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Pulling him into my mouth, I bobbed my head up and down, coating his length and taking him deeper each time. I hollowed my cheeks and ran my tongue along the underside of his dick with each stroke, and the hand he still had in my hair shook as he groaned.
“Fucking hell, Piper.”
A pleased, proud feeling swelled inside me at the gruff sound of his voice. I was doing that to him. Making him come apart like that.
To be fair, I hadn’t met a guy yet who didn’t like getting head. But this felt like more than that. I could feel the bond between us swirling in the air, and with every deep pull on his cock, every curse and groan that fell from his lips, the bond strengthened.
And he wasn’t the only one who was being driven a little crazy. I had never disliked giving blowjobs, but I’d never fucking loved it like this. I couldn’t get enough of his cock, of the smooth feel of his skin against my tongue, of the ridges and contours I wanted to explore for hours. My hands gripped his thighs, using them for leverage as I worked my mouth over him, but even without touching myself, I was getting close to coming.
A heavy, full feeling made my breasts ache, and as my pussy walls clenched rhythmically, as if they were clamped around his cock instead of my lips, bursts of pleasure radiated from my clit.
Kingston used his grip on my hair to angle my head slightly, tilting it back a little so I could look up at him. His eyes blazed as he stared back at me, and his tongue darted out to wet his full, aristocratic lips.
“Do you know how many times I’ve thought about your lips wrapped around me? How many times I’ve fucked my own hand in the shower, imagining it was your sweet mouth? Your pussy? Your ass?”
His nostrils flared as he spoke, and he began to push up harder into my mouth. I relaxed my jaw and let him have some control, and he used the grip on my hair to guide my movements, pushing deeper into my throat with each thrust—never hurting me, but straining the boundaries of what I could take.
“I’ve imagined fucking you in every position I can think of, in every room of this damn castle.” His voice dropped lower, rasping with strain as I felt him thicken against my tongue. “I’ve imagined taking you in this room. Against the wall. In the shower. On this very fucking bench.”
His words were like a shot of desire injected straight into my veins. It wasn’t just the dirty promise in them that lit me on fire, it was the truth in them.
He wanted me. He might not want to want me, but at least I wasn’t alone in being drawn toward him by a pull too strong to resist. At least he felt the same things I felt.
And if I had my way, we’d check off every single one of his dirtiest fantasies in real life.
My clit throbbed harder, and I focused back in on his cock, creating suction with my lips and sucking as I pumped up and down his length.
“Fuck… Fuck… Fuck!”
His last word was punctuated with a thrust of his hips, and then he exploded, bathing the back of my throat with his cum. The sound of him, the feel and taste of him, pushed me over the edge too. I came on his heels, my clit throbbing and my core clenching despite never having been touched. My world exploded into white sparks as I continued to suck and lap at him, the movements jerky and desperate as I fought to maintain control.
He gasped in shuddering breaths as I licked every inch of his dick clean, and when I finally pulled back, he released his grip on my hair.
We gazed at each other across the few feet that separated our faces. His dick was still hard. It had hardly softened at all, despite the intensity of his orgasm, and my body was already starting to contemplate all the amazing things he could do with that thing if he wasn’t done yet.
“That was…” His chest rose and fell a few times as he tried to catch his breath. Then he shook his head, seeming to give up on trying to find words to describe it. “Thank you.”
“Pretty sure I should be the one thanking you,” I shot back, rising slowly to my feet. “I feel like I could bench press a truck right now.”
My body was so full of energy, I could’ve sworn my skin was glowing slightly.
“So, are you all powered up?” Kingston asked, hooking his hands into the waistband of my pants and tugging me toward him. His gaze flicked down to my core, and I knew he could probably smell me. Smell how turned on I was. What sucking his cock had done to me. “What happens if you… overcharge?”
His green eyes had that teasing glint in them, and something warm sparked in my heart even as desire ran through me like a river.
“I don’t think that’s possible,” I murmured, letting him pull me even closer. “It’s never enough.”
His arms banded around my lower back as he pulled me onto his lap again, a low growl rising in his throat before he kissed me. His cock was still free, so when I straddled his hips again, the only thing separating us was the thin fabric of my leggings. But they would be easy enough to get rid of.
I rocked against him. Despite the fact that he’d just come in my mouth, he was hard as steel beneath me, clearly ready for me.
And I hadn’t been kidding. It was never enough.
Our bodies began to move in sync as we kissed long and deep and hard. I wondered if he could taste himself on my tongue, and the thought sent a jolt of lust through me. I grabbed for the hem of his shirt, ready to say “fuck the consequences” and just hope our luck held out and no one found us in here—
The lights flickered.
Kingston and I both froze, breaking our kiss to blink at each other in surprise. Panic fluttered in my chest. “What now?”
