“I know you aren’t.” He grips my balls and tugs. “But I still don’t think you could handle it.”
I don’t even care how close everyone else is and that my moans might be loud enough for the guards outside to hear—I want him inside of me.
I need it.
“Rip, please.” I want to tear out my throat for begging, but I’m desperate.
Instead of responding, Rip picks up the pace as he jerks me off. Knowing it isn’t enough, he scissors fast in my hole at thesame time, and it’s happening so fast I lose the ability to do anything but whimper.
Seconds later, I’m coming through the fence, and Rip lets me ride it out. It feels like all the weight has been expelled from my body, leaving me a panting mess, yet yearning for more.
Rip forces me to a stand and lets me lean against him. “I’d take you inside, but there are probably a few too many eyes in there.”
I laugh weakly. “You think?”
“We can stay out here.” He lowers us to the ground, making sure to pull me against him. He pulls up my slacks and fixes my clothes, and I don’t have the energy to tell him to quit.
No one’s held me like this in… ever. I should tell him he doesn’t need to do this, but the words never find their way out of my mouth.
When I look up at him, he’s already staring at me. The usual hardness in his eyes has vanished, replaced with something softer. That alone should scare me because not even a day ago, we established this was nothing.
His lips look so soft, and all I want is for them to press against mine. Against my better judgment, like all my actions today, I lean in for a kiss.
But it never happens. When I open my eyes, the amount of guilt in Rip’s frown is palpable. I’m not sure he knows he’s showing it.
“Kingsley,” he mutters, almost like he doesn’t want to. “I?—”
“It’s fine. You said no kissing.”
I meant it. It is fine. Yet I can’t stop the churning in my stomach.
21
Rip
In Kingsley’s doorway, I lean against the frame like I own the room, but he hasn’t noticed me. When I knock, he whirls around.
“I have something for you.”
Realizing it’s me, he faces the mirror again and continues fixing his classy attire. “Who let you in?”
I close the door, hiding the box in my hands behind my back. “Odette and Paul.”
“I don’t remember agreeing to all these unannounced visits,” he says flatly. “I could be naked right now.”
“I wish. Do you want the gift or not?”
The glint in his eyes shows that he’s finally given in. King pulls my arm, wanting to see what’s in the small, green Christmas-wrapped box. The wrapping job isn’t as good as Santa’s elves’, but considering I’ve only wrapped a gift a handful of times in my life, I’d say it’s decent.
He shakes it, and the item clunks inside. “I can’t believe you bought me something.”
I smile. “I’m full of surprises. Open it.”
He drops to the floor and unwraps it without an ounce of delicacy, totally ignoring how long I took to wrap it, and reveals aplain black box. Kingsley bites on the tape and rips it off with his teeth, and I swear, it’s the sexiest thing I’ve seen him do. Well, right beside the way his big, watery eyes look up at me when my dick is down his throat.
He pulls out the small, sleek bullet and stares in awe. “Uh… is this…?”
“A butt plug,” I respond cheekily. “If you couldn’t tell.”
