King Hunt (Boys of Brisley 1)

“Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”

“Good girl. You taste fucking incredible, don’t make me stop again.”

He was relentless, driving me completely mad with every movement of his mouth. “Sir! God, you make me feel so fucking good!”

“Again, Zeppelin,” he rushed out. “Come on my tongue.”

Sterling’s strong arms eased between my thighs and forced me to spread my legs further as his hands found my breasts, and I could’ve sworn in that moment I was being lifted off the bed like a rag doll. I felt my body tip, my stomach flip and my breath catch in my throat as that perfect tongue swiped and swirled perfectly to make me shake.

This time when I came, it felt like I was floating. The experience was euphoric in a sense, something I’d never experienced in my entire life, and I knew that feeling was tethered to him. No one had ever or would ever make me feel as good as he could — I belonged to him. The unmistakable gush of come was so large I knew it was dripping down his chin, only making me come harder at the visual. I was boneless, and he hadn’t even given me that glorious cock yet. “Sir ... please ... fuck me.”

“On your side,” he growled, quickly undoing his belt and zipper to pull his cock out.

I lifted up a leg for him with ease. The wet spot only confirmed how hard I just orgasmed on his tongue, making my body tremble as I waited for him. “Sir,” I whispered as he got into position. “Yours.”

“Zeppelin, I— fuck, just tell me to stop if it hurts. You never picked a safeword.” He slammed inside of me and grunted, grasping at my skin as he throbbed inside of me, and it was glaringly obvious how long it had been since he’d come. He’d been teasing himself, holding off for me, for this, and because of that my man was bursting at the seams.

“Sir! Oh gods, you fuck me so good.” I clenched tightly around him to bring him even closer to the edge. “Please ...”

I had no idea what I was begging for, but Sterling knew. He snapped his hips harder, faster, holding my ankle to keep my leg up as he kissed and bit a line down my calf. I could feel his suit, the metal of the zipper, the smooth fabric, see the sweat beading on his neck and forehead from the strain of taking me apart in a three-piece, the pure desperation and heat and lust in his brilliantly blue eyes.

“God, I wanted longer,” he whispered sharply as his movements became erratic. “I wasn’t supposed— I don’t come this fast!”

He bottomed out, hot, solid cock pulsing inside of me and drawing one final orgasm from my exhausted body. The tight squeeze made him moan as he scratched my skin, gripping my shoulder to pin me down as he fucked his come deeper and pressed me into the mattress.

“You’re the devil,” he growled, moving my leg to the side and rolling me fully onto my back so he could drop down and kiss me. “A beautiful, torturous devil.”

I clung to him, my mind still hovering above my spent body as I tried to pull myself in. If I was a devil, this man was the king of hell. “Thank you, Sir. My safeword is Squirrel.”

“Squirrel?” he asked, pulling back slightly to stare at me. “I knew you were a little nutty, but damn.”

I huffed lightly and ghosted my fingertips along his perfectly structured face. “Nutty for you.”

“Have I told you lately that I hate you?” he deadpanned, but only a fool would miss the adoration in his eyes. “You’re as ridiculous as your Crocs.”

“You might have once or twice.” I grinned, leaning in for one quick kiss and then melting right back onto his dirty sheets. “One day you’re going to fuck me in those Crocs, Sir.”

“I will absolutely not,” he argued, and this time I was more inclined to believe him. “Go pee and do whatever you need to in order to feel comfortable, and drink some water while you’re at it.”

“Yes, Sir.” It felt a lot like dismissal, and I tried really hard not to take it that way as I went to use the restroom and grab some water.

To avoid the rejection I feared might happen, I decided to take a bath in my own bathroom and try to find my mind again, but for some reason it didn’t help in the slightest. I didn’t know what I was feeling at that moment, but it was a sharp contrast to what I was feeling only minutes before in his strong arms. The bath wouldn’t help, nothing could help ... I needed him.

As if my body was calling to him, Sterling peeked his head inside the bathroom only a moment later, and it took all of me not to jump out and run into his arms. Instead, I pulled my legs to my chest and hugged them, staring at him as I struggled to find the words. “Sir ...”

“Thought I might find you here. Can I join you?”

He stepped fully in the room with a towel around his waist and a worried expression, making me come to my senses. He wasn’t dismissing me, he wanted me too. “Please do, Sir.”

He dropped that towel and carefully slid in the tub behind me, then pulled me to his chest. “Talk to me, Zeppelin. What happened there?”

“I don’t know,” I answered honestly. “Did I— was I a good girl for you?”

“Yes.” He kissed my shoulder and wrapped his arms around me in the hot water. “You were perfect, Zeppelin. I mean that. Can we talk about what we did? No judgements or hurt feelings. I want you to be honest.”

I nodded, closing my eyes softly to focus on his embrace. “I felt how pleased you were, Sir. I didn’t doubt it when you were touching me, but the second I was in a different room I felt ... cold and insecure. I don’t know why, I’m not normally so needy.”

“Because what we do is intense. It’s normal to feel that way, sweetheart. I shouldn’t have sent you to do those things alone, I just didn’t think you’d find it sexy to watch me peel my dress shirt off when it had pit stains. That’s my fault, you were perfect.”

His lips grazed my shoulder again and then my neck, but it was comforting more than sexual. “So clingy after is okay? It wouldn’t scare you away?” He did say no judgement, I hope he meant it.

“It’s encouraged,” he said quietly. “Aftercare looks different for every couple, and if we need to be clingy, we need to be clingy. Your love language is physical touch, Zeppelin. I thought we’d have enough time to at least get cleaned up beforehand, but if you need to jump straight to the cuddling, I’m perfectly fine with that. You will need to pee within a few minutes, though. Everything else can wait.”

Ah, the love language. How did I not think of that?But the fact that he did spoke louder than anything else. “Thank you.” I exhaled deeply as the last of the tension left my body, and in that moment I felt even clingier than before — it just felt a little different. I knew I was safe.

“Thank you. This is the most relaxed I’ve been since he fell. Part of me hates the fact that you distract me so well, but you were right when you said there’s nothing I can do for him from here. And I’d have gone crazy without you.”

His words meant so much to me. Don’t fuck this up, Zepp. “I really like pleasing you, Sterling. How is it that your pleasure feels amazing for me?”

“Because yours feels amazing for me. So many people worry about their own above their partners, but that’s why so many relationships end,” he said simply, grabbing the shampoo and tapping me lightly. “Scoot forward, sweetheart. It’s time to let me take care of you.”