Page 70 of Kings of Desire
His teeth gently grazed my panties, drawing them slowly down over my thighs, revealing the place he craved so badly to explore as an electric storm seemed to be igniting within me.
‘You have twenty more seconds to relax,’ he flashed that fucking piercing again straight after looking at the countdown on his phone -6:20.
But how could I ever be relaxed at a time like this, when my heart seemed to have moved into my ears, pumping so loud that I was convinced that he could hear it.
Before I knew it, the time was up, and his tongue slipped between my folds, brushing to search the full length of my core ‘You’re already so wet. This is going to be too easy,’ he smiled again, disappearing between my thighs again to move the metal in his tongue over that so needy nub.
I was in so much trouble, and I knew it from the first second. If when he first spoke I was convinced that no matter what, I could pull through this, now I seemed to be drowning in the 10 inches of water laying at my feet as his mouth was majestically working on me.
My eyes stared at the countdown, trying to focus only on the passing seconds, but each one of them seemed to be bringing a new sensation, building an anguish impossible to break.
Cole was groaning loudly as he was feasting on his gesture with his cat-like tongue, so deliciously rough that it was igniting every cell along its way.
I was in agony, and I was in ecstasy. 2:22 not sure if that was a good or a bad sign as I caught those exact numbers on the chronometer, but I couldn’t help but curse myself for not choosing 2, the day of my birthday. I would have been saved by now- or maybe not, because the instant he noticed me looking at the phone, his eyes also turned at the countdown. He was running out of time, and the concept of not winning did not fit with his plans, so without a second thought, his lips merged to nibble on my nub, removing me of all powers.
It was too much for me to handle as wave after wave of ecstasy were shaking my very last cell, weakening my knees to the point they turned to jelly. And then the finale blow under the belt -as he decided to slowly bite on my swollen flesh, bringing the hurricane that raised inside of me to finally break me. ‘So sweet,’ he whispered, finding the signs of my uncontained exhilaration. ‘Your tough, Mouse. I wouldn’t have suspected that you would last more than 3 minutes,’ he spoke as if in a blur while I found myself shipwrecked on his chest. I had lost, and the ticking of the phone was announcing my failure somewhere around a minute after my body was wrecked by euphoria.
‘My turn,’ he preened on my failure, drawing his body backward to hop onto the large rim of the tub. ‘Like you mean it, remember?’ The words seemed to be stuck in my mind since, in the end, it was a fair game. I lost.
‘Can we turn off the lights?’ I spoke, barely glinting at his aroused hardness that was so ready for me.
‘Funny how you didn’t want them turned off whileIwas attending you.’
I didn’t even realize what was happening, let alone figure things out to turn off the lights. It’s not like I dared to look at him anyway, when the embarrassment was hitting epic levels, pointing my eyes to stare at the timer...
‘No, we can’t,’ he continued annoyed by my request ‘I want to see you. I want to see you enjoy me.’
Like that could ever be possible...
I looked at him with disgust lingering on the top of my tongue. Yet, when it came down to what was happening, it was my choice. I knew what I was signing up for.
My head bowed in slow motion in search of his tip. Truth be told I had no idea what I truly needed to do, let alone enjoy it. I just gently made his length disappear between my lips, remembering the actions the blonde back at Brix’s glass room made to get her partner to ecstasy.
I needed this to be done with as soon as I could, so I was taking all precautions to do just that, guiding myself after each one of his groans.
I began moving up and down, gliding my tongue along him with each motion I made, slower at first, then faster and faster until his hand wrapped itself in my hair, guiding my exact moves.
He was mine now, and even if he was controlling my body, for a few seconds I was the one in control of him, having thekingin complete need of me.
In reality, I always thought that I would find this repulsive, forcing myself to resist the moments I needed to bring him to euphoria. but somehow, these exact moments, reflecting on each one of his facial expressions were low-key making me enjoy this. After all, he was so satisfied by making the same gesture just minutes ago.
With each one of my glides, I could see him become weaker and weaker, almost shocked by his body reactions ‘Look at me,’ he roared on the point of breaking, holding me in one place for a second to take a proper glimpse of me. Though I refused to look as all embarrassment flushed down on me, ashamed of the degrading position I found myself in. Still, by the lustful twinkle I found seconds later gleaming in his eyes, I was miles away from that ‘Eyes up,’ he ordered again and I couldn’t deny him any longer.
He had a message that I needed to hear loud and clear, infiltrating it into my system ‘I’m starting to believe that I will need you for much more than a month,’ he spoke ferally craving for me the moment my eyes raised to crash into his.
I just climbed the first steps to conquer his kingdom, yet I knew all too well that this particularkinghad a heart of stone.
His hand began moving again, guiding my head along with that perfectly shaped V-line thrusting against me. He was so close. I could feel it with his every throb, roaring his approaching release as one of his hands sneaked beneath my bra to play with my aching tip.
Suddenly, he pulled me in closer, jabbing himself so hard that I couldn’t breathe, with delirious movements building in seconds the bases of his release. I couldn’t withstand his hunger, trying to push him away even for a split second to catch my breath. Though it was impossible to move from his clutched hand as if I was only a rag doll in those moments with hot tears springing from my eyes, ruining the faded hints of makeup I had worn that day. The devil was feasting on my anguish, finding his strongest ecstasy between my tears as he continued to move, letting his warm liquid fill the insides of my mouth.
I instantly shook my head to be set free to dispose myself of the evidence of his elation, though the second he slipped himself out, he brought a hand under my chin to close back my mouth. His head shook in sign of a no, as I was to follow in his steps and swallow that liquid part of him.
Bolts of anger darted from my eyes, yet with no use as his hand didn’t release me before he considered the entire job was fully accomplished.
I rose out from the water, searching for my drenched panties in the tub, then slipping back into my clothes.
‘Are we done,’ I asked while looking into the mirror, trying to stop the tears from running down my face and somehow fix my makeup.
