I obeyed, holding my breath as he ran his hands lazily up my thighs to cup my ass.
“Should I get a dick piercing?”
So much for any romance this time.
“You still have to wear a condom,” I said saltily as I felt his teeth on the skin of my cheeks, biting down hard enough to make me gasp in surprise.
“Of course. You think I’m an idiot? I don’t want a baby.You’reon birth control, though, right? I don’t need to use a condom with you.”
My heart started to pound faster.
“I’ll just go bare with you, because you’re the only one I trust. Now bend over.”
When I obeyed, he pulled my ass closer, his tongue running down my crack to circle my asshole.
“You’re such a freak,” I moaned, wishing it didn’t feel so good, wishing I didn’t like every naughty thing he did to me so much. “How come you always want to lick me there, ass muncher?”
“I want to lick you everywhere because you taste so good. Even your toes. When will you let me lick your toes?”
“Not right now,” I said breathlessly, not because I objected, just because I was desperate for something, anything to be out of his reach. For anything he could yearn for.
My ass made such juicy sounds as he ate it, and I felt a wave of embarrassment as my legs began to tremble.
I was going to come just from this!
God!
He made rumbly noises between my cheeks, and I was torn between shame and arousal, crying out softly as I came, the release dripping down my thighs to coat my legs.
Kings only slapped my ass and sat back down on the couch.
“Ride me,” he said, and I did, sinking down onto his cock with my sopping wet channel, trying to not to make a noise, but bursting out with ridiculous little moans and gasps, then coming again. And again, until he came too, the both of us sticky and soaked.
“Good one, baby.”
“Want to go get some dinner?” I tried to ask casually, pulling my hair into a bun.
“Not on Valentine’s Day,” Kings said. “That would look too much like adate. Let’s just stay in and order pizza. You’re ok with that, right baby? I can’t do anything like that until I’m making some damn money.”
Oh, so it wasn’t like he was totally opposed to dating someone? He just didn’t want to right now. For PR reasons.
But then my stomach sunk in cold horror the moment I stepped into his dorm bathroom. It smelled intensely like a Bath & Body Works, a heavy mixture of vanilla chai and pumpkin spice and apple pie and hyacinth body sprays.
He’d had a girl in here.
He’d had a girl in here right before me, right when I was at work dreaming about what he’d look like when he saidI love youfor the first time.
My knees buckled when I saw that condom in the garbage bin. One. . .two. . .how many were there?
Tears filled my eyes as I quickly used the toilet and washed up.
I wasn’t his one and only. I was just one of many.
My hands were trembling a bit as I tried to comb the snarls out of my long dark hair in the mirror and then Kingsley was in the doorway.
“Come on out, baby girl.”
His fingers strummed that guitar, even the chord he chose low and wicked and lascivious.
