Cross Your Heart: Inked Angels MC

by Zoey Parker

  I stood up with him. The kitchen was small and cramped, so that when we were both standing, we were no more than a couple feet apart. I felt the hint of his breath, could smell his scent. It was overpowering — sweat, engine smoke, cologne, all mixed together in a delicious cocktail. I drank it in. My thoughts faded away and my lips moved on their own.

  “What else do you do?” I asked. My voice was shaky and soft. “When you’re not hurting people, I mean.” I took a tiny step towards him. His fingers found mine.

  He gazed down at my upturned face. The steeliness of a moment earlier had vanished. Now, in its place, was the heat of serious desire. I could see it and feel it in him. I knew he saw and felt mine, too. His eyes churned with it.

  “Sometimes, I bring them pleasure.”

  Croak’s lips descended slowly to mine. They met, brushed against each other lightly, barely. His fingertips tapped against my wrist as he pulled away and looked at me one more time.

  Then the tension shattered.

  Our mouths crashed together, hungrily devouring each other. Our tongues delved and stroked, our lips meshed, our hands scrabbled over and under one another’s clothing, desperate for a touch of heat, a touch of skin. I felt consumed by how badly I wanted him all over me and inside me. I wanted to fold myself in his arms. I wanted his bulk, his smell, his tongue. I wanted everything he had to offer.

  Croak picked me up and set me on the table. I locked my heels behind the small of his back and my hands behind his neck, drawing him into my embrace. My breasts pushed up on his chest as he leaned forward. My mouth was stretched wide open to accommodate his kiss.

  His hands pawed at my sides. They found the zipper of my black crop top and slid it downwards. I sighed as the restrictive material loosened and freed my breasts for his palms to grope and fondle. A soft moan escaped from my mouth into his.

  Then, just as suddenly as it had started, he broke it off. I saw the competing desires written across his face, clear as day. “I can’t,” he said as he started to pull away.

  I didn’t let him go. “You have to,” I replied.

  Where had all this certainty and aggression in me come from? I’d never wanted anything as badly as I wanted him right then and there. One look at him and I knew he felt the same. It was so obvious that this had to happen. The electricity coursing through the air and between our skin, wherever it was touching, was insane and undeniable. I had no choice but to give in to it — to him.

  I stretched up towards him, extending to the full height of my spine. It was just enough for my lips to touch tantalizingly against his once more. There was maybe a molecule of space left between us. I wanted it gone. We both did.

  He slid his tongue past my teeth. It was warm and wet, hot and heavy in my mouth. I moved mine over and around it, meshing with him, our lips becoming one whole, a bridge from him to me. His hands were soft and delicate where they ran up my sides and cupped each breast in his hands. He tweaked my nipple slightly between finger and thumb, sending a shiver racing down my spine and coaxing yet another groan out of me.

  I slid my mouth down to nuzzle against his neck, nipping and kissing the tanned surface of his skin. “Take me to bed,” I whispered.

  He didn’t say a word. Instead, he scooped me up in his arms and kissed me as he walked out of the kitchen, across the living room, and into the dimly lit bedroom.

  Croak dropped me onto the bed and was on top of me a moment later. His warmth emanated from him in delicious, delirious waves. I touched my fingertips to the sides of his face to feel the coarseness of his beard and the rigid muscles lining his jaw. They worked beneath my touch as he opened and closed his mouth in time with mine.

  I moved my hands down to find the lower edge of his shirt and pull it over his head. He cast it aside, revealing a body that was even more magnificent than what I had been imagining. He was practically carved out of marble. Everywhere I touched was solid and unyielding. The contours of his muscles were like a playground for my fingertips as they moved up and down his roiling biceps and the plateaus of his abs. Strong, winding veins twisted across his forearms and chest. The downward sloping V of his lower torso was hard as rock. I could almost grip it in my palms.

  I looked up at him in amazement. “You’re a work of art,” I said breathlessly.

  “I’m a finger-painting compared to you, kid,” he responded with utmost seriousness. His gaze fell to my body, which was the polar opposite of his grizzled, tattoo-stained exterior. Where he was scarred, I was smooth; where he was tanned, I was porcelain. I felt too delicate next to him, like he might shatter me with a single touch. But the way he traced his fingertip gently between the peaks of my breasts and down to my right hip, it was obvious that he could handle with care just as easily as he could break me completely.

  He brought his other hand down from where he was using it to support himself above my head. Laying his palm flat on my upper chest, he slid it down along the same path his other had followed, spreading heat wherever he touched. Over my breasts, across my flat stomach, down to the zipper of my black leather pants. He slipped the button loose, worked the teeth of the zipper free, and carefully inserted his fingers on either side of my waist.

  I could have laid there and watch his muscles work beneath the inky surface of his skin forever. It was a marvel to see how each of them twitched and flexed as he moved, how his biceps flared out when he quietly tugged the pants down my legs and off of me. He dropped them onto the floor and clambered back onto the bed.

  My breath was coming in soft murmurs. He locked eyes with me, then lowered his mouth to my right knee. He deposited a gentle suggestion of a kiss on the inside of my thigh just above the knee, then turned his head and did the same on the left. Moving back to the right, he kissed a few inches higher. Again, to the left.

  Croak moved back and forth up my thighs, leaving a trail of kisses that grew hotter and wider as he crept higher. Every advance shortened my breath by half, until he reached the lacy edge of my panties and I could barely breathe at all.

  He looked up at me once more and paused, long enough for the air to somehow grow heavier around me. I felt like I was being pressed in from all sides and from within, like I would be crushed into a diamond or a black hole by the gravity of how badly I wanted him and how badly he wanted me in return. When he unraveled his tongue and licked over the fabric from the bottom to the top of my moist slit, I wasn’t sure I’d survive.

  He did it again, taking his time and making his tongue broad. I could feel its heat through the thin material, tantalizingly close to what I wanted so desperately. But it wasn’t quite there yet. One last barrier to remove.

  “Don’t tease me anymore,” I whispered.

  He raised an eyebrow from where he was hunched between my legs. “You’ve got a long way to go until I let you come, princess,” he said in a low growl.

  All I could do was moan in response.

  Croak whipped my panties down my legs and threw them aside. He pressed one palm flat on my stomach as he bit at the crease of my hip and then dragged his mouth over to engulf my hot pussy between his lips.

  “Oh, Croak!” I gasped.

  He sucked my clit in lightly between his lips, then released it with a wet lick. I groaned loudly and arched my back to urge my center up to his tongue. He laughed softly and pressed me down against the bed, stopping me from getting what I wanted.

  “We’re on my terms, now,” he said. He reached a fingertip up and slid it into my tunnel. I squeezed my thighs involuntarily at the incredible sensation. It would take only the barest touch to make me come right now, but Croak seemed determined to drag things out as long as possible. He went achingly slowly, taking long seconds to push his finger all the way to the depths of me before pulling it back out. He kept his mouth hovering just above my clit the whole time. His hot breath rolled in and out as his finger delved and retreated.

  He added a second finger when he entered again, and as he did, he pushed his lips against my clit a
nd lapped at it with the very tip of his tongue. I felt myself clenching and writhing, already knocking at the door of coming, and he’d only just started touching me.

  Who was this man? How did he know my body even better than I did? Each thing he did to me was exactly the thing I wanted, and he did it long before I had even realized it was the perfect thing to do.

  I wove my fingers through his hair and gripped hard to anchor myself to reality as he started to piston his fingers inside me, curling at the end of each stroke to brush against my g-spot and add a deeper ripple to the earthquake prepping itself inside my cunt. My thighs were locked on other side of his head. He was pinned below me, and yet it was obvious that he was the one in charge. I would come when he wanted me to and not a moment sooner.

  I just prayed that moment was soon.

  Just when I thought I was as full as I could get, he added a third finger and redoubled the intensity of his licking. His head swung from side to side as he flailed his tongue in precise circles across my engorged clit. The third finger stretched me to my limits, but it was the last thing I needed to push me right up against the edge.

  “Croak, please, please,” I whimpered. Tiny tremors shook me from head to toe. My muscles were seizing in place. My whole body was ready to explode. The pressure was unbearable.

  “What do you want?” he teased. “Tell me.”

  “You know.”

  “Say it.”

  “I can’t.”

  “Say it!”

  “I want to come,” I panted.

  “Then come,” he allowed, and I did just that. I burst hard as he pulled his fingers out of me while keeping his mouth locked on my clit. He didn’t lick anymore, but the steady pressure of his breath and lips was the only thing I needed to keep me pinned to the earth. I might have blacked out without it.

  The pressure, the wrongness and the rightness of all this, was enough to make this the most intense orgasm I’d ever had. I lost track of the seconds as I moaned and convulsed while the electric flood of my climax tore through my body from head to toe. My toes curled and my hands nearly ripped Croak’s hair out from his scalp.

  Gradually, it ebbed bit by bit, but when the sparks had finally settled, I was left even hungrier than before. I needed more and I needed it now. Croak knew what I wanted. There was no time to wait or I might just collapse inward.

  He shimmied out of his jeans and was on top of me instantly. I reached down and grasped his cock in my hands as my knees parted to allow his bulk closer to me. My jaw fell open as I gripped up and down his shaft and realized how unbelievably huge he was.

  Doubt suddenly overtook me. “There’s no way I can fit this,” I whispered.

  Croak grinned. “Take it slow, baby. One inch at a time.”

  My eyes were wide with uncertainty, but he was calm and centered. I trusted him implicitly without having a single damn reason in the world to do so. It just felt right. Besides, I couldn’t delay the desire overtaking me right now.

  “Slowly,” I repeated dumbly.

  “Slowly.”

  He aimed the head of his member at my slit and pushed it just barely inside. I laid my hands on his shoulders, closed my eyes, and gritted my teeth. Above me, I felt him start to rock forward in tiny increments. Every second brought him a little bit deeper into me. I had never opened myself up this much before, but to have a man who knew exactly what he was doing made it seem doable. I spread my legs and bit down on his forearm as he delved further and further.

  After long, agonizing seconds, he was buried inside me. I looked up and saw his eyes shining down at me. Sweat slicked my brow. I arched upwards to steal a furtive kiss from him. He slid back out from me, almost all the way but not quite.

  “Trust me, Corinne,” he said. “I know what I’m doing.”

  I nodded. He leaned down and our kiss broke open hot and deep as he moved back into me, faster this time. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on for dear life. The kiss became just an entangling of our mouths, a place for our breath to meet and mingle, for our moans to coalesce, as he withdrew and then drove into me again, harder and faster again.

  He started to pump, and the pressure that I thought I had already survived transformed into an intense heat that felt even more powerful. My pussy was the center of it, right where his cock slid along the inner surface and his hips ground against my mound. The heat built with every stroke as Croak began bucking hard into me. His thick cock speared me over and over again. Each time he crashed in, a new whimper erupted from my mouth. His arms on either side of me were like steel beams, muscles knotted and clenched with the effort of the thrusting that was bring me closer and closer to coming yet again.

  Croak leaned back and arranged my legs over his shoulders. I threw my hands back over my head and squeezed the sheets as he resumed stroking. He was plunging into me as fast as he could now. I heard his concentrated grunts and the thought of his cum pushed me even closer. He licked a thumb and used it to quiver my clit while he continued to slam his rod into me.

  “I’m gonna, I’m gonna…” I tried to say, but I couldn’t get the words out. Every time I did, it just devolved into a meaningless moan. I arched my back again and he pulled me closer to him. His hands were tight on my thighs.

  “Come, baby,” he said. “Hard.”

  I followed his orders and dropped over the edge. This climax was deeper and stranger than the last. It came from somewhere way inside of me and rippled outwards in powerful, silent waves. I squeezed down hard on his cock with my pussy. As I did, I felt him give way, too, and his cum erupted inside of me, filling me with hot, white seed. My whole body tightened like a fist around him as we came together. Seconds or minutes or maybe even centuries passed while the throes of my climax and his consumed us.

  I would never be the same again.

  Chapter 9

  Croak

  The second we finished fucking, all the good vibes we’d had going went away like smoke on the wind. I could only hear the voice it my head, saying the same thing over and over again: What the fuck did you just do?

  I’d just had the best sex of my life — with the president’s daughter. How big of a fucking idiot could I be? I lived my life by my own rules, but I’d broken a serious one here. Corinne was off limits, and I’d disregarded that sign and plunged in anyways. Growler was gonna have my balls for breakfast, and rightfully so. Hell, I’d have done the same if I were him. Even if it wasn’t a rule on paper, there was a sense of decorum that made this whole damn MC operate, and I’d gone and jizzed all over it. Or rather, inside it, which was even worse. Fucking. Idiot.

  But goddamn, it sure was a hell of a ride. I’d never had anything like that before. I mean, the bartender had been par for the course — something quick and dirty and fun, no strings attached. This was something else. It was, dare I say it, emotional. There was more than just sex here. There was a real connection. Something deeper. Harder to put a finger on.

  Shit, what the hell was I talking about? There wasn’t anything there because there couldn’t be anything there. That wasn’t allowed. I was deluding myself into a dumb train of thoughts that was gonna get me into even deeper trouble than the shit’s creek I was already neck-deep in. I needed to do one thing and one thing only: get the hell out of here.

  I stood up abruptly. “I gotta go,” I said. I couldn’t even bear to look at her. Christ, I was a pussy. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the confused expression on her face.

  “Wait, but… I mean, what?” she stammered.

  “I need to go right now. This was a bad idea.” I struggled into my jeans, hopping around as one leg got caught on my heel. I stubbed a toe and cursed.

  “What are you talking about?”

  I could hear tears lurking on the edge of her voice. Please don’t cry, I thought to myself. That was the last thing I needed right now. “I shouldn’t have come up,” I said gruffly. I pulled my shirt over my head and stepped into my boots one at a time.

  Please,
please don’t — ah, shit. There they were. A tear glinted on her cheek. Her voice was choked and confused. I couldn’t blame her. After something like that, I was about to just run out the door? I could hardly believe I had the balls to do something that brazen. What an asshole move. I didn’t know until know I was capable of something that dickish. But the alarm horns were blaring in my head and I was doing the one thing I knew best, which was to cut and run. Make my escape before the situation got too messy.

  But I knew damn well that it was already too messy. This was different than all the other times. If I left now, I’d be hurting her. I looked at Corinne.

  She was beautiful. The moon slanting in through the blinds hanging on the window lit up her pale skin. She looked so angelic in the light, like she was glowing. The tears streaming down her cheeks were glistening, too. I felt something unfamiliar lurch inside my chest.