22. Rip
Rip
The amount of restraint I’ve shown around Kingsley has to be record-breaking. Seriously, when do I get my award?
I spent years denying myself of every beautiful man walking down the street, winking my way with obvious interest, because I didn’t want to open a door I knew I couldn’t close. Now the door’s wide open and I’m ready to peel off the fingernails of every threat to keep it that way.
Grip tight on the back of his head, I push Kingsley onto his back on his bed.
I’m right over him, my hand roaming under his shirt, and my knee pressed between his legs.
His pink lips part slightly as his tongue sweeps over them, igniting a strong desire in me to kiss him, but I hold back.
Feeling his plump lips against mine is yet another thing I continue to deny myself to avoid falling too deeply.
Joke’s on me—I crossed that line the moment I decided he’s mine.
As I pull down his underwear, his dick springs out, firm, erect, and eager. I lean between his legs, my lips teasing his inner thigh as my fingers brush tantalizingly close to his groin, but not quite there.
“Fuck,” King groans as he reaches for his aching cock. I smack it away.
My eyes harden. “We’ve been over this.”
His hand falls in a pained, reluctant way. “I know.”
I collapse beside him, drawing him close, and press my lips to his neck. I run my tongue over his neck, the piercing gliding against his skin, and then I nibble on it. He shivers, and I reach for his length, my finger tracing the smooth head, slick with pre-cum.
The dual sensations erupt a soft moan from Kingsley, and it sends a shiver down my spine. It’s so sweet and vulnerable, a tenderness he only reveals in private. I could listen to the prince all day.
“You sound beautiful,” I mutter against his neck. “I wonder how amazing you will sound with my dick inside of you. Have you ever handled a pierced cock, King?”
His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “This is the first.”
If Kingsley were the first man I had ever been with, maybe I’d be feeling a knot of anxiety tighten in my stomach. I’ve denied myself for a long time, but he’s not the first. I spent a lot of my earlier years learning what a Prince Albert and some tricks can do to a man.
My thumb brushes behind his ear. I’m going to ruin you for everyone else.
Kingsley’s eyes glisten as he witnesses me take him into my mouth. My lips enclose him, my tongue exploring with a swirl before sucking hard on his shaft. He grabs my hair, pulling it as he lies with his legs spread, open and inviting, offering complete access. The sight is perfect.
While he’s distracted by the bobbing of my head, my fingers search between his legs for his hole.
I lightly brush against it before sliding a finger into his tight asshole, fingers still slick from his pre-cum, and the warmth and resistance of him surrounds me.
His audible gasp, a sound that is more purr than plea, spurs me to insert another finger.
My fingers move rhythmically inside him as I simultaneously suck the cum out of his length, his legs twitching beside me. He’s so fucking loud I’m worried one of his sisters sleeping next door will hear him. Still, that doesn’t make me let up.
“H-hey, I’m…” he struggles, his face contorted.
With a soft pop, I pull away from him, my finger then finding and covering his tip. I don’t still the scissoring of my fingers, but I slow. “Not yet.”
Then, I quicken my pace, my fingers working intensely within him until his eyes glaze over as he lies before me. He’s whining now, and the sound only makes my rock-hard dick even harder.
Shit. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out. I need to be inside him.
I take my finger off the tip of his dick, and a second later, he’s coming all over his chest and mine. When he gasps, I cover his mouth.
“You don’t want your sisters to hear, do you?”
When I remove my hand, he’s scowling. “You’re an asshole.”
“I mean… I’ll be in your arsehole,” I joke lamely.
He stares, eyes dull. “Stop making jokes and fuck me already.”
Prince asks, Prince shall receive.
When I withdraw my fingers from his anus, his tense muscles ease. I don’t give him much time before I’m turning him onto his stomach, adjusting myself, and lining up my tip with his puckered hole.
I’ve barely pushed against him when he groans. “Fuck, Rip. That hurts like hell.”
I freeze. My cock is so eager to be inside him, I forgot the lube. And a rubber.
Like he can read my mind, he points to the dresser. From the top drawer, I quickly snag the lube and rubber. After slipping it on, I impatiently rub myself, coating my dick and his hole with a generous amount of lube.
Repositioning myself, I squeeze his bare cheeks.
That is all the warning I give before I slide into him, the heat of his skin pressing tightly around me like a perfect fit.
I groan. I don’t push gently as I enter him, feeling his slight pushback, but knowing from before that the prince doesn’t like it soft.
Still, I won’t risk my intuition being wrong.
“Are you alright?” I ask, strained.
Kingsley doesn’t respond right away. I wait, and a few seconds later, he speaks into the pillow. “I’m good.”
“You handling it?” I tease with a smirk.
“Fuck, Rip. Yes,” Kingsley tries to keep his voice steady, but it wavers. Then he whines, “Hurry up.”
My balls fill with blood as I thrust into him. The sound of my hips slapping his cheeks fills the stillness as I pound into him, my piercing scraping against his insides with each movement. I press his face deep into the pillow, each thrust eliciting a groan from Kingsley as we pant in unison.
Kingsley Beaumont is beneath me, completely surrendering his body to me to give him the most intense pleasure he’s ever known. It’s like he knows nobody else will ever touch him like I do, and if they try, it won’t even compare.
King hasn’t grasped it yet. His mind, his body, his everything—no one gets to touch him but me.
Still moving inside him, I speak between breaths. “Hands on the headboard.”
I don’t know if it’s because he didn’t hear me or if he’s too dazed to, but he doesn’t budge. Unfortunately for him, his listening skills are the one thing I expect from him.
I pull out, not completely, but enough to deliver a sharp slap to his cheek. “Hands on the headboard, Prince.”
He listens this time, his chest rising as he pushes himself up, palms pressing against the headboard. Kingsley lets out the sexiest moans I’ve ever heard as I fuck him fast and hard, my body tingling with intense pleasure.
Heat and tension surge through me as I near climax. My hand slides around his stomach, grasping his now pointed dick and stroking it.
“Do you like that, Kingsley?” I whisper, low and seductive. “Do you like how hard my cock rams into your tight hole? How my piercing feels scraping your insides?”
He tries to nod, but the movement is too feeble to count. I have him so spent that he can’t even form words.
“By the time I’m done with you, my cock will be the only one you crave. I’m going to ruin you for anyone else, Prince.”
With one last thrust, we both come undone. My warm seed fills him through the rubber, his shudders spreading over the sheets before he falls limp.
I fall on top of him, sweaty as we try to catch our breath. Gently, I pull myself out of him, and he flinches.
With his face buried in the pillow, I can’t tell how he feels. “King? You alright?”
He nods, but no verbal response. I run a shaky hand through my hair. Now isn’t the time for his silence.
“Kingsley, speak,” I command gently.
He lets out a heavy sigh before lifting his head. King wipes at his eyes, but not before I see the wetness surrounding them.
Kingsley’s eyes meet mine. “I just needed a minute.”
I reach out and wipe his cheek. “Fucking hell, Kingsley. You’re crying.”
He shrugs. “So?”
“What do you mean so?” My hand closes around his wrist, aiming for comfort, but it’s firmer than I anticipated. “If I were hurting you, you should have opened your fucking mouth. No—I should have paid more attention. Either way, I didn’t want you—”
“It’s okay,” he interrupts. Kingsley pries his wrist from my grasp. “Jesus, you’re so worked up. I’m not upset from pain; it’s how my body responds.”
He’s trying to make me feel better, but the weighted guilt in my chest isn’t going away. I don’t know why I care so much. I’d never want anyone I’m with to leave in pain, but Kingsley especially. Something in me wants to punish myself for hurting him, like I did to Victor.
“I’m good, Rip. I want you to get that into your thick skull,” he says. Then, he points a finger at me, threatening. “But if you tell anyone I fucking cried in front of you, you’re a dead man.”
Something in his words is slightly comforting, but guilt still weighs on my chest. I hate the feeling.
Yet, it also turns me on how well he took me. The bloke didn’t complain once, and it was enough to bring tears to his eyes.
I quirk a smile. “So, you’re a slut?”
He smiles. “Apparently, you want to ruin me for everyone else. So that would mean I’m your slut, wouldn’t it?”
“Do you want to be?”
“As long as you want me to be,” he breathes.
My lips pull into a smug grin as I wrap my arm around him and pull him into my chest. “My slut, and my prince. That means if anyone lays a filthy hand on you, I’ll snap their fingers in half one by one.”
Kingsley smiles as if I’m joking, probably finding the statement corny. Corny or not, there is no humor behind my words.
“Alright, Rip. If I’m yours, then you’re mine too, darling.”