Phantom Riders MC - Hawk by Tory Richards Read Free Book Online

taught me when we first started having sex. I wasn’t sure why I thought of applying it then, except that for some men it intensified their orgasm. Maybe Hawk would like it, maybe he wouldn’t. As he thrust up I wiggled my hand beneath him and slid a finger into the crack of his ass. His reaction was immediate, and I could tell that it turned him on more.
     
    The next time he thrust up I searched for his anus. That seemed to cause his breathing to become faster and harsher. His hand twisted tightly in my hair, his thrusts grew rougher, and I could tell his control was slipping. Timing was crucial, and I waited until I felt his cock swell and the first spurt of cum hit the back of my throat. That was when I wiggled my index finger into his anal passage as deep as I could go.
     
    “Fuuucking hell!”
     
    I’d never heard a man roar so loud during sex, though my experiences were limited to Dane. In the next instant Hawk was erupting like a violent volcano into my mouth, coating the back of my throat before it slid down to make room for more. His cock kept on discharging, and I thought it was never going to end. There was nothing I could do because he held me tightly, my mouth locked around his shaft, making sure I got every drop. His whole body tightened with his violent release.
     
    It seemed to take a while before his breathing calmed and his body stilled. His cock had deflated and I was finally released so that I could move away. As I pulled back, letting his shaft fall from my mouth, I removed my finger from his anus. I couldn’t tell if his low groan was pleasure or pain. My instincts told me that with him, it wouldn’t matter.
     
    Then, before I could comprehend it was happening, Hawk promptly turned on his side and pulled the covers over his body. I was stunned, unable to digest the coldness of his actions, feeling used and discarded. I knew I didn’t have any reason to feel that way, he’d given me a mind-blowing orgasm and I’d just returned the favor. So why did his indifference hurt? God, a day with this man felt like a lifetime.
     
    “Sleep, Audra.”
     
    What, did he have eyes at the back of his head? I refused to respond to his comment, rolling to my side of the bed as far to the edge as I could without falling off. I wasn’t going to sleep. I was going to wait until he fell asleep, and then I was going to get the hell out of there. Just because he’d said I wasn’t going anywhere didn’t mean it was law. As far as I was concerned I’d be doing him a favor.
     
    I tried to stay awake, I really did, but after a while I just couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer.
     
     
     
    I don’t know what woke me, some sound, or maybe movement from Hawk. As I blinked to clear the sleep from my eyes I stretched, releasing a moan when I felt my abused body resist. I was especially sore between my legs, thanks to the motorcycle. Another moan escaped me as I rolled onto my back and glanced over. Hawk was sitting with his legs hanging over the edge of the bed.
     
    My gaze ran over the wide expanse of his muscular back, taking in the tattoos that covered every square inch. In the center of his back was his club logo, Phantom Riders MC, arched over an evil, scruffy looking man with his arms crossed, wearing leather and a skull cap. Done in black, white and gray, the only other color was the red glare of his eyes and the lightning bolt shaped scar on his cheek. The capital letters “MC” were also in red. It was identical to the image on the back of his cut and the gas tank on his bike.
     
    Outside the logo on the back of his left shoulder was a beautiful hawk in flight with the sun behind it. His right shoulder revealed a hawk sitting on a tree branch overlooking the water. The colors were true to life and absolutely beautiful. But it was the tattoo, or what was left of it, across his lower back that interested me the most. Closer inspection seemed to suggest that someone had taken a knife and tried to