Exposed King (Boys of Brisley 2)

“Say no more, baby. I’m all yours.” He helped me get him naked then backed up to the bed and laid down, holding out his arms for me. “Missed you.”

“Missed you too.” I climbed up and kissed him, loving how I could feel him grow under me as his arousal picked up. “Miss your mouth too, baby.”

I smiled with my tongue between my teeth, knowing that always made my man weak, and I wasn’t disappointed as his pupils blew and he reached between my legs to finger me.

“Fuck, you’re wet already. Were you touching yourself out there?”

“No.” He wasn’t wrong, I’d been soaking my panties for days without any energy to do anything about it, but I was finally getting what I craved. “Just need you that bad. You want a taste?”

“Absolutely,” he nodded, trying to pull me up to get to me. “Yes, please.”

“Oh, my polite man.” I plopped onto my back and spread for him, fingering myself as he moved into position and then sucked my fingers clean so he could watch.

“Like the way you taste, baby?” He swiped his tongue between my thighs then slid it into my mouth, twitching hard when I sucked that clean, too. “Fucking hell. I love you. Marry me.”

He buried his face in my pussy again and spared me having to answer, but when he licked up my clit again I nearly screamed that I would. I’d absolutely marry Oliver one day, I was sure of it. He ate me out like he’d never tasted anything so sweet, making me moan his name and yell how much I loved him every time he made me come. Every orgasm felt like it would never end, and when I flipped our position and moved to sink down on him I felt another one building almost instantly. “Don’t come, Papí. I need more. So much fucking more!”

“Fuck.” His face was soaked, eyes unfocused, and his dick was so hard it almost hurt. “No better way to make a man come than to tell him not to,” he rushed out, gripping my hips to slow me down. “Gonna kill me, baby.”

I gripped his throat to make it worse, needing to push his limits for some reason I wasn’t sure of. “Tell me it wouldn’t be the best way to go. Death by tu novia’s pussy.”

“It would,” he admitted, planting his feet and fucking me almost as roughly as I needed him to. “So fucking wet, baby. Feels so fucking good, you’re so beautiful.”

His voice was as strained as the muscles in his toned body as I rode him, and the sight of him alone was enough to have me coming again — but that combined with how good he felt inside of me had me lifting off so I could squirt all over him.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, staring down with wide eyes as his legs started to shake. “Baby, I’m fucking close. Right there. Gimme.” He pulled me down hard and slammed inside of me, but I wasn’t ready for him to let go yet.

I stilled, holding a finger to his lips as I slowly slid off of him so I could reach down to grip the base. “Not yet, Papí. I’m not done with you.”

My big, giant Ollie was shaking under me, whimpering and rutting into my hand like he couldn’t help himself. “Okay. Okay, okay. I got this. Fuck, I love you.”

I released him, watching it throb and leak desperately and then I moved to straddle his face. “Two more, baby. Then I’ll give you the best orgasm of your life.”

“Two?” He grazed my clit with his teeth then slid his tongue out to let me ride it, and with as hard as this was for him, I knew he loved it.

It didn’t take long to get those two out of me and then I got between his legs to lick the flavor of myself off of him. My poor man was trembling as I sucked on my middle finger, then stopped breathing entirely as I slid it into his ass as his dick disappeared into my throat.

“M-Mia— Holy fuck!” He gasped, jerking his hips which only drove him deeper, and he came so hard it made his toes cramp. “Nngh,” he whimpered.

I made sure not to swallow it right away, because I wanted to hold him there until he was calm, then drive him crazy as I showed him the mess on my tongue.

“Is there something more permanent than marriage?” he asked breathlessly, pulling me up to kiss me deeply. “Blood bonds, maybe?”

I chuckled, laying on him and the mess we made without a care in the world. “How about we start with a bath?”

“Mmhm. Bath sounds good. Blood bond later. I dunno what the fuck possessed you to do that, but I think I love you more now.”

“That’s my daily goal, Papí. Get Ollie to love me more.” And every day I feared I’d fail. Thank God I hadn’t.

~

“Dinora,” I called,peeking my head down the stairs to find her when I heard the front door close. Ollie had taken the boys to check out this side of town and show them where their schools were going to be, leaving Dinora and I alone for a while. I was grateful, because I needed my sister more than I had in a while. I’d puked again, and this time the second I began brushing my teeth, it hit me.

The nausea, the ridiculous hormones, the fact that I’d cried watching a commercial and had to hide upstairs so no one would know ... this was exactly how I’d felt when I was pregnant with Rio.

I’d been on the shot since he was born, but ever since I’d had that conversation with Ollie, I realized I’d completely spaced getting my latest one. My periods had been inconsistent as hell before I’d started and they’d stopped completely with that first shot, so either way, I knew I couldn’t base anything off of those ... but could I really be pregnant already? Would Ollie really be as happy as he claimed he would be? I couldn’t help but be nervous.

When Dinora walked in my room, I felt those fears bubbling up in my chest, and I blurted it out before I could stop myself. “I think I’m pregnant.”

“Just another family member of mine dropping information that’s supposed to be shocking but isn’t,” she said, pulling a pregnancy test out of her purse. “Go take it. I had my suspicions when you were the only one throwing up in a house of eight people with no grasp of personal space.”

“Fuck.” I took it, then stared down at it like it was a bomb. “How the hell can we fit anyone else in this house?”

“Only one way to find out if it’s necessary. There’s a clinic not far from here if you need it.”

I turned away without a comment and went into the bathroom to take it. I didn’t look at it at all as I set it on the counter and washed my hands, but once I had nothing to do but wait, I began to pace. Ollie would be happy. Everyone would be happy, including me. So why the hell was I so scared? Everything was different than it was before, and as I slowly approached that bomb once again and saw the result ... I couldn’t fucking breathe. “Dinora!”