Thunder (Hell's Handlers MC #10) - Lilly Atlas Page 0,75

her gaze and took a long lick up the side of the vibrator before tossing it on the bed.

“Oh, my God,” Mak whispered as the sweetness of her pussy hit his taste buds. “Y-you didn’t just...”

He laughed, the sound low and smoky. She shivered.

“Oh, but I did. And it was fucking delicious.” He reached out and circled her ankle with his hand. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are, Makenna?”

She shook her head.

Thunder hefted his denim-covered erection. “This oughta give you some clue.” He tilted his head. “I’ve spent most of my life around dancers dressed in nothing more than ribbon and glitter, and none of them got to me like this.”

“I—you’re serious?”

Ugh, her lack of confidence hit him straight in the ticker. “Fuck, yes, I’m serious. Babe, I’ve had a hard-on for you since the first time I saw you in your diner T-shirt. Now…” He lifted the toy up again. “You want this back, or you want to replace rubber with a real live cock?”

She was quiet for so long, he almost didn’t believe she’d answer when she finally said, “You,” in the softest voice imaginable.

It was all he needed to hear to have him catapulting his body forward until he hovered over her. “You fucking scared me,” he said, hands on either side of her head, holding his weight. “Thought something was wrong.”

Her face softened, and for the first time, she seemed to find her voice. “I was taking advantage of the alone time.” Her shy smile nearly killed him.

“Maybe next time…close the windows? Yeah?”

She giggled then slapped a hand over her mouth, but it was too late. More giggles bubbled out. “Oh shit,” she finally said between laughs. “I didn’t even think of that.”

“Yeah. Though I can’t say I’m mad about it right now.” He rocked his pelvis into her, making her eyes flare.

“C-can you take your clothes off?” she asked.

“You wanna see some skin?” he asked as pushed off the bed and up onto his knees.

“I do,” she whispered. “I want to feel it, too.”

“Fuck, yes.”

As he drew his T-shirt over his head, she spoke again. “I was thinking about you.”

His movement stuttered, making her laugh. She was gonna be the death of him. “When? While you fucked that toy into your pussy?”

She nodded. “You were dancing.”

Where the hell was this confidence coming from, and how did he keep it going? He tossed his shirt on the floor. “Ballet? I do a mean Swan Lake.”

Another laugh. Damn, he could live off those elated noises for weeks. It was the lightest she’d sounded since he’d met her. This woman needed more enjoyment in her life. Someone had to remind her there was fun to be had among the mountains of responsibility.

And he was the man for the job. He was the fucking master of fun.

“It was something a little less, uh, refined,” she said, mischief twinkling in her eyes.

Yeah, he fucking bet it was. He lowered the zipper of his jeans, tooth by tooth, noting the way her gaze tracked the movements. When his cock spilled out, hard as a fucking spike, she sucked in a breath.

That’s right, baby. Commando.

He gripped his length, then gave a few rough strokes.

Mak licked her lips. Licked her fucking lips like she was trying to lap up the precum escaping from the slit.

“Unrefined, huh?” He asked as he continued to pleasure himself. Watching her watch him was as good as any sex he’d had in the last few years. “You sure it wasn’t just plain fucking dirty?”

“Thunder?”

“Yeah?”

“Can we stop talking now?”

Now, he was the one laughing. “Somebody’s getting hungry for my cock, huh?” he asked as he released said cock then worked his jeans off. Over his shoulder they went, but not before he snagged the condom out of the back pocket.

Mak was ready, more than ready. She squirmed as she watched him roll the latex down his weeping dick. The damn thick twitched in protest of the condom. First time in his life, he regretted the need for one. How fucking unreal would it feel to push into her scorching wetness without a barrier?

Damn, his eyes rolled back, just imagining it. Maybe someday…if this continued.

And if unicorns flew out of his ass.

Once the condom was secure, he grabbed her thighs and pushed her legs even wider, exposing her soaked pussy to his ravenous gaze. He’d be eating that sometime soon, but not tonight. Tonight, foreplay wouldn’t be necessary, not with how far gone she’d been when he