King Me (Forever Wilde 7)

It was too much. It was giving me ideas. And desires.

Which I knew from experience not to trust. I’d been used before, and I knew I was being used now. Not the sex. I didn’t think Falcon was quite that awful. But he was using me to succeed in this mission which would mean he’d succeeded in his job. If all went well, he’d get his promotion and whatever accolades the completion of this op would earn him with the people he respected.

It was a temporary fling at most. There were no real feelings, and if I let myself believe there were, that would lead to me making stupid decisions. I needed to look out for me, for my own goals. And if I developed feelings for one of the agents on the team, that would most definitely muddy the waters.

But Jesus Christ the man could fuck.

As soon as his slicked-up meaty fingers had penetrated me, I’d arched up and pushed back, begging for more. Falcon’s larger body lay over top of me, and his big dick speared into me, filling me up until all I could feel was the stretch of the cock I’d been daydreaming about for days.

“Fuck, fuck,” I choked out.

“Good?” Falcon grunted.

“Oh god.” Was I drooling onto the pillow? Pretty sure I was. “Good. So good.” I couldn’t think of more words while his fat cock was stroking hard along all the right spots inside of me.

He picked up the pace, hips slamming into my ass as his fingers dug into the skin of my chest and stomach where his arms held me tightly to his front.

“Take it,” he growled. After a beat, he pulled back and grabbed the back of my neck with his large grip and pressed the side of my face farther into the pillow. I groaned in pleasure.

He was giving me exactly what I’d wanted.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Look at you. So tight. So good at taking my cock.”

I was going to come untouched. His words went straight to my dick and made me whimper and beg into the pillow.

“Dirk,” I breathed. His pace picked up even more until he was absolutely abusing my ass and squeezing the back of my neck as he shoved me down. He suddenly leaned back in so he could reach around with his other hand and stroke me off.

“Just like that, fuck.” He didn’t seem to even realize he was speaking, but his words tightened my balls. As soon as his hand grasped my dick, there was no more holding back.

My orgasm screamed through me, and I turned my face into the pillow to muffle my own cries.

His rhythm stuttered and he bit out a muffled curse, pushing harder into me and staying there while he came.

When he was done, we lay together like that with his arms like tight steel bands around my front and his face lying between my shoulder blades. We were both slick with sweat and breathing heavy.

As our breathing slowed, the realization of what we’d done sank in. I’d slept with the FBI agent who’d been hounding me for years, whose career high would be convicting me and putting me in prison for decades.

After Elek had left, I’d promised myself I’d never get involved with someone who had any kind of power over me again.

So why had I done it?

I felt Falcon shift and pull out of me. For some reason, having sex bare like that left me feeling even more vulnerable than usual. I clenched my jaw against the feeling and tried to get up the nerve to get up and return to my own bed so I could act like this hadn’t meant anything to me.

But then Falcon’s lips brushed along the edge of one of my shoulder blades. His fingers ran lightly down my spine to the top of my ass.

“You’re stunning,” he said quietly, shocking the hell out of me.

“Thanks.” Could I be more awkward? What was I supposed to say to that?

He moved down, following his fingers with openmouthed kisses. My stomach flipped around like a wonky blender.

I turned my face on the pillow to see if I could catch his eyes to find out how he was truly feeling. When he looked up at me, my breath caught.

Falcon’s eyes had always been intense. That was the kind of person he was. But the way he looked at me right then… god, it was like the way I imagined Elek looking at the Hungarian crown as he first approached it in the parliament building.

Single-minded desire bordering on obsession.

What kind of game was the man playing?

“Take a shower with me?” he asked, still speaking quietly in the silent house.

I nodded before the suspicious part of me had a chance to take hold and turn into a royal bitch. When Falcon stood, he reached his hand out to help me up. His expression was no longer semi-feral but concerned and affectionate. He was making me dizzy with all this emotion, and I wondered if maybe I was projecting all of it.