Page 12 of Taming Hawke

Luisa

Our taxi pulls up to my apartment building and I kiss Hailey and Tristan good night. Jasmine and Tess went home with their men and I decided to take a cab with the others. Our first stop is my apartment, and I’m glad. My feet are killing me from dancing, and I must admit, I’m a little drunk. I look out the cab window and smile when I see Hawke’s motorcycle parked out front. When Jasmine moved in with Quill, I’d given Hawke his own key so he could turn up and let himself in any time he wants to. He spends most nights over at my apartment, but when the club has business, or he has a run, he doesn’t come home to me. Staying at the clubhouse is sometimes an easier option. I don’t mind staying over at the clubhouse but I love having Hawke at my place. I don’t have to worry about bumping into Cassie, or some other whore Hawke may have slept with. Shit, I’m coming across as a psycho girlfriend.

I stumble out of the taxi and wave a last goodbye as it takes off. Shit, I may be drunker than I thought.

Walking to my front door, I unlock it and walk through, noticing all the lights are off. “Hawke? Are you here?” I yell out. But I don’t get an answer. I shut the door behind me, throw my keys on the side table, and just as I’m about to switch the lamp on, a hand is shoved over my mouth and I’m turned and pushed up against the wall, my front slamming against it. I scream but no sound comes out, the hand muting my voice. My heart beats fast as I start to panic, and I feel something hard brushing against my ass.

“Shush, baby, it’s just me.” My body sags with relief as I realize it’s Hawke. His hand slowly moves away from my mouth, and Hawke nips at my ear before his tongue slides down to the curve of my neck where he sucks hard. I can’t help but push my butt against his groin, rubbing against him. His hand reaches up to grasp my neck, just under my chin, holding me still as his mouth continues to devour me. His other hand reaches around my waist and travels up to cup my left breast, squeezing my nipple between two fingers. I moan when I feel the pinch all the way through to my core, and squeeze my eyes shut as pure pleasure burns within me.

I reach behind my head and tug on Hawkes hair, pulling his hair tie out. Running my fingers through his long strands, I moan when he slides his hand down and through the slit of my dress, his fingers trailing featherlight strokes over my silk panties. His warm fingers hook into the side of them and with one movement rips them away to threads. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Lu,” Hawke whispers as his fingers glide over the inside of my thigh, teasing me. I don’t care how desperate I seem, but I groan in frustration and spread my legs wider, letting him know exactly where I want him to touch me.

“Eager are we?” he teases. Grasping the back of his head, I smash his lips down onto mine, letting him know exactly how eager I am. Our tongues entwine, and his scent of leather and cologne hits me. I feel wetness pool between my thighs as he takes me over in a dominating kiss. Hawke has grown a beard, nothing too long, and I love the softness of his whiskers against my face. His finger moves to my core now, sliding through my wet folds, teasing me by pressing down on my nub. “Baby, you’re so wet for me,” he whispers against my lips.

“Fuck me, Hawke,” I beg as I rotate my pelvis, trying to get some friction.

He chuckles and suddenly spins me around, pushing me up against the wall. The back of my head hits it with a thump, and Hawke lifts me by my thighs. I wrap them tightly around his waist, loving the feel of his jeans against my exposed pussy. I start to rub my core against his hard cock, still shielded by denim, and lean forward, kissing his neck and sucking hard. “Fuck, baby, if you keep doing that, I’m gonna come in my jeans.”

His hands sneak under my dress and grasp my buttcheeks and squeeze, forcing me to now rub up against him. I can’t take this much longer, my clit is throbbing with need. “Hawke, please, take me to bed.”

I don’t know if it’s the alcohol giving me the courage to talk like this, but I like it. I’ve always been a little shy to speak out with what I want, and Hawke finds it funny. He always tries to get me to say “cock,” or “pussy,” or “fuck me” out loud, and most of the time I do, especially when he’s teasing me with his fingers. But tonight, I have no shame. I want him so much and need him to fill me.

I feel movement as he carries me to my bedroom. Once we reach my bed, he slides me down his body and lets me fall back against it, and I laugh up at him as he strips off his clothes in no time. “No, wait,” I say sitting up on my elbows and getting a good look at my man. I can never get enough of how perfect his body is.

Hawke stops just as he’s about to crawl onto the bed, and stands back up. “What’s wrong?” he questions, his eyes showing concern.

I smile. “Nothing’s wrong, I just want to look at you a little more.”

Hawke cocks a smile at me, and my eyes travel from his baby blues to his lips, then over his rippled abs. His cock stands to attention and I lick lips that have suddenly turned dry. I focus on the pre-cum spilling from his cockhead, and my mouth waters, the need to suck him so damn strong.

He stands there proud, with his hands on his hips and his thickly muscled thighs slightly apart. “Like what you see, baby?”

I nod my head because my words seem to have vanished. He is a god standing there with his messy blond long hair and tanned smooth skin, tattoos on his chest, a half sleeve on his arm. The picture of a Hawke with its wings spread covers his heart, and when he moves it seems as if it’s going to take off and fly.

Not able to ignore my need any longer, I nod my head to his question and get up on my knees, crawling over to him. He smiles, knowing what I’m about to do, and when I reach the end of the bed, he grasps my hair in his fist, pulling it away from my face. I look up at him as if to get his approval to do what I so desperately need, and his eyes bore into mine. I wonder what that look means. It’s as if he’s adoring me with his eyes. He nods once and I see his Adam’s apple bob when he swallows. He wants this, badly.

I want to devour him, want to prove to him how much I want and need him. I need him to see that I can be everything he desires in a woman. I know I mean a lot to Hawke but I need more. I’m not going to push him, but by God, I’m going to show him how much he means to me with my mouth.

I grasp the base of his cock and my tongue sneaks out to lick the pre-cum that’s glistening on the tip of it. I moan at his exquisite taste and take the head inside my mouth, sucking all his juices. Hawke growls, and I look up and see him biting down on his bottom lip, his eyes squeezed shut. The image of him struggling to hold himself back does things to me. It makes me feel a sense of pride, being the one responsible for his pleasure.My other hand reaches down for his balls and I squeeze them as I lick the underside of his cock. Feeling the sting from the pull of my hair as Hawke’s grip tightens, I move faster, knowing he’s losing control. I give him a quick kiss on his cockhead before taking him wholly in my mouth, loving how he tastes on my tongue. My gag reflex kicks in and I pull back and pump my hand along his wet length, now coated with my saliva. “Oh fuck, Lu, your mouth is fucking perfection,” Hawke groans, and it gives me the confidence to keep going. I take him in my mouth again and hollow my cheeks as I suck hard. Hawke starts to move his pelvis, forcing his cock in and out of my mouth. His hold on my hair controls my movements and he pullsback and forth, creating a mind-blowing rhythm. I grip his hips to support myself as he continues to thrust into my mouth, and I can’t help but reach down to circle my throbbing clit with my fingers, feeling my arousal coat them. Gasping at the slight sting coming from the back of my head, I look up at Hawke and find his eyes are focused on me pleasuring myself.“Fuck, Lu,” he groans. “Does sucking me off make you wet?”

I mewl around his cock at his words, and without any warning he pulls out of my warmth and pushes me back against the bed, forcing my legs apart with his hands. I look down through my opened thighs and voice my protest at him taking what I want away from me. He ignores me and widens my thighs further with his rough hands, using his thumbs to open up my folds to his heated gaze.

“You’re so swollen and pink for me, Lu. You’re practically soaked and I haven’t even touched you.”

“Hawke,” I plead, and he looks up at me with an intensity that has my heart beating faster.

“Reece,” he whispers.

“What?” I ask, confused.

“Call me Reece when I’m fucking you. I want you to scream out my real name when I’m inside your sweet pussy.”

Stunned, I stare back at him and see no sign of teasing. “Reece,” I repeat, loving the way it sounds coming out of my mouth. And just like that, he leans forward and sucks on my clit, causing my hips to rise off the bed and push further into his expert mouth.

Hawke reaches behind my head and pulls a pillow out from beneath it, bringing it down and shoving it under my hips, forcing my pussy even closer to his waiting lips.

“Fuck this pussy is perfect,” he grunts, and I feel the vibrations of his voice through my core and cry out.

He forces my legs apart even further, hands pushing on the insides of my thighs, and he enters one finger inside me and hooks it upwards, hitting the most delicious spot. “Oh fuck,” I cry, my hands moving down to my breasts, squeezing them and pinching at my nipples. “I’m close, so close,” I announce.

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