Exposed King (Boys of Brisley 2)

Chapter Nineteen:

Finally

Ollie

I overstayed my welcome at Mia’s. She’d never say it and I knew she didn’t really want me to leave, but I was too much ... everything. Too tall, too bulky, too hungry. My back hurt like hell from sleeping on the couch, then sneaking into Mia’s room, then sneaking back down to the couch before anyone else got up. I was tired as hell, and no matter how helpful I tried to be, I knew I was just in the way.

“Please don’t hate me,” I said quietly, pulling Mia closer to me. The sun wouldn’t be up for another half an hour which meant I still had time ... but not much. “I think I should go stay in a hotel.”

She nodded, fingers curling into my chest like she’d hold me there forever if she could. “Finally scared you away, Ollie?”

“God, no. I just feel bad, like I’m always in somebody’s way. Poor Alex was nearly in tears this morning cause he had to pee so bad and I was taking a shit.” I chuckled and kissed her, hating the thought of her thinking I didn’t want to be here. “I know, sexy, right? I’m still gonna bug you every damn day. You’re not getting rid of me completely.”

Mia laughed softly with a sigh. “Well, good. I don’t know what I’d do without my daily dose of Oliver Bishop now.” She lifted so her chin was on my chest and studied my face. “I don’t know how you lasted this long, Papí. I told you I lived in a madhouse.”

“It’s amazing. Seriously. I love the fact that you live with Dinora and her kids. You two are doing an incredible job raising those boys and having them all here feels right. There’s always laughter and love ... I’m not kidding. I’d stay here forever, with every damn one of you crazy people.” I puffed out my lips for a kiss, and she leaned in to give it to me.

“You just call me crazy?” I couldn’t place the look in her eyes, but I had a feeling I was about to get exactly what I wanted.

“Yep. Sure did. What’re you gonna do about it?”

I braced myself as she moved to straddle me, and two tiny hands wrapped around my throat a second later. “Yeah?” She rolled her hips in just the right spot to stir my cock. “Maybe I’ll follow you to your hotel and show you how loca I really am.”

“Promise?” I flicked my tongue playfully at her, then flipped her gorgeous ass over and pinned her to the bed. “Sounds like you’re tryin’ to use a good time as a threat, Mia Camilla Perez.”

“That’s what you think? Would it still be a good time if I took what I needed from you and left you with blue huevos?”

I snorted. “Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve walked away from you with blue balls,” I countered, slowly moving her arms above her head. “What is it that you need from me, beautiful?”

“Need to sit on your face, Papí. Give you some real Boricua cuisine for supper tonight. Need to be able to yell your name without being worried about who might hear. Don’t you miss hearing me moan?”

“You’ve got no idea. I’ll pick somewhere close and message you the address, okay? Think Dinora or Jago will keep an eye on Little Hombre?” I asked, probably way too hopeful to be anything but selfish.

She chuckled, reaching down to stroke me. “Maybe. I’ll talk to them and let you know what time. Did you want me to sleep over?”

“Whatever you can get away with, baby. I’d love being able to sleep holding you for once, but I don’t wanna take you from this if you need or want to be here.” I was proud of myself for keeping my voice level when all I wanted to do was fuck her hand, though I was sure she could tell. “Can I have you, baby?”

“You can have me, Ollie. Feel how wet you have me already.”

She spread her legs under me and bit her lip, so I slipped my fingers in her panties and leaned in to kiss her.

“Gonna be quiet for me, Mia, or do I have to gag you?”

“No, baby. Just choke me, por favor.”

Hearing her beg had me losing any motivation I had to hold off, and I slid her pajama shorts down and freed my cock so eagerly I should’ve been embarrassed.

“Say it again,” I whispered, lightly slapping her pussy then fingering her so I could slick my cock. “Beg me, baby.”

“Ay, Papí, por favor. Te necesito.”

Hearing her say she needed me in any language had me wrapping a hand around her throat and squeezing as I nudged her legs further apart and eased in.

The sight of my bare cock disappearing inside that gorgeous pussy was almost too much for me — she’d stopped trying to remind me to wear condoms and I told her it was up to her what she did about it. I didn’t want to know if she was on birth control or if she was taking the morning after pill; it was her decision either way since it was her body, and I didn’t want to let myself feel disappointed or relieved by any of it. All I wanted to feel was her, how tightly she held onto me when I came inside of her, and how I already knew she changed me.

By now, I’d gotten the hang of stopping my thrusts just shy enough that we barely made noise, but the restraint fucking killed me. I focused instead on her face, on my hand around her throat, on the way her nails dug into my arms in a way that said more. It was mesmerizing, as were the small noises she managed to still make, and as she neared the edge I squeezed harder, loving the way her body twitched as she came.

I was thirty fucking seconds from the edge when Valentino knocked. Dinora wasn’t home yet and I was supposed to be downstairs by now, so I panicked — I slid out, rolled off the bed and fell onto the floor. “God damnit,” I hissed, trying to hide and tuck my cock away at the same time.