“Don't you have club business?” I ask, my voice a breathy whisper. We're not done yet, not even close. I glance at the time on his phone. Holy crap. It's nearly seven-thirty, and I don't even know what I'm going to wear today. Fauna's teenage daughter's clothes aren't going to cut it anymore than my bloodstained skirt from yesterday.
“Sure, but it won't take up the entire day. You wanted to know what being in an MC was all about, so come with me. I guarantee hanging out at the compound will teach you more in an hour than Google can teach you in a lifetime.”
Royal grabs a towel and wraps it around his hips, hiding his erect cock from me but leaving the rest of his tattooed body on display. The wolves on his arm ripple as he gestures at the phone.
“Well? What the hell are you waiting for? Now I'm the one with the blue balls.”
I dial up the office with my thumb and wait for Kailey to answer, relieved when I hear her voice on the other end of the line.
“Thank you for calling the Trinidad Mayor's office, this is Kailey.”
“Hey, it's me,” I say, forcing the rest of my words out before she can cut me off. When Kailey starts talking, she doesn't often stop. “I'm not feeling well, so I won't be coming in today. Just forward all my calls to voice mail, and I'll check them later.”
“Lyric, is that you?” she asks, even though she knows it is. “I stayed at Dillon's last night. He didn't mind. You know he'd ask me to move in if he could.”
“I have to go, Kailey,” I say as Royal moves out the door of the bathroom and climbs onto the bed, leaning back against the headboard and sliding his hand under the towel. His eyes are half-shuttered as he starts to pleasure himself, the movement of his strokes rumpling the black fabric. I swallow hard and hang up the phone as Kailey starts to ask about the robbery and the police.
I'm pretty sure I fed her a good enough story to keep her occupied for today, some bull about driving by with Royal and catching a guy trying to break in. I know she won't tell our parents; they already worry about us both living alone. Whatever holes there are in my story, I'll worry about them later.
I set the phone on Royal's dresser and move around to his side of the bed, climbing up and straddling him, forcing him to take his hand away so I'm sitting right on his lap.
“Stop smiling so smugly; it's annoying,” I tell him, but he doesn't stop, just rolls us over so he's on top, sliding his right hand up my body and cupping my breast in tight, strong fingers. Roses and vines tumble down to his nails, decorating every part of his hand with color. I close my eyes against the rush of sensations, feeling the warm heat of his palm as he keeps moving down and settles himself between my thighs.
“I can't get enough of you, Pint-Size. You taste so fucking good.” Royal puts his stubbled face up close and personal with the slick wetness between my legs, teasing my already swollen clit until my hips buck up off the bed, my fingers burying themselves in his hair. He kisses and licks his way down to my opening, swirling his tongue around flesh already swollen and tender from his cock. By the time he slips a pair of fingers in, I'm already at the edge of an orgasm, that wild pleasure curling in my spine and unfurling as he teases me with his hand, breaks me wide open until I'm screaming into a pillow.
As I lay there panting and trembling, Royal climbs back on top of me, entering my tender pussy with a rough, hard thrust, his body taut and wired, muscles sharp beneath his skin, one hand on my hip and the other against the headboard.
I come alive again as he moves inside of me, his abs tightening and releasing with each movement of his hips, my body seeking the hills and valleys of his midsection as I trace my way up, spreading my legs wide and welcoming him deep. The hot scorch of his bare cock inside me makes me tear up from the rush of pleasure, little pricks of moisture at the edges of my eyes. Royal rubs them away with a single fingertip, his breath coming harsh and quick as he pumps himself into me and comes with a relieved, wild sound that does nothing to help calm me down.
We kiss again as Royal pulls out of me, driving three fingers in this time, fucking me with his hand and his tongue, the taste of my own body on his lips. When I come again, it's almost violent, leaving me a desperate, panting, angry mess.
“You really are a prick,” I say as he slides his fingers out, puts the wetness against my hip before sliding his hand back up to cup my breast, thumb grazing over the painfully hardened points of my nipples. My hands go back around Royal's neck and we start making out like teenagers, kissing and rubbing our bodies together, dry humping that isn't really dry at all. My skin tingles where he touches me, my lips sore and bruised from our kisses, my mind completely blown. I've never been this into a man before. Ever. I feel consumed, burnt up, like I'm seconds away from becoming ash.