Chapter 11
KING when he comes home to me, he craves this connection.
It’s a form of soothing for him. Not that he’d ever call it that, but after eight years with this man, I see sex for what it truly is for him.
And so I know, that after having sex only nine times this month, King will need me to himself when he arrives home tonight.
“Can you keep them until after lunch tomorrow?” I ask.
“Absolutely. I was actually thinking of taking them to the beach all day, and bringing them home just before dinner.”
“That would be perfect.”
She smiles and pulls me in for a hug. “Done.”
“I love you.”
“Right back at you,” she says at the same time Travis calls out for his aunt. “Okay, we’d better go before Travis decides he only wants his mother.”
“Yes, go.” My son can be clingy when he wants. A bit like his father. Again, not a word King would ever use to describe himself, but it’s true; there are times when he does not want to share me.
I watch them drive away before going inside. I’ve got what feels like a million loads of laundry to do before King arrives home, as well as a kitchen that looks like a bomb hit it, and a mess throughout the house to tidy.
Sighing as I think about all this housework, which I don’t love to do, I put my headphones on and get to work. King’s due home in around three hours, which should be enough time for me to get this all done and take a bath.
Time passes, and I lose myself in the cleaning. I’ve done a couple of loads of laundry, cleaned the kitchen, and am in the middle of vacuuming the lounge room when a strong arm circles my waist.
“I want you naked,” King growls against my ear as he wraps his free hand around my neck.
His deep, gravelly voice instantly floods my veins with desire.
A moment later, the vacuum is long forgotten and I’ve turned to press my body to his.
Grasping his shirt, my eyes find his. “You’re home early.”
He kisses me.
It’s rough.
Raw.
Urgent.
And not long enough for me.
But King’s interest isn’t in having his mouth on mine at the moment. He wants to get his mouth on my body. I know this because I know him, and this is always his preference.
Keeping his hand around my throat, he drags his lips from mine and demands, “Strip.”
“I want you to strip me.”
His eyes flash with warning as he lets go of my neck. The kind of warning that gets my panties wet. “Lily.” It’s one word, but the way it falls darkly between us says everything he wants me to hear.
King will take what he wants, what he knows I’ll give, and he’ll exact it ruthlessly if he has to. But he wants to direct me. And he wants my submission.
I move my hands to my top and lift it over my head, not taking my eyes off his.
Watching him watch me, and the reactions he has, is something I live for.
Eight years with him, and I never fail to see the kind of need he’s always watched me with.
If anything, it’s increased. King can’t get enough of me in the same way I can’t get enough of him.
Reaching around to the back of my bra, I unclip it and let it fall to the floor.
I feel King’s low growl of approval deep within.
Slowly, I unbutton my jeans and slide the zip down. I step out of them, kick them to the side, and then hook my finger into the top of my panties.
King’s eyes zero in on my fingers.
I don’t give him what he wants this time.
Instead, I slip my hand in my panties and rub my clit. “I need your fingers, King.” I finger myself. “Here.” That word is practically a moan. I’m so turned on and wet, and my fingers feel good inside me, but his would feel better. God how I want his fingers deep inside.
“Fuck,” he rasps, barely maintaining control. I see that in his eyes, in his shoulders, in the hard set of his jaw. I want to ruin that control. I want to force him to take me roughly.
I keep touching myself while bringing my other hand to my throat where King has hold of me. “Fuck me with your fingers, King.”
Moving faster than I imagined he would, he lifts me over his shoulder and carries me to the dining table. Placing me down so I’m sitting on the edge of it, he tears my panties off. He then grips my neck again and finally—finally—gives me what I want.
His fingers inside me.
Two of them.
Reaching deep, finding the exact spot he knows I need him to find.
I rest my hands on the table either side of me, bring one leg up to rest my foot on the edge of the table, and rest my other foot on the chair next to King. I then grind with his fingers, seeking pleasure with him.
He drags his eyes from my pussy to meet my gaze, heat blazing in them. “Bite your lip.”
I do as he says. There’s something about me biting my lip that King loves. It always gets him harder, and even more so if he’s got his fingers curled tightly around my throat like he does now.
“Fuck.” He works his fingers deeper in me while the ones around my neck dig into my skin.
“King,” I beg, bringing one hand to his shoulder so I can steady myself while moving my hips faster.
He knows what I want.
His lips on mine.
But he wants his eyes on my pussy.
If King could have anything while he fucks me, it would be that. To watch me take his cock, his fingers, his tongue.
He doesn’t give into my desire fast. Sometimes he does, but not today. I suspect that’s because he hasn’t had me for five days.
But all of a sudden, I’m feeling needy for him.
I claw his shoulder and demand again, “King.”
A deep growl comes from within him as he wars with what he wants versus what he wants to give me because the other thing King would choose while fucking me is to deliver exactly what I want.
His eyes finally come back to mine, and a second later, his mouth crashes down onto mine.
He kisses me with everything he has.
He doesn’t hold back.
His fingers fuck me, his mouth fucks me, his soul fucks me.
This isn’t lovemaking, but this is King giving me his love.
I feel him, his energy, move through me as my orgasm does the same.
And when I come, the pleasure touches every part of me exactly like King touches every part of me. Just like he’s done since the day he made me his.
I’m a ruin of bliss by the time he’s finished with me.
Pulling his fingers from me, he sucks them into his mouth, one at a time, slowly, savouring them, while pinning his gaze to my pussy. “I’ve fucking missed this taste.”
I rest my hands on the table again, trying to find my thoughts after King stripped me of them too. “Tell me you aren’t going away again any time soon.”
He meets my gaze, a pained expression in his eyes. “I have to go to Brisbane in six days.”
I want to tell him no, he can’t go. But I never tell him what he can do when it comes to his club.
I might argue over anything and everything else with him, but his club is sacred.
I knew that the day I decided to go on this journey with him, and I don’t ever begrudge the time he devotes to the club.
Sitting up straight, I bring my hands to his belt and undo it. “You better get started on making up for lost time, then.”
King places his hand over mine at his belt, slowing me down. “We’ve got three days.”
I frown. “What do you mean three days? You just said six.”
“I’m taking you away for three days.”
“What?” Seriously, we have kids. We have school. We have work and the club. We can’t just take off for three freaking days.
“Your mum’s coming to stay with the kids. Brynn will help her. It’s all organised. All you have to do is pack a bag. We’re leaving in an hour.”
My breathing slows as I stare at the man I love. “When did you organise this?”
“Fuck, Lily, are we going to talk about this or am I going to fuck you before we have to get ready to leave? Hell knows I’ve thought of little else but your cunt for the last five fucking days.”
“Always the romantic,” I murmur, but I can’t deny what he said turns me on. I love that he thought of fucking me the entire time he was away.
I slip my hand around his neck, shifting closer to him.
“We’re doing five fucking questions tonight.
And before you tell me no, you can fuck me ten times first, but there is no way I don’t get time with you before we sleep.
I’ve barely seen you this month, and by the sounds of it, I may not see you much the next month. I have a lot of questions for you.”
He kisses me roughly before growling, “I’m fucking you now.
Then, you’re packing and putting this ass of yours on the back of my bike.
Then, I’m fucking you again. And again. And fucking again.
” His eyes flash with a mixture of heat and pure love as he growls again, “And then you can ask me five fucking questions. But only five, Lily. Fuck knows your cunt is going to exhaust me for any more than five.”
I smile as I bring my lips to his again. Once I’ve taken my time with his mouth, I say, “I love you too, King.”