 
I swallow, forcing down the lump in my throat.
 
“I am.”

“Shit.”
 
He buries his face in my neck.
 
“You have no idea how fuckin’ hot that makes me, knowin’ I’ll be the only one to ever be inside you.”
 
His hips grind down on mine, and I can feel his hardness pressing into me.
 
My heart pounds in my chest.
 
“I ain’t a virgin, but I never let any one of those bitches I’ve fucked touch me.”
 

He grabs my hand, lifting it to his scarred cheek and pressing it tightly against his face.
 
“I fuckin’
need
you to touch me, Laynie.”

God.
 
This man.
 
Sliding my hand down his face, I run it down his chest and belly until I reach the waist of his jeans.
 
Shoving my hand up and under his shirt, my fingers explore his smooth hardness, and I whisper, “I need to touch you too.”

He groans, his chest rumbling beneath my fingers, just as his lips graze my own.
 
Electricity shoots through my body, the blood rushing behind my ears as our lips slide together gently.
 
Tasting.
 
Sipping.
 
Savoring one another.
 
I’m surrounded by his delicious scent as my fingers go from touching to grasping.
 
I need him.
 
I need him closer.
 
I need him
now
.
 

My heart aches from the sweetness of his kiss.
 
I find it hard to believe that I’m the first woman ever to feel this man’s tenderness.
 
He has so much to offer any woman, and I feel special that it’s me he chose to share that part of himself with.
 

Wanting to make him feel as special as I do, I run my palm back down his chest and slowly reach down, cupping him through his jeans
.
 
Oh my God.
 
He is freaking huge.
 
The heat from his hardness radiates up my arm and right down to my clit making it pulse with excitement.
 
Growling deep in his chest, he pushes himself against my palm.

“Fuck, Laynie,” he rasps.

His mouth slams down onto mine, his tongue demanding entrance.
 
My heart soars, beating out of time.
 
Feeling his hand on my waist, my breath catches when he rips my tank-top up and off of my body.
 
He hisses through his teeth, and I feel his hands span my belly.

Not sure what that means, I squirm slightly before I feel his lips wrap around my nipple, sucking it in deep.
 
Spearing my hands through his hair, I arch my back and whimper loudly.
 
My head swims and my lungs struggle for air as he flicks his tongue across my nipple, squeezing my breast roughly in his huge, calloused hand.

He releases my breast with a loud pop, and then drags his tongue across the tight, sensitive bud.
 
Running it across to my other breast, he stops, gently tugging on the nipple with his teeth.
 
My eyes roll back in my head as I cry out.

His lips claim mine once more, his hips grind against me, his hard cock rubs against my clit through our clothes.
 
I wrap my arms around him tightly, pushing my tongue into his mouth, savoring the taste of him on my tongue.
 
I will never forget his taste for as long as I live.

He pulls away suddenly, lips trailing down my neck and breasts, and his tongue stops to swirl inside the deep crevice of my belly button.
 
I feel his fingertips at the sides of my booty shorts just as he whisks them away.

His body settles between my legs, and I feel his rapid breaths fanning across my moist center, but he doesn’t move.
 
I whimper and rotate my hips, needing him to touch me.
 
To lick me.
 
To just take away this
damn
ache.

I don’t feel vulnerable in this moment.
 
I feel safe.
 
I know that Travis would never do anything to hurt me, and I can tell by the raggedness of his breathing that he is just as turned on as I am.
 
I’ve wanted to have this with a man for years, and I could have a few times, but it never felt right.
 
Right here, in this moment, I am so glad I waited for
him
.

Then I feel the moist firmness of his tongue flick across my clit once.
 
Then again.
 
Then one more time.
 
My heart pounds wildly, and I cry out with each flick of his tongue, not caring who hears me.
 
He growls then, pressing his hands against my inner thighs, forcing my legs open as wide as they’ll go as he buries his face into my greedy pussy.
 

Screaming, my hips buck as he sucks and nips and licks me into a frenzy.
 
Using a single finger, he continues to lick me as he slides it deep inside.
 
Words pour from my mouth, but I don’t have a clue what I’m saying.
 
I feel out of breath, out of body, and most definitely out of mind.

He places a second finger inside me and thrusts them deeply.
 
His tongue flattens and presses hard as he sweeps it quickly over my nub.
 
I can feel the pressure building deep in my belly and heat builds behind my clit, scorching me in the most delicious way.

With one final flick of his tongue, my muscles clamp down tight on his fingers and lights burst in my head.
 
The orgasm tears through me, making my body tremble and loud screams to erupt from my throat.
 
I’ve orgasmed before, and it was always good, but each time had been self-induced — this orgasm put every one of those to shame.
 

I lie there limp and panting, body still racked with tremors while Travis runs his tongue back up my body.
 
He kisses me sweetly, the taste of myself heavy on his tongue.
 
It drives me wild tasting myself on him.

Grabbing his shirt, I rip it over his head, licking and sucking every bit of bare flesh I can get my mouth on.
 
I fumble awkwardly with his belt buckle, desperate to get him out of his pants.
 
He chuckles softly and whispers in my ear, “Babe.
 
Relax.
 
It’s not a fuckin’ race.”

Pulling my teeth from his nipple, I point my face in the direction of his and plead with him.
 
“Travis.
 
Please.”

“Fuck.”
 
Just as frantically, I hear him wrestling with his pants and the crinkle of a condom wrapper before he settles back between my legs.
 
The sensation of his cock against my belly makes my breath catch in my throat.

“Laynie.”
 
He tilts my chin and pauses.
 
“If we do this, there ain’t no fuckin’ goin’ back.”

I nod frantically, butterflies coursing through my belly.

His thumb presses deeper into my chin.
 
“I fuckin’ mean it.
 
We do this, you are
mine
.
 
Always.”

I smile softly, eyes filling with tears.
 
“Travis, I’ve been yours since I slammed into you at the coffee shop.
 
You just didn’t know it yet.”

He growls then, taking my mouth in a fast, hard kiss.
 
I feel his cock at my entrance, pushing in slightly.
 
I rotate my hips, willing him to go deeper.
 
“This is gonna hurt,” he whispers, voice heavy with regret.

I nod.
 
“I know.
 
Just do it.
 
Please.”

He moves his hips slowly, the tip going in and out, and it feels so fucking good.
 
And then he drives his cock to the hilt.
 
Pain tears through me, making me cry out and my fingernails to dig into his back.
 
Travis doesn’t move, his body trembling with the effort to stay still.

After a few moments, my body adjusts, and the pain fades.
 
Removing my claws from his back, I rotate my hips, wanting to feel more of him.
 
His breath comes out in a shudder as he starts to move.
 
Slowly, he glides in and out, his cock filling me — completing me — but still I need more.

I know he’s trying to be gentle, but the ache in my clit is back, and my body is on fire.
 
Reaching up, I grab his cheeks, pulling his face to mine.
 
“Travis!
 
Fuck
me!”

He grunts, grabbing my hips as he slams down into me.
 
With every thrust, I push deeper and deeper into the couch.
 
His thumb comes down on my clit, and that’s exactly what I needed.
 
My muscles clamp down on his cock, and my whole body flushes as the heat from my orgasm takes over.
 
His thrusts become frantic and uneven just before he yells out my name in a throaty voice.
 
“Laynie!”

Digging my fingernails into his back, I roll my hips into his, savoring the feeling of him inside me as long as I can.
 
His body quivers with his own release, and his thrusts slow as his orgasm leaves him.
 
Grunting in exhaustion, he flops down on top of me trying to catch his breath.

I can’t breathe.
 
The man easily outweighs me by a hundred pounds.
 
Barely able to get the words out, I grunt, “Travis.
 
Can’t.
 
Breathe.”

He lifts his body off of mine, chuckling as he moves.
 
“Sorry.”
 
I giggle softly, reaching up to touch his face.
 
He leans in and presses his forehead to mine.
 
“Do you have any idea how fuckin’ gorgeous you are?”

My heart warms and my face splits wide with my smile.
 
“No, but that’s OK because I have you to remind me now.”

Wrapping his arms around me, he squeezes me tightly.
 
“Goddamned
right
you do.”