King Me (Forever Wilde 7)

I looked up into hooded eyes that seemed to see every part of me. “I’m here.”

He stroked in hard and fast, taking my breath away and nudging my entire body up the bed. I threw back my head and bit into my lip to keep from screaming. A desperate whimper came out instead. I wanted more, whatever he was willing to give.

Falcon’s eyes stayed on mine as one of his hands moved to the front of my throat. “Do not take your eyes off me.”

There was no way in hell I could even if I wanted to.

And I didn’t want to.

He held on to my throat while he fucked into me. My heart rammed harder in my chest than his cock did into my body. I reached up and grabbed for his head, pulling him down to kiss me so I could feel his soft lips during the hard fuck.

But as soon as his kisses started, everything changed.

The pace slowed. The tight grip on my throat turned into a sweet caress. The short, hard strokes into my body turned long and seductive.

I held on to the back of his head like it was a life preserver, like if I couldn’t keep on kissing him, I’d sink below the surface and be lost forever.

I hated feeling this way. The last time I’d let someone have this kind of control over me was Elek. And hadn’t I learned my lesson about that? Hadn’t I decided not to let myself get pulled under so easily again?

But this was different. Falcon was different. He was honest and true. Those eyes couldn’t hide anything from me even if he wanted to.

“Dirk.” I tested the word against his mouth. He groaned and moved to press his cheek against mine.

“Sweetheart, you’re killing me.”

There was a lump in my throat. “I’m trying so hard not to…” I couldn’t finish it.

Fall for you.

His lips mouthed kisses against my jaw until they got to my ear. “Me too, but I can’t stop.” The words were whispered softly before his hips began pounding again, taking the rest of my breath away.

Had he known what I’d meant? Or had he thought I meant something simpler? I’m trying so hard not to…

Come.

Scream.

Laugh.

He pulled out and shoved me onto my front before pulling my ass back into his pelvis and slamming home again. This time I did scream. Thank fuck I had just enough time to shove a pillow into my mouth first.

In this position, every stroke lit me up inside. I babbled my desperation into the pillow until Falcon’s hand found my dick and stroked me off to the rhythm of his thrusts. It only took a few pulls before I was screaming again, this time for my release.

I felt my body tighten around him, and his fingers dug into my hips as his rhythm faltered.

“Kingston,” he hissed as he slammed into me one last time and stayed there. “Fuck, fuck, sweetheart. God… oh god, you feel so good. Fuck.”

I collapsed flat onto my own wet spot, unable to do much else besides lie there and try to recover some oxygen.

The warm flat of his palm smoothed a line up my spine until his fingers found their way into my hair. He turned my head to the side and leaned up to kiss me softly.

“I don’t want to leave your body,” he confessed in a whisper. “It’s too good.”

I reached a hand up to draw my index finger down his stubbled cheek. “You’re too good.”

We watched each other in the silence until our bodies forced us to move. We got up and wandered into the small bathroom to clean up. I turned the shower on while Falcon brushed his teeth. We didn’t say anything. Words were too weird. There wasn’t really anything to say anyway.

If there were feelings between us, it was too soon to put them into words. And if there weren’t… well, then I was grateful for the silence.

I stepped into the hot water and closed my eyes, tilting my chin to my chest and letting the hot spray rain down on my skull. Falcon’s arms wrapped around me from behind, and the crinkly hair on his chest lightly abraded my back. I leaned into him, letting the water pound onto my front.

We stood like that for a while. Eventually Falcon’s hands began to wander, and he reached for the soap to make the movements slicker. It was more of a skin-worshipping than a washing, and within minutes, I was hard and aching again. I turned in his embrace and tried to return the favor.

“Give me the soap.”

“Don’t want to. I’m having too much fun with it,” Falcon said, sneaking a soap-slick finger down the crease of my ass. I arched into his hand, begging for his attention because apparently I had zero shame and was already desperate for his dick again.