King Me (King Me Duet 1)

I let a self-satisfied smirk cover my face when she finally let go of my head. I sat back on my haunches when I realized too late one important fact. Sighing, I moved to lay next to her on my back.

“That’s it.” Though she was panting when she spoke, there was no mistaking the hint of disappointment.

“Unless you have a condom. I don’t.” I had been singularly focused on meeting the man who was my father on my trip to New York. Even knowing I’d likely see Carrie, I hadn’t made sure I had any. That was telling. Maybe I’d always known when she broke up with me and I hadn’t put up a fight that it was over between us.

“Nope. Fresh out of condoms,” she declared. “But that doesn’t seem fair.”

She was on her side, with her head propped up by her left hand as she eyed my crotch. I didn’t stop her when she put her hand just above my waistband. I just watched as she undid the button of my jeans. I held my breath as she slid down my zipper.

There were several ways this could go and all of them were good. I sucked in a breath when her small hand wrapped around the head of my cock and squeezed. I took things a step further and wrapped my hand around hers. I guided her hand with the right pressure down the length of my shaft and up again until we found a rhythm that send me into orbit. I stared in her eyes as we moved our hands as one. When the time came, I had to shift my shirt up with my free hand as my orgasm blew all over my chest.

But there was one thing I didn’t think I would ever forget. She dipped her finger in it and touched it to the tip of her tongue before wrapping her perfect lips around to lick it clean. Holy fuck, I could have come again. It was almost better than a blow job. Almost.

“Let me go get something to clean you up,” she said, hopping off the bed, giving me a show of her beautiful ass. I could kick myself for not bringing a condom.

Next time or would there be one? I wasn’t sure what the morning would bring. But I didn’t expect what I found.

Six

Natalie

Waking up next to Liam would have been perfect if not for my guilty conscience. What had I been thinking? At least someone was looking out for me because he hadn’t had a condom. I’d almost let my drunken brain tell him we could skip it. Luckily, I hadn’t.

But what to do now? How did one handle these kinds of things? Growing up in a small town meant I never had a hook up with a random stranger. In fact, you couldn’t do anything with anyone without someone finding out and spreading rumors.

My phone buzzed. My time was up. I was hiding in the bathroom as I got ready. I wasn’t sure if I hoped he would be awake or not when I came out.

I turned the knob slowly, not wanting to make any noise. When the seal popped, I froze a second. There was only soft breathing on the other side. I had a moment of regret that I had to leave his warmth. He’d held me much of the night as I’d woken in his arms. That had been a first and it was as amazing as it had looked in the movies. The only problem was he wasn’t mine.

There was a vague memory of him claiming he didn’t have a girlfriend or wife. He’d even gone into some detail about his last relationship. But he could be lying. Giving my parent’s tumultuous relationship, I should know better than to believe pretty lies. It was too late now. We’d been up close and personal with each other. Who knew jacking off a guy could be so fucking hot?

It was too early to call Jody to ask her advice. After, I’d gotten directions from the from desk on how to get to a subway. Apparently, taxis were scarce at the moment, as were Ubers. I listened to music on the way to my first official day at work in the hospital. I’d gone there yesterday because I had nowhere else to go.

The hospital was busy. After checking in, I was sent to the maternity ward which was short-staffed. The woman in Human Resources said, “We have a full house up there: even a VIP. That will be your assigned department for today. Check with the department nurse there for your specific task.”

Once upstairs, I stepped into a madhouse. The ward was U-shaped, with the nurses’ station in the middle. I headed in that direction and stopped short when I spotted a pregnant woman on the bed in a room I’d almost passed, who held a man’s shirt by the collar.