Loving Lo: Devil's Knights Series (7 page)

Chapter 11

Meg

              “I looove you, Meg!” Cyn slurred at me as we trudged down the hall to our rooms.

              Cyn had her arm slung around my shoulders and we were both leaning heavily on each other, trying to stay upright. “I love you too, sweetie.”

              “Rigid is so hot. I want to touch his hair.” I looked over my shoulder and saw Lo and Rigid walking behind us, both of their mouths twitching, trying not to laugh.

              “They’re right behind us.” I whispered to Cyn.

              “Can I touch your hair Rigid?” Cyn shouted behind her.

              “You can touch more than my hair, Cyn baby.” Rigid growled at Cyn.

              Cyn and I giggled and continued our stumble down the hall.

              “Hey! Where did the rest of you guys go?” I shouted back to the two of them. Did that make sense? Man, I shouldn’t have had that last drink. Everything was pretty fuzzy.

              “They found a place to stay.” Lo said as he took the room key out of my hand and opened the door. I was struggling to find the keyhole. I repeat, everything was fuzzy.

              I saw Cyn and Rigid slip into her room and Rigid slammed the door.

              “Oh! I have an idea! I can sleep with Cyn and you and Rigid can sleep together! Perfect! I’ll just get my pillow and head over there.” I walked into the room and walked right into the coffee table. “Who the fuck put that there.” I said as I stumbled over to my bed and grabbed my pillow.

              “Sweet dreams, Lo.” I mumbled as I made my way to the door.

              I almost made it to the door when Lo grabbed my arm and spun me around to face him. “Not happening, babe.” Lo stepped forward, dropped his shoulder into my belly and lifted me up in one swift motion.

              The room went upside down and I started struggling. I was kicking and hitting Lo on the back and yelled at him, “You can’t pick me up! What are you doing?”

              “Just did, babe. Now quiet.”

              “Put me down! I’m too fat for you to pick me up!” I was! My body was not made for lifting up. Trust me.

              Lo stopped walking and growled. He spanked me on my ass and I squealed. “I hear you ever call yourself fat again you get the belt.”

              Lo finished walking to the bed and threw me down on it. My mouth was hanging wide open as I gaped at him and tried to find words. He did not just spank me!

              “How rude! I can’t believe you just spanked me! Who does that?” I tried scrambling off my back but Lo grabbed my foot and started taking my shoes off.

              “I do. Now settle.” Lo got one of my shoes off and threw it next to the coffee table. “I’m tired, babe, and we still got some talking left to do.”

              Oh no! Our last talk ended with me in a ‘Lo Daze’ and agreeing for Lo to sleep in my room. “No more talky!” I seriously should not have had that last drink.

              Lo ripped my other shoe off and threw it in the direction of the other. He toed off his own boots, flipping them towards mine.

              “I’m gonna sleep on the couch. You can have the bed.”

              Lo grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. “No, you’re not. You want to undress yourself or am I going to have to do it?”

              I made a whimpering sound and felt my eyes get heavy as I slid into the ‘Lo Daze’ as my gaze slowly raked over Lo’s chest. I looked into Lo’s intense green eyes and melted even more. “What was the question?”

              “Fuck you’re cute.” Lo said as his eyes went soft with need.

              Lo’s chest was covered in tattoos and my eyes had no idea where to look first. There were tribal tattoos covering both of his arms in thick black swirls cutting off at his shoulders. On his chest he had a massive fallen angel with the wings covering most of his chest and the angel had his head turned down, almost in shame. There were flames licking the wings that disappeared down into his jeans and climbed up his neck.

              “Times up, babe.” Lo said. I started racking my brain trying to figure out what he is talking about.

              I blame the Old Fashioneds for my slow reflexes because the next thing I knew, Lo leaned down into me, popped open my button and slid the zipper down on my jeans and started tugging them down my hips.

              “What are you doing? No, no, no. This is not taking things slow, Lo.” I started squirming trying to wiggle my pants back up but failed on getting them back up. “Lo!”

              Lo pulled them off with little effort and threw them by our shoes. He let out a low growl and climbed on the bed crawling over my body, stopping when we were face to face. “Fucking drive me crazy. Can’t get you out of my head, all I can think about is what you would look like naked, begging for more, screaming my name as I fuck you.”

              I whimpered and squirmed under Lo’s gaze that was intense, fierce, and even a touch feral. He lowered his mouth down to my neck kissing and nibbling. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, my hands stroking his back. He gripped the hem of my shirt and started bringing it up my body.

              “I want my shirt on!” I cannot be naked next to Lo. With only his shirt off, the man is ridiculously sexy. I ripped my shirt out of his hands and shoved it back down.

              “No. I want to see you.” Lo said, in a low, husky tone.

              “Lo, you’re all hard and muscular. I’m all fluffy and soft.” I just called myself fluffy. Kill me now.

              “Babe, this shirt is coming off, even if I have to rip it off. Plus, I want soft. I want to sink into you and just get lost in you.” He slipped his arms under my armpits and lifted me up so he is straddling my lap, sitting on my legs.

              “I’ll take it off but either turn the light off or shut your eyes.”

              “No.”

              “I think that’s your favorite word. Now close your eyes.”

              “No.”

I roll my eyes at him and laughed. “Yes.”

              “No. Light on, eyes open, shirt off.”

              “King, no!”

              Lo’s eyes went molten and ripped my shirt off over my head.

              I squealed and crossed my arms over my stomach and turned away, trying to get away from Lo.

              “Next time you call me King, I am bending you over my knee and spanking your sweet ass. Say. My. Name.” He gripped my arms and tugged them down to my sides. I turned my head and looked into his eyes that were clouded with desire.

              “Say it.” He ran his hands down my sides brushing against my breasts making me shiver.

              “Logan.” I breathe out, whimpering as his hands graze my nipples through my bra, sending tremors through me.

              “Fuck. That’s even better than Lo.” Lo rocked his hips against mine, making me moan.

              “Hmm, keep doing that.” I whispered.

              “I want you naked and then I want you screaming my name as you cum. Roll over.”

              “Why?”

              “So I can undo your bra, babe. I need to see your tits. I’m gonna taste them, and then I’m gonna eat your fucking pussy.”

              I was so stunned at the words Lo just said that I rolled to my side. He unhooked my bra, bringing the straps down my arms, pulling it off, sending it off to join the pile of clothes on the floor.

              “Sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

              I moved my arms to cover my stomach again and Lo grabbed them and pinned them over my head. “Trust me. Just looking at your sweet body has got me so fucking hard I could pound nails right now with the fucker. Keep your arms above your head and don’t move them.”

              Lo moved down, paying attention to my nipples, sucking and licking them, making a warmth of wetness soak my panties. I struggled to keep my arms above my head, writhing and squirming from the pleasure.

              He worked his way down my stomach, kissing and twirling his tongue around my belly button.

              I brought my arms down and tried to push him away from my stomach. “Lo please. I hate my stomach.” The attention he was paying to my stomach was bringing me out of my ‘Lo Daze’ a bit.

              Lo raised his head and looked at me. His eyes weren’t filled with desire any more, they were filled with anger. “Your head is so filled with shit.” Well that was kind of rude.

              “Get off me.” I pushed on Lo’s shoulders to move him off but he didn’t move.

              “No. I’m only going to say this once. So open your fucking ears and listen. I have been with more women than I can remember. I’ve had skinny, fat, black, white, you think of it, I’ve probably done it. You know what that means?”

              I felt like this was a total trick question because my answer involved the word ‘manwhore’ and me walking out the door. I decided silence was my best bet.

              “It means I know what I like and I know what I want. If I wanted something that you think you’re not, I could go get it within the hour. I don’t want a woman who, when I have her naked in front of me I can see everyone one of her ribs and collarbone stick out so much, that it looks like I should feed her a sandwich and a bag of chips before we fuck. When I look at you, I just want to fuck you until you can’t walk. I want to sink my dick so far into you that I can’t tell where I end and you begin. You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen. I can’t promise forever, but I can say, I don’t see any end in sight when it comes to you and me. The thought of anyone even looking at you makes me want to rip their fucking heads off and shove them up their ass. I am going to touch and own every inch of you. You do not hide your body from me. Ever.”

              Well, I guess my answer was completely wrong. I tore my gaze away from Lo’s and looked at the wall. “I don’t know how to do that Lo. I don’t like my body, I don’t like the way I look. I can’t shut my brain off to not think about my stomach that has rolls and stretch marks and my arms that flap in the wind if I raise them. Or how my thighs-.”

              “Enough! The only thing you need to worry about is what I think. The next time you say something bad about yourself you will find yourself turned over my knee so fast you won’t know what happened. I’m not talking about this anymore.”

              “Lo, but I…” Lo slid his hand over my mouth and his other slid into my panties cupping my mound.

              “No more talking. I’ve said all that needs to be said.”

              Lo slid his finger inside me and circled my clit. “Open your legs wider.”

              I spread my legs, and Lo kissed me long and deep. “Good girl.”

              He moved down my body, squatting in between my legs, pulling my panties off. “I need to taste you.”

              My body did a full tremor, feeling my desire build inside me. Lo lowered his head, kissing up my thighs. His mouth reached my mound, licking the length of my slit, parting it open with his fingers. I could feel my orgasm building and Lo hadn’t even really touched me yet. I bucked my hips, trying to get Lo to speed up, I needed to find my release. It had been too long since I had been with a man.

              Lo’s low chuckled penetrated through my haze of desire and I looked down at him. “Are you laughing at me?” I bucked my hips again, trying to get Lo to stop laughing and back to business.

              “How long has it been babe?” Lo said as he stroked my clit, bringing me closer to my release.

              “Too long, Lo. Please.” I was not above begging at this point. Lo had started a fire inside me and he was the only one that was going to be able to put it out.

              “How long?” Lo stopped stroking my clit. I knew he wasn’t going to start again until I answered his question.

              “Since I had sex, six years. Since someone ate me out, eight years.” God, this was so embarrassing.

              “Holy fuck. It’s like you’re a fucking virgin. You’re tight little hole is probably going to squeeze my dick off.” Lo pumped his finger inside me and a spasm racked my whole body.

              “Logan, please I need…” My voice trailed off as Lo lowered his mouth to my pussy and started sucking and licking, making me feel things that I had never felt before.

              As his tongue circled my clit, he added another finger to my hole, pumping in and out of me. I rocked my hips up and down, trying to find my release. I could feel it building, driving me close to the edge, wanting to fall over.

              I was whimpering and moaning begging Lo. “Please! Oh god, Lo faster. Yes!” I really had no control over what I was saying. I was just trying to feel everything.

              Lo speed up his fingers and started flicking my clit with this tongue and I knew it was only a matter of seconds before I exploded.

              Lo nipped my clit with his teeth then sucked it into his mouth and I exploded. I screamed out his name as I clawed at the sheets as Lo worked my clit giving me the longest orgasm I have ever had.