Bull (The Kings of Mayhem MC Book 6)

by Penny Dee

  “Oh God…” She arched her back and her head dropped back, exposing her milky throat. “This is too good…”

  I leaned in and trailed my tongue along the smooth slope. She clenched me hard, moaning loudly when my tongue found the soft, sensitive spot below her ear. “Oh God, I’m going to…”

  She released a long, drawn-out moan and fell back onto her palms, and I could feel the tight little clenches of her pussy as she started to come.

  I groaned. Overpowered by the sensation. Her moans. The tight fluttering of muscles against my cock. They pushed me over the cliff into oblivion, and my orgasm slammed into me with ferocious force. We came together, wild and uninhibited, our moans like a chorus as I pumped my release against her throbbing pussy, and she unraveled in ecstasy on my desk.

  Breathless, I fell onto my palms and panted into her mouth. I could feel her heartbeat pounding in time with mine as we caught our breath and slowly floated down from the high we’d just experienced.

  I flinched inside her, my cock sensitive and tender, and she licked her lips with a groan.

  Chuckling softly, she leaned up and whispered in my ear. “Now I know why they call you Bull.”

  TAYLOR

  I told myself it was nothing to panic about.

  It was just a one off.

  We were both turned on.

  Both attracted to each other.

  Both needing to come.

  And it was amazing.

  I hadn’t come with a man in a long, long time. But it was nothing more than that.

  Really.

  The sexual tension between us had been crazy. Who could blame us?

  But it was done now.

  Although…

  When I left Bull, he said he would call me later. Then he kissed me, and something in that kiss told me I was in trouble.

  Not because of him.

  Because of me.

  You like this guy.

  I couldn’t deny my attraction to Bull. And I couldn’t control it. Yet I could control if I acted on it. Well, in theory anyway. Apparently, the moment he got close to me, I was ready to drop my panties and climb onto his dick.

  Fuck me on your desk.

  I raked my fingers down my face at the memory and sat down on my bed, shaking my head as if I could shake my thoughts out of my brain. The closet door was open, and my gaze lifted to the suitcases tucked away on the top shelf.

  We could leave.

  Noah and I.

  We could just pack up and go.

  I knew Noah would be upset, but he would get over it. Bull couldn’t become anyone to him—I’d already fucked up by letting the two of them get close.

  I was panicking. Rushing to fix a situation I’d let get out of control.

  I needed to calm the fuck down.

  I couldn’t leave. Not now.

  My head fell to my hands.

  I had let this go too far, but it had been so long since….

  Since what, Taylor?

  Since you felt something for a man, other than wanting to ride his cock?

  Since you wanted to lose hours kissing a pair of deliciously demanding lips?

  Since you wanted to get lost in the heat of a powerful body as it gave you multiple mind-blowing orgasms?

  I stood up, pushing my fingers through my hair.

  I felt torn.

  But maybe I was being too hard on myself. Maybe I was overthinking it. Because realistically, since when did me fucking someone ever involve emotions? Bull had made it very clear he wasn’t emotionally available. It was purely a physical thing. And I had always been really good at distancing my emotions from a situation.

  Perhaps we could do the no-strings-attached thing?

  But even as I thought it, I knew it wasn’t true.

  I could fuck without emotion, for sure. When had I fucked for anything else?

  But I doubted that would last very long with someone like Bull. He was too addicting. Too fucking irresistible. Every delicious inch of him.

  With a groan, I fell back on the bed and thought about the man who’d given me multiple, earth-shattering orgasms on his desk this afternoon, and my body came alive with need. And I knew, just knew, I was going to have a hard time keeping my hands off him. It was crazy. I should be wary of him. After all, I’d heard stories about him. Stories that painted him as a merciless man.

  Cold-hearted with cold eyes.

  Ruthless.

  Bad.

  But that was the problem.

  I always did have a thing for the bad boys.

  The next day I was in the clubhouse bar with Matlock and Randy. It had been a quiet shift because a lot of the Kings were out on club business. Matlock had just come back from Head Quarters. He was dating one of the actresses known as Danni Deepthroat. She was famous for the “Danni Deepthroat Does…” movies, including Danni Deepthroat Does Dick and Danni Deepthroat Does It Down Under.

  He was wasting time at the bar, drinking beer, and from what I could tell, watching her latest movie.

  “That right here is the girl of my dreams,” Matlock groaned, handing Randy the iPad he’d been glued to for the past ten minutes. “I’m going to marry her.”

  Randy looked at the video on the screen and his eyes bugged. “Jesus! What the hell is this one called?”

  “Danni Deepthroat Does It Again,” Matlock said proudly.

  Randy tilted the screen my way. I didn’t particularly want to look, but once my eyes caught what was happening, I couldn’t look away. It was like watching a car accident. It wasn’t something you wanted to see, but once it was happening, it was hard to turn your head. “Wow, she really doesn’t have any gag reflexes,” I said, amazed by her technique.

  “No, she doesn’t.” Matlock grinned with pride.

  “And it doesn’t bother you…you know…her doing that with other men?” I asked naïvely.

  “She’s an actress. It means nothing.” He lifted an eyebrow as he gave me a wicked smile. “But with me, those moans mean something.”

  I grimaced at him. “TMI, dude. TMI.”

  I turned away and busied myself with dirty glasses.

  Despite feeling a little weird about discussing Matlock’s girlfriend’s blowjob skills, I felt tingly and a little flushed. I thought about Bull. Thought about his thick, throbbing cock. Thought about how it felt when he pushed all of it into me yesterday and how full it made me feel.

  So, when he walked into the bar from his office a few minutes later, my body lit up like the Fourth of July.

  We had done the dance all day. The heated looks. The seductive smiles. The delicious lick of lips. By the time he asked me to follow him to his office so he could “go over the liquor inventory,” we barely made it inside his office before he had me pressed up against the door.

  He kissed me deep and hard, and all previous convictions of this never happening again turned to ash and died. His growl was deliciously deep and desperate as I dragged my hands down to his hips so I could hold him tighter to me. I loved the feeling of him grinding into me, feeling him getting hard and knowing it was because of me.

  We kissed like we couldn’t get enough, and I drank him in, savoring the sweet flavor of his lips and the luscious licks of his tongue into my mouth.

  “I’ve been dying to have you all day,” he breathed heavily against my parted lips. “I want you on my desk again.”

  In that moment, I thought about Danni Deepthroat and felt a sudden rush of inspiration surge through me.

  Without a word, I sank to my knees and my name slipped from his lips when I released his belt buckle and undid his zipper.

  Reaching inside his black pants, my body flared with desire when I felt the heaviness of him against my palm. I licked my lips. This was the first time I was seeing his cock up close, and it was like the rest of him. Big and powerful. He grew harder in my hand as I marveled at the thickly veined shaft that looked primal and monstrous, yet somehow felt silky smooth against my skin.

  I bent my
head, and a rough moan rumbled from his throat as I slid my wet tongue across the wide head before sucking him deep into my mouth. When the heavy head of his cock hit the back of my throat, he groaned and I felt a tremor slide through his body. I drew back along the throbbing length and slid my lips over the thick crown, hollowing my cheeks and engulfing it with a tight warmth.

  He inhaled with a hiss.

  “Goddamn!”

  Inspired by his moans, I drew him back in again, sucking him down to the root. I was aroused. Wet. Throbbing. Loving the taste of him and getting off on the act of driving him wild with my lips and tongue. His hands lifted and tangled in my hair, his fingers gripping the roots as his pleasure grew.

  His cock thickened even more in my mouth. Heavy with weight and salty with semen. I licked and suckled greedily, losing myself in the act, drinking him in and getting off on the desperate groans falling from his lips.

  He was at my mercy, weak at the knees and completely under my spell. With one hand grasping the base, the other slid under the warmth of his balls and began to massage them.

  A tremor quaked through him. “Oh fuck…”

  His head fell back, and I tasted more saltiness on my tongue.

  “I’m going to come,” he breathed desperately. He was giving me time to release him, but when I didn’t, he moaned urgently, “Taylor…”

  I felt his cock pulse. Felt his fingers tighten in my hair. Felt his knees go weak and tasted the briny tang of his release in my mouth.

  When he stopped pulsing against my tongue, I gently released him, sending a sensitive tremor rolling through his body. He let go of my hair and gripped the edge of the desk to steady himself.

  “Where the fuck did you come from,” he rasped, taking a breath and zipping up his pants. He drew me to my feet. “How did I get so fucking lucky?”

  He didn’t wait for my response, instead, he kissed me slow and deep.

  “I’m pleased you liked it,” I replied, grinning.

  He chuckled wickedly against my lips. “Oh, yeah I liked it. I liked it very much.”

  “Yeah?”

  “And now I’m going to show you just how much.”

  Taking me by surprise, he ripped open my tank top and yanked down my Daisy Dukes. Lust sparkled in his eyes when he saw my black lacy thong. “Nice.” But he ripped it off me too, until I stood there completely naked in his office.

  His eyes darkened with carnal need.

  “Now get on my desk so I can eat you for lunch.”

  TAYLOR

  So that was an epic failure, I thought as I climbed down from his desk, my legs shaky from my orgasm.

  Completely ignoring my own rules, I had dropped my panties for Bull at the first damn opportunity.

  Now, those panties were torn and discarded on the floor, and I would have to go commando for the rest of the day.

  I pulled up my shorts and Bull gave me a spare t-shirt to wear. It was too big, so I tied it into a knot at the front.

  When I went to walk out, he stopped me. “Hey.”

  It was weird. But the gentleness in his voice made me suddenly shy. Which was crazy considering I had just come on his desk with his face buried between my thighs.

  When I hesitated, amusement tugged at his lips and he pulled me to him. “Don’t be getting all coy on me, little bird.” His kiss was warm and deep. “You ever want to come in here and do that again, you consider my door always open.”

  I smiled.

  Did I want it to happen again?

  Hell, yes.

  Would it happen again?

  Hell, no.

  But then he kissed me, a searing kiss, as if he was promising me something. Something I couldn’t see coming, but knew with infinite knowledge that it was going to happen.

  He touched me tenderly on the cheek.

  “I like this,” he said, the warmth from his fingers seeping into my skin.

  My teeth sank into my lower lip. “Me too.”

  “I think we need to renegotiate our terms.”

  “You do?”

  “I want to keep doing this. You and me.”

  “But you don’t date, and I won’t share you.”

  “You won’t be sharing me. I have no desire to be inside anyone else.”

  I gave him a wry look. “Isn’t that breaking your rules?”

  His fingers cupped my jaw as his spellbinding eyes found mine “Fuck the rules. You make me want to break every damn one of them.”

  “Is that a fact?”

  “A hundred percent.” A small smile tugged at his lips but then faded. “But you need to know that I’m not the marrying kind. And I won’t fall in love. But I’m loyal and a fucking great lover. I’m proposing we make this exclusive. No sharing. No fucking games. Just fucking hot sex.” He licked his lips. “Now that I’ve had a taste, I want more and more of you. But for it to work, we need to be on the same page. I don’t want a girlfriend. I want a lover. And I’ve never asked anyone for exclusivity, but I’m asking you for it.”

  His change in attitude had me curious. “Why?”

  His hands slid down my waist to my hips. “Because the thought of another man putting his hands on this beautiful body drives me insane.”

  I thought about it for a moment. “So, it’s just sex?”

  “Fucking hot sex. Just you and me.”

  I wasn’t too stubborn to acknowledge how much I wanted him.

  Fucking him once…yeah, that wasn’t enough.

  Dropping to my knees and making him come with my mouth, just the one time…definitely wasn’t enough.

  Him pushing me back on his desk and making me come with his tongue, just once … Wasn’t. Enough.

  He was addictive.

  And even though I knew it was a big mistake to let it happen again, I knew without a doubt that it would. I wasn’t tough enough to keep my own urges at bay any longer. I’d spent years denying myself, and I didn’t want to do that anymore. I wanted this arrangement.

  And as long as emotions didn’t get involved, everything would be okay.

  Right?

  TAYLOR

  With the new terms in place, there was no stopping us. He was like my own private addiction. I couldn’t get enough of him, and he couldn’t get enough of me. We kept it simple. Didn’t label it. Didn’t complicate it. Didn’t talk about it.

  Instead, we let our desires reign.

  In my bed.

  In my bath.

  Pressed against the tiles in my shower.

  On my knees in his office.

  Bent over his desk, his chair, his couch, and up against the wall in his office.

  Sex with Bull was different every single time. He was wildly experimentative, deeply passionate, and delectably virile, with a stamina that was out of this world. He possessed a big sex drive, and when he was fucking everything other than him out of my mind, he took control of me, both body and my mind.

  It was wild. Passionate. Addictive.

  We kept things quiet. We had to. I mean, when we didn’t know what we were, how could we explain it to anyone else?

  It only added to the excitement.

  Bull was a busy man, and people were always wanting a piece of him for one reason or another. His phone was always ringing. People were always looking for him. So, we made every moment alone together count. And when it was just the two of us, he gave me all of his attention, and it was like I was the only person who existed in the world.

  We made love a disproportionate amount of times. So much that we made it through a gigantic box of condoms in the first week, and I was sore from the sheer size of him.

  I knew I was walking a tight rope with him. Our involvement had an expiration date. But it was easy to push it to the back of my mind when he would kiss me so hard it left me breathless and aching for more.

  I wasn’t naïve. I knew how easily the lines could get blurred. Silent expectations could sneak in, and someone’s feelings could grow.

  But by realizing them, we could pul
l back, I rationalized. Or so I thought.

  Because sometimes they weren’t so easy to stop.

  Because sometimes you blindly took a step toward it being something more.

  Like tonight when he reached for the condoms in the nightstand but I stopped him.

  “I’ve never been with a man without one,” I said, looking up into his handsome, strong face, knowing I was getting carried away, but unable to stop.

  His brow pulled in, but then softened when he realized what I was saying. “And it’s been almost twenty years since I was with a woman without protection.”

  Our eyes remained locked as I said, “Then we should be fine, don’t you think?”

  He searched my face, his lips slightly parted. Then his breath left him in a rush as he bent his head and kissed me hard. I felt him, thick and hard against my entrance, and he groaned deeply into my mouth when he felt how wet I was. His kisses became wild then, his hips hard and torturous as they rolled into mine, rubbing the slick shaft against the most sensitive part of me, but not entering. He seemed set on torturing me, making me wet, making me want him so bad I was a trembling, achy mess.

  I was so desperate for him, I was ready to beg.

  “Please…” I moaned.

  He dragged the head of his cock through my slippery folds of flesh.

  He paused above me. “Are you sure?”

  When I nodded, he took himself in his hand and pushed into me…every thick inch of him naked and powerful.

  He cursed under his breath, his brows drawn in, his eyes closed. “Oh fuck…”

  He licked his lips and they gleamed in the dim light. He slowly pulled back, dragging his big cock out of me until only the wide head remained. His face rippled with raw, uninhibited desire as I clenched around him, my internal muscles massaging the thick, bulbous head. His gaze dropped to my lips, his eyes unfocused and unseeing with pleasure, his breath craggy and tortured as he slowly pushed back into me.