Page 169 of LA King

“That feels so fucking good,” he says, and my core contracts at his praise. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”

I appreciate the warning, but I’m desperate to taste him and I don’t let up. He comes, hot, thick, and heavy against my throat, and I swallow greedily, sucking and licking the length of his shaft as I clean up every last drop.

His hands fall to his sides, and I let him slip from my mouth and gaze up at him. He looks like I usually feel after he’s made me come, and that makes me feel both special and empowered.

I crawl up the bed, and he pulls me to him for a kiss. His tongue dips inside my mouth and I groan. Knowing that he’s tasting himself on me is such a turn-on.

He breaks our kiss and grins at me. “You sure you’ve never done that before?”

I shake my head. “Never. Was it okay?”

“Okay? That’s like saying da Vinci was an okay painter.”

I giggle, feeling light and unrestrained, all of the hurt from the club already gone. “Are you saying I’m a blowjob genius then?”

“Well, genius might be a stretch.” He winks at me. “But you’ll definitely get there with practice.”

I gasp dramatically, and he laughs before wrapping his giant arms around me. He runs the pad of his thumb back and forth across my shoulder blade, and I practically melt into him.

This right here feels like heaven.

“I suppose tonight has been a night of firsts,” he says.

“Why is that?”

He cups my chin and tips my head up so I’m looking into his eyes. “What happened in the club … I’ve never done that with anyone before. Not in public. I want you to know that.”

“Never?”

“Never. I’ve never danced with anyone in public either. Well, except for my mom, and I might have danced with my cousin Lauren once at a wedding.”

“With your cousin? Seriously?”

“I was only thirteen!” He tickles me until I squeal with laughter, only stopping when I beg. He rolls me onto my back, the weight of him pressing me into the mattress. His brown eyes sparkle.

“Why do you push me away, Alex?” I ask, letting myself be vulnerable with him.

“Because you want more from me than I’m prepared to give you.”

What a crock of shit. “You’re an arrogant asshole, you know that? How do you know what I want? You’ve never even asked me.”

He frowns. “I can tell by the way you look at me. You want⁠—”

“I don’t want your love if that’s what you’re afraid of.” It’s a lie, but I opened up to him, and now he’s acting like a bastard.

“You don’t?”

Why the hell does he sound hurt? He literally just said he can’t offer me more. “You told me you don’t do love, and I accept that. All I want from you is exactly what you give me. So you don’t have to be cruel to push me away.” I hold his gaze, letting him know he doesn’t intimidate me, no matter how good he is at giving me orgasms. “I’m already at a safe distance, and I intend to stay here.”

“So it doesn’t matter to you that all I want is your body?”

“That suits me just fine because that’s all I’m offering.”

He pins my wrists above my head, and my hips lift up to meet him. Bastard or not, my body always wants him. “You’ll give me whatever I want, princesa,” he growls. “If I want your heart too, I’ll take it.”

“What would you do with it?” I wrap my legs around his waist, and his cock nudges against my opening. “My body you understand completely, maybe even better than I do, but you wouldn’t have a clue how to handle my heart, big guy. Besides, it’s much too good for you.”

“You might be right about that.” He slides the tip of his length inside me. “Now, how about we stop talking and I fuck you?”