Page 11 of Taking a King

“Garrett,” I moan. “I want you.”

“I know,” he whispers. “Soon.”

It’s a promise, I know. One I’m ready for him to fulfill. But instead of his hard cock teasing at my opening, I feel his mouth as he buries his face into my pussy from behind. I let out a startled gasp and grip the bed covers in both fists. I’m lost in a haze of sensation as Garrett feasts on me, lapping at my pussy while I do my best to stay up on my knees. I feel his hands on my thighs, spreading me wider so he can have more access. After the first brush of his tongue on my clit, I know it won’t be long before I’m coming again. I give myself over to the pleasure of Garrett’s mouth on me, licking and sucking me in all the right ways.

When the dam finally breaks, I cry out, burying my face into the bed to muffle the sound. Wave after wave of euphoria wash over me. Every heartbeat is a pulse of pleasure radiating out from between my thighs. As the spasms begin to ebb, Garrett’s mouth leaves my pussy and only his hands on my hips remain to let me know he’s still behind me.

“Now.”

That one word is the only warning I get before I feel his hard cock slide into me. My pussy, still feeling the aftershocks of my orgasm, spasms around his length. I let out a long, low moan at the pleasure of being filled again. The angle is different from before, sharper, more intense. I feel every inch of him inside me. He only gives me a second to adjust to the invasion before he begins to move. He goes slowly at first before building up speed. His fingers dig into my hips as he slams into me over and over. I cry out with each thrust, feeling the pressure start to build inside me all over again.

Without slowing, Garrett reaches up to my arm, tugging it behind me. He does the same with the other one, pulling them both behind my back. He holds them pressed lightly against the base of my spine while he fucks me. I turn my head to the side, my face pressed into the bed. I’m totally at Garrett’s mercy and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced. I can’t move, I can only lie there while he pounds into me from behind. His hold on my arms is firm, but gentle. I know he wouldn’t hurt me. If I wanted him to release me, I know he would. But I don’t want him to. I want to be at his mercy. I love knowing I’m his to use as he pleases. Plus, the steeper angle means I can feel him inside me in an entirely new way. He rams into me over and over, pulling me back toward him with each thrust of his hips. This time, when my orgasm hits me, I feel it in every cell of my body. I scream with the force of it and feel a fresh surge of moisture between my thighs. Garrett doesn’t stop or even slow down. If anything, he picks up speed.

“That’s it, Claire,” he grunts. “Come for me. Come hard. Good girl.”

His words and the guttural tone of his voice only heighten my own pleasure. I’m lost to a haze of sensation. I can hear my own cries mixed with Garrett’s dirty talk. It all combines to create a euphoria I’ve never experienced before. I hear Garrett’s loud groan signaling that he’s close to coming and I squeeze my inner muscles around his shaft. He pushes into me once, twice, three more times before holding me tight against him while he empties his load. Garrett releases my arms and slips out of me. I fall, boneless and utterly spent, facedown onto the bed.

After a few seconds, I feel the bed dip with his weight as he rejoins me. His hands are gentle when they brush my wild hair off my face. Garrett peers down at me.

“You okay?” The concern in his voice is sweet but misguided. Am I okay? I’m more than okay. I’m fantastic. I’m half-dead from orgasm overload. I may never be the same. I don’t know if I’ll ever recover. I don’t say any of that, though. I just give him an exhausted smile and nod.

“More than okay,” I say, finally shifting onto my side and leaning up on an elbow. I give him a quick kiss. “Be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”

I scramble out of bed and make my way to the bathroom to clean up. I study my reflection in the mirror for a few seconds, trying and failing to keep my grin at bay. It’s no use, though. My mouth spreads into a wide smile and a giddy thrill shoots through me at the memories of everything Garrett and I have done tonight. I can’t believe how much has changed in one short evening. I can’t wait to see what else is in store. I just have to deal with my meddling family first. My smile fades slightly at that thought, but even the memory of Ronan’s anger isn’t enough to dampen my happiness. I push him out of my mind and head back to my room. I’m not finished with Garrett Young tonight.

Chapter Six

Claire

I’ve never had a man sleep all night in my bed. That’s the first thought in my head when I wake up to Garrett’s arm slung across my chest and his heavy leg lying across one of my own. Apparently, he’s a cuddler. Who knew? I smile as I try to shift enough to extricate myself from his embrace without waking him. After a brief struggle, I eventually manage to scramble out of the bed. I’m surprised Garrett doesn’t wake, but maybe he’s just that exhausted. I stand there for a moment, studying him in the dim morning light seeping in through the window. He’s relaxed in sleep, his face missing the constant tension I’m so used to seeing. I like seeing this new side of him. I smile again and head for the bathroom.

Garrett’s still asleep when I get back and I crawl back into bed, careful not to wake him. I’m not normally a cuddler, but when he pulls me against him in his sleep and burrows his face into my neck, I relax into his embrace. Maybe I can cuddle for just a little while.

When I wake up again, it’s nearly 2 hours later and Garrett is no longer beside me. I hear the sound of running water in the bathroom and have just enough time to run my fingers through my tangled hair before Garrett walks back into the bedroom. He’s wearing a pair of black boxer briefs that I vaguely remember from last night.

He makes his way over to the bed and leans down to kiss my forehead.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” he says with a sexy grin.

Without warning, I wrap my arms around him and pull him down onto the bed with me. He rolls, pulling me with him until I’m on top of him.

“Now this is a proper good morning,” he says, squeezing my ass.

I smile at him. “Did you sleep okay?”

He blinks up at me, confused. “Sleep? Who slept? Some wild woman kept me up all night with her insatiable appetite.”

I try for outrage, but my smile doesn’t hold out for long. I shrug and move over to his side, one leg slung over his hips. He keeps a hand on my thigh, absently stroking my bare skin.

“It’s your fault for being too tempting,” I say, running a hand over his chest.

“Is that so?”

I nod. “Mm hmm.”

He doesn’t have a comeback for that one. We lie there quietly for a few minutes while I trail my fingers across the muscles in his abdomen, learning his body in the daylight now.

Garrett’s voice pulls me out of my daydream. “What is it?” He asks.

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