The King (Gentlemen Rogues 2)

We didn't have time.Not the kind of time I needed with her. These stolen moments were barely keeping me going.

It's not like she didn't warn you.

She had warned me. But true to form, I’d thought the rules wouldn't apply to us. But they had. I knew what she stood to lose, but that didn't stop me from craving her, from needing her. Didn't stop that feral, burning lust under my skin.

As we kissed, her lips on mine felt like a soothing balm after being on fire for weeks. But then her tongue teased out, and all it did was stoke the flames again. It was her, always soft, always driving me mad. She would be my undoing. Hell, she already was.

I kissed her thoroughly, bending my knees ever so slightly to give us a better angle. As always a slow teasing start led to a frantic tangle of tongue and teeth and moans. My thumbs played across the exposed expanse of skin at her belly just above her cargos. My thumbs dipped down below the waistband, and her breath hitched.

In the background, I could hear the walkie talkies going. Other trainers speaking as they were dealing with the rest of the incapacitated trainees. It was my reminder that we had no time to waste.

I kissed her hungrily, licking into her mouth, trying to capture a part of her. Something to tide me over until I could taste her again. But the deeper I delved, the more I craved, and I knew was this was a hunger I could not satisfy.

Saff tugged at my T-shirt, sliding her hands underneath it. Her fingertips were cool, but the higher she slid the hotter her palms got. Teasing, she flicked her fingertips over my nipples and I hissed. My skin was on fire. Hypersensitive. Desperate for her to touch any piece of it.

I didn't care where she was touching me, I just wanted her to touch me. My cock fought against my zipper. He wanted out. He wanted in Saff.

Fucking hell. I was desperate to give him what he wanted.

With a frustrated groan, she angrily tugged at my T-shirt.

Chuckling, I helped her and pulled it all the way off. Then she went for my cargoes, and those slid down more easily.

Saff sank to her knees and said, “You're not the only one who's been craving something.”

I froze with my hands braced against the sharp edges of the cave wall as I watched her in the darkness. “Saff—"

“Shhh. I'm busy.”

She wrapped both hands around my cock and stroked down the length of me to the base of my shaft, one hand anchoring a firm grip, and already my eyes were ready to roll in the back of my head. With her perched on her knees in front of me, her breath on my tip, I was done for. I could even feel the bead of precum threatening to leak. Fucking hell, she was going to kill me. I had survived the other trainees only to have her kill me while she was the one on her knees.

With her thumb, she spread the bead of precum across the tip of my cock, making me strain even harder. My skin was stretched so tight that every stroke felt like blissful torture.

And then she leaned forward, and with the tip of her tongue she licked all around the head of my dick.

I grunted, dropping one arm to fist a hand in her hair, trying to drag her forward. “No teasing.”

She peered up at me from her knees, her position one of submission, but she knew she was absolutely, completely in control of me. As always, Saff Abbott owned me. I knew it, and so did she.

Her dark eyes shone, and she tentatively licked again.

Fuck.My knees started to go right away.

I fought for control. Fought to keep myself standing. Fought not to embarrass myself by coming within five seconds of her putting her mouth on me. And it was a fight of a lifetime.

Leaning forward, she took me all the way to the back of her throat. When my cock met with resistance, she inhaled then slowly relaxed her throat, taking me even further down. All I could do was watch in mystified awe as her lips wrapped around my cock and she took me all the way down.

I moaned, “Fuck you're so sexy.”

She pulled back slightly and took me down again, all the while, stroking with her hand in time with her mouth. It didn't take long. I was ready to come. Ready to blow and I hadn't even been inside her yet.

With a sharper grip than I meant to use, I tugged her braids, trying to force her to stop. Her eyes glittered mutinously, and then she took me once more down her throat and made the swallowing motion.

The zing of electricity up my spine was enough to make my knees shake. And I had to pull hard to tuck her off my cock. “You naughty thing. I'm not coming yet. Not until I'm inside you.”

“Hurry up then. We are out of time.”

“Sorry, sweetheart, this isn't something I plan on rushing.