Page 64 of Fit for a King

“It’s just… It’s been a while,” I told him, never feeling more vulnerable. “Please, don’t stop.”

He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on my knee. “I’ll go slow.”

I swallowed and nodded as he began to rub that slick finger over my hole again, every now and then adding a delicious pressure until he finally slipped it inside. I sucked in a breath, getting used to the intrusion, but he didn’t give me too long to linger: a second began to flirt with the first.

“Yesss,” I hissed between my teeth, arching up off the bed as those fingers burrowed in deep, zeroing in on my prostate.

“So tight,” Noah whispered, looking down as he stretched and worked me.

“I can take you,” I promised.

“I have no doubt about that. I’m just thinking about how good it’s going to feel buried inside you.”

“Noah…” His name was an invitation all on its own, because I wanted that—and I wanted it now.

His eyes met mine across my naked body, and I nodded. He removed his fingers and gently pushed my other leg up to join the one at my chest.

I could see his Adam’s apple bob as he took in the picture I made fully spread open for him, fully trusting in him. Then he reached for his cock and began to stroke, and the sight of him kneeling between my legs, his arm flexing with each movement, his cheeks flushed with anticipation and arousal, had my dick leaking all over my stomach.

“Please…” I begged, not something I was accustomed to doing in my life. But in that moment I was fully aware I would give anything to feel Noah inside me.

“Say it again.”

“Please.”

“No.” He lined his cock up with my entrance. “My name.”

I swallowed as we locked eyes, my heart pounding. “Noah,” I said, and he drove inside, one hand guiding and the other on my leg, holding me open.

He went slow like he promised, inching inside as I forced myself to keep breathing. I knew it would be so good once my body got used to it—I just had to adjust to the sheer size of him.

When he paused like he thought I needed it, I growled, “Keep going,” and the corner of Noah’s mouth twitched.

“Still issuing royal commands, even in bed.” He hovered over me as he bottomed out deep inside.

Noah stilled, and it felt so good that I closed my eyes, briefly, before realizing I wanted to remember every minute of tonight. I opened them to see him staring down at me, those hazel eyes burning with desire.

He leaned in, kissing me before whispering, “You make me needy too.”

And then he began to move, slowly at first, barely rocking his hips as he split me open, and I wanted every bit of it—the pain, the pleasure, whatever Noah would give me, I’d take and beg for more.

I wrapped my legs around him, keeping him close and kissing him again as he drew out of me and then drove back in again.

God. It was too good. I wasn’t going to survive Noah Bennett, but that did nothing to dampen how much I wanted him now.

As we began to find our rhythm, he lifted, his hands going to my knees as he thrust inside me, and the picture he made was one I’d never forget. Every part of him was defined, his build more athletic than all those layers of his uniform let on, even though he fit it to tailored perfection. The light brown of his hair trailed lightly down his chest, leading to a treasure trail and the most impressive cock I’d ever seen, much less had inside me.

Everything about Noah Bennett made for a dangerous and intoxicating combination, one I couldn’t get enough of.

I reached for my dick as he tunneled back inside me over and over again, the pleasure almost too much to take. I squeezed the head of my shaft in an effort to stunt the orgasm that hovered, because fuck, I couldn’t be the king that came two minutes in.

“Shit.” Noah stopped suddenly and lowered his head, still throbbing inside me.

“What’s wrong?”

“Just give me a second.” He took a couple of deep breaths, and an embarrassed chuckle escaped him. “I, uh…”

“I know,” I said, pulling him down to take his lips. “Me too.”