The Fearless King (The Kings #2)(76)
He parted his lips, holding perfectly still as she slipped the finger that had been inside her between them. The passiveness barely lasted a heartbeat. He sucked her finger and raked his teeth gently down the sensitive skin as she withdrew it. “More.”
“Demanding for someone who’s tied on his back.”
He gave her another devastating grin. “I know what you want, Duchess.” Frank licked his lips. “Climb up here and pull those panties to the side. Hang on to the headboard while you ride my mouth. It’s been too long since I’ve had a taste of you.”
She pretended to consider, as if he couldn’t feel her clenching her thighs around his torso at the scene he’d described. “Yes…with one caveat.”
Frank raised a single brow and waited. Journey leaned down to kiss him, needing to be closer, to have him going as wild beneath her as she felt. She didn’t stop until they were both breathing hard and she was doing her damnedest to remember why she wasn’t going to ride his cock right then and there. Having him tied down is probably the only chance I’m going to have to do this. Journey nipped his bottom lip and shifted to whisper in his ear. “I’ve wanted to suck your cock since that first night in your office.” This time he clenched beneath her. She writhed against him, desire almost getting the best of her. “So, yes, I’m going to ride your mouth, while you’re in my mouth.” She grinned. “Want to race to orgasm?”
His curse came out strained. “Hard to declare a winner in that scenario.”
“That’s because we both win.” She sat up. “I was going to take my panties off, but I like the idea of revisiting our first time, don’t you?” She looked around the room. “Do you have those ones stashed around here somewhere?” Journey leaned back and wrapped her hand around his cock. “Did you jack yourself to the memory of me like you promised?”
“You know I did.”
“Then I think you deserve a reward, don’t you?”
*
Frank instinctively pulled at the ties keeping him from touching Journey as she lowered herself onto his face. His first taste was pure heaven, but that was nothing compared to the sound she made when she sucked his cock deep into her mouth.
The moment seemed to freeze in time. It was too good, too fucking perfect to have her mouth on him as she squirmed against his mouth. Trying to guide him to her sweet little clit as if he had intentions of going anywhere else.
He dragged his tongue up her center and then circled her clit, wishing he had his hands to hold her hips in place. If he wasn’t careful, he’d blow before she got there, the hot wet clasp of her mouth a temptation he wouldn’t have been able to resist even if he wasn’t desperate for her. He clamped his lips around her clit and sucked hard, and she let go of his cock to cry out. “Oh, God, Frank.” He did it again and again, edging her toward that sweet oblivion, needing to feel her come apart all over him.
She jerked away, too fast for him to catch one last taste, and scrambled down his body. “You would be the only man who managed to top while he’s tied down and I’m riding his face.”
“You love it.”
“No. Well, yes.” She shook her head, her blond hair sliding over her face even as she seemed to struggle for breath. “I can’t concentrate when you’re doing that with your mouth.”
He didn’t want her to concentrate. He wanted her wild with abandon—with trust. He needed her as crazy for him as he was for her. “Make love to me, Duchess.”
She bit her bottom lip and gave his cock a stroke. “It’s hard to resist you when you put it like that.”
“Then don’t resist me.” He gritted his teeth as she gave him another stroke. “Ride my cock. I want to watch you use me for your pleasure. We have all night. You want to suck my cock after that? You won’t have to tie me down to do it.”
She smiled almost shyly. “Promise you’ll let me have my filthy way with you and won’t pull that caveman shit where you toss me to the mattress and fuck me like you can’t get enough.”
“No.” The affronted look on her face drew a laugh out of him despite the situation. Or maybe because of it. “I love fucking you like I can’t get enough. It happens to be my favorite thing—because it’s the goddamn truth. I’ll never get enough of you, Journey.”
And hell if that didn’t scare the shit out of him. He’d gotten this far in life because he compartmentalized. Strong emotions—love—had the potential to become a glaring weakness, an Achilles’ heel that anyone with a brain could exploit.
If anyone threatens her, I’ll burn the world to the ground to keep her from harm.
It wasn’t a comfortable thought. It sure as fuck wasn’t a safe thought. But then, Frank had left safe in the rearview mirror the second he’d brought Journey to orgasm on his office floor. That had been his point of no return, even if he didn’t recognize it at the time. His first taste of her had incited a need he would happily spend a lifetime assuaging.
She grabbed a string of condoms from the nightstand. “You’ve got that look on your face.” She moved to straddle him and kissed his chest. A crinkle of foil and then her hands were on his cock again, rolling on the condom even as she watched him with those witchy hazel eyes.