Chapter 31
His Queen
Allie
Love.
Real love. The kind that made you strong—and yeah, a little bit stupid, but that was okay as long as you had a partner who could balance out your stupidity and vice versa.
Or something like that.
Her capacity for coherent thought was on the decline because Cam’s clever mouth had traveled to her throat. His teeth lightly scored her skin, making her shiver, then his tongue both soothed and stoked the fire.
Allie dug her fingernails into his scalp, a convulsive action, but when he pushed his hips against hers in reaction, she did it again on purpose.
He groaned. His hands, busy beneath her T-shirt, finally drew it up and over her head.
“You haven’t had time to get a bra.” He filled his hands with her breasts then bent to rub his face there, drawing first one nipple and then the other into his mouth, making her arch back in surprise and pleasure.
“Christ, I missed this. I missed the taste of you. Sometimes I could barely function, thinking about it.”
“The bed,” she gasped.
He eyed the bunk beds. Considered the probability of one of them hitting their head if they tried the bottom bunk. Grimaced at the idea of one or both of them falling off if they tried the top bunk. Sleeping, sure. Fucking? “Probably not.”
“Please,” she said, sliding one hand down to find his cock, so warm and rigid against her fingers.
“Angel,” he gritted out, his hips jerking, then she went lower to cup his testicles, making him moan before she experimented with her nails on the skin around the base, digging them in gently beneath the crisp hair. “Fuck.”
“Mmmm,” she purred into his mouth. “Angel fuck.”
He chuckled darkly, pulling back so his heavy-lidded dark-blue gaze could burn into hers. “My favorite kind.”
He lifted her then, ignoring her squeak of surprise, and took her to the desk along the opposite wall.
Then he settled her on the desk’s edge and took advantage of the opportunity to rub his erection against her core, the friction delicious despite the clothing between them.
After a few more long, tongue-tangling kisses and pauses for her to urge his own shirt off, he lifted her enough to divest her of her pants and underwear, leaving her naked and breathless, the smooth, polished wood of the desktop strangely erotic against her bare skin.
He stepped back to admire her. “You’re beautiful, angel. I don’t say it enough.”
Even now, when she was wet and aching for him to touch her, she felt the heat creep into her cheeks. “You too. I should get to see every bit of you.”
“As you wish,” he said, making her smile, and in a flash, he was naked before her.
Allie raised her hands to his neck, trailed them down his chest. “The medallion?”
His eyes were steady on hers. “I took it off when we got here. It was time.”
Her heart skittered in her chest at his words, something raw inside her healing even as she nodded. He leaned his forehead against hers, and they stayed there together for a moment.
Then she leaned back to look at him. “I love your body,” she murmured, shifting the mood immediately.
Anticipation thrummed through her at the sight of his erection, but she couldn’t help letting her eyes travel to the scars on his lean skin, letting her fingers follow.
They mapped out the evidence of a hard life, a suffering that she now knew hadn’t begun with the end of the world.
“I wish it hadn’t been through so much pain. ”
He leaned in and kissed her, trapping her hand between them for a second. “The only pain I’m in now is the best kind.” He nudged the tip of his cock against her center for a brief, exhilarating moment before he dropped to his knees.
“I wanted to do this earlier,” he murmured against her thigh, his lips caressing the skin before his tongue slid warm against it. “I wanted to kneel before you, pledge myself to you like a knight would to a queen.”
His tongue traveled higher, almost to the hair at the V where her legs met, and she watched his head move, mesmerized by the heat coiling in her core, bracing her hands behind her as she raised herself, spreading her legs wider. Waiting. Wanting.
“I’m not a queen,” she said, although she endeavored to keep her voice steady. Royally so.
He moved then, giving her a wicked smile, his blue eyes almost black with want, before he transferred his hot mouth to her other leg, sucking the skin there hard enough to leave a mark and make her moan.
“You’re my queen,” he murmured, looking with evident satisfaction at the mark he’d made before licking it possessively. “How can I serve you?”
Fucking hell, the way he nearly growled the question turned her insides to liquid heat. Images of the two of them twined together in every way filled her head the way she wanted him to fill her. She wanted his fingers, his tongue. His hard length deep inside her.
His hands pressed her thighs wider before he leaned in, ghosting his mouth over the damp folds of flesh, then pulled back again. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”
The pulse that went through her was equal parts shock and desire, striking her like lightning, making her gasp.
“You like that?” Now his calloused fingertips were there, playing. “Yes, you do. You want more.” He teased her with the tip of his tongue.
“I want.” Her voice came out low, needy.
“Tell me, my queen, so I can give you what you want.”
She rolled her hips against the pressure. “Give me your mouth.”
“Yes,” he said, voice rough. “Here.” He slid his fingers against her aching clit, rubbing and drawing another moan from her. “You want my tongue here.”
“Yes,” she said then groaned, unable to keep the command from her voice. Too desperate. One trembling hand grasped his short hair, urging him closer to her center. “Use your tongue there, now.”
He chuckled darkly. “Yes, my queen.”
His open mouth delved there then, licking and sucking as she bucked up against him, wanting more, keeping a grip on his hair with one hand as she leaned back onto the other, near mindless with pleasure.
He moaned then, the vibrations intense inside her, and she hooked one leg over his shoulder, digging her heel into the lean muscles of his back.
His mouth traveled lower then, down to the pucker of her ass, and she made a sound she’d never made before at the shock of the warm wetness stroking her there, struggling to keep herself propped up with a shaking arm.
A scalding, writhing tension coiled in her lower belly while he played there for an endless moment before slipping back up to where she needed him most and sucking gently at her clit again.
Dimly, she registered his hands hard on her thighs, keeping her open and steady while she ground herself against his giving lips and tongue, seeking the orgasm building within her, moaning, unable to hold back her sounds of pleasure. Unable to hold back anything.
When she came with a final quivering pulse of white-hot pleasure that made her shriek, bucking wildly against him, he held her there, feeding on her, feathering his tongue against the opening of her body, sliding the tip in and out again as she throbbed around it.
She gulped air helplessly. “Cam,” she managed, her head canted back on a neck too weak to hold it up, one hand still in his hair. “Oh God. Cam.”
Two long fingers slipped into her, igniting a whole new level of intensity.
“Yes,” she moaned as they moved inside her. “I need you.”
“Not yet.” He found her swollen clit again with the flat of his tongue, making her shudder and squirm as he laved it. “I haven’t finished pledging myself to you.”
Allie lost track of time as he licked her, ate her, pressed his fingers in deep, brought them out again, added more.
She alternately begged him to stop and urged him on, lost in his worship and the painful delight of being urged back up to the pinnacle.
Finally, finally, he sent her hurtling over it when she came again with a quavering, triumphant shout and went limp, her body wrung out.
He stood then, panting, his cock ready for her. His mouth was damp and swollen, his eyes wild. “Do you still want me inside you, angel?”
Was she too tired, too sensitive, too replete to take him? Never. Her body was alive with need all over again, and she rose to meet him, running her hands down his trembling sides. “Now.”
He retrieved a condom from his pack, and she took it from him. Her fingers were clumsy and heavy but insistent as they fondled his erection, making him curse and mutter filthy, loving things to her as his body moved in desperate nudges.
“You need me,” she said. It wasn’t a question. She gripped him and slid her fingers over the velvety tip.
“Always,” he groaned, one hand cupping her face so that she could look up at him, the moment achingly tender amid her carnal torture. “Always, angel.”
She rewarded him by ripping the condom package open. She rolled it down his length slowly then gently guided him into position with her hands on his hips, making both of them moan when she rubbed the tip of his erection against her slippery center.
“Please.” He eased himself into her just a bit, as if to test her, tease her, before he slid his arms beneath her knees and buried himself in her to the hilt with a sensually satisfied grunt as she cried out.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, their breathing fast and harsh as their bodies moved together. Goddess, I missed him. She couldn’t think of anything else amid the delicious thrusts that rocked the desk and threatened to topple the whole thing.
Before it could, he brought them down to the carpeted floor. She urged him onto his back and wasted no time straddling him and sliding herself down on his erection.
“Yes,” he hissed, seemingly unable to keep himself still beneath her as she moved.
Things turned frantic quickly as she rode him, ignoring the hard floor beneath her knees in favor of chasing the pleasure of him moving inside her, thrusting up as she took him as deep as he could go.
“Yes, Allie. Fuck. Come for me. Come on my cock, baby.”
His hands gripped her ass and pulled her down hard, and she yelped as she worked herself on his hard cock and spasmed as the orgasm overtook her.
He rumbled out a long, deep gasp of relief and pleasure as he speared into her once, then twice, before she felt him come, his length pumping and throbbing inside her hypersensitive flesh.
She collapsed on top of him, breath heaving as his arms wrapped around her.
It was a long time before either of them was able to move, their bodies damp and pressed together. The world had narrowed to their skin and the place they were joined, the pounding of their hearts slowing as their breaths evened out and calmed, leaving a drowsy, replete peace in their wake.
“Your services have been adequate, sir knight,” Allie murmured as soon as she felt she could say it in a more or less queenly way.
He gave her a weak chuckle. “It was a pleasure to service my queen.”
That made her grin, and she closed her eyes again, resting in his arms as they tightened around her.