12. Rip #2
We’ve been too busy keeping Ryland from running off and blabbing to focus on that footage, plus the hours we spent at the club this week waiting and hoping to see Kingsley show.
“A little.” With a shrug, I lean in close, like I’m sharing a secret. “But between you and me, we spent most of the day doing nothing. Editing takes a hell of a lot of work.”
“I bet it does, but it’s your job. You get paid for it,” he says as he takes a sip of his drink.
“Yeah. You gonna tell on me?”
He smirks. “I’m a lot of things, Rip, but a rat isn’t one of them.”
King flags down the server and orders us both another drink. About an hour later, Kingsley is on his third drink, I’m on my fourth, and my second basket of chips and salsa. I’m definitely feeling the liquor, but not as much as my counterpart.
“I didn’t take you for a lightweight,” I chuckle.
“Fuck off, I’m not,” he states, but his words drag a bit. “They make the drinks strong, and it’s been a while since I’ve drunk this much.”
“Of course, they make them strong. You’re loaded and this place is rich as hell. You would probably fire them if they skimped on your liquor.”
Kingsley’s head tilts, eyes curious. “Do you think I’m just some rich asshole?”
“When I first met you? Yeah. But I’m not so sure anymore.” I crack a friendly grin. “But you definitely piss me off.”
Kingsley smiles back. He fucking smiles at me. Genuinely.
The music’s thumping through me, but at least it’s not too loud in my ears anymore. Not sure if it’s the booze, but everything feels way easier now—my limbs, my brain, the gap between me and Kingsley.
He licks his lips and stares at me like he’s fighting off bad decisions. I am too. It’s hard to think straight when he’s so close.
I want to taste his lips, like I wanted to in the cellar, but more than that. I want to bite and suck at his skin, find every sensitive spot that might pull a reaction out of him, see if he can stay as quiet as he pretends to be.
Will the big bad heir give in to me?
Fidgeting, I try to hide the growing in my pants. If I don’t stop having filthy thoughts about the man so close to me, there will be no more masking it. Why does my body react so eagerly to him?
Women come to me, I show them a good time like any good man would, and then it’s over. If anything, I’m trying to get her to pull herself off of me at the end of the night. I never fantasize about my time with her because it’s more like a pastime.
But with Kingsley, it’s like war trying to get my dick to calm itself, and I haven’t even touched him.
Looks like I’m not the only one affected. King’s hand is draped over his crotch, but it’s not doing much to hide the bulge in his pants.
This is Kingsley Beaumont I’m talking about, heir to the vastly feared criminal empire the Crowncrest. I’m Rip Redgrave, the nephew of the head of the Requiem, one of the most feared crime organizations in England.
I am here solely to gather and report intel on him and his family.
No way should I pay attention to these feelings, let alone follow through.
“I thought you like women,” Kingsley says.
I look up. “I do.”
He raises a brow. “Only women?”
“Yes, Kingsley,” I state, my chest tightening. “I already told you that.”
“Oh, my fault.” My eyes drift down to his crotch again, and he’s gently palming himself through his clothes, but he can’t take his eyes off me. “It’s hard to tell when you’re staring at my crotch like that.”
My eyes widen. Since when is Kingsley so blunt?
I take a deep, shaky breath. “It’s hard not to. You’re so hard your dick is staring at me.”
His eyes fall, and my cock twitches. “You’re hard, too.”
Yes, and it’s only growing worse. I’ll blame it on the alcohol.
I lay my hand atop his, palming him through his trousers, guiding his movements slowly, like I’m testing the waters. I’m figuring out exactly how far this can go—how far he’ll let me take it. How far I’ll let myself take it.
My pace quickens against him, and he lets me guide us, his breath hot and heavy in my ear as I feel the weight of him in my hands. His fast, sweet breaths send tingles through my body in all the right ways, and I don’t want it to stop.
It’s like my pants have grown ten sizes smaller, and my free hand is fumbling with the buckle of my trousers when Kingsley stops me.
“Someone might come,” he rasps.
Shit, this section feels so secluded; I wasn’t even thinking about that. I’m not sure how I’d lie my way out of this situation if someone found us.
I run my tongue along my lower lip. “Do you want to stop?”
Instead of responding, he stands. Is that a yes?
With his hands clasped in front of his junk, he nods for me to follow him.
He takes me beyond the VIP section to a room with a sign that reads “Employees Only.” The door’s unlocked, and when he opens it, we walk into a room filled with tons of shelves stacked high with food. This must be the pantry where they keep extra inventory.
Kingsley locks the door behind us. “You aren’t going to freak out on me, right?”
As soon as he turns, I’m pinning him to the door, my hands framing his head. My gaze dances between his pink lips and gray eyes, unable to decide which one to look at. “Don’t worry about me.”
I press my knee between his legs and rub his crotch, causing him to grunt. His finger brushes against my waistband, teasing before slipping inside, and my breath hitches, feeling the heat cup my balls.
Kingsley still has me in his hand as he leans in to connect our lips. Just before they do, I press my finger to his mouth, turning my head away.
“No kissing,” I whisper. “That’s my only rule.”
With wide eyes, he blinks at me. “That’s a shitty rule.”
“Take it or leave it, Prince.” I run my finger down his moist lips, letting them part before I pull away.
Take it.
A grunt escapes me when he squeezes my balls. “Alright.”
Kingsley pulls my length out and wraps his hand around it, engulfing me in warmth. He rubs up and down, pulling and tugging with determination and force, almost like he’s taking pent-up anger out on me.
As he’s working me, I let my teeth find his neck. I kiss and suck on the skin, biting hard until it’s sensitive and will definitely leave a mark by morning. He tilts his neck to give me more access, still pumping my dick but gentler now.
By no kissing, I meant on the lips. Everywhere else, though? That’s fair game.
I’ve got his skin between my teeth as I unzip his trousers and pull him out. It’s bigger than it felt through his pants, pulsing in my hand, eager for release. The prince is packing; that’s for sure.
We stumble against a shelf and ingredients fall all around us, but it doesn’t stop us.
Not even someone walking in on us could get me to stop.
I’d have to break their neck afterward, of course, but not until I’m done with Kingsley.
My whole body is buzzing, my heart’s doing flips, and honestly, this beats any sex I’ve ever had.
That’s fucking saying something.
Kingsley puts his hand over mine on his length and, still holding me, rubs our cocks together. With the friction and Kingsley’s gasps, my legs wobble, and my body craves more. I take over, stroking us together until we’re a panting, heated mess.
“Fuck, you’re so loud,” I breathe against his ear.
Kingsley struggles to catch his breath. “Do you want me to… quiet down?”
“No.” God, no.
It’s a crime to be quiet when he sounds so good. Imagine how sweet his ragged breaths and moans will sound if I stop holding back. Bloody hell.
I should not be doing this.
Seconds later, my body strains as we reach our peak together. Cum shoots between us, not just on us, but also on the floor. My dick goes limp in my hand, and I lean against the shelf and catch my breath. Kingsley leans beside me, his hazy eyes fixated on the floor.
A few minutes pass before I break the silence. “This is unsanitary.”
All he does is nod.
“Are you going to call someone to clean up?”
He looks at me. “No, I’m not a douche. I’ll clean before someone sees this.”
He’s got that faraway, monotone sound in his voice again. The complete opposite of the noises he was making moments ago.
“You want help?” I offer.
“Do you actually want to help?”
Not at all. I’ve got to leave before I do something else I’ll regret, because seeing him all spent is making it difficult to clear my head.
“Yeah. I’d be a twat to leave you on your own, wouldn’t I?”
“Yes, you’d be a twat.” He mocks the word “twat” as his eyes twinkle with a hint of amusement. “Because I’m not the only one who made this mess, darling.”
Don’t I know it. I bite my lip. “So much for not fraternizing with employees.”