King Me (King Me Duet 1)

Harder than I’d ever been, my cock could’ve punched a hole through my shorts to get to her cunt as she moved to lay on top of me.

Fuck my pride for not buying condoms. Truthfully, it had been a conscious decision. I could say no without them. She couldn’t regret anything that happened if she provided the means for us to cross that line.

She slid off of me to curl at my side. Her hand slid down my abs and under the waistband of my shorts to grab my cock. It didn’t stay there. She moved again to push down my shorts. I lifted my hips, letting her run the show.

The fact was if she shifted and straddled my lap and impaled herself on my cock, I would let her. I was that far gone.

Her hand once again wrapped around my cock. It was probably a good thing she didn’t use her mouth. As it was, I was ready to blow. It would only take a few strokes to get me there.

She paid attention from the first time she’d jacked me off without my help. Her hand was just tight enough, the tempo perfect as she rotated her hand all the way to the tip and back down. I came hard with a grunt. Jet streams of come coated my torso and her hand.

The kiss came unexpectedly a second later. I’d been looking down at my chest when her lips covered mine. That was all it took for heat to flare up inside me again.

She pulled back and said, “I’ll get a towel.”

I nodded, seriously considering finding a convenience store or banging on the doors of my neighbors in search of a condom.

When she came back, I had to bite my tongue from asking her to join me in the shower. If I did, I would have fucked her, condoms be damned.

Instead, I rolled her to her side and curled around her, leaving her fantastic ass pressed against my dick.

“Your doc is a fool,” I murmured.

“He’s not mine. I told you, he hasn’t even tried to kiss me. I don’t think he’s interested.”

“Good for me,” I said, nuzzling her neck.

She giggled. “Good for me, too.”

“If I’d been him, I would have tried to kiss you that first night.”

“Yeah,” she said, rolling to face me. “Kiss me then.”

Neither of us waited. Our mouths crashed together as if magnetized. My hands moved under the shirt she wore. I cupped her breast, eager to get my mouth there. I groaned and stopped myself.

“What?” she said, sexily teasing me because she knew just what.

I turned her around and resumed our former position. “Sleep,” I commanded. I had to be at my brother’s in the morning.

When I awoke, I happily made breakfast for Natalie. I was humming to myself when a phone chimed. The sound came from the direction of the island where Natalie left her purse. I moved closer, to see her phone lying face down next to it. I knew she was worried about her mom and so I grabbed her phone for her.

I had no intentions to spy, but it was only natural to glance at the screen. There was a text and not from her mom. It was from Brian. His message read, I hope to talk about our relationship this weekend.

She lied to me. She made it seem like there was nothing between the two of them. Rage grew as I put the phone back down and went to the stove. I thought about tossing everything in the trash before I heard padded steps headed my way.

Twenty-One

Natalie

“Smells so good,” I said. “I love breakfast.”

When he didn’t reply, I assumed he might be grumpy person in the morning. It wasn’t like I’d ever been there when he got up.

“Do you need a ride?” he asked. His question was emotionless, but again I shrugged his mood off.

“No. I work the afternoon shift. I can take the subway home.”

“Good.”

For a second, I thought maybe I misheard him. However, he turned in my direction but didn’t look at me. Okay. Then he slid eggs from the skillet onto two plates and I again excused his behavior. He was just focused. That all felt plausible until he roughly shoved one of the plates in my direction and said, “I hope you like your eggs scrambled.”

“Yeah. I’m not a picky eater.” I thought I told him that before, but I couldn’t remember. Something wasn’t right and I decided to call him on it. “Did I do something to piss you off?” I asked, ignoring the steaming hot food in front of me.

Finally, he looked at me and fury colored his beautiful eyes. “I don’t know what game you’re playing—”

“Game?” He either didn’t hear my indignant question, or he was ignoring me.

“You show up here and tease me.”