Abel (Savage Kings MC - South Carolina Book Series 7)

by Lane Hart

  In fact, when I glance over to watch Cory undress, his pants are pretty tight in the front too before he lowers the zipper and pulls his dick out. It’s nice, long, and hard, just like I remember.

  “On the bed,” he orders while he strokes himself after he catches me staring.

  I climb up on the bed, feeling more exposed than ever before as I lay my head on the pillows and lower my body to the covers, keeping my face turned to watch Cory.

  Once he’s naked, showing off every inch of his muscular shoulders and chest, he reaches into his bag and pulls out a box that could maybe hold a pair of small shoes.

  But that’s not a shoebox. He lifts the lid to remove a device a little longer and thicker than my thumb and curved at one end, looking like some sort of torture device if it goes where I think it does.

  “Nope,” I flat out tell him.

  “Relax. It’s not thicker than my finger, and you liked it well enough. This just adds a little extra…something. Come on, Abel. Enjoying ass play is nothing to be ashamed of.”

  “I don’t know,” I say as I start to get to my knees when Cory swats my ass cheek with his palm.

  “Lie down and just give it a try,” he tells me. When I stare at the device warily, he adds, “Close your eyes and just relax, Abel. You’ll like it, I promise.”

  “If I don’t, can I fuck you?”

  He gives me that cocky-ass grin of his, the one I hated at first but now sort of love. “If you don’t enjoy it, then yeah, you can fuck me. That’s how certain I am.” He puts a knee up on the bed, making the mattress dip with his weight as he crawls up and then straddles my lower legs. I can feel his rock-hard dick lying on my calf.

  Fuck.

  I don’t know if I want him to stay right where he is or move up my body and put those inches somewhere else.

  Burying my face in the pillow, I lie down flat on the bed again, ready and waiting to see what he’ll do next. Cory’s hands are the first thing I feel as he squeezes both of my ass cheeks and pulls them apart. The next is not the silicone device but something wet.

  “Oh shit!” I exclaim, freezing when I realize it’s his tongue licking my asshole. If his big, heavy hands weren’t holding me down, I would’ve squirmed right off the fucking bed by now.

  Instead, Cory keeps me still as he runs the tip of his tongue around my hole. I hear him chuckling as he makes me writhe.

  “Almost as good as a blowjob, isn’t it?” he asks, and a groan is the only sound I can make to reply.

  In fact, the longer his hot tongue lashes and probes me, the more my gasps and moans start to sound like a scared virgin getting her pussy licked for the first time, unable to comprehend that something you’ve never experienced before could feel so damn good.

  The sensations become even more arousing when I remember what Cory said about never licking a guy’s ass unless he was in love. And while I’m certain that’s not what this is about, I like knowing he doesn’t tongue just anyone this way.

  My right hand starts to slide under my body to give my cock the quick tug it needs for me to blow my load when Cory’s tongue stops.

  “Not yet. Don’t come yet.”

  I grunt in frustration when his mouth not only pulls away, but he yanks my hand out from underneath me and pins it to my lower back.

  “Asshole,” I grit out.

  Cory chuckles. “Oh, the things I’m going to do to yours…”

  I hear a sucking sound, and then something harder than his tongue is pressing against that tight ring of muscles, forcing its way inside. It’s slick with lube or Cory’s saliva, so it slides right on in when he applies a little pressure.

  “Oh…god,” I groan at the invasion when the penetrating device presses against the wall of my prostate. Then, he does something to make the damn thing start vibrating inside of me! My eyes roll back in my head, and my legs go rigid, making me gasp into the pillow.

  Either I flop to my back or Cory rolls me to it, because the next thing I know, I’m suddenly looking up at him and my ass is bouncing uncontrollably off the mattress.

  “Feel good?” the fucker asks, as if there’s more than one answer to that question.

  A nod and a guttural moan are my sole responses.

  “Told you so.” He gives me another cocky grin. Reaching between my legs, he cups my balls while simultaneously pushing the device in a little deeper with a finger. “Ride it out as long as you can.”

  I finally get my arms to work and my fingers to wrap around my shaft. Two jerks and my back arches off the bed, my cock swelling and pulsing with my release.

  Cory peels my fingers off my dick, and then his lips are sealing around my crown, sucking hard, swallowing my cum down his throat while the vibrating in my ass makes the orgasm keep going on and on.

  My limbs are all still twitching when he turns the device off but leaves it inside of me.

  “That was…fucking intense,” I tell him through the pants.

  “Ready for me to take it out?” he asks. His mouth brushes over my stomach, lightly kissing and licking as he makes his way up my body.

  “Not yet,” I tell him when his face is above mine. “I feel like I could…”

  “Get off again right now?” he finishes with a chuckle. “Take a few minutes to recover, then we can turn it on while you fuck Selina.”

  The thought of her knowing something is inside of me makes me cringe. “Not sure I want her to know I like shoving things up my ass.”

  “Come on, Abel. Plenty of straight men like ass play. Selina won’t care. In fact, I bet she’ll think it’s hot.”

  “Maybe, but…”

  Cory’s mouth slams down on mine to shut me up, tasting like my spent seed as his facial hair scrapes against mine, which is hot as hell.

  When we both have to break apart, gasping for air, I reach down between our bodies to fist Cory’s cock. “Want me to jerk you off?” I ask him before I grab him and flip our positions so that I’m on top of him.

  And for the first time, the ginger looks speechless before he simply nods, his usual smirk nowhere to be found.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Selina

  I took my time at the grocery store and dropping off Leo’s dinner at the clubhouse.

  And while I tried to give Abel and Cory as much time alone as possible, I can’t help but be a little excited about joining them.

  Part of me expected to find the men still in the living room, sitting on opposite sides of the room because Abel was too nervous to make the first move and Cory would be too stubborn to cave first.

  Instead, I walk through the front door and find the place empty.

  Holy shit.

  Guess they’ve made it to the bedroom after all.

  I hesitate on what to do next and end up hanging around the kitchen, drinking a glass of water and banging around the cabinets to announce my presence while also straining my ears to try and hear them. Muffled masculine voices and an occasional groan is all I can make out. Was that grunt Abel or Cory’s?

  God, I want to see for myself.

  Figuring they would be less likely to yell at me to get the fuck out if I were naked, I strip down to my birthday suit, folding my clothes and leaving them on the kitchen counter to finally find out.

  The fantasy in my head of seeing two men together is nothing compared to the real thing.

  Abel is on top of Cory, braced on his hands and knees, his big Savage Kings back tattoo on full display. His mouth is moving down Cory’s naked chest while his hand moves up and down Cory’s hard cock. Both of them are as naked as the day they were born. And is there something up Abel’s…

  “God, yesss. Faster.” Cory’s bleary blue eyes blink open slowly, then widen in surprise when he sees me standing in the doorway. His eyes roam over my curves with obvious male appreciation, leaving no doubt in my mind that he enjoys being with women as much as Abel if I hadn’t figured as much after he ate me out the first night we met.

  Before I say anything, thoug
h, Cory’s mouth falls open on a gasp. Keeping one hand on the back of Abel’s head, not urging his mouth to go lower but just caressing it, he holds up one finger on the other hand in the universal sign for me to wait. Guess he’s close.

  “I’m coming!” the ginger exclaims a moment later as Abel removes his mouth to watch the ropes of cum shoot over the ginger’s pelvis and flat stomach.

  “Can I taste you?” Abel asks, still having no idea that I’m not only home but watching them.

  “Fuck, oh fuck!” Cory shouts to the ceiling when the other man’s head dips down to lick up the mess on his stomach.

  Cory cups the back of his head, jaw stiff as he stares down at Abel like he’s wishing he would put his mouth on his cock instead.

  Eventually, Abel lifts his face and moves up the bed to kiss Cory’s lips. “You taste the same as I do,” it sounds like Abel says to him between the smacking sound of them kissing.

  Instead of announcing my presence right then and there, I tiptoe back to the living room, open, and then shut the front door. I wait a few more seconds before grabbing the box of condoms from the grocery bag.

  “Hello? I’m home!” I call out as I make my way back down the hall.

  This time, when I get to the bedroom, Abel and Cory are both lying beside each other and are sitting up.

  “Hey,” Abel replies first, sounding breathless. His lips are plump, and his cheeks are rosy with a flush. I wait to see if he’ll lie about what they were doing or tell me the truth. “We decided to start without you,” he finally admits.

  “Good. I told you I wouldn’t mind,” I reply, then finally return my gaze to the other man. “Hi, Cory. Glad you could come,” I add with a wink.

  He grins while propping his hands behind his head, his big naked body proudly flaunted, eyes staring at my tits without the least bit of shame. “Looking as fine as ever, Selina.”

  “What did I miss?” I ask as I crawl up the bed between them and offer Abel the box of condoms.

  “Not much.”

  “Not much?” I repeat as I lie on my side facing him to give him a kiss. While his mouth is busy, I reach around to grab his ass. Slowly, I slide my fingers down until my fingertips touch the rubber-coated object protruding from him.

  “Oh, fuck!” he exclaims as his hips jerk forward and he falls on top of me, mouth attacking mine. It takes me a minute to realize the buzzing sound is coming from the sex toy inside of him. No wonder he jerked like he had been shocked. I must have turned it on by accident. Not that Abel seems to mind. His cock is thick and rigid between us for what I’m guessing is likely a second or maybe even third round for him.

  “I need you,” he growls against my mouth.

  “Yes,” I agree as I wrap my arms and legs around him.

  “Hold on a second,” Cory says. “You’re forgetting something.” I hear a foil wrapper crinkle, which seems to cool both me and Abel down since we’ve never not used protection.

  “Thanks,” Abel tells the ginger as he pushes himself up, sitting back on his heels. He holds out his palm for the condom.

  “Let me take care it for you,” Cory offers. Kneeling beside us, Abel and I both watch him rip the wrapper with his teeth to remove the rubber.

  Abel’s hand shoots out, grabbing Cory’s wrist to stop him, but it’s too late. He’s already rolling the condom down with a practiced ease, making Abel’s eyes slam shut as he hisses in pleasure.

  Cory takes his sweet time, stroking Abel a few extra, unnecessary times. I think I enjoy it as much as both of the men, seeing his big hand handling him in such an intimate way. Not only that, the way Cory watches Abel’s face while he touches him is hot. He clearly loves seeing the effect he has on the biker.

  And Abel, well, he never looks this blissed-out when we’re fucking. It’s that Cory’s doing the pleasuring that I think has him on cloud nine.

  Finally, swollen achingly hard and unable to take any more teasing, Abel grunts as he pulls Cory’s hand away. He doesn’t shove him away, though. He guides the other man’s palm over his hip and around to his ass.

  Abel goes still, and then his hazy green eyes open for a second to look down at me, seeming a little hesitant about letting the other man touch him in front of me.

  “I’m so wet from watching you two,” I tell him honestly as I reach for his neck to pull his mouth back down to mine for a kiss. “Don’t stop.”

  I feel Abel’s nod of agreement before he falls back on me, attacking my mouth again while lining up our lower bodies and slamming inside of me.

  Chapter Thirty

  Cory

  Nothing has ever been hotter than having Abel on top of me, his mouth on my chest and stomach, his rough, calloused hand filled with my dick. God, he looked so damn eager to get me off too.

  Whatever he lacks in experience, he more than makes up for with enthusiasm, convincing me that he’s probably even thought about sucking dick. Maybe someday…

  The fact that he’s already so comfortable touching my cock and kissing me is shocking on its own. He continues to do that – prove me wrong about him whenever I think I have him all figured out.

  Most of the men I’ve hooked up with are predictable, after their own pleasure, not caring the least bit about mine.

  Abel, though, keeps surprising me.

  I figured if anything, tonight would be more like in the hotel, him watching me with Selina, then me watching the two of them together.

  Does he know Selina watched us just now?

  God, that woman is hot as hell. She didn’t interrupt us when she could have. A jealous woman would have for sure. And if she had said a word while my dick was in Abel’s hand, his mouth perilously close to it, he probably would’ve freaked out and stopped instead of tasted me.

  Well, maybe. It’s becoming harder and harder to predict the biker.

  Like now, as I try and figure out what the hell he wanted when he put my hand on his ass.

  I give his tight buttocks a few squeezes and even a slap before sliding my hand down to press on the plug, the pressure making the vibrator speed up to a faster setting just as Abel grabs Selina’s hips, holding them still for him to thrust into her.

  Hearing her moan in that happy way as he fills her with his flesh makes me a little jealous. Not enough to change my mind, but yeah, eventually I think I want to feel him inside of me.

  Today is not going to be that day, though.

  And just to make sure Abel doesn’t forget I’m here, I scoot over so that I’m kneeling behind him. To get closer, I have to straddle Abel’s calves, then peel Selina’s thighs from his waist to lift them to mine, putting the front of my lower body flush with Abel’s pumping ass. My dick presses against his crease and the vibrating toy. The biker practically whimpers at the contact. Pushing his upper body off Selina, he sits back, leaning into me until his back is braced against my chest.

  I wet my lips and dip my head to run them over his neck, kissing him while I reach around to rub both palms over his solid chest, down to his abs, and back up again.

  Abel shivers as his thrusts lose their rhythm. When he finds it again, I can’t stop my own hips from moving in tandem with his, my shaft pressing and grinding into his ass cheeks.

  “You two are so fucking hot,” Selina says from below us, her legs tightening on my hips. Seeing her fingers trail down her flat stomach to play with herself is sexy enough to cause a few drops of cum to leak from my tip, wetting Abel’s crease. I want to eat that pussy up after Abel finishes inside of her.

  Abel

  Cory’s lips and tongue on my neck and his cock rubbing against my ass shouldn’t feel like the best thing ever, but fuck if it isn’t.

  Sex has always been okay, good even, especially with Selina, who likes it rough and dirty.

  Before Cory, though, I had never felt like I was burning up from the inside out. I’m desperate and needy for more of his kisses and touches, which I hate and love all at the same time.

  Until the other day, I had never b
een penetrated before Cory’s finger. And now, I’m afraid I may be getting addicted to the damn vibrating toy that I was so scared of trying just a few minutes earlier.

  My inner muscles clench around it, enjoying the pressure against my prostate but wanting something more…substantial.

  “Abel?” Selina calls my name, making me realize I stopped moving.

  I don’t keep going just yet, not before I turn my face toward Cory’s, who’s sucking on my neck. I grab the back of his head, and then I kiss him, tongue and all, right in front of Selina. Fuck, it isn’t even the first time we’ve kissed today, but it’s just as heady. I savor the cinnamon flavor of his mouth underneath the salty taste lingering on both of our tongues.

  “Oh god, oh god, I’m gonna come!” Selina cries out, and I have no doubt that it’s her fingertips rubbing circles over her clit that sets her off while watching my and Cory’s mouths move together. Her pussy clamps down on my cock, nearly making me blow my load too. Sweat is dripping down my spine and my brow as I try and hold off a few more minutes because, unlike usual, I’m not in a hurry to get off. I don’t want to come. Not yet. Not until…

  “Fuck me,” I whisper against Cory’s lips.

  The asshole just chuckles and squeezes my pecs without breaking our kiss.

  Fisting a handful of his red hair to pull his mouth from mine, I look him in the eye to say, “I’m serious.”

  He smirks at me. “No, you’re not. It’s just the heat of the moment. It’ll pass.”

  Great, it took me my entire life to ask for what I want, and now he’s going to refuse out of some stupid bullshit sense of honor.

  “Please?” I beg him. My hips give an involuntary roll, thrusting into Selina as I imagine him sliding inside of me for the first time.