Queen of Hearts

Chapter Fifteen

JULIAN

Iwake in my bed to find Rosie on her knees between my legs. She’s completely naked, her blonde curls a messy halo around her head as she places a lazy kiss on my thigh, near one of my scars. She’s got my cock in her hands, and it’s already hard. Her mouth turns up into a sly grin as she realizes I’m awake.

“Where is the blanket?” I ask as I come around. I have never been a morning person but seeing Rosie’s tits near my dick while her ass is in the air is a hell of a way to wake up.

“On the floor.” She shrugs as she moves her fist up the length of my dick, we both watch the bead of pre-cum forming on the head.

“What are you doing?” I ask as if it isn’t obvious. She wants to play again this morning, but for how long until she decides to kill me? I thought I could handle one taste of Rosie, one night, maybe even try to use sex to tame her but yesterday proved that I couldn’t be trusted when it came to Rosalyn. I wanted more. Craved her more. And while she was playing along for now, acting like she was desperate for this too, I would be the one broken in the end.

“Paying tribute to my King.” As she drags out the word ‘king’ she flicks her tongue over the tip of my cock, making it twitch beneath her touch. She takes as much of me as she can into her mouth and sucks, hollowing out her cheeks before moving up and down on my cock like a woman desperate to taste me. I weave my hands through her hair and I don’t miss the way she hums in approval. Taking her lead, I force her down a little harder on my dick. She gags, eyes watering but she quickly adjusts as I start moving my hips upwards to match her movements. She hums again, making throaty sounds that send vibrations down my cock and make my balls clench.

Her legs part and from where I’m lying, I see her hand disappear between her legs as she brings me to the brink of losing control. Why did she have this effect on me?

“Stop,” I commanded, my voice heavy with lust. She pulls away, looking a little sad.

“Why? Don’t you want to come in my mouth?” Rosie pouts, as if I’m denying her something instead of myself.

“Yes. A million times, yes. But right now, I want to come inside you.” My words bring back her smile as she crawls up my body and slides herself onto me. She really didn’t need to be told twice, and the noise she makes as she lowers herself fully onto me almost makes me come then and there. Why her? Why did it have to be Rosie who made me feel like this? My mind blanks when she’s fully seated, and all I can feel is her hot, tight body wrapped around mine.

She moves slowly at first, and it’s mesmerizing watching the way her hips roll as she brings us both pleasure.

Placing her hands on my chest, she leans in and kisses me, her taste heady and intoxicating as she dominates every corner, every crevice of my being. Lifting her hips, she drops herself down onto my length in short bursts, tight pussy milking me as I thrust up into her.

Leaning back with her hands now resting on my thighs, she writhes and squirms on top of me, taking what she needs from me as she pushes us towards the edge of insanity. My fingers dig into her hips and she smirks before running her hands through her hair, giving me the most amazing view of her tits as they bounce.

“You keep coming inside me like this and you’re going to get me pregnant,” she teases as she moves a little faster, skin slick with sweat as she works me over.

For some reason, the animal part of my brain likes the idea of filling her up, of making her body round and heavy with my baby. She would be mine. I reach up and squeeze her tits before teasing her nipples. “I don’t care.”

She falters for a moment before continuing, harder and faster than before. “Don’t forget who we are, Julian.”

Her words bite, I haven’t forgotten, but the lines are so blurred right now as she rides me like I’m a fucking prized pony. It doesn’t take long for either of us to come, her orgasm first, and as she comes down from the high, her body clenching around mine, finishes me off. This is what sex should be like. Intense. Intoxicating. Never enough.

She leans forward and rests her head on my sweaty chest. “Want to shower together?”

“Of course, I do.”

“So, you went there then?” Elijah asks as he sits at my kitchen table and helps himself to the stack of pancakes Rosie put out five minutes ago along with the fresh coffee. He’d let himself into the house just after nine, loudly. Calling out and making lots of noise as if he was scared he was going to catch us fucking in the hallway.

“I don’t know what you mean,” I say, reading the newspaper and ignoring his glares.

He’s got his long hair tied up today, and he’s wearing a fitted black T-shirt, black combat trousers and a pair of black boots, which means he likely rode his bike over here rather than driving his car. He looks tired, and agitated, not that I blame him. It had been past midnight when I had the opportunity to text him about Daniel, and ask him to look deeper into Rosie’s claims.

She seems oblivious to his sharp looks, as she dances around the kitchen to the radio while making something else that smells divine, wearing one of my T-shirts and a pair of pajama trousers that are far too long on her but she’s rolled them up in an attempt to make it work. I haven’t had a breakfast this domestic in a while…if ever.

Elijah shovels another mouthful in. “She’s humming and you’re avoiding looking at her when yesterday you couldn’t tear your eyes away. Pussy. Whipped.”

If it had been anyone else, I would have snapped at the impertinence. But this was Eli, my childhood friend. I still wasn’t going to let him make me feel embarrassed, despite the way I can feel the tips of my ears heat.

“Did you find Daniel?” I ask, swiftly changing the subject.

Daniel was my employee for over three years, how could he betray me? I watch as she places fresh croissants on the table, okay…I can see how you’d be tempted but he’d been through a lot by my side. That should have counted for something. Loyalty used to mean something. Rosie was more loyal to me, and she wanted to rip everything out from under my feet. At least she was honest with it, I think bitterly.

“Yes,” Elijah growls as he tears open a French pastry and smears jam over it. “Little fucking rat was hiding out in the cellar of a strip club. Family owned.”

I know he was feeling just as betrayed as I was. How many situations had we been in together, the three of us? How many times had I put my trust in him? Told him things that were confidential or sought out his opinion?

Rosie takes the seat next to me, a cup of tea in her hand. “Oh, Paulie’s?”

“Yeah,” Elijah replies, eyes narrowed as he glares a hole into the side of her face.

Shrugging, she gives me a small smile.