Page 13 of Reckless King

Fuck. She’s killing me. “I’ll make sure you feel it, beautiful. Every second.” Then my mouth is back on hers, and both of my hands find their way to her hair as I take control of the kiss, angling her to get deeper, to taste more of her. She clutches at my shirt and tries to shimmy closer.

I release my hold on her hair, only to grip her hips. She gasps as I lift her and deposit her on my lap so she’s straddling me, her pussy centered over the hard ridge of my erection. Her eyelids flutter shut, and she clings to my shoulders as I use my hold on her to rock her against me. Even with the material of my pants and whatever skimpy underwear she’s wearing between us, the heat of her seeps through.

I force down visions of pulling down my fly, dragging her panties to the side and thrusting up into her. I want to. I fucking want to feel her wrapped around me. But this is about her gratification, not mine. And though I’m certain I could have her crying out as she comes all over my dick, that isn’t what she needs. After the high of her orgasm, she’d remember where we are. She’d be embarrassed. That’s the last thing I want.

So I won’t fuck her. I’ll give her what she needs, what she’s asked for, but I won’t take more than that.

With my lips on her throat once more, I drag my mouth along her satin-smooth skin, then suck lightly on the spot where her pulse is now hammering. Keeping one hand on her hip, I use the other to push inside the bodice of her dress and cup her breast. She’s not wearing a bra, and the hard point of her nipple presses against my palm.

“Oh god,” she breathes as I roll the tight little peak between my fingers. When I tug on it, she bucks against me, her lips parting on a whimper. For the first time, the anonymity of the club bothers me. I want to see her face. I want to see the pleasure written there as I touch her. I could take her to a private room. We could remove our masks. Hell, I could even ask her name. Tell her mine. Make sure it’s the only word on her lips when she comes for me. But I’ve never done anything like that. Not here. That’s not what this place is about. So I shove the urge aside and give her nipple one last pinch, enjoying her sharp gasp as she bucks against me. Then I drop my hand to her ass so I can gather her skirt and pull it up. Not too far. Not enough to expose her to the people nearby. The people likely watching. Just enough that I can slide my hand underneath to cup the cheek left exposed by her tiny thong.

I flex my fingers. But as incredible as her ass feels, I don’t linger there for long, tracing the thin scrap of fabric over the curve of her hip straight to the heat between her legs. A sharpsurge of lust flares up my spine when I find a spot that’s already damp. I press my thumb against it. “Fuck, you’re wet, butterfly,” I grit out. “Soaking through these tiny panties for me.”

She drops her head to my shoulder as if she’s embarrassed. But I grasp her hair with my free hand and tilt her face back up.

“Do you need me to touch your pretty little clit? Fill that tight pussy with my fingers? Ease some of the ache?”

She swallows hard and darts a glance over my shoulder, probably looking to see if anyone’s watching. I cup her jaw, focusing her attention back on me.

“They don’t matter. All that matters is what you came here for. I’m going to relax you, beautiful, get rid of some of that stress you’re under. And you’re going to let me. We both know that’s what you need.” I press my lips to the corner of her mouth, then to the spot just below her ear. “If you tell me yes, I’ll make you come so hard you’ll be feeling the echo of it for days.”

Her breath leaves her in a rush. “Yes. God, yes. Please.”

“Good girl.” I claim her mouth again while I slip my fingers under the edge of her thong. Her breath hitches as I dip lower, finding smooth, soft skin, then slippery heat. I can’t help but groan as I press lightly against her already swollen clit.

I nip at her bottom lip and savor the way she gasps as I move my hand lower and skim her entrance, then circle it. She’s fucking dripping, more than ready to take me. She jerks at the contact, and I swallow the stunted cry she lets out when I slide one finger into her. Her hot, wet cunt grips me as I ease in and out, willing her muscles to relax enough that I can add a second. Once again, the urge to pull out my cock and drag her onto it lashes at me. She’s so fucking tight, I’d need to work her down onto me. She’d like it, though; I’d make sure of it. I’d hold her wrists behind her back, make her take?—

Fuck. I clench my eyes shut. That’s not going to happen. My dick throbs in protest, and I grip her hip to get her movingagainst me again. Not too hard. Just enough that she rocks onto my finger and against my swollen shaft at the same time. Just to ease the pressure and let me claw back some control.

Soon, she’s taking over the movement herself. I let go of her hip, and with a hand at her nape to hold her in place, I watch her. Fucking gorgeous. She looks almost drunk—her lids at half-mast, lips parted. Now that she’s relaxed and found her own rhythm, I slide another finger inside her. Then I twist and stroke while pressing my palm to her clit. Those pretty blue eyes of hers close completely in response, and she whimpers as I move faster, arching her back and thrusting her chest toward me.

More than happy to accommodate her wordless request, I pull the neckline of her dress down to expose one perfect breast, ensuring it’s the one that will be least visible to any observers. I resist the urge to suck on her flawless skin, mark her with my teeth, give her a memento to take home with her. Instead, I lower my head, take her tightly furled nipple between my lips and lightly bite down on it.

“Oh my god.” Her hips jerk again, burying my fingers even deeper inside her.

I want more of those reactions. I want to hear her gasps and moans. To see her fall apart for me. I spread my legs wider to give myself better access, and then I drift my free hand down the cleft of her ass, push aside the tiny scrap of material and circle the tight little pucker between her cheeks.

She freezes, but I don’t. I keep the hand between her legs moving, and after a few moments, she relaxes again, her rhythm picking back up. The way her body is tightening around me tells me she’s close, so I curve my fingers until they press against her front wall with every stroke in and out. I find her clit with my thumb and brush lightly over it. The moment I give her more pressure there, she’ll tip right over the edge, but I’m not ready to let her go yet. “Hands behind you, butterfly.”

She hesitates for only a moment before she obeys. After one last tease between the cheeks of her ass, I use that hand to grip her wrists and hold her down on my fingers, hold her still. My dick is so hard underneath her it’s throbbing almost painfully. Even my balls are drawn up tight. Every part of me wants to be inside her for what comes next. But unfortunately, only my fingers are going to experience it.

I add a third, and she inhales sharply at the stretch.

“Relax, you can take it. It’s going to feel so good when you come.” I tug on her wrists, forcing her back to bow and her breasts to push forward. Then I drop my head and draw her hard nipple into my mouth.

Jesus. She’s strangling me. Her breaths are coming fast and heavy, interspersed by whimpers every time I suck on that tight little peak. I release her with a pop and look up at her, loosening my grip on her wrists just enough to let her move. “Ride my fingers.”

Her hips work, rocking over my lap. A thin sheen of sweat coats her chest, and the tips of her hair cling to her damp skin. I give her clit a little more pressure with my thumb, then latch on to the tight point of her nipple again, sucking hard, making her body spasm around me. She’s almost there. This pretty little butterfly’s done so well for me. She deserves the orgasm I’m going to give her.

By now, she’s so lost in the pleasure she no longer cares about where she is or who might be watching. The same can’t be said of me. The thought of someone else—most likely more than one someone—watching her come apart for me has tension knotting the back of my neck. I should have taken her to a private room. Kept this moment all to myself.

Hindsight’s a fucking bitch.

She’s rolling her hips and grinding her pussy onto my fingers. Her muscles tighten further, and she drops her head to myshoulder again, as if she can no longer hold it up. Fuck. I suck in deep breaths, willing myself to keep it together. This is far from the first time I’ve finger-fucked a woman, but it’s the first time I’ve been this close to blowing my load without having at least a hand working my dick in return. I’m done playing with her now. I need her to shatter for me.

I turn my head, mouth grazing the shell of her ear. “Your needy little clit is all swollen and wet, butterfly. Do you want to come now?”

“Yes,” she moans. “Please, yes.”

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