Locked Hearts (Chained Hearts Duet 2)

“You should sleep.”

Well, those are not the words I had expected to hear from him.

Sleep? Is he insane?

I’m horny and want sex.

Drunk Sailor equals sex.

A lot of sex.

“I want to fuck,” I say, turning around and dropping down into a yoga pose with my ass in the air, legs tucked, so he can see all of me.

“Fuck me, Sailor,” he breathes out.

And before I can say anything, his hands are on my back and he flips me over, moves me to the top of the bed, and places me there like a doll. “Stay there and go to fucking sleep. I’m not going to fuck you while you’re drunk. I want to fuck you when you know you’re being fucked, so you don’t forget a single fucking thing,” he bites out. He pulls up the duvet and places it over me. Then he walks away, and I hear the shower turn on. Pushing the covers back, I get out of bed and walk in to see one of his hands braced on the wall, the other on his cock as he pumps it hard and fast.

“I can help with that,” I say, stepping into the shower.

“No, you can watch.” He continues stroking his long, hard cock. I keep my distance, but I bite my lip and push my tits together, squeezing the nipples. His eyes are locked on me, but his hand never stops moving on his cock.

I slide my hand down between my legs and touch myself, and his hand goes even faster, working his cock. I watch as he comes, and after he does, he leans in, inches from my lips. “I’ll be fucking you the minute I open my eyes in the morning, lollipop.” He steps out of the shower, leaving me there, smirking. I wash myself quickly and walk out to find him lying in bed. I climb in next to him and he pulls me close and kisses the top of my head. “Sleep, lollipop.”

I do.

I pass the fuck out.

Hard.

I wake to hands skirting up my naked body. Hands so warm that I lean in and melt into their touch. Kisses skate across my neck, and I know those kisses. I’ve missed those kisses. Hands so tender drag along my legs until they reach my inner thighs before they move upward to where they’re meant to be. I turn, facing him. And I cover my mouth because, hello, morning breath.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, lust obvious in his voice.

“Morning breath,” I whisper.

He removes his hand for a quick second, turns over, and I hear the drawer opening before he turns back around and passes me a little white pill. I look at it, confused.

“Mint… for your mouth.” I take it, the minty flavor coats my tongue as his hands dive back under the covers and he pulls me closer to him, his hands back on my legs as he gently massages them. “Do you remember last night?” His voice is dark as he leans in and places lazy, soft kisses up my neck. I bare my neck more because I like the way it feels. The way he feels.

“I do.”

“Do you still want me to fuck you, lollipop?” he asks, biting my ear and tugging it between his lips.

“Yes,” I reply, without any hesitation.

Keir pulls my leg up over his and I feel him hard between my legs, right on that spot. My body starts moving, grinding on him, as he continues to kiss me. He raises his hand to his mouth, and he sucks his fingers before he moves them between us and touches my clit. He applies pressure—sweet, wonderful pressure—then moves in circular motions while I grind on his cock.

“You will move in with me,” he states as our movements become faster. “And every morning we will wake up like this.”

He almost has me.

Almost.

“No.”

“I’ve called it off. You were there,” he says.

When I say nothing, his hand stops, and I push his shoulder back. He moves as I climb on top of him, pushing myself back on him until I feel him there. Then, I lower myself on his cock and he groans before trying again. “Tell me you will.”

“No,” I repeat.

He grips my hips and stops me from moving. “Sailor, tell me you will.”

I lean down and manage to kiss his lips. “No.”

Keir’s hands slide up to my face to deepen the kiss, and I start moving my hips, rocking them back and forth, and feeling every inch of him inside of me.

I can feel it—it’s coming so fast.

His lips taste so good, my mind is out of control. So much so that when he throws me off him, I’m still reaching for him like a lost puppy. He gets up, opens his drawer again, and pushes me back down. “Spread them.” I do as he says, the ache building as I wait for him to come back. His cock is rock hard and covered in me.