I couldn’t recall the last man I’d skipped a condom with, maybe never. Since I’d been so wild in my twenties, it had been a non-negotiable for my relationships. The way Kingston was looking down at me, his perfect jawline and incredibly kind eyes had me shaking my head.
“We don’t need one.”
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Eli.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, princess.”
“I haven’t had sex in a while. I’m a little nervous,” I admitted.
“Relax. I’ve got you.”
Kingston rubbed his hand along my sides, tracing patterns on my rib cage, my hips, across my stomach. His gentle touches chased away the last of my nerves. When I was fully relaxed, he stripped off his underwear. Though I wanted to spy what he was working with, I focused on my breath so I wouldn’t freak out. He positioned his cock in between my legs, pushing slowly inside my pussy while my body grew accustomed to his thickness. Kingston entered me deeper and it was like his cock found pleasure spots no one else ever explored. The action pulled a long, low, guttural moan from me.
“Are you okay, Eli?”
“I’m so much more than okay, King.”
He cracked his palm on the tender spot where my thigh and butt met. I hissed from the sharp bite of pain.
“Sir! You’re serious about being called…”
“You like that, princess? You like being wrapped around Daddy’s cock?”
His question made my protest fade away and I answered him enthusiastically. “Fuck! Yes. Yes, I do. I fucking love it.”
King chuckled at my announcement, thrusting faster. Him calling himself Daddy while he fucked me in my own bed hit differently. A magical combination of rough yet tender. I couldn’t compare it to anything else because I’d expected rougher from him due to the stupid judgmental crap I’d held about him. I'd never experienced sex that almost felt like a spiritual connection. He made my nerves light up in the best way possible.
I kissed him, kneading my fingers into his shoulders, his arms, whatever part of him I could reach, hoping he viewed me as an active participant. I usually made a point to be one, but pleasure crashed through me so hard. A wail that must havebeen buried inside me my entire life suddenly tore from my lips. Kingston stilled, slowly withdrawing. He lay next to me, pulling me into his embrace while tears poured over my cheeks. It felt like whatever else I’d been holding on to purged itself from my body without my permission. What was it about Reed and King that made me feel so incredibly safe in their presence? After a little while, I released a shuddering breath.
“Shhh, Eli. It’s okay. I’m right here.”
“I’m so embarrassed.”
“Don’t be. You’ve been holding that in a long time, haven’t you?”
I nodded as he whispered sweet things in my ears, occasionally planting a kiss on my forehead. “I don’t think I can handle a spanking after that.”
“Agreed. Come here, beautiful girl. Let’s get your pajamas on. Then I do have to go.”
“Will… What does…. I know what you said tonight but–” I cut myself off from babbling and took a few seconds to breathe. I wanted to be with Kingston in a relationship but those doubts prevented me from explaining myself well.
“Please don’t get trapped in your head again. We’ll take it slow, but we are going to see where this leads. Okay?”
“And you’re certain you can get Reed on board?”
“I have no reason to believe otherwise.”
“I bet Reed has reason to believe otherwise.”
“I’m very convincing.”
“I’m starting to realize it.”
He winked before rolling out of bed. I shifted around to watch him dress in his uniform. Even the way he buttoned up the crisp white shirt flexed his forearms. The action was getting me worked up again. My stare drifted lower to Kingston’s incredibly muscular thighs, accentuated by the tight navy slacks. I fantasized about being spanked while he wore them andnothing else. Kingston finished dressing with flair then reached down and retrieved my forgotten panties.
“Do you need these?”
