The King (Gentlemen Rogues 2)

“You like that don't you, Saff?”

She didn't answer me right away. All I got was a muffled moan. I lifted my head to meet her gaze and chuckled low when I realized she’d pulled a pillow over her face in an effort to be quiet.

I waited for her patiently until she started to writhe in my arms, and finally she pulled the pillow away and scowled at me, her little pout so unbelievably sexy.

“Why did you stop?”

I flashed her a grin. “I'm waiting for a response.”

She groaned low. “Did you ask me a question? I was a little busy.”

“Well, allow me to reiterate.” I bent down and gave her a long lick from her dewy center to her clit. “I was just asking if you liked it when I licked your arse.”

Her eyes went wide. Her skin was too dark for me to tell if she was blushing or not, but the way her lips parted and her gaze darted away, I could tell. “Lachlan, I—”

I licked her again, and her breath caught. “All you have to do is say one little word. One little word and I'll do it again.”

She dragged the pillow back over her face, and my name was a breathless whisper on her tongue.

I couldn't let her get away with hiding. I wanted to hear her words. I needed to hear them. I focused my attention on her clit again sucking deep. “I said, do you like it when I lick your arse?”

In my hands, she trembled, and I could feel the impending earthquake. “Yes. Yes, Lachlan, I like it when you lick my arse.”

“Well then, I aim to please.”

I lifted her easily, ducking my head, leaving no part of her unloved, no part of her pussy or ass untouched, unlicked, or unfucked by my tongue and my fingers. When Saff started to shake all over, I slowly drew back and glanced up her torso to find her hair a wild cascade somewhere over the center of the bed and her T-shirt partially pushed up, exposing her taught, flat belly.

Her chest was rising and falling rapidly. Her tongue peeking out to moisten her lips as she struggled for breath.

This was how she should always look.

With a smirk and a quick tap on her arse with my palm, I rocked back on the balls of my feet then stood and proceeded with the removal of her leggings and knickers again.

Saff’s eyes were glazed over as she tried to focus on me. “Jesus, Lachlan, what the hell have you done to me?”

I could have said something snarky along the lines of, ‘Oh we're just getting started sweetheart.’ But the truth of it was, I couldn't find words. There was a feral monster inside me, and he needed to fuck her right the fuck now.

When her gaze met mine, her brows lifted and her lips parted in surprise at the expression on my face.

I dragged my shirt up over my head by reaching behind my back and tugging. Three swift movements and it was gone. The button of my jeans went next. Saff’s eyes were glued to my fingers as they worked. When she licked her bottom lip and followed the tiny pink muscle with the scrape of her teeth I growled. “You keep doing that, and I'm going to fill that pretty mouth of yours.”

She did it again. As a taunt? As a promise? Jesus Christ, I wanted her mouth. But I needed to fuck her first. She could suck me off later.

What I should have done was remove my jeans. Hell, I still had my shoes on. The problem was that feral monster. The one who knew exactly how she would feel squeezing around my cock. The one who knew the sound she would make as she was coming. The one who knew exactly how hot, tight, and wet she was, and he wanted out. He'd been denied for too long, and he wasn't playing. Taking time to remove my jeans and boxers was going to be too much. So letting him free was going to have to be enough… for now.

Saff’s eyes went wide as they roamed down my body and settled on my cock. He, gentleman that he was, twitched at her as if in greeting. Because the fucker was cheeky like that. I kneeled at the edge of the bed again and spread her thighs wide with my hands, forcing her to make room for me. And I kissed her pussy again.

I made sure she was wet, ready. But the joke was on me. Because as I licked her juices, all it did was make me burn even hotter.

“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath. I was supposed to be driving her mad. But she was owning me. Sending me careening in the wide abyss of desire.

I pushed to my feet, scooping my hands under her arse, squeezing and lifting her. Moving her back until she was farther up the bed, making room for me. When she was far enough up that my feet could find purchase, I notched the broad head of my cock against her slick wetness, and her eyes went wide.

My name was both a curse and exultation on her tongue as I rocked my hips ever so slightly, teasing her entrance. Teasing that bite of pain and pleasure.

I knew she knew what was coming. We'd done this before. I was giving her body time to adjust. Time to remember. I was big, but she would fit around me like a glove.

For this part, I would be patient. I could wait. I knew she would be the one begging me. And sure enough, she whimpered and lifted her hips.