As I ran for the bathroom to brush my teeth, I heard the sound of King’s footsteps pounding behind me. His toothbrush was already laying on my sink, so I handed it to him and grabbed mine. Once I had it, he squeezed toothpaste on my brush beforedoing his own. We took turns running water over them, then began brushing at the same time, grinning bubbly smiles at each other the whole time.
He spit first, then I took my turn, rinsed my brush, and turned, ready to lead him back to my bedroom. He caught me around the waist, backed me into the wall, and waggled his eyebrows. “You ready?” he asked.
A breathy, “Yes,” escaped my mouth seconds before his lips gently brushed mine. Kingston Porter. My King was kissing me.Me!It was like my biggest fantasy come to life.
Unable to contain myself, I flung my arms around his neck and jumped, trusting that he would catch me—which he did. Face to face, a goofy smile spread across both our faces, then we leaned in. Like everything King did, he was soft and careful—tasting me, letting me taste him, and guiding our tongues in a dance like none I’d ever experienced before.
Who even knows how long we made out before he groaned and spun us so that my back was against the wall. Pulling back, he smiled sweetly, pecked me quickly, then helped my legs drop back to the floor. As soon as I had my footing, he tugged his shirt over his head, dropping it beside us.
I bopped on my toes. “Oh, we’re doing this now?”
Smirking, he pushed his sweatpants and underwear lower, showing me more of that delicious happy trail. My mouth watered. He wiggled his hips. “No time like the present.”
“Who are you and what have you done with my King? How didn’t I know you’d be so…so…so bold?”
The corner of his lips twitched in that shy smile I was more accustomed to, and he shrugged. “This is all you.” He licked his lips. “What I saw in your dream made me realize that I’d been holding back for no reason, and…” He blew out a breath. “Things are about to get intense from what my grandparents said, and I want us to…connect on our own first.”
Fuckin’ swoon.This man. “Yes, yes, we should do that.” Frantically, I pulled my shirt off and bent down, shoving off my own pants and underwear. As I stood back up, I came face to face with King’s cock, standing hard and thick. “Holy?—”
He gripped me under my armpits and helped me straighten, shoving my back against the wall to support me. He claimed my lips in another kiss, this time engulfing me. My hands made their way into the dark, tight curls on his chest, and he leaned farther down, palming my butt cheeks. He was so big and warm.
He pulled back slowly, and with a mischievous smirk, dropped to his knees. His gaze met mine. “May I?”
I nodded quickly, multiple times because—fuck, King was on his knees for me. “Yes, yes. Yes. Yes. Please.”
He snickered, leaning in and nosing around my balls. His hot breath warmed my skin, and I went harder than I’d ever been in my life. Dear god, goddess, whoever, this was amazing. His tongue joined the party, and I gripped his head, staring down, wanting to observe and remember every minute of this.
In my fantasies, I’d made the first moves, I’d given him direction, and led him along. But he didn’t need my help. Every move of his mouth on my cock was magical, drawing out feelings and emotions in a way sex never had before. His mouth opened over the head of my dick, and his gaze met mine as he waggled his eyebrows, and then he engulfed me with a moan of his own.
I’d thought King’s gran calling me, then him spending the day with me and coming home with me had made it the greatest day of my life. But I was so far off base.Wrong.
As he bobbed and sucked, one strong hand rolling my balls while the other clutched at my thigh, I finally understood why Chance had always preferred a relationship with someone who cared about him over all of the countless hook-ups I’d indulged in.
This wasn’t just sex. It wasn’t only about coming. This was intimacy. King was being open and vulnerable to me in ways I didn’t know he was capable of, and I didn’t want to take over or demand my own way. I wanted everything he was willing to give to me.
His hand moved from my thigh to between his legs, and he growled deep in his throat. Sucking me harder, deeper while his arm pumped the same rhythm. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen, and I wanted more. I wanted to taste him, too, but other than the sighs and groans slipping past my lips, I couldn’t get another word out. I was too lost in this. In him. In us.
“Shit. King,” I finally got out and gasped as I felt my orgasm working its way up. He hummed around me, the vibration pulling me that much closer to the edge. My eyelashes fluttered closed, and King grunted loudly, faltering around my cock for a moment, and I knew that he’d come.
It didn’t take more than that for my cum to burst from my body, coating the inside of his mouth. He hummed, chuckling quietly as he slid off of me, taking every last drop. His forehead rested against my thigh as mine fell back against the wall with a thunk, and I stroked my fingertips across his temples.
“Damn, King. That was…”
His lips brushed against my skin before he looked up at me with a big grin on his face. “Hot.”
A giggle rose up, escaping me. “Yes, like an inferno.”
He sat his butt back on his heels. “Let me clean you up. Where’s a washcloth?”
Still wrung out, I felt around on the wall next to me, finding a towel I knew was hanging there and dropping it onto his face.
King snorted, tugging it down. “Nice, Sky.” He moved toward me, then stopped. “The fuck?”
That was such a me phrase that I started to laugh until I saw the towel hovering near my thigh, his eyes wide in shock. Panicfound a place in my stomach again. “King. Kingston. What’s wrong?”
He threw the cotton to the side and stroked a finger over the crescent moon birthmark near the inside crevice of my thigh. His gaze lifted to mine. “Sky,” he said, but it sounded like a question. He tugged on my hand, jerking me down beside me and spreading his legs.
“Seriously,” I said, chuckling. “I’m game if…” My voice trailed off as I saw what he was pointing to on his thigh in the exact same spot as mine.
