Infatuation (Club Destiny 4)

“Fuck, baby,” Tag groaned as he began thrusting more adamantly, placing his other hand on her head to hold her completely still. “Put your hands down.”

McKenna released his shaft after one final stroke, dropping her hands to her side. Looking up at him, she let him see every ounce of her need for him in her eyes. She had learned that she didn’t need to tell him what she wanted, he just knew.

“I’m going deep,” he warned her as the head of his cock brushed the back of her throat before he pulled out again. He repeated the action numerous times, continuing to go slow, but going deeper and deeper each time.

McKenna knew there was no way she could take him fully into her mouth because he was too big, but she didn’t mind trying. To see the sensual satisfaction on his rugged face as he concentrated on going deeper while holding onto his control at the same time made her pussy spasm.

She knew they had to hurry, but she wasn’t going to rush him because these moments were what she lived for.

~*~*~

Tag had called McKenna into the bedroom because he wanted her to pick out a tie, but instead he found himself fucking her mouth with slow, torturous strokes, luxuriating in the feel of her soft lips and her smooth tongue wrapped around his cock.

He learned quickly that McKenna enjoyed doing this to him, tormenting him with her wicked ways, but he found he couldn’t tell her no most of the time. With such exquisite precision, she somehow managed to coax his release from him and he found himself daydreaming about this exact thing. Only in his fantasies, she was on her knees with her hands bound behind her, naked and just as damn horny as he was.

She was horny all right, but there was no way they had time for more than this. That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to trap her somewhere later and show her just what it felt like when he lifted up that short, tease of a skirt and buried his tongue deep in her pussy.

Holding her head still and trying to keep from coming too quickly, Tag continued to drive his throbbing dick deep in her mouth, listening to her soft moans.

“I love seeing my cock sliding in and out of your pretty mouth,” he groaned, not sure how much longer he could hold out.

A subtle sound drew Tag’s attention to the bedroom door. He wasn’t all that surprised to see Travis Walker standing there, which told Tag more than he wanted to know. He didn’t let his eyes linger because for some reason, knowing the man was watching McKenna blow him with such brutal enthusiasm only made him that much hotter. It didn’t get by him that Travis had an agenda all his own, and from what Tag could tell, the man was trying to tempt him. Him and McKenna.

For now, Tag wasn’t interested in sharing this woman. He wasn’t sure he ever would be interested, but he couldn’t guarantee that the day would never come, and he was pretty sure Travis knew that.

“Aw, fuck, baby,” Tag groaned when McKenna’s mouth applied the sweetest suction. “Your mouth is so fucking sweet, so fucking hot. Shit yes! Suck me, McKenna. I need to come in your mouth.”

Tag drove into her mouth with shallow strokes, trying his damnedest to hang on because their audience was still present, still standing in the doorway, shamelessly witnessing as McKenna proceeded to blow his mind.

Gripping her hair painfully hard, Tag stilled, his cock pulsing in her mouth, his seed emptying down her throat as she continued to stare up at him with just as much satisfaction in her eyes as the man standing in the doorway.

Two hours later, Tag was standing in a small group, McKenna by his side while Cole and Luke carried on about something wildly inappropriate, but a story everyone seemed to be listening to.

“Have you decided what you’re doing with the club?” Travis asked when the laughter had died down.

All eyes turned to Luke as they waited to see what he would say. Tag honestly didn’t expect Luke to say anything because for the last week, he’d been hell bent on being furious which only made him stick to his decision to close down the club.

“We don’t know yet,” Logan interrupted as he walked up to the group. “We haven’t talked about it much.”

“Do you really think closing it down is the right thing to do?” McKenna asked innocently.

At the same time, Luke said, “yes”, Logan said, “no” and Tag knew they were in disagreement, but surprisingly, Logan wasn’t pushing either way. Tag figured he was just as pissed off at the members of the club for Samantha nearly having to take the fall. Considering it turned out certain members were being blackmailed at Sam’s expense, didn’t make it any easier to swallow.

It was a risk they all took choosing to belong to such a risqué club, but now that Susan Toulmin had ceased her personal attack, things were calming down somewhat. Not to mention, Stephen Crawford was once again laying low. If Tag had to guess, that was probably due more to Chance Reed’s interference than anything else.