Page 40 of Lockout (The Vikings MC: Tucson Chapter #11)

Keely

“ N ever mind. This is a bad idea,” I told him, but I was still grinning.

“What the fuck?” he growled. “No backing out now, Baby Girl.”

“But your leg,” I insisted.

He looked down at the thigh that was still healing. “Guess you’re going to have to take the lead then, won’t you?”

He all but purred the words at me, making my smile grow. “Yeah?”

Lock laid down next to me on the bed, then looked over at me and arched a brow. “Well?”

Scrambling up, I straddled his hips, my knees on the bed next to him, then leaned in. “You ready?”

He groaned as I shifted, rocking back and forth a little. “Fuck yes. Ride me.”

Grinning down at him, I grabbed his hands and brought them over his head. His eyes darkened. “You’re finally giving up control and you think I’m just going to rush through it?” I shook my head. “I want to tease you a little.”

“Cables,” he growled in warning.

I grinned, biting my lower lip, as I moved against him, feeling how hard he was. I was ready. There was no way for me to be around him and not want him.

“I think you want me to tease you, too,” I murmured, kissing my way down his neck, my hips rocking in a slow grind over the hard cock nestled between us. He still had his clothes on, while I was covered by my towel, but that just added to the jolt of frustration I knew he was feeling.

A heavy frown had his eyebrows pulled together. I still had his hands pinned to the bed over his head, but that was just a suggestion and we both knew it. If he wanted to, he could break my hold and do whatever he wanted. I certainly wouldn't complain. But he let me continue.

“What was that?” I asked, lifting my head and looking down into his face. I knew full well he hadn’t said anything. “Did you say something?”

“Cables,” he grumbled. “You’re a fucking tease.”

“You’re going to beg me, Lock.”

He arched an eyebrow, not looking even close to giving me what I wanted. “Not happening, Keely.”

“We’ll see about that.” Letting go of his hands, I dragged his cut off and set it to the side. His t-shirt I tossed onto the floor once I got it off. My hands ran over his sides, tracing his tattoos. “I love these.”

“Good,” he grunted, watching me with all the patience in the world.

I was on a mission now, but Lock had the patience of a saint most of the time.

The only time I’d seen him lose it was when people he loved were in danger.

I wasn’t sure I was going to be successful in waiting for him until he begged.

Something whispered inside of me that I’d end up being the one begging.

Ignoring the little voice, I pressed kissed to his chest.

His fingers curled around my waist, hands digging into my hips. He was so strong, and it was a turn on how he could pick me up, move me. I shifted, rubbing myself against him. I was already wet. I kissed him hard.

It took all my restraint not to move faster, to ride him, to get him inside of me as fast as possible.

But that wasn’t the point. He needed to learn a lesson.

He needed to learn how it felt to be teased.

To be turned on and needy. To want something and be forced to wait. I was going to do my best anyway.

Our tongues danced together as we kissed, and I was panting by the time I came up for air. I swear he looked even more calm than before. Growling in frustration, I raked my fingernails lightly over his nipple. He watched me with serene hazel eyes as I did my best to torment him.

I bent down again, tracing one of the tattoos on his arms with my tongue, tasting the salty sweetness of his skin. It was so warm, so soft over the steely muscle. He growled under me, fingers flexing on my hips before moving his hands back up under his head. I was winning.

He was starting to get annoyed with my slow movements and I was beginning to think I’d never break him. My fingers danced down over his abs, fiddling with the button on his jeans.

His head was resting on his hands as he watched me and even though I knew he wanted to, he didn’t stop me from exploring. I sucked on one of his nipples as I undid the button on his jeans and slid down the zipper.

Lockout groaned and I bit his nipple. I tugged on his pants and he helped me take them off.

When they were in a heap on the floor, along with his boots, socks, and boxer briefs, I stared down at him.

He was completely naked now and I loved it.

His thick cock was lying against his abs and I wrapped my hand around him, squeezing him.

His eyes narrowed on me, but he didn’t say anything as I jacked him, staring him in the eyes. He was willing to wait me out. To see what I’d do. It wasn’t as if this wasn’t going well for him.

Smiling, I let him go, noting the disappointment in his eyes.

I tossed the towel away. I liked the way his eyes tracked down over my body.

Carefully, so as not to hurt his injured leg, I slid down his body and nudged his right leg until he spread them.

His dick filled my vision as I lay between his legs staring at his cock.

I opened my mouth and wrapped my tongue around his balls, sucking on them one at a time before letting them go with a pop.

A bead of pre-cum glistened on the tip of his cock and I leaned over, sucking it off.

His arms flexed, but he kept his hands tucked behind his head as he grunted, but still said nothing.

There hadn’t been a time during sex yet where he’d been so quiet.

He liked to tell me what he was going to do to me, and then follow through.

I just wanted to show him what I wanted to do to him.

I sucked him into my mouth and felt his body stiffen as I bobbed up and down over his length. “F-fuck.” It wasn’t a shout, but a low hiss of a curse and I knew he was beginning to unravel.

I let him out of my mouth with a pop and ran my tongue along his balls again before licking up his dick to the head. “You ready to give in?” I purred, teasing him with strokes of my tongue.

“Nope.”

I could hear the grin in his voice. He was getting exactly what he wanted.

Of course he wasn’t ready yet, but we’d see how he felt mid blow job, when I stopped.

Smirking, I touched my tongue to the underside of the head of his dick and slid my mouth over him.

He hissed out a breath as I sucked him down as far as I could.

Deep throating wasn’t my specialty, but I was willing to try for him.

I still couldn’t fit his entire length into my mouth, but he didn’t seem to mind.

He was watching me with predatory interest as I sucked and bobbed, and his hands finally came out from behind his head.

I saw the movement, but wasn’t surprised when his hand went to my hair.

He gripped it and held it out of the way as I sucked his cock.

I didn’t know if he was making it easier for me, or if he wanted it out of the way so he could watch.

I knew it was killing him not to start telling me what to do. To let me take this at my own pace.

I leaned on one elbow and used my free hand to start jacking the remaining length of his cock as my mouth moved over him.

His chest was heaving as he watched me suck him down over and over.

I was just about ready to make my move. The lust in his gaze was all I needed to see to know he wasn’t going to like this.

Giving him a few more strokes, I watched him through my lashes, then I let him go and popped up to my knees.

He scowled at me, his dick twitching in front of me like it was trying to figure out what the fuck had just happened. “Don’t do it,” he warned.

“Do what?” I asked, looking at him as innocently as I could.

“Don’t start, Jumper Cables.”

“I told you I wanted you to beg,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. I had to bite back my smile.

“ You beg for me ,” he told me. “Not the other way around.”

“Ohhhh,” I said, “so you’re not willing to beg for me?” His eyes narrowed. “Hmmm, well I guess I won’t finish sucking your-”

I gasped as he lunged and I found myself on my back underneath him. “Lock!” I snapped. “Your leg.”

“Fuck my leg.”

“I’d rather fuck something else,” I teased. My features settled into a pout. “You were supposed to let me take charge.”

“I did. Now it’s my turn.”

“Lock, that’s not fai-” I all but swallowed my tongue as he slid down my body and buried his face between my thighs. I moaned as he licked me and started to reach down to grab his hair.

“Uh uh,” he said, grasping my hand and forcing me to stop tugging.

“Why?” I asked, panting.

He smirked, eyes sparkling as he looked up my body from his spot between my legs. “You’re going to have to keep your hands to yourself while we fuck. You had your fun. Now it’s my turn.”

He gently knocked my hands away from my body, pinning my right hand to the bed by my side when I started to slide it back toward my hip. He went back to feasting and I groaned as he ate me out.

He didn’t give me his fingers. Or his cock.

Just his tongue as he ate my pussy like he was starving for it.

It didn’t take him long to get me to come for him.

His hands slid around to my ass and he yanked me hard against his face.

The more I moaned and squirmed from what he was doing to me, the harder he growled against my throbbing core and the more he tormented me.

I thought I was going to die of pleasure when he finally stopped. We both raised our heads and stared at each other.

“Beg me, Keely.”

The jerk. He was going to get me back by making me do the thing I’d wanted him to do. Pushing my chin out, I scowled at him, refusing by staying silent.

He shrugged one of his massive shoulders, then made me yelp when he flipped me over onto my stomach.

“What are you doing?” I gasped as he grabbed me by the hips and hauled my ass into the air.

He filled me with one long deep thrust. We both groaned. “I’m going to get you to beg,” he said after a couple of seconds.

I wasn’t sure how he planned to do that, but I wasn’t about to ask as he started up a punishing rhythm that ratcheted my orgasm back up with only a few strokes.

It never failed to amaze me how well he seemed to know my body.

How easily he made me come. I’d never been one of those women who orgasmed quickly or easily.

I had to get out of my own head and really focus.

Not with him, though. It was like he could read my mind. Or maybe my body. He’d have me writhing on the edge within a few strokes of his tongue, fingers, or dick. I moaned, gripping the pillow as I braced myself and held on. I was going to come hard again.

His hand smacked against my ass. I yelped. “That’s my girl. Don’t you fucking come, though.”

I smirked as I pillowed my head against my arms. I was going to anyway. How the hell was I supposed to stop at this point? Then he showed me how.

He buried himself deep and held still.

“Lock!” I moaned. I tried to grind back against him because I’d been on the very edge. All I needed was a little more friction and I’d be there.

He held me still. “Want to beg me now, Baby Girl? Tell me to make you come.”

I huffed out a breath because I was competitive enough that I didn’t want to lose this dumb little game I’d started. But I also really wanted to come. Didn’t matter that he’d already given me one orgasm. That one was a distant memory while my body raged at me to finish what was started.

He smacked my ass again and the bright little pop of pain turned into a deeper pleasure.

I never would have thought I liked having my ass smacked, or my hair pulled, but I did.

I especially liked what he was doing now, which was rubbing little circles on the ass cheek he’d just spanked.

Then he did it again and the tickling sensation morphed into a light pain and back into more pleasure.

It was a weird phenomenon and not one I was going to examine right now.

He started fucking me again and I groaned in relief.

I didn’t want to lose, but I wanted this.

Him. The way he felt inside of me, hard and hot.

He started teasing my clit with his fingers again and I was lost. The pleasure he gave me was intense.

I was going to come, whether he wanted me to or not. And then he stopped again.

“Liam!” I snapped.

“You know what I want,” he said into my ear as he leaned over my body, covering me with hot hard muscle. “Give it to me, Keely.”

“Fuck me,” I wailed, not caring about losing anymore. “Make me come. Please!”

“What a good girl,” he said, then he leaned back up and started fucking me hard.

He gave me exactly what I needed, his finger slipping over my clit as his cock battered my pussy.

I came. It was like fireworks exploding inside of me and he kept right on fucking me through it.

His pace slowed but he kept on moving and the aftershocks from that first orgasm turned into a second, then a third.

By the time we finished, I was a quivering, boneless puddle and I’d begged so much, I lost my voice.

Somewhere in there he’d finished too, and now we were lying on the bed, breathing hard and wrapped up in each other.

I didn’t even think about losing the game—because really I’d just won—and just cuddled into him with a little sound of happiness.