Christy
“Okay,” I said, a shiver going down my spine at his forcefulness.
I wouldn’t lie and say that I wasn’t the slightest bit afraid at his intensity, because I was. The way his eyes were burning into mine, like they had hold of them and wouldn’t let go, was disconcerting, to say the least. How could I say no to him when he was like that?
As quickly as any fear came into my body, it quickly fled when his gaze changed into a different kind of passion. He tilted his head down and kissed me, an entire conversation occurring between our parted lips as we struggled to find the right way to express what we were thinking. When he pulled back, for the first time that night, I managed to relax.
King turning up at my door wasn’t that much of a surprise. I had almost expected him to come over again, though I would’ve preferred if it weren’t in the middle of the night. His heavy stare when I opened the door had me on edge immediately. I just knew Rossi must have said something to him, because he was worked up as hell, charging into my home like a caged bull.
I’d agreed to keep my head down, but that was more for his reassurance than anything. I wasn’t completely certain what I was going to do, but I knew that King wouldn’t be able to talk me out of anything. It didn’t really matter how much I’d grown to care for him. I needed to get my life back in order, and he couldn’t interfere with that. Besides, I knew he didn’t tell me everything he knew anyway, so I didn’t have to tell him everything either.
“What did he say to you?” I asked finally, hoping he’d at least come clean about why he was so agitated.
“I already told you,” he grunted, letting go of me and taking a few steps backward. “He told me to tell you he wanted to see you.”
“That’s not everything, though.” King wasn’t meeting my eyes completely, and I could tell there was pent up frustration rolling off of him in waves.
“He was very… colorful with his thoughts on you and when you two used to… sleep together.”
My lips twitched, and I couldn’t quite hide the small snicker than came out and the subsequent giggle.
“You think I’d ever have sex with him? What do you take me for?”
Things were starting to make a little more sense. He was jealous, plain and simple. As flattering as it was, I couldn’t let it distract me. King was a very controlling man in every part of his life and, while I could take it in the bedroom, I didn’t appreciate his dominance out of it.
A small smile finally graced King’s lips as he turned back to me.
“I wasn’t lying when I said he was threatening you. You have to be careful.” Of course, I did. But King could go out and do whatever the hell he wanted to do, and it was okay. The double standard was really getting a little old by now. So, he was allowed to spend all his time cozying up to the enemy, while I had to just sit at home, twiddling my thumbs and waiting for King to bring back good news.
That wasn’t happening.
“I am being careful,” I said slowly. “I’ve been gathering proof to use against Rossi. Isn’t that what you’ve been trying to get me to do from the beginning? Be calm, have a plan, and get some evidence. That’s what you keep telling me.”
“What proof? Are you crazy? This is the perfect way to get their attention!”
“I told you I was being careful,” I said annoyed. “Why can’t you just believe me?”
“I do believe you,” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Proof about what?”
That brought a smile to my lips. Maybe he would be on board.
“I’m getting proof that Rossi is the one that set up the robbery at Diamond Castle. Look, I know it sounds crazy that he’d do that to his own club, but– “
The suddenly hard look on his face made me pause momentarily.
“What?” I asked.
“You need to leave the robbery and Rossi alone,” he said cryptically.
Jesus, was he serious? This just about confirmed my suspicions that King was planning to go after the robbers alone and just wanted me out of the way. They’d attacked him. I got it. But he couldn’t do everything by himself. He couldn’t push me out of everything and expect to figure everything out on his own.
“No. I can get information that you can’t. I can do things you can’t. Don’t try and stop me. You won’t be able to.”
“Fuck, Christy.”
He strode forward once more and pulled me into his arms.
“Why can’t you just listen?” he growled.
The mood had shifted now, and I looked up at him with a softened expression.
“Have you met me?” I smiled lightly, and he returned it, albeit less enthusiastically.
He placed his lips on mine again, this time more of a gentle caress. It was the softest kiss that we’d ever shared and it ignited a different kind of passion within me. My hands reached up and landed lightly on his shoulders, while his hands moved to cup my face in, dare I say it, an almost loving way.
I pulled back, but seemed to only be able to go so far as to rest my forehead against his.
“King,” I breathed.
“Christy.” I was being pulled tighter against him, and I didn’t have the willpower to keep out of his warm embrace. I recognized the look in his eyes. It may not be the crazed look he usually had, but it was just as wanting and just as lustful.
“Are we really going to do this again?” I asked tiredly.
Even as I spoke those words, I felt his wandering hands slide up to the bare skin of my stomach and work their way up under my tank. King began to place brief and light kisses on the side of my face, moving around to my earlobe, which earned itself a little nibble, and then down my neck.
My hands slipped from his shoulders to behind his head as I held him to me, but it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough with King.
“I don’t know,” he finally replied, continuing his assault of chaste kisses. “Are we?”
I hated it when he turned it around like that. As if I would ever be able to resist him.
With a small nudge for his head to leave my neck, I latched my lips onto his again, in response.
Before I could deepen it any further, he moved away and, in one quick move, lifted me up into his arms, a hand under my knees and another around my back. For stability, I locked my arms behind his neck again and lay comfortably in his arms as he led us to the bedroom. I had somehow learned to completely trust the man, and that was something that still shocked me from time to time.
King sat me down on the edge of the bed and knelt down before me so we were the same height. Things were going to be different this time; I could feel it in the air.
He quickly slipped my tank top over my head, leaving my chest bared to him. King started licking and biting and kissing me straight away. My nipples had risen to attention, but he was ignoring them for now, cupping and kneading my big mounds of flesh. With a long, wet lick to the underside of my breast, I’d had enough.
I shimmied back on the bed, until my back had hit the headboard and waited for King to follow. It didn’t take him more than a moment to plant a knee in the bed and make his way over to me. He always spent so much time exploring my body that I ached to return the favor. My hands reached for the hem of his shirt, and he didn’t stop me as I pulled it over his head.
Getting up on my knees, I placed my arms around his neck and pulled myself to him, leaning into his ear.
“Will you let me explore?”
“Yeah, baby. I’m all yours.”
I smiled at that, his words getting to me more than they should.
“Lie down.”
He didn’t hesitate as he lay on his back, and I was able to straddle him. I’d never put too much focus on his body, other than noting the fact that it was built like a rock. He had a light dusting of hair down his chest, a scar around the size of my forefinger that stretched down his left side, dark nipples, and perfectly chiseled abs.
I started with his nipples first, sucking and nibbling them. My fingers had subconsciously begun to rake down his spine, and I felt a low rumble that seemed to emanate from his chest. I didn’t give in, though, continuing to the other nipple.
King was holding my hips with his hands, pulling me tightly against him. I was moving down his chest now, licking a trail over his abs and further down, to the waistband of his jeans.
I unbuttoned, unzipped, and wiggled his jeans down his legs. As always, he wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and his erection sprung forth, as high and hard as ever. I didn’t pause at the sight, though, as much as I was licking my lips. Continuing until his jeans were finally off, I threw them somewhere behind me with little interest. I took off my own shorts, and we were finally both naked and ready.
King still hadn’t moved to take control, something that I appreciated more than he’d ever know. I worked my way back up to the steel rod between his legs and gave it a good long lick from base to tip. My delight at causing King to buck his hips was all-encompassing. Both of my hands curled around his length and began a slow and deliberate stroke, creating a steady rhythm that caused his breathing to increase. King had closed his eyes, but as soon as my mouth blew a breath of hot air over the tip, they shot open.
While maintaining eye contact, I took him a little further in my mouth. His hot gaze was enough to send a spark of desire to my stomach and caused me to rub me legs together.
I could tell King was reaching his limit, but I didn’t want to stop yet.
“Come here,” he demanded.
Releasing him from my mouth, I crawled up his body, until we were face to face.
“I want you to sit on my face.”
His words sent another jolt through me, and I obeyed immediately, swinging my legs around, so that I was straddling his face, and my head was at his cock again.
With his first lick of my wet core, I bucked my hips in pleasure. I found myself unable to move after that, since King was holding my ass and grinding my netherlips to his face. He was lapping at me, stabbing into me with his tongue.
My groans were muffled since my mouth was occupied, but I couldn’t stop just yet. I took him deeper into my throat, using my nails to, ever so gently, scrape across his balls, rolling his sac. King rewarded me instantly, biting down on my clit and causing me to release a strained cry. I convulsed into his mouth, but he kept on licking through my orgasm. Even as I came down from my high, he kept going, spreading me with his hands and working me up again.
I wanted more this time. I rolled off of King and positioned myself so that I was straddling his hips.
“Sorry, King. I need you in me.”
Lifting myself onto my knees, I held the crown of his cock in my hand and slid it inside me an inch. I had to pause at that, panting as I used my inner muscles to push myself lower on him. King was panting too, his hands on my hips, trying not to slam me down on him.
“You’re gonna have to hurry it up a little, baby.”
I moved down another inch, my slippery juices coating him and easing my passage as I sank down on him. Happy with my progress, I didn’t even realize that King had reached his limit. With one forceful pull, he slammed me onto him, burying his entire length inside me. I froze, impaled on him, trying to get accustomed to him inside me from that angle. It didn’t take long before I started lifting myself up and down. I clenched around him with every downward stroke, and King began to thrust up to meet me.
My nails raked over his chest, but the contact wasn’t anywhere near enough. I bent down to kiss him again, a long, wet, and sloppy kiss that mimicked the rhythm of our hips.
“I’m close,” I whispered into his mouth.
“Can I take over?” he asked.
My heart seemed to swell almost painfully inside my chest at his question. I nodded softly, placing one last kiss on his lips.
King curled an arm around my waist and then flipped us over, with him still buried inside me. He started a slow pace now, seeming to fill me more resolutely as his weight pressed on me. My legs were locked around his backside, heels digging into him and urging him on. He didn’t need any encouragement, thrusting into me long, hard, and deep. He slowly increased his pace, his eyes never leaving mine.
I’d never felt physically or emotionally closer to him, and I loved it. My climax seemed to creep up in an unassuming wave, until it crashed over me, and I had to close my eyes against the onslaught.
Our sweaty bodies still slid over each other in perfect harmonization, as I squeezed every last drop of King’s desire from him. He slumped on me for a moment and started to roll off me, but my locked legs kept him in place.
“You can’t breathe,” he protested.
“Yes, I can.” My eyes remained closed, as my heartbeat pounded in my ears. I could fell the rise and fall of King’s chest, a reassuring weight on top of me.
“Just for a moment,” I said.
King relaxed further onto me, connected to me in every way in this peaceful moment that stretched into another and another.