Phantom Riders MC - Hawk

by Tory Richards

  “You won’t.”

  He backed me up against the wall. “Yes!” he growled, almost in anger. “Fucking hell, woman, I fucking want you!” I cried out at the impact of his body against mine. “I’m tired of fighting it, tired of denying myself what I want.”

  “Wh-What do y-you want?” I could barely get the words out.

  Hawk glared down at me. “You. I want you,” He snarled, slowly lowering his head. “You. Are. Mine.”

  His hand tangled roughly in my hair as he tilted my face up to his. In the next instant his mouth came crashing down on mine, setting off a mass of electric palpitations through my body, triggers of need consuming my senses until all I could do was respond to his attack on my mouth with one of my own. My heart beat erratically, butterflies flickered crazily in my belly, and fire ignited my blood. There wasn’t a place in me or on me that wasn’t a spine-tingling heap of sensation, all of it happening at once. All because he was kissing me.

  Instant.

  Intense.

  Passionate.

  I didn’t think I would survive it.

  I’d known our first kiss would be like this. Emotionally and physically it revealed so damned much. The rough possession of Hawk’s mouth on mine filled me with surreal pleasure and the need to take action. Arousal was too weak a word for what I was feeling. A strong need to give, to feel, to become one, drove me to demand more. I willingly opened my mouth beneath the grinding pressure of his kiss, meeting his thrusting tongue with mine as we discovered and tasted each other for the first time.

  We became animals, unable to quench the violent hunger overtaking our sanity, yet refusing to give up. We searched and moved on, finding relief in other ways. I wrapped my arms around Hawk’s neck and held on, a woman drowning in need. His hands dropped down my body in a thorough sweep, lingering as he caressed and shaped my breasts, before continuing down my sides to my hips. His fingers dug into me as he ground his swollen cock against my belly.

  I moaned, God, I wanted him naked and inside me at that moment. He seemed bigger and harder than ever before, and I arched against him, finding little relief from the zipper covering his hard-on. Impatience ruled my emotions when I reached for the front of his jeans. Call my crazy, but I pulled away from his kiss and mumbled, “Hawk. I need you, now!” We were both out of breath.

  “Easy, baby.” His hand covered mine. I thought he was going to stop me from opening his pants, but he flattened my palm against his cock and forced me up and down his erection. “We’ll get to it,” he promised, sucking my lower lip into his mouth.

  Oh, fuck! I was going to melt into a puddle right there at his feet. Was it possible to self-combust? I twisted and squirmed against Hawk. “It’s not fair you have clothes on.” I didn’t care if it sounded like I was whining and desperate.

  I was whining and desperate.

  “You want me naked, baby?”

  “Yes!” I hissed. “I want to feel you, all of you, against me.”

  Hawk stepped back without a word and slipped off his cut. I ran my gaze over his tattooed muscles, salivating because right then they were all mine. He had the ripped body of a fighter, the scars trophies from the conflicts he’d fought and won. When his hands moved to his jeans my gaze followed hungrily, watching as he unzipped them, pushed them down his legs, and stepped out of them. His cock was standing straight up, a monster ready to conquer and consume me. He reached for me with a deep sound of need, telling me that he’d been pushed to his limits.

  Circling my waist with a powerful arm, he jerked me against him. I caught my breath as his long, hard cock nestled right between my thighs against my drenched pussy. My nails curled into Hawk’s chest as I stared up at him, hungry for his mouth again. As if reading my mind, he swooped down and devoured mine in a show of deep passion and total possession. At that second I felt totally owned by him. I returned his kiss, nipping, chewing, and sucking on his lips while our tongues fucked.

  There was nothing gentle and tender about it, but it was the most mind-blowing kiss I’d ever experienced, the kind that curled my toes while sending sharp spikes of lightning through my body. I savored the warm flavor of him and drank his essence down eagerly. Hawk, as he did with everything, held nothing back of himself. Our earlier kiss had set the beast free and I was his willing captive, letting him take as much of me as he wanted. I gave as good as I got, relishing in his groans and grunts of pleasure that vibrated through his hard body.

  Hawk picked me up and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, ignoring the pain in my leg. I knew that if I let on that it hurt he’d stop immediately, and I didn’t want that to happen. Once again I found myself up against the wall. “I won’t make it to the fucking bed,” he rasped against my mouth. He reached down between our bodies and took his cock in his hand. Our eyes clung as he ran the bulbous head up and down the seam of my pussy, before parting the folds and finding my clit.

  I cried out and threw my head back, breathless with anticipation. “Yes, Hawk! Fuck me!”

  My scream could probably be heard downstairs, but I didn’t care. With one upward thrust Hawk buried his thick shaft deeply into my body. I clenched my muscles around him instantly, determined to hold him where it felt so good. He groaned low, and I delighted in the sound, knowing that I was the one giving him pleasure. My entire body was throbbing. Leaning forward, I bit his chin.

  He groaned low, his body shuddering. “Jesus, you’re killing me, baby.”

  Smiling through the haze of desire, I tightened around him again, feeling his cock pulse deep inside me.

  “You’re fucking asking for it.” He began to move, pulling out slowly and then pounding back inside. I was the one groaning then as his big cock stretched and filled me to the limit. “You gonna behave?” he rasped, forcing me down on his cock at the same time that he thrust upwards.

  I shook my head, too lost in the moment to form coherent words. My punishment came quickly and roughly. Hawk curled his fingers into my hips and started thrusting in quick, deep plunges that sent flashes of wildfire through me. I felt the onset of an orgasm, that particular little flash that no words could accurately describe. I could only feel, waiting for the river of bliss to take control and make me crash. I clawed at Hawk’s shoulders and backside. I licked and kissed the side of his neck and jaw. With every shove into my body he grunted. Soon we were both covered with tiny beads of perspiration.

  The bathroom was steamed up with our heavy breathing, the sound amplified in the small, tiled room. Whimpers, groans, and grunts kept tempo with the fierce hammering Hawk was giving me. Just when I was about to climax he stopped and waited for the feeling to subside, before starting up again. How did he know? Somehow he did, because he did it twice more, and each time my orgasm receded back into an unreachable flicker. I wanted to scream my frustration.

  “Give me my orgasm,” I growled, biting him on the shoulder hard. He was torturing me! He yanked me back by my hair, slamming his mouth down on mine. His kiss was brutal, demanding, and I could tell that he was losing control.

  “You want a fucking orgasm?” he rasped.

  “Yes, please.” I nodded, kissing the spot that showed my tooth marks. I was so damned close. It wouldn’t take much to throw me over the edge but suddenly he was pulling out completely, and I thought, this isn’t it. “Noooo!” My eyes grew round and I was about to swear a blue streak when Hawk dropped to his knees in front of me.

  We made eye contact. I held my breath. I could feel how wet I was down there, it was coating my upper thighs. Hawk didn’t seem to mind when he leaned forward and buried his face against my pussy. I whimpered as more warmth escaped my body. Knowing what he was doing to me, Hawk stuck his tongue out and licked my pussy lips from one end to the other. Oh, sweet heaven! I was overwhelmed with ecstasy.

  “Fuck.” He stopped and kissed my stomach beneath my bellybutton. “The sweetest fucking poison I’ve ever tasted,” he surprised me by saying. He glanced up at me, his eyes almost black, his nos
trils flaring, his mouth glistening. “I’ll give you all the fucking orgasms you want, baby.”

  He went to work and I lost my hands in his hair to keep him there. That was unnecessary, since his hands were digging into my butt and holding me in position. I spread my legs a little so he had better access. He speared his tongue into me, but it was when he flattened it against my sensitive clit that I felt my orgasm climb. I began to thrust my hips, moaning loudly, praying that Hawk wouldn’t stop what he was doing this time.

  “Hawk—” I gasped when he circled my clit with his tongue. I was almost there.

  “Yeah, babe?” He mouthed the words against my pussy, and then he gently pinched my clit with his teeth.

  I trembled, my legs quivering wildly. “God, don’t stop.” If he stopped this time I was convinced that it would kill me. He applied pressure right where it was needed.

  “Put some cum on my tongue, Audra, now.”

  That was all it took. Well, that and the two fingers that he thrust inside me. His tongue was merciless against my clit, and I cried out wildly when I climaxed. I bucked against his mouth helplessly, totally at Hawk’s mercy as he continued to torture me with his tongue and fingers, not letting up even as I started to come down. The aftershocks were relentless and powerful, draining me to the point that I halfway collapsed against him. The next thing I knew, Hawk was rising to his feet with me draped over his shoulder.

  “You want my fucking dick, baby?”

  We didn’t go far. He dropped me to the bed and followed me down, covering me with his body. His cock felt like a hot poker between my legs, pulsing against my over-sensitized clit. I was still coming down from climaxing, unable to control the quivers still wracking my body.

  “You know I do!” I gasped, raising my hips for more contact. “Fuck me, Hawk!”

  He aligned his cock at my entrance and thrust deep, stretching me wide and filling me. I moaned, clenching my nails into his arms, tearing at his skin. He groaned, slamming his mouth down on mine and attacking my lips like a starving man, teeth, tongue, and mouths smashed together as we devoured each other wholly. We strained against each other, giving, taking, reaching for the moment that would end the battle. I accepted his heat, chewing on his lips.

  Hawk pulled his mouth away and placed it against the side of my neck. His lips glided over my flesh as he pounded into me without control. I ran my hands down his sculptured backside, stopping to explore his taut buttocks. His teeth grazed over me in the lightest of touches, causing me to shiver wildly. I clenched my hands into his hard flesh, I couldn’t help it. I was letting the moment guide me and not questioning anything. I just wanted to feel. Feel what only he could make me feel.

  Feel alive.

  “Hawk, I—” What, love him? God, I knew that saying something that crazy would send him running, and I wasn’t sure that was the word I was searching for. My feelings for Hawk were complicated, but one thing I was certain of was that I didn’t want to let him go. “I—” I bit down on my bottom lip, unable to find the right words.

  As if sensing my inner turmoil he stilled inside me, glancing deeply into my eyes. His expression was flushed and glistening with sweat, pupils dilated. His hot breath slapped me in the face, and I could feel our hearts pounding as one. Was he waiting for me to finish saying what I couldn’t? I sucked in a breath, cringing when it sounded like a sob.

  A fucking sob!

  “Don’t stop,” I finally said, lifting up to kiss him on the chin, praying that the moment dissipated. “Fuck me like it’s our last time.”

  He growled, “Our last one for now, Audra, because I’m not turning you loose.”

  He wasn’t?

  His cock throbbed, as if reminding us of what we were in the middle of. Hawk began to thrust again, pulling out to the very tip before sliding back in with a slow, satisfying glide that scratched my itch in one long, delicious sensation. The man knew how to please, and I was suddenly jealous of all the women that had come before me.

  “You’ve got a sweet cunt, baby. My dick is happy in there, and he’s going to be in there a lot from here on out.” His words turned me on, and I felt another orgasm winding its way through my body. His movements picked up momentum, filling the room with the sounds of grunts as our bodies slapped together. One of Hawk’s hands wrapped around my breast and he leaned down to put his mouth on me.

  I whimpered as pleasure surged through me. The raspy feel of his tongue running over my flesh, his warm breath, the erotic abrasion of his whiskers, and the callused roughness of his hand as it shaped and pulled my nipple to his mouth. I didn’t think it was possible to implode with pleasure, but it was happening to me. He owned all of me, and I no longer had any control left. My body was his to do with what he wanted.

  Without warning he brought my legs up and over his shoulders. Our pelvises were grinding against each other and I knew that I wasn’t going to last. Hawk bottomed out, his balls slapping against my butt with a sound that fed my arousal. My eyes rolled back in my head at the new position, because every time he entered my body his cock caressed my G-spot.

  Hawk’s flesh was swelling inside me and I sensed that he was close. His breathing grew harsher, choppier, his grunts more guttural. His hands slid beneath my bottom as he pulled me up to him and held me tightly. I squeezed my internal muscles, rewarded by his rolling shudder. I felt the first warm stream of his release, his orgasm setting off my own. I cried out with pleasure, jerking wildly.

  We convulsed against each other, hearts pounding like drums in our chests, hot breath bathing our damp faces. Eventually our releases came to an end, but not the quivering aftermath that always followed. I closed my eyes as a haze of serenity claimed me. Hawk’s body relaxed onto me, but he was careful not to let all his weight settle on my much smaller frame. I smiled. He wasn’t so big and scary now.

  “What are you grinning at, woman?”

  I hated the feel of his cock shrinking and slipping out of me, and with it some of his seed. “Nothing,” I lied.

  He rolled to the side, bringing me with him so that I was half on top of him. “Nothing? People usually smile for a reason.”

  I shrugged, running my palm over his massive chest, wondering how far Hawk would let me go. He wasn’t the cuddling, lovey-dovey type. Any minute I expected him to pull away, both mentally and physically, from me, but he didn’t. My gaze drifted up to his. He was so hard to read. Yet I could sense that there was something definitely different about this time.

  “Don’t try to figure me out,” he warned in a light tone.

  I thought about how it was best to respond. “Don’t you think it’s natural for a woman to wonder about the man who just fucked her?”

  “I’ve fucked you before.”

  “But not like this, Hawk. This time was different. This time you kissed me.”

  “”Don’t read more into it than there is,” he said in a strong tone. “I can’t love you. I can’t love any woman.”

  I frowned. He’d said can’t, not don’t. “Why, Hawk? What did she do to you?” I was convinced that it was a woman who’d ruined him.

  I sensed a change in him almost immediately, and cursed myself for opening my big mouth. The last thing I’d wanted was for him to pull away from me. I had feelings for him, strong feelings. He’d become my savior, and it was only right that I try to help him, too. Part of me recognized that an alpha like Hawk would never go for that, but it didn’t change the way I felt.

  “What was her name?”

  “Sonya,” came his short response.

  I was surprised that he’d even told me, and it gave me the incentive to ask, “What was she to you?” His whole body tensed, but I kept smoothing my palm over his chest in an effort to keep him calm. I wanted to show Hawk that he didn’t have anything to fear with me, that he could trust me.

  He sighed heavily. “She was my old lady.” His old lady? Hawk released a heavy breath and laid his head back. “The club’s equivalent of being a wife,” he explaine
d, as if reading my thoughts.

  “But you weren’t married?”

  “Not in the legal sense.” He ran a hand over his eyes. “Look, I have some pictures I need you to look at.”

  And just like that the discussion was over. I was forced to move when Hawk rolled out of bed. I let myself admire his masculine backside as he walked to his dresser, marveling again at how solid and sexy he was. He was physically beautiful to look at. I couldn’t deny the pleasant warmth that flooded my core, or the itch in my palms to touch him. He picked up some snap shots and returned to the bed, holding them down at me.

  “What am I looking for?” I asked, glancing at the picture at the top. It was a man getting ready to board a train. Tall, dark, and handsome came to mind. He also looked polished and wealthy.

  “Let me know if you recognize anyone.”

  The second and third pictures were very similar to the first, at least with respect to the men. They could have all been brothers. I frowned when it dawned on me that they all had something else in common, too, something that I didn’t want to admit, and that was that they all resembled the man that Dane had murdered.