Grit (King's Harlots #1)

by J. M. Walker

  He whistled. “That’s some serious talent.”

  “She grew up in a big family so everyone knew everything about everyone. She was lucky she was able to keep her art to herself for so long.”

  “Why, Jay, are we having a civil conversation?” he teased.

  “Jackass,” I mumbled, the corners of my lips twitching.

  He chuckled, brushing his fingers through his hair.

  “You’re not going to tell me your name, are you?” I watched his large hand mess up his hair in that sexy rocker way. His shaggy hair fell into his eyes. My fingers itched, begging to brush the strands off his forehead.

  “Nope.” He winked. “Don’t even think about asking my boys.”

  “Whatever.” My lips pressed into a firm line. “I’ll just call you what I call you in my head then,” I mumbled.

  “Oh?” He raised an eyebrow. “And what’s that?”

  A moment of hesitation fluttered through me, not realizing I had spoken out loud. Playing into it, I licked my lips and made a point of letting my gaze roam down the length of his body. “Sin.” And with that, I walked away, heading in the direction of the bathrooms.

  Once I rounded the corner, I hightailed it down the hall. I could do this. I could control myself and not beg. I won’t beg. I refused to. I broke for no one. But my body wanted him. God, does it ever!

  Pushing my way into the bathroom, I slammed the door closed and leaned against it. My heart raced against the walls of my rib cage. I took deep breaths, trying to ease the nerves pounding through my body.

  I scrubbed a hand down my face when I was suddenly pushed forward. The door was shoved open, hitting hard against the wall with a bang. My head was tugged back, igniting a cry to leave my lips. The slight pain burned through my scalp.

  When a lock clicked into place, I was thrown up against the cool concrete wall. A flutter of fear twisted at my gut.

  Strong fingers wrapped around my throat, tilting my head back while my lower body was restrained against the wall. “Beg for it.”

  Sin. “No.”

  His other hand slid down the side of my body to cup my rear. His hips pushed into me, the erection in his pants indicating he wanted more from me. “No? Woman, do you know what I could do to this sweet body of yours?”

  A sense of pride washed over me. I was wet. He was hard. It was perfect. “Show me.”

  “Not until you beg,” he husked, brushing his nose up the length of my neck.

  He was damn determined, I would give him that. I leaned my hands against the wall, moving my rear into him. “We could be here awhile,” I panted. “Because I am not begging.”

  He gripped my hips, rocking, matching the movements of my body. “Your ass is fucking perfect.” His fingers gripped my flesh, kneading and bruising.

  My breathing picked up.

  Spinning me, he leaned his hands against the wall, caging me in. His hand wrapped around my throat, a wicked grin spreading on his face.

  I glanced down at the large bulge in his pants. Licking my lips, I reached out for him.

  He caught my wrist, holding my hands above my head in a firm grip. “Don’t think so, princess.” His mouth brushed down the line of my jaw. “I’m in control here, baby.”

  “You think so, do you? I can see how much you want me; I think it’s you who will be begging first.”

  With his free hand, he grazed it under my dress, reaching my thong-clad ass. “I won’t break.” He lifted my leg to his hip, grinding against me.

  I moaned, the heavy weight between his legs coming into contact with my heat.

  “Fuck, Jay, I can feel your fire…” He circled his hips against mine.

  “Oh, God,” I whimpered, closing my eyes.

  “Look at me,” he demanded, speeding up his hips.

  Pleasure coiled in my belly, a tingle brewing up my body. “Please,” I blurted, craving the release he promised.

  “I told you, you would beg.” He released me and stepped away.

  Arousal burned, simmering to a dull roar, but the lack of being pushed over the edge made me see red. “You bastard.”

  He chuckled. “I am in control. Not you.”

  I was seething, waiting for him to leave. Just like everyone else in my fucking life.

  “Frustrated, baby?” he teased. He closed the distance between us, standing an inch away.

  I could feel him. Everything about him. His heat. His touch. His soul.

  “I never thought I’d see you in a dress.”

  “You’ve seen me once, and I’m wearing this shit for my best friend.” I rubbed my hands up and down my arms, easing some of the nerves racing through my body.

  “Do you always listen to what she says?” His hand inched up beneath my dress, grazing my inner thigh before reaching the tiny triangle covering my mound.

  “No. I don’t listen to anyone.” I bit back another moan. My best friend wanted me to act like a lady and not like a biker for her gallery showing. Right then, I wished I was wearing my leather pants.

  “You may not listen to anyone, but your body sure as hell is.” His grip on my waist tightened while his other hand pushed the fabric of my dress to my hips.

  Before I could protest—before I could shove him away—his finger pushed under my panties. His knuckle brushed over my soaked opening. His eyes locked with mine, searching, watching me. Waiting for me to break.

  Heat spread over my skin, the ache between my legs growing with each stroke of his finger. “You won’t break me.”

  Something flashed in his eyes when he released my wrists. In a quick move, he cupped my breasts, pulling the fabric lower. He licked his lips, his thumb grazing over the swell of my tits. “Fucking perfect.”

  I smiled at the deep rumble of his words, enjoying the fact he was losing as much control as he was trying to take from me. It was a cat and mouse game. Predator and prey. I would wait a couple more minutes before I showed him just how in control I was.

  That man—that beautiful, dark man who forced his way into my life would see that I wouldn’t submit to anyone. Especially not him.

  THE SWELL of her breasts fit perfect in my hands. The pale skin stretched over full, ample tits. Pulling the cup of her red lace bra lower, I watched her lips part. Jay refused to break, but I knew her body was cracking. She would give in. I would make damn sure of it before I fucked her. When I ground myself against her supple hips, the heat from her pussy scorched me. She was hot, on fire, for me. She knew it. I knew it. Her bright-jade eyes begged me to push her over the edge. The moan leaving her full lips had been the breaking point.

  I lowered my head, itching to have a taste, when something caught my gaze. A piercing. It sparkled in the dim lighting of the bathroom. Holy fucking hell.

  In a rough move, I bared both of her tits and growled. Her dark pink nipples were pierced. Gold, metal barbells poked through the hard nubs.

  “Something you like, Sin?” Jay purred, pushing her breasts into my hands.

  My cock twitched. God, that nickname. Before she could get any more words out, I latched onto a nipple, sucking it hard into my mouth.

  She cried out, arching against me and grabbed onto my head. Her fingers dug into my hair, pulling and tugging as she rode out the pleasure I gave her.

  Swirling my tongue around the swollen nipple, I nipped at her skin. Releasing her with a pop, I pushed her other tit up to meet my mouth.

  Locking eyes with her, I licked the areola, circling around the barbell before grazing my teeth over the sharp peak.

  Jay hissed out a breath, her gaze darkening. Her pupils dilated, heating with lust.

  I grinned, sinking my teeth into the flesh, igniting a yelp to leave her lips.

  She glared, tugging my head back and pushing me back against the wall.

  Fuck me, the woman could play. Wrapping a hand around her throat, I crashed my mouth to hers. Swallowing her gasp of surprise, I cupped her ass and lifted her before carrying her over to the bathroom counter. The kiss de
epened. Groans sounded. She shook in my arms, spreading her legs wide.

  As hard as I was, as much as I wanted her, I would not fuck her in a bathroom. But a little tease wouldn’t hurt.

  Her tongue slipped further into my mouth, dancing with mine, trying to regain the control she no longer had.

  I slid my fingers into her hair, mussing it up from the ponytail it was in. Tugging her head back, I forced her to look up at me.

  Her full lips were swollen from my mouth. Her cheeks flushed. Her eyes bright and hungry. I inched a hand between her breasts, trailing it down the center of her body. “Beg. Me.”

  She pushed me back, licking lips. Her chest rose and fell. The red curls of her hair fell down around her face, framing her beauty.

  My gaze slid down the length of her body. Her dress was pushed to her hips, wrinkled from my touch, and I couldn’t wait to give her that just-fucked glow.

  Jay sat up, gripped the collar of my jacket and pulled me back down to meet her mouth. “I don’t beg,” she said against my lips before shoving her tongue inside.

  Nipping her bottom lip, I stared down at her. “I can smell how much you fucking want me.” In a quick move, I ripped off her panties.

  “Those were expensive, asshole,” she growled, but her eyes dilated even more. Hmm…a little roughness turned her on.

  Ignoring her, I lifted her dress to her waist before lowering to my knees. “Your pretty cunt is nice and wet.” I grazed a finger over her opening before inserting it deep inside her wet body.

  She shook, spreading her legs wider. “Well, I bet your dick is nice and hard.”

  “It is.” I smiled, thrusting my finger in and out of her. “If you begged, you would get to feel just how hard it is.”

  “No. Fucking. Way,” she said between pants, rocking her hips back and forth.

  “Too bad.” Spreading the lips of her pussy, I covered her core with my mouth. My cock hardened to the point of pain. Her taste made my head swim. Fucking delicious.

  Jay whimpered, trembling under my touch. “Shit.”

  And that just made me suck harder. Pumping my finger into her body in rough moves, I rubbed the wall of her center in come-hither motions. Releasing her with a smack, I grabbed under her knees and pushed them toward her chest. “Ready for me, baby?”

  “Yes, fuck yes.” Her hands grabbed my head, pushing me down to where she wanted me most. Her nails dug into my skull as her hips rocked against my face. “Oh. God.”

  Thrusting my tongue deep inside of her, I growled. The sweet, acidic taste of her pleasure flowed down my throat. I swallowed her essence and ate her pussy like a starved man. She was what I needed. All of that time. She didn’t know it, but the heat in her eyes proved she was breaking in front of me. And I would be the one to pick up the pieces as long as it meant I could have her again and again.

  “Harder!” she cried out. “Fuck.”

  I released her, pulling her off the counter. Bending her over, I wrapped a hand around her throat. “Can you smell your arousal on my lips?” I asked, brushing my mouth along her ear.

  She nodded, her eyes dark and stormy, billowing with a lust so strong it took my breath.

  Pulling her dress to her hips, I landed a hard swat on her ass. I was impressed when she didn’t make a noise. Her pupils dilated, her tongue peeking out to lick over her bottom lip. Interesting. So I did it again.

  Swat. Swat.

  The crack reverberated through the room. “Tell me.”

  Her gaze locked with mine in the reflection of the mirror. “No.”

  I chuckled. “Didn’t think so.”

  Spreading her legs, I lowered to my knees and bit the flesh of her rear.

  That time, she whimpered, arching her back like a cat.

  Digging my fingers into her ass cheeks, I opened her to me and dove back into her core. Lapping and sucking at her center, I fucked her with my mouth until she was crying out. But no words. No begging. No demanding me for more. Shit. She was good. But I was better.

  I pinched her swollen clit until she bucked against me. “Tell me. Beg me to let you come.”

  “No,” she cried out, rocking back against me. “Damn it.” She shook her head. “I won’t break.”

  “Yes, you will.” I pinched the little cherry harder.

  “Fuck. No. I refuse.”

  “Fine.” I released her and kissed her tailbone. Grabbing a hold of her ponytail, I forced her head back. “The next time you see me, it will be when I’m fucking the shit out of your pussy. And, Jay? I will fuck you until you break. I will own every single inch of your body.” I reached between us and grazed a finger over the tight hole between the cheeks of her ass. “Every. Single. Inch,” I snarled in her ear.

  Her eyes widened.

  And with that, I let her go and left the confines of the bathroom. I couldn’t help but chuckle over how pissed she would be at not having an orgasm. But the inner Alpha in me wanted her to come on my dick. I wanted to watch her eyes dilate while I fucked orgasm after orgasm out of her.

  She would break.

  I would make damn sure of it.

  BY THE time I reached the clubhouse, I was a raging pile of hormones. I didn’t know anything about Sin. I didn’t know where he lived. I didn’t know how to get a hold of the guy. The contact number I had for him was through his construction company, and there was no way I could call it. But I needed his hands on me. His mouth on my skin. His fingers inside of me. His kiss. God, could he kiss! Every time his tongue grazed mine, my knees grew weaker. He was a man who knew how to please a woman. I should call him. I sound like a desperate, horny teenager.

  I hated him. I hated what he did to me. But I hated even more that my body gave in. And I still didn’t know his damn name.

  When Sin left me with my bare ass sticking up in the air, I had to hold back the urge to beg him to come back. To demand that he fuck me. To plead that he give me the orgasm I was desperate for. Never in my whole life had I experienced anything like him. I had been with a lot of guys because I was bored, but with Sin, I needed to be with him. My fingers clenched at my sides, itching to run them over his hard body. My tongue tingled, begging to lick over every ripple—every muscle.

  My body ached from the lack of release. So fucking sore. And they say women couldn’t get blue balls. Ha.

  Walking down the hallway to my room, I pulled the elastic out of my hair and ran my fingers through it. Massaging my scalp, I sighed in frustration.

  I pushed the door open with my foot, pulling my dress up and over my head. Unclasping my bra, I stretched, letting the item fall from my hands. If Sin wouldn’t satisfy me—if he wouldn’t curb my craving—it would be a night filled with self-induced orgasms. It wouldn’t work; they never worked. They just made everything worse.

  Massaging my temples, I turned to head to the bathroom when a dark, brooding man stood at my doorway.

  My heart jumped in my chest, my core quivering at the sight of Sin. The light from the hall cast a shadow around him.

  His nostrils flared, his gaze taking me in. “Fucking A.”

  This would be it. A night filled with pure, hard fucking. I ran my hands up my middle, cupping my breasts. My fingers squeezed my nipples. I moaned, a sharp shiver blazing through my body.

  Sin pulled off his leather jacket, followed by the white t-shirt underneath, and threw them on the chair in the corner of the room.

  My mouth watered at the sight before me. Hard muscles rippled over bones. His chest flexed with his movements. Deliriously-delicious abs twitched as he strode toward me. The heft between his legs pulsed, promising me a night filled with pleasure.

  “Tell me you want me,” he growled, unbuckling his belt and kicked the door closed behind him. “Tell me how wet you are for me.”

  “Why don’t you come here and feel how wet I am?” I slid a hand down the length of my body, pushing it between the folds of my pussy. A gasp escaped my lips, my clit swelling under my touch.

  “Fuck,” he hiss
ed, closing the distance between us. He grabbed my hand, inserting my finger into his mouth and licked my arousal off of it. “I will be the one to make you come.”

  “If you don’t make me come soon, I will do it myself.” I grazed my hands down his chest, a small whimper escaping me at how incredible he was.

  He spun me, slamming me up against the wall and gripped my hair in one hand. “Threatening me will not make you come any faster, little girl.” A zipper lowered, sending a shiver down my spine. “Can you feel how hard I am?” he bit out, resting his heavy cock against my ass. “Can you feel how much my body wants you?”

  “Show me,” I breathed, pushing back into him.

  The sound of a foil package opening erupted through the room. Sin pulled my head back at the same time he thrust into my body.

  I gasped, my body clenching down around him.

  “Look at me, beautiful girl.” He pulled out. It was slow and torturous before he slid back in. “Look at me when you come on my dick,” he snarled, pushing further into me. His arm wrapped around my waist, holding me against him as he pumped slow and deep inside my body.

  A breath left me on a whoosh, his cock reaching past the barrier of comfortable. He was huge. Larger than any man I had ever been with. He stretched me, each thrust forcing the coil of pent-up frustration to wind tighter. Tears welled in my eyes at the slight sting, but the pain soon burned into a roar of pleasure.

  He gripped my throat, his hips picking up speed. “Ask me for permission to come.”

  “No,” I cried out, slapping my hands against the wall. I pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. I couldn’t resist the urge to hear him demand things of me. I wasn’t used to it, but from him, I craved it.

  “Ask, damn it,” he demanded, pounding into me with a fervor I had never felt before.

  “God, harder,” I shouted, slamming my ass back against his pelvis. It was rough. Bruising. It was animalistic as he took the pleasure from my body.

  “That’s it,” he breathed against my neck. “Show me how much you want me. Fuck, your cunt is greedy for me.”

  His words turned me on, spreading warmth through my body. “Harder!” I swallowed a gasp, stars filling my vision.