I WAKE UP IN A panic, looking around a cold, dark room. It takes a few minutes for my eyes to adjust enough to see that the room is unfamiliar.
Fear sets in until I look over to the right to see Royal sitting in a chair with his face buried in his hands. His long, messy hair is hanging over his inked hands, his shoulders slumped in defeat: a beautiful, but heartbreaking sight to take in. It makes my chest hurt at the realization of what he told me earlier at the lake, and I have a feeling that he’s still lost in his thoughts over his loss. Seeing him in pain almost physically hurts me.
“I’m sorry,” I say softly, while sitting up. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep and intrude. I should go. I’ll go find Jax and ask for a ride.”
Royal looks up from his hands and rubs his hand down his mouth. He clears his throat and reaches beside him for a bottle of whiskey. “Go back to sleep. You’re fine.”
Getting comfortable against the headboard, I watch him as he tilts the bottle back and takes a long swig. “I’m not really tired anymore. I can go upstairs and watch TV so you can have your bed back at least.”
I get ready to get out of his bed, but his command stops me, making my heart jump from the firmness of his voice. “Stay.”
Keeping his eyes on me, he slowly stands up and strips out of his shirt, tossing it aside. My heart begins racing with unwanted desire as my eyes gradually trail over his firm body, bit by bit, taking it all in; every inch of pure inked muscle. This man is undeniably beautiful, and I could spend hours just admiring the art of his body and tattoos and never grow tired.
My eyes follow his hands as they lower down his body to undo his jeans, before pushing them down his tattooed legs. Watching him take them off sends a surge of excitement through me and I find myself wanting to just reach out and touch this man. The feeling makes my chest ache with need.
I can’t pull my eyes away as he walks over to the opposite side of the bed and crawls in beside me. That’s when I notice the scars on his right thigh, just below his black boxer briefs.
My heart drops as I take in the three, long, jagged lines. Without thinking, I reach out and run my fingers across them. “How did you get these?”
Grabbing my wrist, he pulls it away and squeezes it. “A knife.”
My eyes widen at his confession, and I get this strong urge to just reach out and comfort him and let him know just how beautiful every inch of his body truly is; the scars included. I have to fight with everything in me not to ask him why or how. I want to know everything about this man and why he is the way he is: dark and demanding.
Feeling a small bit of confidence, I crawl in between his legs and grip his thighs, watching his reaction as I run my hand over his scars again. Feeling his legs flex under my touch has my stomach doing somersaults and my breathing uneven.
His eyes leisurely close and a deep growl escapes him as I move my hand higher up his thigh to the top of the first scar.
“Watch yourself, Avalon.” I squeeze his thighs, just wanting to feel him. Right now, I could care less about the consequences. This man gets my heart pumping unlike anything or anyone else. “Dammit, you’re fucking pushing it.”
For some odd reason, a part of me wants to know what he’ll do if I continue to push it. Taking a deep breath and holding it, I slowly move both of my hands up his strong thighs, stopping just below his thick erection. I allow my fingers to trace the outline.
“Fuck!” He yells.
Next thing I know, his hands are on me and I’m somehow below him on the mattress, with our faces only inches apart.
Gripping my thigh with one hand, he opens my legs wide and presses his body between them, squeezing my thigh so hard that it hurts.
I feel his lips next to my ear as he captures both of my wrists in one hand and holds them above my head with force. “If I fuck you . . . I will hurt you. Every fucking inch of this beautiful body will crave to be touched by me . . . devoured by me, and I can’t promise you more than one night, so stop.”
“Oh yeah,” I challenge, feeling my heart pumping with adrenaline. “What makes you so sure of that? Maybe all I want is one taste.” I tangle my hands into his hair and tug on it, pulling his neck to the side. “Maybe you’re just afraid that you’ll want it more than once, or maybe you don’t fuck as good as you look.”
I almost regret that last part and can’t believe that I actually had the balls to say it. I don’t apologize though. Instead, I search his eyes, demanding a response.
His eyes stay on mine for a heated moment, burning me from the inside out and making my whole body flush, before he bites my bottom lip and sucks it into his mouth. The feeling of his beard rubbing my lips surprisingly turns me on, mixed with the pain of his mouth and I find my body already lashing out, wanting more, so I bite him back when he tries pulling away.
Releasing my hands and grabbing my face with one hand, he yanks my jeans down my legs with force and tosses them aside. Lifting me up, he flips us, leaving me to straddle his lap, then tangles his hands into the back of my hair and thrusts his hips into me, hard. So hard that I bounce out of his lap and fall back down, my breath getting knocked out of me.
I let out a loud moan, just imagining the way it would feel to actually have him inside of me. He’s so thick and long that a part of me is almost afraid it will hurt. Pushing me down against him as roughly as he can, he thrusts his hips a few times, grinding his erection against my now aching pussy. His rhythm has me almost dying above him, and I can tell by the satisfied look in his eyes and his devilish grin that he knows he has me right where he wants me: hot and ready to lose myself to him.
His grip on my hair tightens as he yanks my head back and bites my neck, thrusting against me again, his erection driving between my wet lips. That’s all it takes for me to lose it, my pussy clenching hard as my whole body shakes in his arms and I scream out his name.
He waits until my orgasm is done, before tossing me down beside him. “Now go to sleep. I’ve been drinking all fucking night so don’t test me.”
Swallowing hard and rubbing my hands over my face, I turn around and face the wall, surprised at how easily and hard he just made me come that I can still feel myself throbbing and aching for more. I’m not ready to go to sleep yet.
“What about you?” I ask softly.
Grabbing my shoulder, he turns me around. “What about me?”
I swallow and look down at his painfully hard erection. “Don’t you need release?”
Letting out a long breath, he pushes down on his cock. “If you touch me, I will end up fucking you. My head is too fucked up right now to keep any restraint. It’s best if we both just go to sleep.”
Reaching up to yank my shirt off, I swallow back my nerves and meet his eyes. “No one said that I have to touch you.”
Growling out, he sits up on his knees and grips my neck, rubbing his thumb over it. He lightly squeezes it, while reaching behind me with his other hand and undoing my bra, letting it fall down to reveal my bare breasts.
His eyes devour my tits as he runs a hand through his hair in frustration. “Fuck, Avalon. Are you still drunk? What the fuck are you doing to me right now?”
I arch my back to give him easier access to my body as he pulls his bottom lip into his mouth and admires my bare flesh. “Maybe just a little, but not enough to not know what I’m doing.”
My heart is pounding so fast right now that I wouldn’t be surprised if Royal could see it with each beat or even feel it from his closeness. I’ve never been this bold before, but he has a way of making me want to do things that I never have before.
“Fucking shit . . .” He releases my neck and backs away from me to get a better look. “Fucking perfection.”
Grabbing my panties with both hands, he rips them open at the side and yanks them from my body, causing me to grip onto the blanket in surprise as I slide down it.
His teeth dig into his bottom lip and he moans as he spreads my legs open, baring my slick, wet pussy to him. “So fucking beautiful.”
Having his dark eyes on me makes me feel an instant rush throughout my body. I can feel myself starting to sweat as I wait for his next move. I want him to touch me so damn bad, almost as much as I want to touch him.
Lowering the front of his tight briefs, he pulls his thick erection out and wraps his strong hand around it, stroking it. I swear I about die just from the sight of it. “Touch yourself,” he growls out.
With my whole body heated by the sight of him touching himself, I lower my hand between my legs and follow his command. The faster I move and the louder I moan, the faster and harder he seems to stroke himself.
Holy hell . . . What a dangerously beautiful sight.
I lick my lips and moan out as a drop of his pre-cum slides down the tip of his dick, coating his head as he continues to stroke it so damn good that I find myself on the brink of another orgasm.
It’s not from my own pleasure or the way I’m touching myself. Honestly, I’ve always had a hard time finding any kind of orgasm. It’s the way that he touches himself and knows how to pleasure so well that has me clenching and screaming out.
“Oh my God . . . Yes, Royal . . .” I pant. I close my eyes and shake as my orgasm rolls through me. I don’t open my eyes again until I hear him growl out in pleasure and feel his warm cum hit my breasts.
“Fucking shit.” Taking a deep breath, Royal reaches his free hand behind my neck and pulls me closer to him with force, stroking out every last drop of his release.
Releasing his still hard cock, he runs both his hands through his hair, while breathing heavily.
I can’t help but to keep my eyes on him in wonder as he gets off the bed and reaches for his shirt to clean me up. Our eyes meet, but neither one of us speaks.
After cleaning me off, he stands up and starts cleaning himself off.
Seeing him standing there, breathing hard, with his dick in his hand and his eyes closed is so damn beautiful. I get an ache in my chest because I can’t just reach out and touch him. I want to so badly, but don’t want to push him anymore tonight.
“Now we can go to sleep,” I say shakily.
Clenching his jaw, he walks out of his room still naked.
I lay here for twenty minutes, before realizing that there’s rock music softly coming from the room next door. I’m assuming he’s in the same room that I walked in on him that first night: his workout room. He’s most likely working out his frustrations and a part of me feels bad that I may have just caused him more.
I really don’t know what came over me tonight, and I’m hoping that I wake up tomorrow with a clear head and realize that it was just the alcohol and lack of orgasm speaking.
Taking a long breath, I close my eyes and lay here restless for what feels like forever, until I finally end up dozing off, feeling a bit ashamed, yet completely turned on by him at the same time.