Prodigal Son

by Jayna King

  It was like Krystal could read my mind.

  She set her glass on the table and leaned toward me, giving me a quick look down her shirt. “I have a crazy idea.”

  I swallowed and tried to drag my gaze away from the curve of her breast. “What’s that?”

  “Have you already bought baseball tickets?”

  For a second I had no idea what she was talking about, having completely lost myself in the delicious thought of unbuttoning the rest of the buttons on her shirt. “Um, no, I haven’t. They weren’t sold out, so I figured we could just get them at the gate.”

  “I say we blow off the ball game, stay here, drink all the champagne they’ll send us, and order room service for dinner.”

  “You’re not just beautiful,” I said. “You’re brilliant, too. I think that’s a fantastic idea.”

  Before I could say another word, Krystal reached out, took my glass from my hand, and set it on the table. She leaned toward me. “If you’re not going to make the first move,” she whispered, “I will.”

  Krystal kissed me, and it took my breath away. She smelled like soap and something a little spicy, and the gentle pressure of her lips on mine threatened to make me lose all control. She slid her hand onto my thigh, and I couldn’t help myself. I reached up and tangled my hand in her hair, pulling her closer to me. I felt Krystal open her mouth slightly, and lightly touched the tip of her tongue with mine, and I imagined the other places I wanted to put my tongue.

  Without warning, Krystal pulled away and stood up. She kicked off her boots, faced me, and before I knew it, she straddled me and sat down with her knees on either side of my hips. I knew she’d feel my erection, and all I could think about was wanting to get her as turned on as I was. I reached up and pulled her down to cover her lips with mine again, and as she leaned into the kiss, I could feel her rubbing against my cock that suddenly felt too large for my jeans.

  Fingers wound through her hair again, I pulled back long enough to look at her. “Goddamn, you are gorgeous.”

  Krystal held my gaze as she reached up and unbuttoned a single button on her shirt, revealing the curve of both breasts and a glimpse of black lace. “I’ll get you started, Luke, but if you want me, you’re going to have to take me.”

  I leaned forward and kissed her neck very softly, savoring her soft skin and her delicious smell. Krystal started to breathe a little faster, and I could feel her back arch as she leaned into the kiss. I’d clearly found a spot she liked. I thought about unbuttoning her shirt the rest of the way while I kissed her neck, but I wanted to watch while I revealed the amazing body that she’d kept covered up.

  “Oh, don’t stop,” Krystal said, sounding disappointed that I’d lifted my lips from her neck.

  I laughed. “Don’t worry. There’s more where that came from. I just think you’re wearing far too much in the way of clothes. Mind if I fix that?”

  Krystal rolled her eyes, and I couldn’t tell if she was really irritated or just playing with me.

  “Jesus, Luke. Do you have to ask? If you want to see me naked, just make it happen.”

  I looked at Krystal sitting on my lap, pressed against my hard cock, and I decided that if I was ever going to learn how to take what I wanted — be tough enough to fit in with the Savage Sons — that right that moment, with a gorgeous girl who’d just offered herself to me — that was the time to start. Fuck doing what I thought I should. I wanted Krystal … whether she was still with Bug or not … and I was gonna take her. Fuck self control. I was going to lose myself in her and refuse to have regrets.

  Part of me wanted to throw her on the floor, tear off her clothes and fuck her hard, regardless of whether or not she was ready. I wasn’t going to act like a complete animal, though, and I wanted her to be as turned on as I was. I unbuttoned the rest of her shirt, and I slipped it off her shoulders, letting it slide to the floor.

  “Jesus,” I whispered, as I ran my hands over her, feeling her nipples harden beneath the thin lace of her black bra. Her breasts were larger and fuller than I’d guessed, and her narrow waist was the natural spot for my hands as I turned my face up to kiss her. I ran my hands down to her hips and around to her back, feeling her jeans stretched tight over her hips and finding her ass. I squeezed as I kissed her hard. “We’re gonna need more champagne.”

  I stood up, keeping my hands under her ass to take her with me. I crossed the room in a few steps and reached the wall near one of the six telephones in the suite. I pressed Krystal — her legs wrapped tightly around me — against the wall, and I kissed her hard, pinning her to the wall with the weight of my body. She wound her arms around my neck and pushed her breasts against my chest.

  “You still have too many clothes on, and I’ll handle that in a second,” I said just before I picked up the phone. Room service picked up. “I need another bottle of the champagne that I ordered earlier.” Holding Krystal against the wall while I ordered more wine, thinking about the things I planned to do to the gorgeous and willing girl I had in front of me made me feel powerful, like I was in control, and I liked the feeling. “Knock, and then bring it in and leave it in the living room. I’ll be busy, and I’ll sign for it later this evening when I order dinner.” I hung up without waiting for a response.

  “Krystal?”

  “Yes?” she answered, looking puzzled.

  “By the time I’m finished with you, you’re going to be screaming my name.”

  “Promise?” she asked.

  “And then I’m gonna do it again.”

  I pulled her away from the wall, carried her into the enormous master bedroom, and closed the door.

  Chapter 22

  Krystal

  So maybe Luke wasn’t going to be as boring as I’d feared. When he’d asked if he could take my shirt off, I’d nearly gotten up and left the hotel altogether. I had straddled him, for fuck’s sake, and I’d completely thrown myself at him, and he asked me if he could undo a few buttons. Maybe I’d been ruined by too many strong, alpha male bikers, but I wanted a man who would take charge. Luke was gorgeous, but if I had to walk him through every step of getting it on, I just wasn’t going to bother.

  When he’d stood up and held me up against the wall, though, I started to think that there might be some hope for him. I wanted him to want me so much that he’d lose control, that he’d just lose himself in the moment.

  He didn’t say a word when he set me down on the bedroom floor. I’d been in the room before, but I’d forgotten how huge it was. I stood at the foot of the bed, just where Luke had left me. I was determined to make him take control. He ran his hands over my tits again, and I could hardly stand the fact that there was still lace between his hands and my nipples. He brushed his fingers over me, lightly, but with just enough pressure that a moan escaped from my lips. His soft touch was somehow more erotic than I’d expected.

  “There’s something I’ve been wanting to see from the very first moment I met you,” Luke said, as he teased my nipples, visible through the black lace.

  I caught my breath as he squeezed them both, very gently at first, but increasing the pressure before he slid his hands down to my hips.

  “And what’s that?” I asked, feeling almost a little light headed from the excitement.

  Luke turned me around to face the bed, and reached around from behind me to unbutton my jeans. He slid his index finger beneath the waist of my jeans, and he ran his hand around to my lower back. “This,” he said, when his hand reached the area where my skin was tattooed.

  He moved his hands to the front of my jeans again, and he unzipped them and, very slowly, slid them down over my hips, making sure to leave my black and purple lace panties in place. The low rise boy shorts exposed the curve of my ass cheeks, and Luke took his time pulling the jeans down, finally holding them while I stepped out of them. He tossed them onto one of the chairs, and he stepped back to look at me. In the mirror above the headboard, I could see him looking me up and down from behind, looking like he w
as starving, and I was something delicious to eat.

  I knew the tattoo was gorgeous. I felt the light touch of Luke’s hand as he traced the graceful arc of the cherry blossom branch that stretched over the koi pond that held three fish. The cherry blossoms that dotted the water were meant to symbolize the fragility and fleeting nature of life and beauty, or that was what Moses had told me when he’d drawn the design. He’d always had the best eye for tattoos that suited a person perfectly. My work of art was no exception.

  “It’s gorgeous. Even more beautiful than I’d guessed from the few glimpses I’d gotten in the bar.”

  “Thanks. Your cousin Moses did it, and I love the way he incorporated the Savage Sons symbol into the design in a way that makes it blend in.”

  “Oh, wow,” Luke said, as I felt him touch the little “SS” design that Moses had inked into the branch. “I wouldn’t have even noticed it, if you hadn’t pointed it out.”

  I turned around. “Perhaps you should study it this evening.”

  “Oh, I have every intention of studying every inch of your body, Krystal.” Luke’s voice was low, and it made my fees feel a little weak.

  He ran his hands down my arms before he grabbed my ass with both hands, pulling me toward him, pressing me against the hard-on I could feel through his jeans. Feeling his hands full of me made me feel impatient, like I shouldn’t be the only one standing around in my underwear. While Luke ran his fingers underneath the lace trim on my panties, I reached out and began unbuttoning his white dress shirt. Its crisp, starched smell was intoxicating, so different form the smells of a man who’d spent all day drinking whiskey and working on a bike.

  I discovered just the perfect amount of dark blond chest hair on a chest that was far more muscular than I’d guessed. Rippled abs led my eyes down to the low-slung waist of Luke’s jeans. I unbuttoned the cuffs of Luke’s shirt, took it all the way off, and walked across the room to hang the shirt in one of the two closets. I knew I could have just thrown it on the floor, but I figured I’d give Luke a little show while I still had my underwear on. I knew I wouldn’t be wearing it for long.

  Hands on his hips, Luke watched me walk slowly toward the closet. I hung up his shirt and paused, knowing that I was silhouetted by the closet light behind me. I turned the light off, closed the door, and nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard a knock on the door in the other room.

  “Champagne’s here,” Luke said with a smile. He walked over to me and kissed me. “They’ll leave it. I don’t want any interruptions.

  Sure enough I heard the door to the suite open, and I could hear the sound of the ice bucket as the waiter arranged the fresh bottle. When Luke reached around and unhooked my bra, I lost all interest in whatever was going on in the next room. When he tossed my bra aside and cupped my breasts with his hands, gently squeezing my nipples, a bomb could have gone off, and I wouldn’t have wanted to leave the hotel room.

  “Bed,” Luke said in a voice that sounded like he would accept nothing but obedience. “Now.”

  “With pleasure,” I said, turning and climbing up onto the raised bed. I knew that I was giving Luke quite an eyeful as I crawled away from him, toward the pillows at the head. I turned and looked back at him, and I saw him watching me and stroking himself through his jeans. “I can do that for you, you know,” I said as I pulled the comforter and top sheet down.

  “You look like a fantasy, Krystal. I can’t tell you how often I’ve thought about you naked in this bed.”

  “Naked?” I asked. “Your wish is my command.” I pulled my panties off and tossed them toward Luke as he crossed the room to join me. “Your turn,” I said, reaching to unbutton his jeans.

  I could feel the muscles of his flat stomach tense as I ran my hands down his chest toward the top of his jeans. I unbuttoned them and slowly, carefully, lowered the zipper. “Commando, eh?” I said when I realized that he wasn’t wearing underwear. I reached in and wrapped my fingers around his cock, very pleased to discover that Luke was hard as a rock and definitely larger than I’d guessed. “Wow,” I said, looking up into his eyes. “You’re going to be a lot of fun to play with.”

  I slid the jeans down his hips and watched as he stepped out of them. Goddamn, was he spectacular. His broad, muscled shoulders, narrow hips, and muscled limbs made my mouth water. For a second, I realized that I was with a gorgeous naked man in a suite that had to have cost more per night than my apartment cost per month. I watched as Luke walked toward the bedroom door, completely at ease even though he was naked.

  He turned before he opened the door. “More champagne?” he asked.

  “All night long,” I answered with a smile.

  He left the room, and I thought about covering up, and decided that there would be plenty of time for that later. I pulled down the covers on both sides and stretched out, face down, my chin propped on my hands. I knew that my ass was one of my best features, and I figured I might as well show it off.

  Luke came back into the bedroom with the bowl of strawberries and the champagne. He stopped in his tracks when he saw me stretched across his bed. He walked over to the night stand, set down one of the glasses and the bowl. He sat next to me on the bed, and before I realized what he was going to do, he poured a splash of ice cold bubbly onto my back.

  I squealed and started to turn over, but he held my shoulders in place with one hand.

  “Be still,” he said as he bent over the small of my back. He licked me, and the contrast of his warm tongue and the cold wine made me shiver with delight. He ran a hand over my ass and removed his hand from my shoulders. “Turn over,” he said, still holding the glass in one hand.

  I did as I was told, exposing both my breasts and my perfectly smooth, shaved pussy. I wondered if he liked women who shaved it all.

  “Oops,” Luke said as he poured a tiny bit of champagne onto the nipple that was closest to him. He bent and first licked the wine off, his tongue making me gasp. He opened his mouth and sucked the pink bud inside, tugging gently before letting it slip from his mouth.

  “Oops,” he said again as he spilled champagne on my other breast and repeated his actions — licking and sucking until I was practically writhing under his touch.

  He looked down and answered my unasked question. “Very nice,” he said,” as he ran a finger over the smooth shaved surface. “Oops,” he said one last time as he poured a generous splash of wine over my already wet pussy. He set the glass down and moved to the other side of the bed, moving my knees apart so that I was completely exposed to him as he knelt between my legs.

  “I seem to have made a mess,” he said as he bent toward my wine-covered nether regions. “Let me clean that up for you.”

  I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. He took his time, starting by licking all over the outside, making sure he licked up every bit of wine he’d spilled. He parted my lips with his tongue, and I thought I might pass out. I realized that I was breathing fast, open-mouthed, while I watched him plunge his tongue between my lips, seeking my clit. He moved his hands up between my legs and spread me wide open, bending to flick his tongue against the slick, wetness he found there. I arched my back and couldn’t help lifting my hips toward his tongue, wanting more from him.

  “Oh, my God,” I said, not even realizing that I was speaking aloud until I heard the words. “You’re amazing.”

  I heard Luke laugh while he continued to work me over with his tongue, bringing me dangerously close to a climax. I continued to writhe and grind my hips toward his face.

  And then I heard it. My phone ringing from the next room.

  “Goddammit,” I said, hoping Luke wouldn’t stop what he was doing. “I thought I’d turned the ringer off.”

  “Should I stop?”

  “Don’t you dare,” I warned.

  The phone went silent, and Luke returned to teasing my clit with his tongue. I gasped when he inserted a finger inside me, and all I could think about was how much I wanted to feel him inside me.

/>   The phone rang again.

  “You sure you don’t need to get that?” Luke asked.

  I was worried that he was going to be pissed at me because my phone was interrupting our fun.

  “No. I’m sorry. Let me go turn it off.”

  “Not a chance,” Luke said, completely serious. “There’s no way I’m letting you out of this bed anytime soon.”

  He moved up so that he could fondle and suck on my breasts, and I felt like I was going to explode. I could feel myself dripping wet, and Luke could, too, when he kept his mouth on my nipple and slid two fingers together inside me. I was so hot and so wet that I could hardly even think straight.

  “Please, Luke,” I said, again surprising myself by the sound of my voice.

  “Please what?” Luke asked with a smile as he buried his fingers deep inside me.

  “Please, you’re driving me crazy.”

  “What do you want me to do? I want to hear you say the words.”

  I’d talked dirty before, usually in an attempt to get Bug hard enough that he would be embarrassed and pissed at me. Luke was different, though. Even though all I could think about was wanting his hard cock inside me, I felt strange about saying something he might think was vulgar. I actually liked the guy.

  “I want you,” I hesitated because he’d just managed to get his finger on my g-spot. “Oh, my God, Luke. I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me all night long, as hard as you can.”

  “Can do, sugar. Just remember that you asked for it.”

  Chapter 23

  Luke

  When that damned phone rang for a second time, I could tell that something was bothering Krystal, and if it had been a week ago, I would have stopped what we were doing and asked her to tell me what was wrong. I would have talked it all out, and I’d have gone to bed with blue balls. Fuck that.

  She’d come over dressed the way she was to turn me on, and she’d suggested that we stay in the hotel room, rather than going out. I would never force sex on a woman, but she’d thrown herself at me, and I was going to take what she was giving. If she wanted to cuddle or talk afterwards, then we could do that, but for the first time I felt like a man in charge of his destiny. I’d always done what other people wanted me to, even down to going to the college my parents had picked out for me, and tonight I wanted to fuck Krystal. That was all I wanted, and I was gonna get it.