20. Kingsley #3
Without warning, Rip’s head jerks back, and his hips give one good drive into me before he’s coming into my mouth, hot and fast. My first thought is to pull back, but Rip’s grip on me is firm, forcing me to let all the hit liquid fill my mouth.
A tear slides down my cheek as I swallow. Rip slowly retracts, and cum drips from my mouth as he does. He bends down with a pleased grin as he wipes it from my chin.
“Swallowed like a champ,” he muses.
“What else would I have done?” I ask cockily. “You wouldn’t let me pull away.”
He rubs my cheek. “Because I knew you could handle it. Now stand up.”
I do as he says. Once I’m standing, he takes it upon himself to bend me over the railing, then yank my pants to the floor.
The cold night chill hits my thighs, and I turn over my shoulder. “What are you doing?”
Now my underwear is to my thighs, and a large, warm hand on my cheeks replaces the warmth. He rubs and squeezes my cheek like it’s his.
Then, a sting shoots through me as Rip slaps my ass. I wince, and then another harsh slap finds me again.
“What the fuck?” I shout.
“That’s for ignoring me earlier,” he says. “I told you not to do that.”
This motherfucker. “Go to hell.”
I regret my words when his hand collides with my cheek again; the sound echoes in the night. “Your words, or lack of them, have consequences.”
Instead of pushing back like I want to, I keep quiet. I don’t ever let anyone take control of me, yet my body is quick to give in whenever it comes to Rip. So if he wants to play this game, fine. His authority makes my dick grow harder, anyway.
“I understand,” I mutter.
“Good,” he sings. He leans over to me, and before I realize what he’s doing, two of his fingers are down my throat. “Suck.”
I suck his fingers like a lollipop as he tells me to because apparently I’m an obedient fuck.
His fingers pull out of my mouth with a pop, and then he’s behind me again. He stalls, and I can’t see him, so I can’t help but ask, “Are you going to fuck me?”
Rip lets out a chuckle, and then a finger presses against my hole. “No, not yet.”
“Why not?” I barely manage before I bite down on my tongue as his finger slips slowly inside of me.
“I don’t think you’re ready,” he says, like a simple fact.
What does he think I’m a virgin? It’s been a while since I’ve been with anyone, man or woman, but it’s not like it would be my first time.
“I’m not ready? You’re the one who’s never been with a man before.” At least, I don’t think he has.
Another finger slips in, and it makes me groan. Rip slides in and out of my clenched asshole gentler than I thought he would have. He picks up the pace, and his fingers drive into that spot.
My body spazzes, and I could melt into puddy.
“I don’t think you could handle it, Prince,” he says, his tone genuine but also challenging.
The ego of this guy. “Oh yeah, because you’re a sex god.”
His fingers bend and hit the spot again, silencing me. Without the fence holding me up, I could hit the floor.
Rip speaks lowly into my ear. “When I start, I struggle to stop. If my fingers are doing this to you, imagine what my cock will do.”
Thinking about his piercing inside me makes my head spin. Rip scissors my hole, and I feel it all the way to my trembling legs. Then his free hand finds my hard, pointed dick, and he strokes it.
“I’m not… Fuck…” I moan. “I’m not fragile. Don’t treat me like it.”
“I know you aren’t.” He grips my balls and tugs. “But I still don’t think you could handle it.”
I don’t even care how close everyone else is and that my moans might be loud enough for the guards outside to hear—I want him inside of me.
I need it.
“Rip, please.” I want to tear out my throat for begging, but I’m desperate.
Instead of responding, Rip picks up the pace as he jerks me off. Knowing it isn’t enough, he scissors fast in my hole at the same time, and it’s happening so fast I lose the ability to do anything but whimper.
Seconds later, I’m coming through the fence, and Rip lets me ride it out. It feels like all the weight has been expelled from my body, leaving me a panting mess, yet yearning for more.
Rip forces me to a stand and lets me lean against him. “I’d take you inside, but there are probably a few too many eyes in there.”
I laugh weakly. “You think?”
“We can stay out here.” He lowers us to the ground, making sure to pull me against him. He pulls up my slacks and fixes my clothes, and I don’t have the energy to tell him to quit.
No one’s held me like this in… ever. I should tell him he doesn’t need to do this, but the words never find their way out of my mouth.
When I look up at him, he’s already staring at me. The usual hardness in his eyes has vanished, replaced with something softer. That alone should scare me because not even a day ago, we established this was nothing.
His lips look so soft, and all I want is for them to press against mine. Against my better judgment, like all my actions today, I lean in for a kiss.
But it never happens. When I open my eyes, the amount of guilt in Rip’s frown is palpable. I’m not sure he knows he’s showing it.
“Kingsley,” he mutters, almost like he doesn’t want to. “I—”
“It’s fine. You said no kissing.”
I meant it. It is fine. Yet I can’t stop the churning in my stomach.