Page 34 of Rolling 75 (The Noire Brothers #1)
RYKER
H er pupils blow wide. She might have ventured into this with the intent of screwing with me and securing answers, but I’ve waited what feels like a whole fucking lifetime to see that thirst in her eyes.
She starts to lower herself to her knees, but I stop her, whip off my jacket, and toss it at my feet before gesturing for her to kneel. Something about that stills her.
She releases a ragged breath and makes herself comfortable as the notes of “Friends in Low Places” penetrate the walls with the crowd’s enthusiastic chorus.
Apropos.
Paying no attention to that, she unbuckles my belt, wrenches down my zipper, and rubs my cock through my boxers. “Tell me about KORT.”
I expected that, but I don’t let on. “If this is a diversion ploy, you are playing a dangerous game, Merce. You won’t walk away from me after this.”
We both know that no matter what happens now, she’ll never be out of my sight again, but we also know I can’t demand that she give me her heart.
“Can’t it be both?” She peers up at me. “Can’t I want this night with you and also want answers?”
She’s so fucking breathtaking that it drowns out this night and the admission to it being a tactic. It’s clear I’ve already lost—any battle for the upper hand, that is. With Mercy on her knees for me, I’ve won nearly every wish I’ve had for a decade.
“Yeah. I’ll take it.” I flatten my shirttails, so they curtain my painful, rock-hard dick when I guide her hand to roll the elastic from my boxers down, letting my length bob before her.
In the dim light, her eyes glow as she gasps. “Wow. You really are … perfect.” She swallows, still ogling my cock. “And you’re pierced? After all this time, how do you keep surprising me?”
That reaction is far more than I could have hoped for. But then she lets go, hiding her face with her hands.
“Oh God, please tell me Tessa didn’t do that.”
I smooth her hair back while I pump my shaft a few times to ease the discomfort. “No woman has been near my dick in years. Jax did it. He needed practice.”
That sends her into hysterics, which is adorable, but it’s the last thing I want her to be doing while she’s eye level with my cock.
She finally emerges. “That is top-tier caregiving, Ryker. How did he convince you to do that?”
All five of us have one, but I don’t need her thinking about my brothers’ dicks, so I omit that detail.
“We show up for each other, whatever that entails. That’s the one thing Axel and I managed to get right.
” I drag my thumb over the two crisscross, platinum barbells in the crown, and a tingling zap shoots through me.
“It’s a magic cross piercing. Healing time can be extensive, and since I was abstinent and Jax needed a first client for it, I volunteered. ”
You were gone, and it felt like holding on. Believing. Something not vanilla to offer you someday.
I don’t think she’s ready to absorb the gravity of my obsession though, so I keep that to myself.
Gathering her hair, I fist the strands so I have a firm grip on her head, and her laughter dies as I paint her lips with my precum.
“Now let me see how talented that mouth is while I spill all my secrets.”
She devours every drop I feed her with a seductive moan, her tongue trailing the crown and the vein on the underside as she curls her hand around my shaft, pumping in a rhythm that already has me seeing shooting stars. “Like this? You like that speed?”
Even with all her experience, she’s so innocent. Eager. Moldable.
I lift her chin to be sure she soaks in my words. “That’s perfect. Spit on it, Viper, and don’t take those gorgeous eyes off me. I’ll give you everything you’re searching for, but I’ve waited too fucking long for this. I want to memorize every goddamn expression on your pretty face.”
With her forest-brown embers locked on me, she spits right below the head, quickly spreading the wetness over my length. The heat in her gaze is disarming. She’s as helpless to this as I am, even if she fails to acknowledge that.
But like the royalty she is, she rises above it and issues her order. “Start talking.”
Utterly enamored by the bewitching scene before me, I plant my hand on the wall behind her, thankful I need to focus on this KORT bullshit so I don’t come in thirty seconds.
“It’s a cabal, comprised of five powerful entities that all offer something different.
Axel brings the hospitality piece to the table. ”
“Good.” She never slows her pace, but her approval is short-lived, and her grip is firm . “Am I fucking working for them, Ryker?”
“If you want more, you gotta choke on me, baby.” My eyes latch on to hers as she obeys, taking me into her mouth and swallowing my length with a ravenous tempo, so sloppy and determined that her mouth froths in seconds, pooling at the sides and dripping onto her chin.
She opens her throat, accepting my thrusts as my hips buck forward—branding her, as promised. No gag reflex. She’s a damn miracle.
“Such a good fucking girl.” A zing draws my balls up.
“So beautiful with those plump lips wrapped around my cock, Mercy. The things I want to do to you.” The praise rolls off my tongue, but I clench my jaw, willing myself to hang on, and slink my hand inside her blouse to pinch her nipple while rewarding her with more information.
“Being a high-level executive with La Lune Noire connects you, yes.”
She pops off almost violently, her glare brimming with a cocktail of rage and lust while her hand maintains her delicious cadence, oddly in sync with the restaurant musicians. “And that’s a position with a termination date of …”
“Never.”
“I fucking knew it.” She seethes, her tongue darting out to snatch another dollop of precum. “And what about Ty and Rena? Ivy? The attack here? And the party the other night?”
Fuming or not, she kneads my balls with her free hand, dusting over my taint with a velvety touch as she swallows me whole, slurping and sucking.
She groans, so fucking turned on that she appears unhinged, voracious, the vibrations rippling through my abdomen, spine, and limbs. I’m close to losing it.
This is a genius interrogation tactic.
I drive my hips forward and push out my response after a delirious growl.
“Associated with them, yes. Ty and his whole family, which includes Ivy, all work for KORT. The attack here was a negotiation meeting gone wrong. A setup. Ty’s crew caught some of the guys, but there’s still someone after them.
And at the party, we were getting a handle on any opposition to KORT and determining if there was a tie to the puppet master behind the attack. ”
With another brutal retreat of her mouth, she leaves my dick throbbing in her palm. “And Remy and I are here now. Stuck? Associated with them? I trusted you.”
This blow job is an angry tango, erasing lines between vexations and cravings.
Fighting or fucking.
Annihilating. So damn hot.
“As you should.” I angle her head, guiding her back down to take nearly all of me, fucking her throat while I lay it all out there.
“None of that matters. You’re here for good either way.
This is an extra layer of protection. A threat against you is a threat against them.
And I’ll keep you and Remy safe, like I’ve always done.
I’ll give you everything you need, everything you’ve ever wanted. No one can touch you now.”
Her watery doe eyes hitch to mine, teeming with so many things—broken pieces and fears and salacious fantasies. Dreams she’s terrified to clutch.
“It’s always for you, Merce. You’re all I fucking want.” Pump. “My everything.” Ram. “You feel that?” More. “My piercing marking your throat?” Thrust. “You.” Again. “Are.” Harder. “Mine.”
She unabashedly takes what I give her, bobbing with all she’s got. Tears cascade over her flushed cheeks as she watches me beneath the fan of her dark lashes.
Radiant.
I collect the salty droplets with my thumb, depositing them on my tongue and suspending my climax to bestow one more truth. “Every part of you tastes like hope. You’re the only place it exists.”
As my cock swells in her mouth, she nods and hums, encouraging me to fill her. That’s my undoing.
“Fucking hell, Merce. I’m gonna come.” With a jagged pump, my orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, hitting again and again, a drawled curse escaping me.
My entire body shakes, muscles seizing, clouds fringing my vision.
The euphoric quakes blast up through my chest and down to my toes as my cum shoots into her throat. Decimating.
“That’s my girl. Swallow for me.”
She does, showing me her tongue when she’s done. Christ, this woman.
Reaching down, I whisk her into my arms, flattening her to the wall as I conquer her mouth in a bruising kiss, tasting the remnants of myself. “You’re fucking perfect. A fantasy. But we’re not done here. My turn to worship.”
Unfastening her jeans, I yank them and her panties down in a smooth sweep and plunge two fingers inside her.
She cries out, rivaling the crowd we’re hiding from, her hips swinging forward in search of friction.
“So wet. You’ve dreamed of sucking me off, haven’t you, Merce? Craved it?”
Biting her lip, she nods through her erotic haze, her eyes hooded. Drugged on us far more than whatever alcohol or pot remains in her system.
My naughty vixen.
She’ll never grasp what that simple gesture means to me, how her wanting me feels like my greatest achievement. The culmination of hopes that hung by a precarious, tattered wire.
Dropping to my knees, I spread her legs as wide as they’ll go within the shackles of the pants around her ankles and plant my face between her thighs.
She has the most exquisite pussy—finely trimmed brown hair, dark pink, and pulsing with need.
Weeping for me. And her flavor is cherries and sugar, comfort and triumph.
Her arousal paints my scruff as a growl thunders from the depths of my chest.
“Your cunt is sweeter than cake, baby. Fucking hope.”