Rubbing soothing circles on my back, he said, “I’m not sure. But he knew that voice was mocking and belittling him. Heheardit as clearly as we did. It wasn’t like Ego or the others who continued to move through their dream like normal, with minor unseen irritations that were affecting their sleep.”
Shit. He was right. “So what should we do?”
“I think we should talk to him, too. Ask him if he knows who or what’s attacking him? Maybe help him wake up.”
“Can we do that?”
“We can’t, but Patchy might be able to. When we ask him to send us home, we come right out of the Dream-veil. Maybe we can ask him to send the stranger out of it first, then ourselves.”
I’d been feeling so helpless about this situation, but his idea made sense. It might even work. Moving up, I fused my mouth to King’s. “You’re brilliant,” I mumbled against his lips.
“It might not work.”
“But it might. You’re giving us an action step. A plan. Have I ever told you that I find your big brain extremely attractive?”
Before he answered, I smashed our lips together, plunging my tongue into his mouth and tasting him, picking up the minty flavor of toothpaste but also the unique underlying flavor of him. It had evolved since our first kiss, which had held the sharp bitterness of fear and the tartness of hesitation on top of the flavors he carried now. Like iron and honey, both strong and healing. That I could taste his transformation on his tongue was…intoxicating.
Every hook-up I’d ever had paled in comparison to being with this man. King was everything I never knew I needed, and I was so grateful for him. For this. For whatever it was we were becoming. Stretching out fully on top of him, I kissed a path down the side of his neck, over his clavicle to his nipple where I flicked my tongue over the little bud until it hardened.
“Sweetheart,” King whispered.
Looking up at him, I held his gaze as I took my time, slowly moving to his other pale pink nipple and lavishing it with the same focused attention. He grew heavy-lidded, carefully removing my glasses and laying them on the bedside table before tangling his big hands into my hair and cradling my head gently.
I really loved how tender and caring he was with me, and I wanted to be that safe space for him, too. He had so many revelations coming at him so quickly, and as awe-inspiring and incredible as they were, they all meant one thing…more responsibility.
It didn’t take knowing he’d been chosen by some deity for me to be confident that he’d be able to handle it. No matter what it took, he’d put in the work, practice, or study—whatever it took to fulfill his destiny—but he needed stress relief, the kind of bone-deep relaxation that came from a good orgasm. Now that his days and nights would be more full of thisotherworld that was more a part of ours than I could’ve ever imagined, he needed to shut off and empty his mind.
Selfishly, I needed it too.
I needed to turn off the feelings of guilt that had flooded me the last couple of days as I realized how inattentive I’d been toward my magic and relationships beyond King.
I needed to stop spending every second plotting and planning how I would make up all of my transgressions—real or perceived—no matter how big or small.
I needed the sound of that oppressive voice from the other night to stop ringing in my ears and dominating every other thought.
What I needed more than anything was to give King pleasure and find solace in being his sole focus. Moving down his body slowly, I mapped every dip and crevice, never breaking eye contact with this extraordinary man. As he twitched and panted under my ministrations, he gave me exactly what I needed—total fixation. “Sky.”
Soft. Quiet. Leisurely. Focused.
I continued my ministrations as I tugged and pulled, divesting both of us of our sleep clothes. “Sweetheart,” he moaned as I finally sprawled out, letting my erection pokeagainst the bristling hair on his right leg as I gripped his cock. A shiver worked down my spine at the proof of his desire. Hard and throbbing, precum leaked from the tip, making my mouth water as my hunger for this man obliterated any other wayward thoughts or fears.
As I lowered my head toward his dick, I grinned up at him cheekily. The smile he gave me back was adoring, dare I say loving, so I showed my appreciation—my thankfulness—by swallowing him down. His back arched reflexively as I held him in the moist cavern of my mouth, licking and stroking the thick ridge of his vein and humming my appreciation.
King exhaled sharply. The fingers in my hair tightened, pulled sharply with each buck of his hips as I bobbed on his cock, rolling his balls between my fingers, making him feel good and relishing in every gasp and moan. The louder he got, the more I rutted against his leg, using the friction of his hair to chase my own release while I brought him ever closer to his.
“Sky. I’m going to come,” he choked out, breaking eye contact and squeezing his eyelids closed for the first time. Redoubling my efforts, I gave him all I had until the salty tang of his release hit my tongue, gagging me as I stubbornly took every bit, swallowing it down as my reward. “Damn.”
Scrambling to my knees between his legs, I stroked my cock over where his lay limply against his stomach. Looking barely conscious, King peered at me, licking at his bottom lip like I had a reward he wanted, too. Who was I to deny him?
Moving swiftly up the bed, I jerked frantically over his face, feeling my whole body wrack with the upcoming orgasm when he opened his mouth in invitation. I groaned, fisting myself tighter. “Come on, sweetheart. Let me taste you,” he mumbled, opening wider like he couldn’t bear for me to miss my shot.
That was all it took. Cum shot out of me in spurts, and like a game of catch the popcorn, he adjusted, making sure he caughtevery drop on his tongue or lips. It was so fuckin’ hot I wanted to do it again.Now.
King’s hands landed on my shoulders, and he pulled me down and into him, locking our lips back together, licking the remnants of our combined cum off of my tongue. It was exactly what I’d been needing. It was everything.
When we finally broke the kiss, King tilted his head, staring at me with curiosity. “What was that for?”
“You deserved it.” When a frown started to crease his face, I held up my hand. “I mean, we deserved it.”
