The King, page 16
“If you say so."
With a firm grip on her arms, I backed her up against the wall in the foyer. “You are mine. Say it."
Her eyes flared, and in the moonlight, I could see her pupils dilate.
Oh, shit. That tiny reaction sent blood rushing to my cock, and that fucker strained against my trousers. "Say the words, Saffron."
I almost made a mistake and said Saff, but I’d corrected it.
"Why don't you prove that I’m yours?" She said it with a little laugh in her voice, and I nearly choked on desire. She tried to shove at me again. “I want a man who wants me. Who can stake his claim. Is that you? Because I feel like Massimo is trying to stake a claim."
She was pushing my control. Everything I’d learned from her about being an asset and being in the field, and I finally surrendered.
“Did you want him?"
“I don't know. He was offering me pleasure."
I turned her around, my hands firm on her hips, gripping tight. Her dress was short, flirty, hugging her hips in a body-con style. With a firm grip on the hem, I pulled up the fabric, and she breathed harshly. "What are you doing?"
“I'm taking what's mine."
"Are you punishing me?"
Fucking hell, Saff Abott was fire, and she knew it. Her skin flushed, and I glowered down at the flesh exposed to me now. Smooth, supple, brown skin that ached for my hand, completely untouched. I wondered if all that pretty brown skin would flush with a spanking. I leaned in tight. “You're playing with fire, sweetheart." I spanked her bare flesh. “You’re a naughty thing. Tell me no.”
Her breathing was deep, and then she moaned out a single word. “Yes."
With a grunt, I reached up under the tight fabric and hooked my fingers into her knickers. "Am I going to find you wet?"
Her breathing was deep now, heavy, labored. "Lachlan."
My fingers brushed against the soft flush between her thighs and she hissed. "Oh God."
Fuuuck. I couldn't think. The blood was humming in my veins. She was in front of me. Her dress up and her pussy feeling like sweet silk. "Tell me you don't want me. Tell me you prefer him."
All she did was moan my name. With rough tugs at the buckle of my belt, I wondered just how far we were going to take this. This was a show. This wasn't fucking real.
But we had to sell it because Massimo Igno was watching.
Fuck him. This is ours.
“You are in so much trouble."
"Lock, hurry."
I moaned into her hair. "Tell me to stop." I realized it was a plea. My voice was harsh as the words tore from me. "Tell me no."
But she didn’t. She just swiveled her hips, tempting me.
Once my cock was freed, the steel length of it brushed against her ass and she draped her forehead against the wall and groaned. "Lock, hurry."
I bit down on her shoulder, and she pushed her ass back. With my hand around the base of my cock, I bent my knees so the tip of my cock brushed the space between her thighs. With a grunt, I kicked her feet apart. "Saff." I froze when I realized I’d used her nickname.
She just whispered my name, and I kissed the nape of her neck. “Saff,” I whispered.
“It’s just us, Lock. It’s just us.”
I could feel the heat of her pussy, and I swallowed hard. “No condoms,” I whispered.
When her answer was a murmured, “I’m clean,” a spike of electricity shot up my spine.
My whisper was in her hair. I knew Igno couldn't hear us, but something told me that this wasn't about him. It really was more about us.
Her hand gripped my thigh and I paused, the head of my cock against her slickness. "Lock, please…"
In her hair, I whispered. "Tell me no, Saff. Fucking tell me no."
In the tense silence of our foyer, instead of the two letter word I expected her to whisper, the short word she whispered was, “Yes."
She tilted her hips backward, and the tip of my dick slid right into her wetness. I froze, gritting my teeth, gnashing my jaws, fighting for control.
Saff whispered, "Oh my God. More."
And I knew I was in trouble. Because when I slid a hand into her hair, angling her head so I could lean in and kiss her properly, the tip of my dick slid right in, and she clenched around it as if trying to suck me deeper into the abyss of a torment I knew I would never escape from. "Saff…"
Her gaze lifted and she met mine directly. Her pupils were completely dilated now and her eyes were heavy lidded.
I searched her gaze as she squeezed around me, and with a groan, I slid all the way home.
She was hot. So fucking hot and tight. Flashes of the fantasy that I’d been having all week bombarded me like rain as I held on to her tight. One hand on her hair, the hand I had on her hip sliding up over her breast and squeezing. “Fuck, you are so goddamn hot."
My brain kept offering all kinds of images. Saff on top of me, her breasts in my face, the inescapable urge to suck on them. Another of Saff bent over my bed, her ass in the air, and me devouring her pussy and arse.
The hint of her taste was on my tongue, and it was like I knew how good she would be.
She pushed back against me as I fucked her. The tingle started down my spine, and all I could do was grind my teeth and stop moving. No, I was not going to come like this. Not without her.
Frustrated, she ground her ass against me. "What the fuck are you doing?"
I leaned in and whispered against her ear. "We're going upstairs."
"What, we're stopping right now?"
She squeezed around me like a tight fist, and I cursed into the softness of her hair. Coconut and hibiscus mixed with her own scent, intoxicating me, and I almost fucking came. The electric buzz threatened at the base of my spine, and I forced a deep breath. “Fucking stop. I— We're going upstairs."
She whimpered and rolled her head back and forth on the wall. "Um, okay."
I turned her around and tipped her chin up so she would meet my gaze. When she did, her gaze was unfocused, aroused. Her lips were swollen from our kisses, and my dick screamed to be let back in where I’d been.
“Fuck, Saff."
I bent and picked her up and wrapped her legs around me. Without any preamble, I slammed home again.
She was easy to hold, her hair cascading down her back as I braced her against the wall.
"Oh, fuck. I meant to get you upstairs."
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I eased her away from the wall, because if I kept fucking her like this, I was going to come before she did, and mission or not, that was not the way I rolled.
I held her easily, my hands on her ass as I started toward the stairs. Saff wrapped her arms around my neck and held on. Her gaze searched right into mine, and it almost felt like she was looking for something. Expecting me to say something. I couldn't imagine what it was, but every step, I had to fight hard not to drop her down on the floor and just fuck her senseless.
I made it to the stairs and realized there was no way I’d make it all the way up, and fucking her on the stairs would be uncomfortable for her. So instead, I turned around and headed the opposite way into the living room. Her eyes went wide. "The stairs are that way."
“I know. I'm not going to make it," I growled.
In the living room, I skirted around the corner tables and then eased her down onto the couch. When I pulled out again, she gave me a frustrated wail. “Fucking hell, Lock."
"Easy does it. I'm hungry."
With her splayed open on the couch, it was easy to kneel before her. She started to close her legs, and I braced my arms on her inner thighs, my thumb stroking her clit. "Oh no, you don't. I'm going to eat and make you come. After I’m done with that, I’m going to fuck you and make you mine again."
Her dress was a problem, so I pulled her forward and attacked the zipper with relish. When I finally managed to get her arms out and lift the dress up over her head, I didn't bother with the strapless bra. I just plucked the cups down and leaned forward for my reward.
Blindly, I found a nipple and started to suck with enthusiasm. She tasted even better than she smelled. Sweet with a hint of spice. "Jesus, you are so soft," I murmured against her skin, losing myself. I knew this wasn’t real. I understood that. But that didn’t stop me from relishing the opportunity, even if it was just for now.
Every cell in my body fought against that idea. Soul deep, I knew she was mine. I ran my nose along her sternum to the flat taut planes of her belly, inhaling deeply. "This scent has been driving me insane for weeks. Why do you smell so good?"
Her fingers slid into my hair, and my name fell off her tongue. "Lock, oh my God, Lock."
I kissed down her belly, marveling at the softness. Damn, my hands were shaking as I splayed her legs wide. Fuck me. A neat strip of hair pointed to the promised land, but other than that she was bare. With the moonlight peeking through the living room, I could see her arousal on her lips. I knew I was supposed to be playing a part, but to me this was real. And I dropped the act for just one moment. “Do you know how long I’ve been dreaming about being here?” My question was soft and hopefully wouldn't be picked up on the mikes. It was a risk but I had to say it. She needed to know.
“Before I get started, I’m going to need you to tell me who's pussy this is.” I blew gently on her clit while I waited for her answer.
At first I thought she would be stubborn. But when the answer came, it was a whispered, “Yours, King.”
I smirked at her use of my last name. Suddenly, we weren't playing a game. We weren't acting for the cameras. This was real. In this moment, it was just me and Saff and the rest of the world didn't matter.
My hunger overtaking me, I dove into her pussy, wrapping my lips against her clit and sucking hard. She immediately dug her hands into my hair, holding me in position she screamed out my name.
I licked from the bottom of her slit to the top using the flat of my tongue, letting her flavor soak into me. She melted over me, tasting so damn sweet, and fuck it was all I ever wanted.
She started to rock her hips into me, and I dipped my tongue inside, fucking her with my tongue, going as deep as I could. When she tugged on my hair and dragged my face into her cunt, I growled.
Fuck yes. I licked and sucked and fucked her with my tongue and my fingers. She was open and willing and everything I could ever ask for.
I scooped my hands under her arse, holding her cheeks firm, unrelenting. When I spread them with my fingers, she froze. “Lock? What are you doing?”
“Did you really think there would be any part of you that I wouldn't touch? That I wouldn't like? That I wouldn't finger? That I wouldn't fuck?”
“Oh my God.” Her eyes widened, and she flicked her tongue over her bottom lip. I groaned watching her.
“Or do you not want me to? Don't you want me to make every part of you mine?”
She hesitated for only a second before she nodded vehemently. “Yes, oh God, yes.”
“That's a good girl.”
When my tongue flicked over her pucker, Saff let out a low, guttural moan that I could feel all the way to the tip of my cock. That was the only encouragement I needed. I went to town, licking and rimming, using my fingers over her clit in a tight circular pattern.
When her legs started to shake and she tried to clamp them over my ears, I knew what was happening. With my fingers on her clit, I slid my thumb into her pussy and rotated my wrist to find just the right angle. When I stroked her pussy and her G-spot at the same time, with my tongue rimming her asshole, she screamed my name loud enough for the neighbors to hear even without their sneaky listening devices.
With her legs still shaking, I finally came up for air, and I couldn't help the cocky smile as she lay open to me. But I wasn't done with her yet. I could lick her all day. But the way she was shaking in my arms made the blood rush to my cock, and I knew I wasn't going to last very long.
I grabbed her ass, pulling her just off the edge of the seat, and then I knelt in front of her, positioned my cock, and slid home.
Her eyes rolled in the back of her head. "Oh Lock… Lock."
It was easy to find the rhythm this way. I knew her body like it had been imprinted in my mind. It didn't matter if this was our first time together. I knew her. Every little shift, every little moan, I knew what it meant. I knew when to pick up the pace, when to slow it down. I knew that sliding my thumb over her clit just so was going to make her shake her head and say, "Oh no, no, no, no," as she tried to beg off another orgasm.
But then I would slow the motion down ever so slightly, just soft little strokes. Then as I picked up my pace, she arched her back, head thrashing. "Oh, shit, Lock. Oh my God…"
She broke apart under me, and I forced my eyes open so that I could watch her lips part and her eyes glaze, watch her body go taught and bow for me as the earthquakes overtook her.
I shifted positions by bringing her to the edge of the coffee table. And then gently I scooted her and rotated her over until her arse was bared to me.
I leaned my body over hers, my dick sliding against her pussy, eager for re-entry. With my hands wrapped in her hair, I bit her shoulder. “Now be a good girl and tell me who's pussy this is.”
When she hesitated, I bit her a little harder, scraping my teeth over her skin, waiting for the shudder. Waiting for her to relent. “I said, whose pussy is this?”
I gave her a sharp tap on the ass as I drove all the way home, and she screamed out my name. “Lock. Oh my God. Yours. Only yours.”
I reached around her to find her clit. Her juices flowed over my fingers, making both of us slick and wet and hot. As I gripped her ass with my other hand, I drove home again and again. Leaning over her, I whispered all the filthy things I’d been dreaming of doing to her against the shell of her ear.
When I could feel her pussy start to quiver around my cock again, I straightened and found her asshole with my thumb. As I drove home, over and over again, my balls slapping against her flesh, my thumb inside her arse, Saff came all around me.
I picked up my pace. Faster and faster, knowing I could only capture this moment in time. This moment when we were Lachlan and Saffron and nothing else mattered. And she really was mine. The trick would be holding on to her.
I was assailed by fragments of images of all of the ways I could fuck her, make her mine, claim her, and make her come, and come, and come.
The lightning was barreling down my spine in that moment, and I clamped a hand on her shoulder to hold her in place as my pace tipped into fever pitch.
I slammed into her again and again, her hips meeting me thrust for thrust. And in that moment, I knew she was mine. And as I exploded hot jets of my release into her with my brain struggling to hang on to reality…
I knew I had fucked her before.
19
Saffron
My pussy was humming.
Once we finally made it to the bedroom, he'd stayed.
And stayed. And stayed.
Next to me, he stirred. When I tried to shift out of his hold, he dragged me closer. "Where do you think you're going?"
His voice was full of deep, gravelly cement, and a deep ache started at my pussy again. Fucking hell.
You cannot have him. Okay fine, you can have him now, but you cannot keep him.
Better not to have him again.
"Lock, remember we're supposed to meet Graciella this morning?"
Behind me his cock instantly nudged my arse. "Saff?"
“Yup, that's me. Sorry if you were expecting someone else."
I kept my voice just at a whisper because I knew prying ears were listening. I dragged the duvet over my head and encouraged him to do the same.
Once both of us were under the duvet, his gaze searched mine and he mouthed. "Are you okay?"
I nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine."
His gaze dipped to my lips, and I couldn't help it… My pussy clenched because I knew exactly what that look meant now. Oh, he'd given it to me before, not just the first night we met, but several times in training. The other day when we'd been practicing touching one another like a couple, I was quite convinced that was the I need to eat your pussy now look. "Lock."
"There are still cameras everywhere." His voice was a low whisper.
“I know."
He smoothed his hand down over my hip and then shifted to move between my thighs.
"Oh fuck me, Lock…"
“Is this still the mission?" He dipped his finger deep and I moaned. “I like it better like this, when you're just for me." Another finger probed the entrance of my arse gently.
My gaze flickered to his face and I blinked rapidly. “I—"
“I know. This is the mission, right?"
The way he said it was as if he knew exactly how I tried to play this all, that this was just a mission, that what we were doing wasn't real.
"Lock, we can't—"
"We can. Remember, the cameras are still on."
I groaned as he finger fucked me.
“Do you know how you taste? Like spun sugar and vanilla. And how am I supposed to look at you like I don't know that now?"
“You know the rules."
“Fuck the rules," he muttered as he rotated his hips into mine.
“You can say that. I cannot. This is all I’ve ever wanted."
His thumb smoothed over my clit, and he smiled at me. "So you're telling me you don't want this?"
"That's not fair," I whimpered.
"Sure, it is."
"Lock—"
"Oh come on, just one teeny-tiny orgasm? Just let me give it to you."
Was I weak? A hundred percent. Should I have left myself open and vulnerable? No, absolutely not. But we were still on a mission, and we were playing husband and wife. Newlyweds at that. And we did have a madman who was apparently filming our interactions. Which was creepy. But I knew that required us to play the part. So I wasn't being selfish. I was doing my job.
When Lock leaned in, he kissed along my jawline. His whispers of, “Yeah, that's it. I love the way you're cunt is squeezing my fingers. I like it better when you're squeezing my dick."
I gasped when he pressed harder on my clit, and I knew this was possibly the worst idea I’d ever had, but still, I couldn't quite make myself stop.
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