Duke (14 page)

Duke used his lips, his tongue, as if he had more control than any man should have. She could’ve sworn his tongue grew to be several inches long as it snaked inside her, but knew it was impossible.

Her fingers curled as she pulled and twisted the sheets, her feet pressed into the mattress, and she lifted her hips towards him without thinking, wanting more.
Needing
more.

She felt the orgasm coming but didn’t expect it to reach fruition. Her best orgasms were with her vibrator, not with men, and the ones she’d been having lately while imagining Duke make her beg to come had been the best ever.

But when this one hit, Gen couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but stare at the ceiling and let it take her over. Duke didn’t just let her have an orgasm and be done with it. No, he kept working her higher and higher, his mouth at her clit and his fingers inside of her, and when she finally started breathing again, she practically hyperventilated as she tried to survive the climax.

His face was over hers seconds after the orgasm finally ended, and he was kissing her again, soft, tender. She’d never tasted herself, at least, not like this, and she found it turned her on even more.

Duke’s hands went up her shirt, warm hands on her heated skin. Fire on fire. His hand went straight to her breast, his thumb at her nipple, his tongue in her mouth, and Gen couldn’t breathe.

It was too much, and not enough, and she wrapped one leg around his waist, pulling him closer.

Duke leaned to the side, reached to the table, and came back as he lifted over her again. Gen’s heart skipped a few beats as she realized he was opening a condom, but she didn’t have it in her to say no.

Partly because she knew he’d stop if she said it, and she didn’t want him to stop.

She wanted to give herself to him. Wanted to be his in all ways.

Duke looked into her eyes as he took off his shorts and put the condom on, and he must've been good with what he saw. He leaned forward and pulled her shirt off over her head, tossing it on the floor before his mouth landed on her nipple and he sucked it between his lips, and scraped it with the rough part of his tongue.

Gen’s moan sounded more like a plea this time, and he muttered, “Close enough,” before he lifted his hips and situated himself at her entrance.

He slid just the head in and leaned forward. This kiss was soft, sweet, and Gen missed the wild abandonment of a few moments ago, but relaxed when she realized he’d found control. He’d promised he’d be careful with her, and she knew he was going to honor his promise.

Like always.

Gen lifted her hips, wanting more than the tip, but Duke lifted away and said, “I promised I’d be careful with you, Beautiful.”

“
I’m good, Duke. Don’t want you to change who you are for me. I want you to—”

He kissed her again, and Gen had the distinct impression it was to shut her up this time, so she pushed his head up enough to talk again.

“
I’m yours, Duke. Take me. Claim me.”

Duke went in another inch, came back out. “So tight. So hot. Don’t want to hurt you, Beautiful.”

 
He pressed in again, a little deeper, and pulled out again.

“
Please don’t treat me like I’m breakable, Duke. I can take you. Let me prove it to you.
Please
let me give myself to you. The real you, not the careful one.”

He must have seen something in her eyes, because he pressed in and didn’t stop this time until he was all the way in. Gen’s breath went out, as if his cock pressed the air from her lungs, so when he was inside of her she was filled with him and nothing else. Not even oxygen.

“
Breathe, Beautiful.”

Her body obeyed him again, without her thinking about it, and she reached to his head and pulled him down for a kiss.

He was still gentle, still caring, but she knew he was losing his control. When he broke from the kiss he said, “Gotta move, Beautiful.”

Gen only got out, “Yes,” before he’d pulled out and was heading back in. Still smooth and controlled, still watching her face to be sure she was okay, but faster now, as he set up a rhythm.

Duke’s hand slid down her side, over her hip, and landed just above her clit before sliding down so there was a finger on either side of it.

“
I want to feel you come with my cock in that beautiful pussy, Beautiful. Give it to me, Genesis.”

Gen’s brain protested the language, but her body didn’t care. Her legs wrapped around his waist as pleasure shot through her and she screamed his name.

When she came down from the orgasm, Duke flipped her around so her back was to his front. He’d gone to his knees, and he sat her down on his length as if she weighed no more than a doll. His hands went to her hips to hold her a few inches above him, and he pressed up, into her, again and again. Over and over. Gen wanted to protest, but she couldn’t get her brain to form the words, she just kept repeating, “Oh, God. Oh, God.” She heard herself, but couldn’t stop.

Within minutes she was in the throes of another orgasm, and Duke’s arms were wrapped around her torso, holding her to him as he kept pistoning in and out of her,
taking
her through the orgasm.

Minutes later, when she seemed stuck in a permanent orgasm without end, he leaned her forward until her face rested on the bed, lifted her hips, and took her from behind even harder than before.

It still wasn’t enough, and Gen heard herself begging for more. He picked her up, took five steps with her, leaned her shoulders against the wall, looped her knees over his arms and lifted her legs high and wide, and went back into her.

Finally, he pounded her hard and deep, took her like she knew he wanted to, and like she needed him to take her. His eyes branded her soul, his cock branded her body.

She closed her eyes to come again, but he demanded, “No. Eyes open, Gen. Look at me when I make you come. You don’t get to hide anything from me, Beautiful. Not your pain, not your pleasure. Give it to me, Babe.”

She screamed through this orgasm, and when Duke came with her at the end, she thought if she died right then, her life would be complete.

Duke carried her back to bed, so gentle, so sweet. He disappeared to the bathroom for a few seconds, but was back before she’d managed to get the blanket over her.

He slid into bed and pulled her into his arms. “You okay, Beautiful?”

“
I’m so much better than okay, I’m not sure there are words.”

He looked at her, but she was suddenly embarrassed and looked away. Duke’s fingers touched her cheek, gently pulled her face back until their gazes met.

“
You just gave yourself to me, Gen, and I think it’s the most beautiful gift I’ve ever been given. So pure and innocent, but not afraid to show me the real you on the inside. I want you to know you’re always safe with me, not just physically, but emotionally. And when we’re in bed together, you can say or do anything, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Ever. Do you understand, Beautiful?”

Gen grew more embarrassed as he talked, but Duke seemed to understand. “I told you a long time ago you’d have to get used to me, and this is what it means to get used to me, Gen. I’m real big on straight talk when it comes to just about everything, but especially sex. A month from now I hope to be able to tell you to strip and lean against the wall so I can fuck you, and then sit back and watch you get ready to take my cock in your beautiful little pussy.”

At this, Gen pulled her face away from Duke’s hand and rolled away from him, but he pulled her back, laying on his side and spooning her into him. “You’re mine now, Gen. I’m yours, too. I’ve never let another woman take control in any way, and I let you. I’m falling for you, Beautiful. Please don’t pull away from me. You wanted the real me, and I’m trying to get you used to me.”

“
Isn’t it usually the girl who wants to talk after sex, and the guy just wants to fall asleep?” Gen asked.

Duke chuckled and said, “Okay, I’ll give you that one. You’re sleepin’ in my arms tonight, so I’ll give you just about anything right now.”

“
Can I put my clothes back on?”

“
Not a chance. Go to sleep now, Beautiful. I set an alarm for eight, is that good for you?”

“
Mine’s set for seven, I have a little paperwork to look over before my meeting.”

Gen was exhausted by the time she drove towards the Rolling Thunder compound. She didn’t want to make a big deal of stowing away her weapon in the parking lot, so she put it and her extra magazine in the hideaway compartment while sitting at a red light a few blocks away.

She was deliciously sore today, and had a hard time focusing a few times during the day. Not enough anyone noticed, but she’d had a hard time not thinking of Duke.

He’d asked her to call him between appointments, just to check in so he could hear the sound of her voice. She’d done so, and they’d talked three times throughout the day. They’d had breakfast at a little café near her first appointment, and when he kissed her goodbye she’d watched his bike disappear down the road. She knew they didn’t match, her in a business suit and him in jeans and his club jacket.

She didn’t care about them matching, though, because they fit perfectly in bed.

She left her purse on the floorboard, pocketing her key as she stepped away from her car. Duke met her in the parking lot, and his hands went to her hips as he leaned down to kiss her.

She felt his fingers move from her hips around her back, and realized he was feeling for her gun.

Suddenly pissed, she pushed him away, but he didn’t move.

“
You bastard! You’re just like the rest of them, demanding I trust you and then not giving me even a millimeter of trust! I told you I wouldn’t carry in your precious compound, and I’m not!” She looked at him a split second and lowered her voice to say, “And I never will, because I’m not coming back. I gave myself to you last night, in a way I’ve never given myself to anyone else, and this is how you treat me?”

Gen turned to leave and felt a bar across her middle. She looked down to see Duke’s arm, and then felt him lift her into his arms, carrying her like a baby.

“
Put me down, Duke.” She didn’t scream it, said it as calmly as possible, but he didn’t say a word and kept going.

Someone opened the clubhouse door and he carried her inside, put her down with her back against a wall, and he put a hand on the wall on either side of her head and leaned forward.

“
Rules say I have to check, Beautiful. Don’t be pissed.”

“
Move out of my way and let me go.” Again, she spoke low, in control.

He shook his head. “You aren’t leaving until we work this out.”

“
Holding me against my will is against the law.”

“
Already told you I’m an outlaw. I’m not hurting you. We’re talking.”

Her eyes teared and she fought not to cry as kept her voice at barely a whisper and told him, “I gave you
everything
, Duke. I gave you
me
, when I didn’t even know I’d never given myself to anyone else, not like you made me give myself. And this is how you treat me? I gave you my word and you didn’t believe me. I may not have a lot of experience, but I know when someone’s treating me like shit, and I won’t stick around for them to do it twice.” She took a breath, and added, “We’re done, Keith.”

“
Gen,” someone said from the side, and she looked to see Brain, his face a mix of compassion and sorrow. “Don’t be mad at him, we forced his hand. He told us you’d honor your word, but the club took a vote and said we needed to know for sure you weren’t carrying. If it helps, I voted with Duke, but the majority needed to know. We should’ve listened to him.”

Gen looked back to Duke and said, “No, you don’t get to hide behind them. You chose to check without talking to me. That’s on you. And you know what else? You promised me you’d have my back if I walked onto the compound unarmed, and now I find myself with my back to the wall being held here against my will, and no way to get away because I effing
trusted
you to have my back.”

Gen’s hand shot out and she throat punched him, and as he moved away she lifted her arm and sank her elbow into his ribs as she kicked the back of his knee. Dawg stepped in front of her to stop her, but Duke growled out, “No one lays a hand on her but me.”

Gen glared at Dawg and he stepped to the side and let her go.

She was almost to the door when Duke was in front of her, though, and she looked at him in shock, a little afraid that he could recover and get to her so fast.

“
I fucked up. You’re right, I should’ve told you about the vote, given you the option of showing them you were unarmed, or my getting in the car with you and taking you out to eat. I’m sorry, Gen. I fucked up, and now I need to figure out what to do to make it up to you.”

“
You can start by letting me walk out the door.”

“
Don’t use this as an excuse to push me away, Gen.”

“
Didn’t want an excuse to push you away. We’ve talked on the phone
three
times today, when I’ve never called anyone between appointments just so they could hear my voice. I was looking forward to seeing you tonight, though I wasn’t sure if anything could happen because—” Gen remembered their audience and didn’t tell him how sore she was. “I gave you every bit of trust I have in my soul, Duke, and you didn’t trust me to leave my gun in the car when I told you I would. I’m more sorry about this than you can possibly understand, but we’re done.”

She wasn’t emotional when she said it, but she meant every word.

“
Call a vote.”

Gen wasn’t sure who said it, but Duke looked up and around, his eyes growing hard. “Don’t fuck with me, brother. I told you she’d leave it in the car if she said she would. You’re the one who pushed it.”