Skirt (Ruthless Kings MC #5) - K.L. Savage Page 0,47

arm is moving fast as he fucks himself.

This is it. There’s no turning back now.

I reach out my hand and place it on his shoulder, then glide my palm down the arm that’s moving while he touches himself. He tenses, and I wait for him to yell at me, to get the hell out of the bathroom, but he doesn’t. Skirt lets me wrap my hand around the hand that’s holding his cock, and I help him stroke himself.

“What are ye doing to me?” he asks, and then his body shudders when I grip him tight.

“I’m giving us what we both want,” I whisper into his ear, nibbling down his neck. I lick down his spine, drinking the water off his skin. “Do you want me to stop?”

Skirt leans his hands against the wall to brace himself, and he shakes his head, his red hair soaked to his skull. “I never want ye to stop, Lips. I love ye touch. I can’t get enough of it.”

“Then stop running from me.” I unwrap my hand from his shaft and grab his heavy orbs instead, palming them and giving them a slight twist. He arches his back and tenses the muscles in his shoulders. I’ve yet to see his cock, but by the weight and length of it, he feels big.

I dive deeper and rub the skin under his sack, and he shouts in pleasure. It’s the most erotic noise I’ve ever heard. He spins around, and the move has his cock slipping from my grip. His hands are on my ass, gripping tight, and lifts me in the air until my back is against the drenched wall, and his cock is aligned with my entrance.

My legs cross behind his back to get leverage, and his palms move from my ass. He caresses my ribcage and then he kneads my mounds, pinching my nipples as he explores me. All I can hear is the water splashing against the floor, and all I feel is the pulse between my legs. I need this. I need to feel him.

I want to feel good. It’s been too long since a man has taken his time to get to know my body, and I need this, with Skirt. I know my life will change the moment he enters me.

And I welcome change.

It’s better than the shitshow that’s become my life.

I have a feeling Skirt is the answer to the sadistic suffering of my soul.

“Is this what ye want?” He squeezes my tits so hard. I whimper when the skin turns white from his grip. “Ye want my cock in this tight cunt? Fucking ye? Pouring my cum inside?”

I shove at his chest, and his hands pin my arms above my head. The water is falling on both of us now, and his sky blue eyes latch onto me from the sheet of water between us. He has a hunter’s stare, the kind that tells me he loves a chase if given the chance. I bring my legs up and kick his body away from mine, but it only buys me a few steps of space. His fingers are still around my wrists and he uses the opportunity to turn me around and presses me against the wall.

Skirt’s hand smacks against my ass as he rocks his cock between the crease of my cheeks. “So fucking spirited. I like that. Ye fucking call to me in ways I didn’t think were possible.” His free hand drifts down my back, and his index finger probs my puckered hole. I gasp when he inserts his finger to the hilt, no lube, no gentle caress—nothing. It burns. His knuckles press against the globes of my ass, and I moan when he curls the digit inside me.

I love unnecessary roughness.

“Ye so fucking tight here. Ye like that, don’t ye? Getting fucked in every hole.”

“Fuck you,” I spit, thrusting myself onto his finger, wanting and needing more.

His other hand buries in my hair and yanks my head back until the water is spewing in my face, and I’m choking on it. “Ye’d like that wouldn’t ye? Ye’d like to fuck me.” He shoves my head back against the wall, The position gives me the opportunity to turn my head to the left, allowing me to breathe. I gasp, choking from the water, as he spins me around again, pulling his finger from my asshole.

Our eyes meet, my chest heaves, and his stare falls to my mouth. He leans in to give me