Chapter Seven
Chapter Seven
Noam
Richard didn’t rush me. His mouth lingered on mine, coaxing rather than taking. I was nothing more than trembling limbs and tense muscles.
Everything inside me was tight, tangled in knots I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to untie. Letting someone touch me like this? Letting someone see me like this? I didn’t do that. Ever.
But the sight of him, his taste… I could get addicted to both. Especially since he was going slow, letting me get used to his mouth on mine, his strong fingers trailing up and down my neck and leaving me a trembling mess.
Again and again, his tongue thrust into my mouth, his hands mapping out my arms and back. I wanted more. Needed more. Desperate for soft touches instead of cruel ones. Richard was making me crave things I never dared dream of.
His fingernails scraped my scalp, sending ripples of pleasure through me, causing me to shiver. My eyelids fluttered closed, his warm lips trailing down my neck.
Oh, god. The sensations flooding my body were causing some part of me, which had been locked down for years, buried beneath instinct and survival and fear, to crash toward the surface. Searing, raw, electrifying, Richard took over my senses, leaving no doubt who was in control, even if he was taking his time exploring me.
He pulled me closer, our bodies aligned, his hard cock pressed into my stomach. I gasped, his hand resting against my lower back. He held me with just enough pressure that said I could pull away at any time.
But I stayed, yearning for whatever he was willing to give me and eager enough to take.
“Noam?” He whispered my name, his eyes searching mine.
My heart was pounding like crazy, making me feel dizzy as I slowly nodded. My entire life everything had been taken from me. I’d never been given a choice.
For once, I was choosing to give. Two weeks of sitting next to Richard on our rides, my attraction toward him building. Our quiet conversations, Richard slowly luring me out of the protective shell I’d surrounded myself with. Always patient. Never demanding. And now, it felt as if something was shattering inside of me.
Thrill pushing me to take what I wanted for once. To act reckless, consequences be damned.
Fingers skimmed down my arms, tracing the hem of my shirt, lingering just long enough to give me a choice. A way out. The second I tensed he would stop. I knew he would. But I didn’t want him to.
So I leaned closer, slipping my trembling hands up his chest. “I want this,” I whisper, something raw and electrifying pushing the words free. “I’m with you all the way, Richard.”
I was breathless, shocked at my bravery as he kissed me, all needy and sweetness and everything I needed to feel desired.
To feel like a living, breathing man and not some terrified, shattered soul just trying to survive life.
We backed toward the bed. I exhaled, forcing my fingers to unclench at my sides.
Richard didn’t pull back or pretend not to notice. He just waited. Pressed a kiss to my temple. Let me take the time I needed.
And Jesus , if that didn’t undo me more than anything else.
“Still with me?” That man’s voice was like a dark lullaby, a promise wrapped in sin.
“Yes.” It was being vulnerable, placing my trust in someone’s hands that caused me to hesitate. But this wasn’t just anyone. It was Richard, the man I was falling hard for, but too afraid to tell him that I was catching feelings.
Feelings I’d never experienced before, terrifying and confusing me.
His eyes locked with mine, popped the button of my jeans open. His knuckles brushed the sensitive skin beneath my navel as he eased the zipper down. Watching me closely, I knew he was gauging every micro reaction on my face, every tiny movement of my body.
No matter how nervous I was, this moment was going to happen. I would make sure of it. My cock ached, straining against fabric, every brush of his fingers sending a jolt of need shuddering through me.
God. This was real. This was happening.
The hesitation vanished.
That realization hit me harder than the actual touch. My body was responding , not shutting down. Not retreating.
Because it’s him. Because he’s putting my comfort before his own needs. Because he’s not taking, but giving.
The last barrier between us slipped lower, and I stepped out of my jeans and underwear, feeling exposed in a way that had nothing to do with being naked.
His gaze traced a slow path up my body before locking onto my own, his eyes glowing with hunger, sending warmth curling through my skin. I’d never felt so wanted, the heated looked making me crave him in wild, delirious ways.
I swallowed, shifting on my feet.
A slow inhale flared his nostrils, his eyes darkening as if he could already taste me.
His voice was low when it came. “You’re beautiful.”
A laugh almost broke free. Not because I thought he was lying but because I had no idea what else to do with the words.
His hand found my cheek, thumb skimming along my jaw. “Let me show you.”
My breath hitched.
His knees bent, and then he was lower, pressing a kiss just below my ribs, another over my hip, his breath warm against my skin.
Richard didn’t move right away. His hands settled on my hips, grounding me. “You can stop me anytime, Noam.”
Not a flipping chance in heck.
“Okay.” My body vibrated with so much feeling I thought I might come apart before anything got started. And I wished it would get started. Richard was on his knees in front of me, my cock hard. Precum dotted the slit.
Anticipation coiled tight, wound so thick I could feel it in every breath. I hadn’t known it could be this intense. My freaking toes were curling as I wondered why Richard was just kneeling there.
Then his mouth replaced his hands, a slow drag of lips along my hip, his flicking tongue teasing. My legs almost gave out. I had to grip Richard’s shoulder to keep myself steady.
A sound caught in my throat, a whimper caught on a sigh.
Richard hummed, pleased, his hands gripping my thighs as his mouth moved lower. His lips parted, breath feathering over my cock, sending another jolt of sensation rushing through me.
Then he engulfed my cock.
My knees buckled.
My heart raced.
The noises escaping my throat were unintelligible.
I’d had blowjobs before, a handful of quickies, but none had been this good . The flat of his tongue slid over every inch of my prick, making me dizzy from sheer pleasure. Already I felt sensations coiling around the base of my spine and edging upward.
Pleasure surged through my chest, my fingers digging into his shoulders as wet heat wrapped around my cock, threatening to set my blood on fire. My body wasn’t my own anymore. Every nerve ending, every pulse, every thought was tangled up in him.
In the way he moved, the way his tongue curled along the head, the way he moaned like he was the one unraveling. I was going to burst, his soft groans and hums unleashing something inside of me. Something intensely primal.
Richard’s hands guided me through it, thumbs pressing slow circles into my skin, coaxing me toward that razor-thin edge of no return.
My stomach tightened.
I tried to warn him.
Didn’t get the chance.
My orgasm slammed into me, pleasure detonating behind my eyes, my vision going white as my body locked up. Richard didn’t pull away, didn’t let go, just took everything I gave him, swallowing my cock down, drawing out my climax until I was nothing but raw sensation and shattered nerves.
I sagged against him, legs trembling, lungs burning, my head a mess of static.
He pressed a final kiss to my hip then straightened, hands steadying me as I tried to get my balance.
“Jesus,” I rasped.
A quiet laugh vibrated against my skin. “That a good Jesus or a bad one?”
I exhaled, pressing my forehead to his shoulder. “Pretty sure it’s a holy crap kind of Jesus.”
His arms circled me, warm and solid, holding me without trapping me. I stayed there, head against his chest, his hand trailing slowly over my back.
“I want to go further, chaton .” His fingers drifted downward then he cupped my backside, giving my flesh a gentle squeeze.
Richard’s touch lingered, warm palms mapping the curve of my backside, thumbs tracing slow circles over my skin. Not pushing. Not urging. Just waiting for me to decide what came next.
Everything inside me buzzed like static against my ribs, nerves stretched tight as I felt his cock pulse against my stomach.
Need burned low in my groin, coiling deep as Richard’s fingers flexed against me. That single movement spoke volumes. It was a silent invitation, wrapped in a gentle promise.
Whatever I was comfortable with. I had control. I knew that.
But I was too nervous to make the first move. So far, it had been Richard on his knees, making my brain cells explode. He wanted more, though, to take things further, which meant laying myself bare and not just my body. That kind of intimacy required the deepest trust.
My breath hitched, my heartbeat stumbling as I shifted against him, feeling the solid press of his cock against my gut. Heat spread through me, stronger than hesitation, louder than doubt, cutting through years of conditioning that told me intimacy came with risk.
Because this was Richard.
And Richard was safe.
I wanted this force of nature, this quiet strength, buried deep inside of me, taking pleasure from my body as I took it from his.
“Whatever you chose.” The deep timbre of his voice rolled over me, intoxicating and impossible to resist.
“I want to take this further, too.” Was that my breathy voice? I didn’t even recognize it.
His hands skimmed up my back, fingers threading through my hair, guiding me into another mind-blowing kiss. A slow, lazy drag of lips against mine, unhurried, stretching time between us.
I pulled back from his lips, looking up at him, breathing heavily as my cock stirred back to life. My palms slid over his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my fingers. It was in his eyes, understanding that he had to take control.
A wicked grin pulled at the side of his mouth. “With pleasure, mon chaton .”
To my surprise—and his, if the lift of his brows was anything to go by—I shoved him backward. Richard let me, a deep, beautiful laugh escaping him. “Does my little kitten have claws?”
“Is that what you’ve been calling me?” I’d heard him every time he’d said that word, but I hadn’t asked him what it meant. I… liked it.
Warm palms smoothed up my thighs, settling lightly at my hips. “Yes.”
The weight of his gaze devoured me, making me shiver. As I crawled onto the bed, Richard backed up until he was settled at the top of the bed. Before he could reach for me, I slid a leg over his waist, afraid of how I might react if he pinned me under him.
“Fuck, gorgeous,” he said in a low, playful growl.
A laugh nearly slipped out. Not because his praise was funny, but because my chest was so full, so tight I didn’t know what else to do with the feeling.
“I’ll follow your lead, kitten,” he murmured, his head resting against the pillows.
Those words undid me more than any touch could.
A shaky exhale left me as I shifted, bracing a hand against his chest. A small shift of my hips, I felt him, throbbing and hard against me, his cock pulsing as I moved. I bit my lip, adjusted my position, the thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance, sending heat surging through my core.
Then a thought struck me. “We need lube.”
I wasn't sure if I liked the smirk he gave me. “Let me show you why that statement is irrelevant.”
His hand on my back, Richard coaxed me forward, my backside rising inches into the air. “Richard…” I said nervously.
Then I felt something wet against my ring of muscle. My brows furrowed, my brain trying desperately to figure out what it was. I hadn't seen anything on the bed besides the covers. “Is-Is that you?”
“If you’re asking if that's my dick touching your hole, then, yes, it’s me.” He winked.
My brows hiked. “You come with built-in lube?”
Heat creeped over my face when I realized what I’d just said.
His deep, masculine chuckle filled the space between us. “Trust me. I’ll come, chaton .”
Another spurt against my hole, but this time I felt tingling.
“Kiss me, beautiful.”
The world narrowed to the press of his lips, pulling me into something deeper, something I never wanted to end. Inch by slow inch, Richard’s cock eased inside my ass. I met him halfway, sinking down on his hard shaft. The stretch burned as I bottomed out.
A gasp caught in my throat, my muscles clenching, my thighs quivering as I adjusted. Richard didn’t move, but I saw how he clenched his jaw.
A shudder rolled through us both, his hands tightening at my sides before relaxing again. A split-second instinct before he gave that control right back. My muscles were clenched, my thighs quivering as I adjusted.
Richard didn’t move, his muscles locked in place. He skimmed his fingers over my stomach, his breath uneven, his restraint razor-thin. His eyes were heavy-lidded, locked with mine, a plea in their depths to put him out of his misery.
Sensations surged, twisting low in my stomach, overwhelming me.
I moved experimentally, rocking just enough to make his breath stutter. “ Dieu , Noam…”
A slow roll of my hips, testing, teasing, dragging pleasure through every inch of me. His hands trailed up my back, tracing the line of my spine, feeling every tremor, every movement. Breathless, aching, I pressed my palms flat against his chest, using his strength as my anchor, grounding me as I rode him slow and deep.
His hands rested on my hips, his lips parting, eyes dark, heavy, locked onto mine like I was the only thing that existed. Because this wasn’t about taking. It was about letting me have.
A slow rhythm began to build, dragging me into a world that only existed between us. His gaze was locked with mine, brimming with something so fierce and unshakable I swore I felt it wrap around me like a second skin.
I rocked faster, deeper, my breath breaking, my chest heaving as his cock drove inside of my body.
Then something deep inside of me cracked wide open, and I wanted to feel him pounding into me. Everywhere he touched left a trail of fire in its wake.
“Take the lead,” I begged, my desperation growing. “Don’t hold back.”
With a soft snarl, Richard’s grip on my sides tightened. He flipped us, and for a brief second, panic tried to take hold. His arm curled under my head, his hips punching forward, relentless, causing me to arch my back, letting him own me.
His gaze burned into me, branding me in ways I wasn’t sure I would ever recover from.
The pressure built, spiraling, pleasure radiating outward, my muscles tightening. I dug my fingernails into his biceps, his thrusts rocking my entire body. “R-Richard.”
There was nothing but wildness in his eyes, the glow intensifying. “Fall, chaton . I’ll catch you.”
His lips crashed against mine, shattering me completely.
“Richard!” I cried out as I broke apart with his cock still inside me. Pleasure detonated through every nerve, my entire body locking up as my orgasm stole the breath from my lungs.
Seconds later, he followed, his groan wrecked, his body tensing above me as his cock throbbed deep inside my body. Scorching heat filled me, drowned me, his fingers tangling in my hair as we rode out the pleasure together.
As we floated back down, Richard stroked his knuckles over my jaw, our ragged breaths loud in the space between us.
“So fucking perfect, mon chaton .” He exhaled, fingers trailing lazily along my side. His expression was soft, sated, but I saw a flicker of regret in his eyes. My chest tightened, every single insecurity inside of me flaring brightly.
When I tried to wiggle free, cursing myself for giving in so easily, the deep timbre of his voice stilled me.
“Breathe through the panic, Noam.” The pads of his fingers rested against my jaw, the glow in his eyes dimming slightly. “Whatever’s racing through that beautiful head of yours, don’t let it win.”
“You regret sleeping with me.” A lump rose in my throat, the words spilling out in a choke.
“Never.” He pressed a soft kiss on my cheek. “The only regret I have is pulling you into my world.”
I searched his eyes, wondering if he was telling the truth. “I don’t understand.”
Richard eased out of my body and then stretched out beside me. The air around him seemed to shift, the afterglow casting a soft sheen over his skin. Then, like a trick of the light, scars surfaced, as map of wounds etched into the hard lines of his body. Some barely there, others deep and jagged, most of them spread across his chest like remnants of a battle long since fought but never forgotten.
My brows furrowed, my fingers instinctively reaching, but I pulled them back before glancing up at him. “How?” I said. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked you that.”
A tuck of his fingers under my chin, and I was turning my head to gaze into his haunted eyes. “It happened because I refused to be cast into a role I never wanted.”
As hard as I tried, I couldn’t stop my eyes from wandering back to his chest, gazing at the pendant around his neck. “What role?”
“Ruler of my kingdom.”
My gaze shot to his, my mouth dropping open slightly as my brain fought to process his words. “You’re a—” The word caught in my throat.
A king.
Richard was a freaking king .