My Dark Knight (gay biker romance) (Kings of Hell MC Book 2)

by K. A. Merikan

  “That’s it. You’re my fuckhole tonight,” Knight hissed as his thrusts slowly deepened.

  Elliot was happy to oblige and serve the man who considered Elliot worth saving. He opened up his throat and arched to take that whole rod inside even as tears spilled down his temples from the effort when Knight’s balls rested against his eyes. He let out a nasal moan but wouldn’t dare move, set on being what Knight wanted. Still, he sucked and massaged the cock with his tongue flattened against it.

  Each thrust pushed deeper into Elliot, and the position made his throat all the more vulnerable to the increasingly brutish assault. Knight groaned loudly and leaned over Elliot. The dip of the seat on either side of Elliot told him Knight was now on all fours over him, working his hips hard against Elliot’s mouth. The fat head barely fit into the deep end of Elliot’s throat, and he coughed, so excited even pushing up his own hips put pressure on his fabric-trapped cock.

  “That’s what you want, slutty boy. I’m gonna fuck your throat until you faint,” hissed Knight, speeding up.

  Elliot closed his eyes, and he could imagine himself under Knight, unable to catch a breath yet still offering his throat for fucking. He drew in as much air as he could when Knight pulled out for a second, but the rhythm was frantic and Knight wouldn’t give him any rest. Still, Elliot kept his hands where he’d been told to, indulging Knight in any way he chose. It meant getting lightheaded at times, but he still waited for Knight to decide when to let him breathe, completely submissive to his savior’s lust.

  He couldn’t wait for that thick dick to spill its juices. If only Knight wanted, Elliot would roll over, pull his pants down and take Knight bare. He didn’t care. He’d have that cock coming inside him and fall asleep with cum dripping down his thighs. Just thinking about it while having his throat pounded was getting him on the verge of orgasm.

  Once his imagination spiraled out of control, he hadn’t noticed that he really was out of breath, but Knight pulled out as soon as Elliot choked. The tip of his cock rested against Elliot’s wide-open lips, gently rubbing saliva all over. Now that Elliot’s brain got a necessary boost of oxygen, he realized how wet his face was. Spit had splashed all over his mouth, and he could feel it cooling all the way down his temples.

  “You’re such a fucking train wreck, Count.”

  Elliot moaned and closed his eyes, completely zoned out and remembering that fantasy he had of Knight invading his trailer at night and doing just this. Showing his superiority and pure brute strength. Knight was right. Elliot was so messed up. But he was fine with losing a battle of this kind.

  He trailed the tip of his tongue over the underside of Knight’s rock-hard dick.

  Knight cursed and pushed all the way in, brutally tearing all the way down Elliot’s throat. After such a long fuck, he was relaxed enough to take it, but the channel inside Elliot’s neck still felt tight and convulsed around Knight. Elliot gagged, but when Knight didn’t relent, he was forced to accept his position and do his best to satisfy this man who was so clearly set on doing as he pleased. The moment he stopped being afraid and allowed Knight complete access, the thrusts deep inside became as pleasurable as if he were being petted from the inside.

  Nothing else mattered but this moment. Even if Knight didn’t see it this way, or didn’t realize it, they were connecting. Elliot considered lifting his top a bit, but he wasn’t sure what Knight really liked about him, and he didn’t want to move his hands either, so in the end, he kept taking every thrust until he completely zoned out, open and eager to please.

  He gasped for air when Knight pulled out at some point, but he was ready for more immediately. ‘More’ wasn’t coming though, and when Elliot opened his eyes, a sweaty, panting Knight leaned down to him and flipped him over again. It was both confusing to have his world upside down and a turn on to feel the strength of Knight’s arms. He’d fucking pay Knight to carry him to bed.

  Before he could come up with something to do, orders came his way in that sexy, raspy voice. “Hands on the sofa, bitch. Look at me,” Knight whispered, pulling Elliot’s head by the hair.

  Elliot looked up in an instant, and he could have come on the spot. Knight’s chest glistened with sweat, and Elliot could now see all the ink the right side up. He would so gladly curl up his own bony body against those meaty pecs and muscular stomach. For Knight, he could totally be a slut, a bitch, and a fuckhole. Every day. All day.

  It was hard to focus on Knight’s face with that hard dick right in front of him, but Elliot did his best and followed the order. He placed his hands on the sofa and didn’t attempt to wipe the saliva dripping down his chin.

  Knight’s face had a healthy flush over the features that were somewhere between anger and elation. He took deep breaths with his mouth, watching Elliot like a hawk.

  “I bet you want to swallow, greedy boy. You won’t get it yet,” whispered Knight, grabbing his dick and tugging on it hard right in front of Elliot’s face.

  Elliot’s jaw went slack and he wanted to protest or even go as low as plead for the privilege of Knight’s spunk, but his throat was raw, and he couldn’t find the words. It didn’t matter anymore when thick streaks of cum landed on his cheek and drizzled down his face. He had to close one eye, but he didn’t mind. If he could touch himself right now he’d come in an instant.

  The cum reached his lips so he could at least taste it, and it was just as good as the last time. Not because it was tasty, but because it was Knight’s. It came from those soft balls, and Elliot leaned forward to lick off what dripped down the dark cockhead. Before he could as much as trace the sensitive skin with his tongue, Knight grabbed his throat and forced Elliot to look at him. He was still heaving after his orgasm, but his strength was undeniable.

  “I said you may not get it yet. Up.”

  Elliot sighed and despite his knees feeling so weak he worried they’d give under him, he followed the order. Hot waves rushed up and down his body, and he didn’t know how much longer he could last without touching himself, especially with the hot and gooey sperm cooling on his face, proof that he had no self-control when it came to Knight.

  Knight kicked off his remaining clothes, and for the first time Elliot saw him completely naked. He was perfect. Tanned, trim, with no unnecessary body fat to spoil the harmony of muscle. His wild hair was somewhat damp now, but that didn’t make him seem any less authoritative.

  Knight closed his hand over Elliot’s shoulder and led him up the stairs, to the bedroom, which greeted them with grey walls and simple black furniture. He didn’t get to see much though, because Knight pushed him straight into a large bathroom with black tiles and a tub in the corner.

  Elliot faced his own reflection, and it was in such stark contrast to the naked demi-god next to him that he didn’t know what to do with it. And even now, when he saw the spunk on his face, his makeup only a pathetic reminder of what it was before, his hair in a mess, and red patches of skin peeking out from under the paint, he was still horny. He still wanted all Knight had to give and still wanted to jerk off right next to Knight’s beautiful body.

  Completely shaken and blinded by arousal, Elliot shuddered when Knight stood behind him, generously sharing his body heat with Elliot’s bony back. Knight reached into a tissue box, produced three and scooped up the sperm off Elliot’s face, only to then rub it all over, wiping off any remainders of the makeup that Elliot put so much effort into.

  “You’re gonna smell of me now.”

  The truth behind that statement resonated throughout Elliot’s entire body, and he would gladly rub himself all over Knight if given half the chance. Their eyes met in the mirror and Elliot tried hard to not compare his own plain face with Knight’s noble features.

  “I like that.” He could barely whisper with his throat still recovering after the scraping it got, but he didn’t care. All he could think of was that Knight was standing right behind him, so close his hips were touching Elliot’s ass through the jeans.

  Kn
ight smirked and pushed back his mane, staring down at Elliot’s ass as he dropped the dirty tissues into the trash can. “Push down your pants.”

  Elliot froze. Not because he didn’t want to, but he’d thought Knight was done with him for now. When he glanced into the mirror, his face got even redder, but he wouldn’t keep Knight waiting and he pulled down his pants with his head throbbing with heat.

  Never looking away from him, Knight licked his right palm and unexpectedly pulled Elliot closer. The shock of their bodies meeting had Elliot getting to his toes only to have Knight’s softened cock nestle between his buttocks. When Knight’s damp palm curled around Elliot’s dick, its grip was so firm and steady Elliot almost came on the spot.

  He pressed his back into Knight, and it felt just as glorious as he’d imagined it would. The muscle had that bit of give that made it so easy to feel embraced. When Knight’s fist on Elliot’s cock started a merciless rhythm, it took only a few seconds for Elliot to come. He spasmed and shivered, pressing his ass against Knight, and held on to the muscular arm, so overwhelmed he could barely stand on his own. The thick fingers on his cock were so different to his own, so hot as Knight milked every last drop out of Elliot’s balls.

  Knight exhaled behind him and pulled him closer, as if he feared Elliot’s legs wouldn’t hold up. Elliot decided to play that game, going somewhat limp just to be held that bit harder.

  “Look at that. You made a mess,” Knight said, although he sounded pleased.

  Elliot was still catching his breath, but a little smile bloomed on his lips. “No, you made a mess of me.” Elliot was so elated he wished he didn’t have to let go of Knight’s arm. He wished he could sleep under it with his body pressed tightly against that amazing man’s.

  Knight patted Elliot’s chest. “Can you stand on your own?”

  Elliot was about to admit in resignation that he could, but what did he have to lose? His dignity had been gone even before Knight rubbed his cum all over Elliot’s face.

  Fuck that was hot.

  “Sorry, I’m a bit lightheaded,” he said so that they could stand like this together that while longer.

  Knight crooked his head and rubbed his fingers against Elliot’s hipbone. “You’re undereating,” he said before twisting Elliot in his arms and suddenly folding him over his shoulder. Elliot’s head spun as he was swept off the floor with his ass embarrassingly sticking out and his spent cock pressed against Knight’s arm. He got a light swat on the buttock.

  “I know you’re lying,” Knight said and walked out of the bathroom.

  “I’m not,” Elliot whined, trying to make sense of the new perspective. He grinned at the sight of Knight’s ass. He could definitely make sense of that. “And you should have fed me if you think I’m too skinny.” He smiled even wider at the thought of getting to swallow Knight’s load every day. Though it was also true that he didn’t eat enough. If he stayed here for longer, that would definitely change because that fridge in the common room was full of everything. He’d already stuffed his face with tuna, pasta, bread, and Nutella before even going on the tour with Knight.

  In a moment of courage, he dared to wrap his arms around Knight’s middle. The guy was so fucking strong. Carrying Elliot seemed like no effort for him, and Elliot might be bony, but he wasn’t short.

  Knight chuckled, and his warm hand wandered up the back of Elliot’s thigh, all the way to his buttock. “If you show me how much you want to drink my cum.” He bent over and rolled Elliot onto the huge bed with the softest of pillows. Behind the headboard was a map of the world, with golden pins and comments added with markers, but he could hardly focus on decor when the most amazing hunk was after him.

  The way Knight had touched his ass was still a ghostly presence. Elliot was a bit nervous about his body being so different from Knight’s, but if Knight brought him into bed, he couldn’t mind it too much.

  “Seriously? I barely have a gag reflex. What else can you want?” He smiled, tired and achy all over, yet happier than as he’d been in ages. Knight’s fingers on his cock had been the highlight of the evening.

  Wait.

  No.

  Only now he remembered that they’d actually summoned William Fane’s ghost tonight, so that surely had to be the ‘highlight’? Then again Knight was alive, beautiful, and right in front of Elliot with his cocky smile and big ego. Flexing his muscles as he stretched over the bed in all his naked glory.

  God, he was perfect.

  Knight grinned and rummaged through the bedside table. A pack of five chocolate bars flew Elliot’s way. “You’re also nosy, annoying, and just last month you assumed I can’t read,” he said with humor in his voice.

  Elliot arched his head back and rubbed his Adam’s apple. “But this throat though, right?”

  Knight slowly rolled his head to look at him, and the way the thick hair cushioned his cheek was among the most beautiful things ever. “It is a good throat. Might need more test rides though,” he said, winking.

  Elliot bit into the first chocolate bar he opened and rolled over to his stomach, watching Knight discreetly to see if his gaze would be drawn to Elliot’s ass.

  Yep. It definitely was.

  “I wouldn’t want it to get rusty, you know.” Elliot was sleepy after his orgasm, but also too elated over being in Knight’s bed to fall asleep just yet. Or to be kicked out to his room, if that were to be the case. “You on the other hand… You don’t kiss guys, but you’re open about fucking one in front of Beast. And then, do you often do guys? Or… how is it with you? I’m gay, by the way, if it wasn’t painfully obvious from my videos.”

  Knight shrugged, and while the silly grin was off his face, he seemed contemplative rather than displeased. “Most of the guys in the club fuck men from time to time. The Kings of Hell stand for absolute freedom, and if you feel like getting your dick sucked by a guy, society shouldn’t stop you.”

  “And do you… do other stuff with guys too?” Anal. You should have just said ‘anal’. Why was he so shy all of a sudden after all they’ve done already?

  Knight rubbed his chest absentmindedly. “I’m bi. I do guys all the time.”

  So he just didn’t kiss. “Do you ever have girlfriends?” Which was a mild way to try and approach the topic of relationships, but if Knight ‘didn’t kiss guys’, Elliot somehow doubted Knight ever had boyfriends.

  The handsome face stretched into a grin. “Yeah. I love to spoil my girls. Although, to be fair, the last one turned out to be such a bitch I’m a bit sick of relationships. Beast thinks I should aim for a different kind of girl, but can’t help what attracts me, you know. Princesses with perfect hair and makeup. But they always want more and more.”

  Elliot smiled and made a mental note to never seem like he wanted more, even though he already did. “I guess you deserve the best.”

  Knight laughed. “Yeah. I guess I do. But you also deserve better than that scumbag who almost murdered you today.”

  Elliot wasn’t sure if it would be a good joke, or if Knight would kick him out for it, but he sat up and pulled off his turtleneck. “This guy.” He pointed to the middle of his chest where he had the large portrait of William Fane tattooed in an ornamental frame held up by cherubs. It was also another test of Knight’s attraction. There. Elliot was now naked and if they were to fuck, Knight would see him sooner or later. He either liked Elliot’s body or not. It wasn’t like it would change overnight.

  Knight’s face soured, and he rolled on the mattress so his face was buried in the pillow. With a muted voice he said, “Not him again.”

  Elliot laughed and fell back next to Knight. “I like that he’s always next to me this way. As if he’s inside of me.”

  Knight’s brows lowered, and Elliot expected yet another criticism of his choice of ink, but it wasn’t coming. Knight curled his fingers around Elliot’s wrist and stretched out the entire arm, his gray gaze following a ladder of scars climbing Elliot’s flesh.

  Elliot tried to
pull away, but Knight wouldn’t let him, so he just groaned. “It was a long time ago.” Only that it wasn’t. He’d only stopped cutting a year ago. Very not-coincidentally once his shitty dad disappeared from his life.

  Knight swallowed and moved his rough fingertips over the pale lines. Some were flat, others not so much—a constant reminder of the hell Elliot had been through.

  “You’re not allowed to do this here. And I will see you naked every day. I’ll know, so watch it,” Knight said, eventually letting go of Elliot’s wrist.

  Elliot bit back a smile. He wasn’t sure if this was just an excuse for Knight to see him naked, or if Knight really cared, but it didn’t matter, since both versions of reality suited Elliot.

  Chapter 10

  “She was admitted to the asylum because of nymphomania. Reportedly had sex with patients and staff but could never get pregnant, even though she expressed that desire often. She was born infertile. And then, after ten years at the hospital, she suddenly appeared with a newborn baby.”

  Knight blinked and looked away from the chessboard that lay on the coffee table between him and Gray. “What?”

  Laurent looked up at him from above the folder of newspaper printouts he’d obtained at the local library. “April 14th, 1954. A report about a suspected child abduction case at the asylum. The patient claimed the baby was her own, but her body showed no signs recent pregnancy or birth recently. She’d been monitored, and there was no way she could have had enough time to reach Brecon and take someone’s child, even if she managed to somehow leave without being noticed. No child abductions reported anywhere in the area at that time either. Isn’t that strange?”

  Knight looked at Gray who only briefly nodded at Laurent before returning to contemplating the chessboard. He was taking this game way too seriously for Knight’s patience. At least Laurent provided a welcome distraction, even if the info was likely only tabloid-level nonsense.