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

by K. A. Merikan

  Knight’s lips wandered over the backs of Elliot’s shoulders, across his nape, the thick cock dug into the flesh of Elliot’s buttock, and he could only helplessly moan as Knight penetrated him with a third and fourth finger. “Maybe this hole can accommodate all of my dick after all,” Knight whispered, moving the digits about in a way that had Elliot arching and curling his toes in the fur.

  “It can,” Elliot panted, writhing in the fur under Knight’s solid body. It was the sweetest trap. “I can take you any way you want.” He was beyond embarrassment. It was as if his body was doing the talking, his brain long melted by the nearby fire and the scorching heat of Knight’s body.

  Knight moaned into his ear and removed his fingers, leaving Elliot empty and in need. His denim-clad legs rubbed Elliot’s sensitive flesh as Knight pulled away slightly, fumbling through his pockets. “You will take my cock. You will scream my name so that everyone can hear. And I will make you come so hard no one’s gonna use this throw ever again.”

  Painfully empty, Elliot arched his hips with shivers running up and down his spine. He loved the way Knight took charge, how he knew what he wanted, but most of all Elliot loved the fact that what Knight wanted was him. He’d never felt sexier than in this moment, knowing a man like Knight lusted after him. The world around them ceased to matter, and once again Elliot looked over his shoulder, eager to show Knight just how excited he was for this.

  “I will,” he said breathlessly with his legs spread under Knight. “You can use my ass and mouth every day.” He was babbling by this point, but shyness had no room between him and Knight.

  Knight rewarded him with a smack on the buttock, which rang in Elliot’s ears, convincing him that everyone would hear it too even despite the music. The strong arm dove under his stomach and pulled Elliot up just before the blunt presence that parted Elliot’s buttocks had him almost wheezing in excitement.

  Knight rubbed Elliot along the spine, steadying him. And then he pushed in.

  The cockhead slipped through Elliot’s sphincter, stretching it with ease after the intense fingering before. Elliot moaned loudly, his voice mixing with many other sounds of sex in the room. He had to hold himself up with his elbow, but Knight’s strong arm keeping him close was what wet dreams were made of.

  And he wasn’t even all the way inside. He gave Elliot space to get used to the penetration and was only slowly pushing in deeper, making Elliot’s hole go crazy from the friction. When the lowered jeans rubbed against Elliot’s buttocks again. Knight leaned over Elliot, molding his muscular chest to Elliot’s long, bony back, protecting him from the world with his strength and long kisses placed along the shoulders.

  “Spread your legs wider. Want to be balls-deep in you.”

  Elliot couldn’t follow the order fast enough. He craved to give his barbarian all that he could possibly want. Knight gave him shelter, food, killed for him, and now he deserved to get his prize. The long hair tickled Elliot’s back, and as Knight pushed his cock in farther, Elliot let out needy little moans, unable to keep in the joyful noises. He arched his back a little to allow for what Knight wished and sighed in relief only when Knight’s balls touched Elliot’s delicate skin.

  “How long since that hole has gotten any action, hmm?” Knight whispered, rubbing his scruffy cheek against Elliot’s neck. They were now so close Elliot could hardly keep himself upright and collapsed with his front to the hot furs.

  “A few months.” Elliot was panting from the pleasure of being filled by the man he… felt so many things for. He’d been so busy with his channel, sulking after Martin dumped him, unwilling to put up with people’s bullshit so he just spent most of his time in his trailer without meeting anyone. He was glad for it now. He didn’t need anyone but Knight. “Am I tight for you?”

  Knight groaned and sucked on a bit of flesh on the side of Elliot’s neck as he pushed his hips tightly against Elliot’s. They were a perfect fit, and Elliot wished not even air was there to separate them.

  “You feel fucking fantastic,” hissed Knight, slowly pulling out of Elliot only to rapidly slam his cock back in.

  Elliot’s moan was much louder this time, but he didn’t care anymore. He pressed his face against the furs, enjoying the way Knight held him tight. He would proudly show off the bites on his neck tomorrow.

  Knight’s dick throbbed inside of Elliot, hot and rigid, ready to stuff Elliot full of cum, and Elliot would oh-so-gladly take it. No matter how many people were around, if Knight’s cock was inside of him, he could be sure he had all of Knight’s attention and more.

  The world became a blur around Elliot when Knight lowered himself over him and roughly fucked him until they were almost flat against the ground with Elliot spread under his muscular body. Sensual kisses to Elliot’s back and hot, possessive rubbing of Knight’s hands all over him were merely accompanying the firm thrusts that gained intensity once Elliot’s body was ready. It was as if Knight could somehow read his body language and know exactly what Elliot needed to completely forget himself in the intense pleasure of Knight’s cock thrusting into him over and over.

  Elliot only noticed he was getting louder when words escaped his lips instead of unintelligible moans. “Yes. Fuck. Do me like that. So good.” His cheeks were as hot as the fire next to them, but all he could focus on was Knight’s dick sliding in and out like a well-oiled machine. Taking it inside him was such pure pleasure his cock was already leaking precum all over the furs.

  In a rapid movement, with one arm around Elliot’s chest and the other sliding up to Elliot’s neck, Knight pulled him up so that they were both kneeling, and the change was so intense Elliot’s mind went blank every time Knight’s cockhead nudged at his prostate.

  Oh, that was fucking heaven right there. Sparks went flying up his cock, but he almost orgasmed on the spot when Knight whispered into his ear.

  “Jerk off. I wanna feel your tight ass milking me.”

  Elliot followed the order so frantically his dick twitched in his own hand, and with the sensations from the new position combined with Knight’s intense fucking, he came in just a few strokes, moaning Knight’s name.

  His head was still spinning when Knight pushed him forward, grabbed Elliot’s hips and fucked him doggy style. The world was trembling, but Elliot braced himself and just felt the rough, shallow thrusts rubbing his ass from the inside. There was intense heat spreading all the way down his legs, but before it could become too much, Knight’s cock dove right in, and Elliot could sense it pulsing in the same rhythm as his own hole.

  Knight was coming. Inside him.

  Elliot grinned to himself like an idiot, uncaring if anyone could see. Knight fucked him, kissed him, and now left his cum deep inside to mark just who Elliot belonged to.

  Elliot collapsed as soon as the thick cock slid out of him. His limbs were unable to hold him up, and as he landed on his side, spread out for everyone to see and with absolutely no shame left, he saw Knight disposing of a used condom.

  He bit his bottom lip, torn between regret that he wasn’t in fact dripping with Knight’s cum, and tenderness that Knight actually cared for safe sex when he could have gotten anything he wanted from Elliot.

  Knight’s eyes met his, and a cocky smile appeared on that painfully handsome face. Fox and his wife were having sex right behind Knight’s back, but Elliot was so immersed in watching his lover it almost seemed like everything around them moved in slow motion.

  Knight stroked Elliot’s thigh and closed his jeans before leaning forward until his body drowned Elliot in shadow. “I’m tired. Wanna hang out at my place?” he asked, rubbing his nose along Elliot’s jaw.

  Elliot nodded, as if in a trance. He’d agree to anything right now.

  His body ached from all the exertion, but it was a good kind of muscle pain. Like that time a few years ago when he’d tried to take up running and got into it for a few weeks.

  He reached for his jeans, still catching his breath and pleasantly sweaty.

>   Knight slipped his hand under Elliot’s nape and kissed him, slowly and thoroughly as if he wasn’t done discovering all there was to Elliot’s mouth. He then stood up, somewhat shakily, and offered Elliot his hand.

  The joyful feelings flaring up all over Elliot’s body were in such juxtaposition to how this evening had started, that Elliot was still a bit dizzy with happiness. He dropped his clothes and hugged Knight tightly instead, torn between wanting to be all alone with him and the fact that their bodies would have to part for it to happen. He even bent over with Knight when his lover leaned down to pick up the throw they used. It swung in the air and then sheltered them both, a thick covering that smelled of sperm and victory.

  Elliot didn’t care for clothes anymore once he was under Knight’s arm, wrapped together in fur like they were one body. As they walked along the walls to avoid tripping over other people’s bodies, he noticed Beast staring daggers into them. But under Knight’s protection, it seemed no glare could reach Elliot.

  *

  Hot water cascaded down Elliot’s chest and drizzled down his face until he could taste it as he hugged his cheek to the gray tiles of the shower. He opened his eyes and looked down at his dick. At his feet. At Knight’s toes right behind him.

  Kisses followed Knight’s hands as soon as the shower washed away the soap from Elliot’s hair and shoulders, and the caresses were almost too much. They held such tenderness Elliot didn’t know how to handle it. Knight moved his big palms up and down Elliot’s oversensitive stomach, playing with the trimmed dark pubes but never reaching lower. Knight’s hair was wet too, and its heavy streaks kept sticking to Elliot’s damp skin as the two of them hugged in the warm water, breathing in vapor and the scent of soap that washed away sweat and blood, and even the delicious aroma of fresh sperm.

  Never in his life had Elliot felt so safe.

  He leaned his head back to his nape to look up at Knight upside down. Knight’s fingers ran over Elliot’s side where the ribs weren’t as pronounced as two months ago. “I love kissing you,” Elliot whispered.

  Knight’s eyes opened slightly, and he pressed his chest against Elliot’s back, seeking his lips. Their mouths met again, and Elliot shuddered, giving himself into Knight’s care, completely relaxed. He’d never even been to a bathroom as elegant as this one, much less so with a man so deserving of getting whatever he wanted from life.

  It was unreal.

  “It doesn’t feel that different,” answered Knight when they could speak again, hugging in the warm drizzle.

  Elliot grinned and turned around to face Knight. “Did you think it would? I don’t have a beard, you know.”

  Knight laughed. “I guess... everyone says it is. I mean, your skin feels a bit different, but you’re so tasty,” he said and rubbed his thumb against Elliot’s lips.

  The compliment felt like being showered with glitter, like all of his insides started to shimmer at Knight’s words. Martin had never made him feel that way. No one ever has. “I suppose there’s a different… energy to it?” He ran his hands up Knight’s chest, enjoying the touch of every inch of wet skin.

  Knight crooked his head. “Not really. I just like how it feels. Didn’t think I would.” He reached behind Elliot and switched off the water.

  “I know I like how you feel.” Elliot smiled at his dream of a man. “No one’s ever made me feel so cared for.”

  Knight’s nostrils flared, and he stepped closer, touching their foreheads and noses. “That’s what a man ought to do.”

  Elliot definitely wanted to care for Knight too. Somehow. He could make him sandwiches, or give him massages, not no mention blowjobs, lots of blowjobs. “Martin was never anything like this,” he whispered, afraid talk of the killing would spoil the moment. But Elliot was desperate to share, to forge a bond, to prove that he trusted Knight with secrets.

  Knight exhaled and walked out of the shower, tossing Elliot the fluffiest of towels. “Told you you have bad taste in men. If he doesn’t treat you right he’s not worth your time,” he said, quickly wiping himself off.

  Elliot didn’t dare blink, too afraid he’d miss even a second of the gorgeous view in front of him. He had good taste in men now. “I lied to you. I know why Martin wanted to kill me.”

  “Because you know he murdered your father? Yeah, I heard that. What the hell were you thinking?”

  Elliot’s shoulders sagged, and he wrapped himself in the towel wishing it was Knight’s arms around him. “I was there when he did it.”

  Knight tossed the towel on top of a drying rack and stepped out of the bathroom while still watching Elliot. “What happened?”

  Elliot followed Knight out into the bedroom area that smelled of Knight. He loved everything about that bed. “My father caught us fucking, and he went mental. He knew I was gay and he never wasted a moment being a shit about it, but Martin just wouldn’t take all the name-calling. They started fighting and Martin bashed my dad’s head in against the dining table.” His own voice sounded hollow, as if he were talking about a movie, not something that had really happened to him, just over a year back. It was hard to comprehend that he’d really witnessed that horror, yet as he was telling the story, it was right there in front of his eyes.

  He sat on the bed still wrapped in a towel. “I was freaking out at first, but then I thought he deserved it.”

  He flinched slightly when Knight’s palm spread over his back, but it was there just for comfort, as if whatever was happening between him and Knight wasn’t just about sex.

  “What did he do?”

  Elliot leaned closer and rested his head on Knight’s steady shoulder. “He didn’t love me. He didn’t even like me. My mom left us when I was just a baby, and he’d always remind me what a burden I was. Everything I did was wrong and always deserved punishment. He was cruel, unpredictable, and a total fucking cunt. He broke my arm when I was just a kid, and even when he wasn’t outright violent with me, there wouldn’t be a day where he wouldn’t slap me, or yell at me. And we lived together in that trailer. There was nowhere I could escape to.

  “So when Martin came around… he seemed like a good choice, like I could breathe. And when he killed my dad, I thought he’d saved me. I thought he was protecting me. But when I think about it now, I see he didn’t do it for me. He was just afraid my dad would out him.”

  Knight chewed on that for several seconds. “Your taste in men hasn’t really improved,” he said, pointing at Fane’s portrait tattooed on Elliot’s chest.

  Elliot took a deep breath, thinking back to his teenage years. “I first got into serial killers at around fourteen. I’d imagine teaming up with them to get rid of my dad, to kill anyone I hated at school, or to dismember the lousy teachers who got money for being such dicks. It appealed to me that they seemed to have complete control over the world where I had none. I thought that if I could have just a fraction of their confidence and courage, I wouldn’t be such a useless victim anymore. I didn’t have friends, so the serial killer thing was a way to meet people online. And through Dahmer fans I found the Faneatics. It felt like being a part of something exclusive, it still does."

  Knight slowly got to his feet and brushed his index finger against Fane’s image on Elliot’s skin. “So this is the hero you’ve chosen?”

  Elliot slipped the towel off his shoulders, looking up at Knight. “He had cunning to not be found, and even if he was evil, there was a certain elegance about him. He wasn’t just some thug.”

  Knight rolled his eyes and approached a tall chest of drawers. He rummaged through one and returned to the bed holding a sharpie. “Don’t want that face or name in my bed,” he said, and before Elliot could protest Knight proceeded to methodically put black ink over the tattoo.

  Elliot looked down at Fane’s disappearing face with his eyes wide, but he didn’t push Knight away. Sure, he loved the tattoo, it represented a big part of his life, but with a man like Knight around, with his father and Martin dead, maybe the need for Fane wasn�
�t as pressing? After all, Knight was a man of flesh and bone when Fane was just a fantasy, a ghost living in the basement.

  “Why? Are you afraid of ghosts?” Elliot reached out to stroke Knight’s forearm where a whole list of ancestors climbed up the skin.

  Knight snorted. “Nah. I think he doesn’t deserve you.”

  For those words, Elliot would let Knight paint all over his body with a sharpie. “Do I have good taste in men now?” He spread his legs to pull Knight in between them and arched up to wrap his arms around Knight’s neck. If this wasn’t how falling in love felt, he didn’t know what did.

  Chapter 15

  It was ridiculously cold.

  Snow had been falling heavily for the past two weeks, which resulted in a thick layer of frozen fluff. It would have been grim on those dark December afternoons if it weren’t for the cheerful colors of the Christmas decorations that dominated Brecon due to high prizes promised in this year’s best-looking house contest. Some of the more invested participants were going overboard with giant inflatable snowmen and the like, but Knight enjoyed the cozy atmosphere in the town center most.

  Illuminated decorations hung between lanterns along the main street, and all the little shops embellished their fronts for the season, inviting passersby in with the scent of cinnamon and evergreens. Each store had something special prepared in its front window, and the decorations ranged from subtle Christmas accents to elaborate scenes created with either the products on sale or special props. The local café had a miniature railway driving cookies through a landscape of white cotton and porcelain houses, and the tasty ‘passengers’ had looked delicious enough to lure Knight and Elliot inside.

  They each had a pastry, as well as big cups of sweet coffee with whipped cream, and even the constantly falling snow could not spoil their mood. Knight finished his apple turnover—still warm from the oven—before they reached the next crossing, but Elliot took his time with the oversized gingerbread man.