Chapter 25
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FIVE
KING
Her tits press against my back, her arms wrap around my waist, and she holds me tightly. I’m not sure if it’s because she’s scared or because she just wants to be close to me. I’m going to go with the latter.
Instead of riding to the clubhouse, I decide we need the privacy of her place. I have a feeling she’s going to demand answers from me. Although she may not get them all, I don’t want the club involved. Those guys gossip too fucking much.
I park on the street in front of her place.
She climbs off my bike, but I can tell she’s good and pissed off.
She can be that way, that’s fine. It’ll just be a more intense fuck.
Following behind her, I watch her ass as she climbs the stairs, then she flings open the door and walks inside, leaving it open for me.
Stepping inside, I close and lock the door behind me. She’s in the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water. I watch as she twists the lid off, then drinks half the contents before she turns to me, her eyes narrowed.
Standing on the other side of the kitchen bar, I smirk before she takes a step toward me and slams the water down on the counter.
“Where the hell have you been?” she demands.
She surely sounds like a nagging wife, but at the same time, I can’t even be angry with her because I’ve totally fucking disappeared. I reach across the bar and take her hand in mine, lacing my fingers with hers before I speak.
“I had a lot of shit going down with the club, with work. I’m through almost half of it.”
“Is this excuse something that’s worked in the past?” she asks, then she shakes her head and speaks again. “Never mind. I don’t want to know. But I do want you to know that it won’t work with me.”
My lips twitch into a small smile. “Yeah?” I ask. “Then no excuses?”
She shakes her head. “No excuses. And I’m not sorry, but it doesn’t take much time or effort to send a text. You could have done at least that.”
I walk around the bar and move toward her. She turns to face me, tilting her head backward to look up at me. I cup her cheek as I look into those green eyes of hers. She fucking captivates me. I didn’t think a woman could own me with a single look, but she can, and she does.
“I could have, sweetness.”
I keep my voice low, even sugary sweet, when I speak to her. She needs that. I’ve hurt her like I knew without a doubt I would. It just happened a little sooner than I would have imagined.
I slide my thumb across her bottom lip as I look into her eyes, unable to break the contact. I fucking love the way she looks up at me. I dip my chin slightly, my gaze focused on hers and lean forward. I want to kiss her, but it’s not the time… at least not yet.
I slide my nose along hers before my lips almost touch her own. I don’t touch my mouth to hers. She hasn’t earned that yet. Instead, I back away slightly with a small smile on my lips.
“Tell me all of the things I did wrong, but do it naked,” I announce as I take a step backward.
I expect her to balk at my words, but she doesn’t. Instead, she takes a step backward and strips. I watch her with hungry eyes as she takes everything off, even those little sexy panties she wears.
Taking my cut off, I place it on the counter, then reach behind me to grip the back of my shirt before I pull it over my head. Then I kick off my boots and discard my jeans. When I’m standing in just my boxer briefs, I lift my gaze to hers and wink.
Sliding my thumbs into the waistband of my boxers, I strip them off and step out of them before I toss them to the side. I don’t care where they land. All I care about is the way Shawn is looking at me—looking at my cock.
I reach for her waist, pick her up, and turn slightly to place her ass on the countertop. “Spread your legs,” I demand.
Her eyes narrow, but she does what I’ve asked. Sliding my tongue across my bottom lip, I shift my gaze to her pink cunt. “Touch yourself while you tell me all the things I did wrong,” I murmur.
She gasps before she speaks. “What?” she asks. “Are you serious?”
“Dead fucking serious,” I state.
I stand, naked as the day I was born, in her kitchen. She wrestles with the fact that I want her to touch herself in her kitchen, on the counter. She’s going to do it for me. It’s just taking her a few minutes to get used to the idea.
When her arm moves, and then her fingers, as they tremble down her belly and between her legs, I don’t move, completely enthralled. I watch as she sighs, her eyes closing when her fingers swirl her clit.
I lick my lips. I can’t take my eyes off her cunt. It’s pink and wet. Fucking beautiful.
“You ignore me for a week, and then you show up to the farmers’ market and act like you’re”—she pauses her speech to moan—“my man. Like you give a shit,” she says as she lifts her hips to meet her fingers.
I reach down between my own legs, squeezing my cock. I’m hard as fuck, my balls aching and my cock wanting nothing more than to be inside of her.
“I give a shit, sweetness,” I rasp. “More than you could know.”
She has to know how much she means to me. I can’t fucking believe that I have to reassure her of this. It seems so harmless, and yet, there’s always some kind of goddamn drama.
“Come for me,” I growl. “I want to watch you come before I fuck you so hard you see stars.”
Shawn doesn’t respond to my words with her own. Instead, she continues to touch herself. Her entire body is fucking beautiful. Grunting, I lean forward, watching her a little closer. Watching her center.
“Come, sweetness, let me watch.”
Her hips jerk, her back arches, and I watch in awe as she does exactly what I demand of her. Fuck. She’s perfect in every way a woman needs to be. She’s soft and strong all at the same time.
She’s pissed at me, but she still doesn’t deny me.
She comes.
It’s goddamn beautiful, is what it is.
Closing the distance between us, I grip her waist with my fingers and pick her up off the counter. She wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my shoulders. I carry her straight toward her bedroom, where I lay her down on the bed, my hips between her thighs.
Reaching down, I wrap my fingers around the back of her knee and lift it toward her chest before I spread her out wide. I look into her eyes as I thrust inside of her with one swift move.
She gasps, her eyes wide as she looks up at me. I cup her cheek, then slide my fingers down and wrap them around the side of her neck as I begin to move inside of her. Instead of fucking her hard and fast, I start slow.
“I fucking give a shit, Shawn,” I murmur.
SHAWN
I don’t know how I’m letting this happen, but I am, and I am completely giddy about it, too.
I want him to fuck me so hard I see stars.
I can’t wait for it. I’m willing to do just about anything.
Maybe I’ll feel differently after I come…
again. But right now, all I can think about is him being inside of me.
Nothing else exists.
He begins slow, his thrusts rhythmic and almost painful as he moves so leisurely that I want to scream at him to hurry, but I know he won’t.
This happens on his time, nobody else’s.
I lift my own hips, and he grinds his pelvis against my clit with each downstroke.
I want to whimper, but I try to hold it in.
“No other men,” he grinds out through his gritted teeth.
Sliding my tongue along my bottom lip, I look up into his eyes. His gaze is dark blue, his jaw clenched, and he looks absolutely gorgeous. Slipping my arms between us, I place my palms on his chest before I slide them around the back of his neck.
“No other men,” I exhale.
“Never,” he growls before his lips touch mine. At the same time, he slams into me so hard that my body moves up the bed and my head pushes against the headboard with a thud.
Elvis shifts his body, still holding my leg up, out, and down against the mattress. He shifts to his knees, his other hand lifting from my neck to grip the headboard, and he moves. The leisurely pace is no longer. Instead, he goes hard and fast. His eyes never leave mine.
I hold on to his neck, gripping his skin with my nails.
“This cunt is mine,” he grinds out. “Your lips are mine. Your tits…” he trails off as he shifts his gaze down to said boobs and his eyes follow them as they move with each thrust of his hips. “Mine.”
His.
I shouldn’t be. This whole thing seems half-wrong and half so right that I can’t see straight.
He fucks me harder and harder with each thrust. I feel like my body is going to be completely split in half. I’m not sure I’m going to survive this. I feel like everything inside of me is going to explode. I don’t know how he can keep up this pace, but he does.
My headboard makes a crackling sound as he continues to move harder and faster inside of me. A sheen of sweat breaks out over his face and his chest. It’s hot as hell. He’s hot as hell. Then he presses his lips together before releasing them.
“You’re going to come again,” he announces.
I don’t know if he’s telling me, asking me, or demanding it of me. But whatever it is, I want to give it to him. I want to please him. He’s beautiful. I release his shoulders, my body climbing higher and higher toward a second release, just like he wants.
His pelvis grinds against my clit harder and harder, the sound of our skin slapping and our moans being the only sounds that fill my small bedroom. Elvis grunts, his eyes searching mine, then he leans down slightly.
His nose slides alongside mine, a stark difference from the way he’s fucking me.
Cupping his cheeks with my palms, I force my body to completely relax.
I’m close, but I need to just feel. I want the orgasm to take over, and when I let out a long breath and focus on his gaze, my body almost melts beneath him.
He moans, his eyes closing as he does, then he opens them and moves faster. In almost an instant, I come. It slams into me almost like a living, breathing thing. My pussy pulses as I gasp, every muscle in my body tenses, and I freeze.
I feel his lips on mine, then he lets out his own groan as his body stops.
He’s buried inside of me, his cock twitching with his own release, pulsing inside of me.
When he lifts his head, my hands are still on his cheeks.
I slide my thumb along his bottom lip, the way he does to me, as I stare into his eyes.
“I needed you, and you weren’t there. I thought that was it. That whatever we had was done. That you got what you wanted, and you were finished with me.”
Confessing those words, being that vulnerable, it squeezes my heart, and I stare at him, wondering if he’s going to respond to me at all.
He doesn’t. Except to lower his head again and touch his mouth to mine in a swift kiss.
He pulls out of me and rolls to his back beside me, his exhalations coming out in pants as he tries to catch his breath.
“Not done, sweetness,” he murmurs. “Ain’t even fuckin’ started yet.”