Thunder (Hell's Handlers MC #10) - Lilly Atlas Page 0,113
diner who can’t keep her hands off me.”
Mak laughed. “True.”
Time to kick this show into high gear. He danced closer to her, dipping his hips into a sensual sway as the music slowed. As he drew close, he widened his legs until he basically straddled her. Then he lifted the hem of his tee, giving her a peek of the abs he worked very hard to maintain.
As though on autopilot, Mak reached out to touch.
“Nuh-uh.” He waggled a finger. “Keep your hands off the dancer, please. This is not that kind of establishment.”
With her eyes twinkling, Mak smirked and raised her hands to head height. “Won’t happen again.”
One swoop had his shirt up and off his body. He swung it around before tossing it behind him. As Mak giggled, he lowered until he was an inch above her lap. Then, he gave her his best lap dance skills, poppin’ his hips, teasing her with near touches of his hard cock, and flexing as many muscles as possible.
“Seriously?” Mak asked in a droll tone though her eyes darkened with lust. “This is how you want me to dance at the clubhouse?”
Thunder’s head fell back as he let out a loud laugh. “Fuck, no! You do this, and you’ll be getting your first spanking.”
He froze. Shit. How the hell could he have been so insensitive? If she’d expressed interest in a little sexual spanking, he’d have been all for it, but the woman had a history of abuse. Fuck, had he just ruined the evening?
But Mak didn’t react with horror or revulsion. Instead, she disobeyed the rule he’d just given her and ran her fingertips over the ridges of his stomach. He shivered as sparks of electricity zinged through his blood.
“Pretty sure that’s not a deterrent.”
“Fuck.” He straightened his knees, putting his cock at face height.
Eyes fixated on the bulge behind his fitted black boxer briefs, she licked her lower lip, and he swore to Christ he felt that curious tongue stroke his cock.
“So,” she said, her voice taking on a smoky quality he’d yet to hear from her. “You said no hands on the models, but you didn’t say anything about lips.”
Never in a million years would he have guessed Mak was about to lean forward and mouth his stiff dick through his underwear, but fuck, that’s exactly what she did. Thunder clenched his fists as the urge to grasp her head and shove his cock in her face hit him like a sledgehammer.
“Hmm, haven’t been kicked out of the place yet.” She brushed her nose against him then lifted her head, capturing the band of his boxer briefs in her teeth. The scape of them over his lower abs, combined with her hot breath on his skin, had him jerking. The band slipped from her teeth, snapping against his stomach.
“Fuck.”
“Not sure the security at this place is up to par.” Mak giggled. “Sure I can’t put my hands on my dancer?”
Christ, he’d die if she didn’t get her hands on him. “Yes,” he said in a hoarse croak. “Put your fucking hands all over me.”
She shifted her gaze upward, meeting his. “Thank you.”
Then the goddammed siren snuck her fingers in the sides of his shorts and tugged them down. His cock sprang free with a bounce, ending up pointing straight out toward her face.
Thunder’s eyes rolled heavenward. “Mak…” Christ, it sounded like someone had run over his vocal cords with a truck.
“Yes?” she asked, all syrupy sweet.
He felt like a rubber band stretched to failure, one tug, and he’d snap. “You want me in your mouth?”
She nodded. “Yes.” It came out as a whisper. “I want to feel you come down my throat.”
“Jesus fucking Christ.” He gripped his hair. It was either that, or do it for her, ramming his cock down her throat. Maybe someday, but he had a feeling she didn’t have much experience in this art. Instead, he settled for bossy. “Suck me.”
Her little pink tongue slid past her lips to take a quick lap of his cockhead. Thunder gritted his teeth. Fuck, how the hell did that one lick feel better than any blow job he’d had in the past?
Easy answer. It came from a woman he’d grown obsessed with.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
HIS ERECTION FELT different against her tongue than she’d expected. For some reason, she’d only considered the hardness of his cock, not the silky-smooth skin surrounding it. Who would believe she’d been married for two years but had never given a blowjob? Probably no one.