Deviant King (Royal Elite 1)

He shakes his head. “You have to step up your game.”

I place a hesitant hand on his T-shirt, rise up and capture his lips in a tentative kiss. He groans before he deepens the kiss, leaving me breathless and boneless.

When I break apart, he smirks. “Still not enough.”

If I can keep the attention on him, he’ll leave me alone, right?

I push him back so he’s sitting on his haunches and I’m in a similar position in front of him. “Take off your T-shirt.”

He raises an eyebrow as if he doesn’t know where I’m taking this. “Why would I do that?”

“Just do it.”

He chuckles as he pulls the back of his T-shirt over his head and throws it behind him.

I try not to gawk and fail miserably. If he looked good with his uniform and jersey on, then he’s looking absolutely delectable with nothing on.

The hard ridges of his muscles aren’t only cut, but they’re also defined like he spent time sharpening every ab. He has a few beauty moles at his side like the one at the corner of his eye.

One of the arrow tattoos seems to be p

ointing straight at his heart.

I reach a hesitant hand to where his heart lies. My palm burns at the contact and my own heart nearly topples over at the skyrocketing beat in his.

The regular, healthy beat.

Not wanting to be caught feeling his heartbeat like a creep, I caress his hardened nipple feeling mine tighten and throb as if he’s touching it.

“I’m almost sure you don’t know how to be a cock tease.” His voice is rough, deep, and chilling. “But you are.”

“W-what?”

He snatches my hand from his nipple and flattens it against the thick bulge in his jeans. “Do you feel what your little teasing does to me?”

My eyes widen and my pulse drums in an irregular rhythm.

Before I can react, Aiden unzips his jeans and yanks them with his boxer briefs away, freeing his rock-hard cock.

Holy. Shit.

The only dicks I’ve seen in my life were from porn — I was curious, don’t judge. I always had the idea that the real thing isn’t as aesthetically pleasing — or big.

Well, I’m proved wrong because Aiden should get his crotch painted. Or photographed.

Or anywhere that’s not near me, basically.

That thing isn’t supposed to be within human reach.

Aiden watches me watch his cock with that dark look. “Have you wrapped those lips around a dick before?”

I gulp, shaking my head.

As if possible, Aiden’s erection hardens more.

“Fuck.” His eyes shine with a sheen of possessiveness that strikes deep within me.

My body leaps to attention, and I keep licking my lips even though I don’t mean to.