Page 108 of King
Chapter 33
King/Dante
Ella and I fell asleep on the couch, snuggled up together. It had already been late when I was released from custody, and it was even later by the time we’d finished talking. I’d felt like a weight had been lifted from me with my quasi-confession to Ella that I’d avenged BeBe’s murder. I'd left out the part about Cowboy being at my side, because that part wasn't mine to tell.
I woke up a little after three in the morning. My arm was asleep where it was wrapped around her, and I knew her neck would probably hurt from the angle her head was tilted. I gently woke her, then told her to head up to bed while I turned the lights off and locked up.
She gave me a sleepy smile as she walked toward the stairs, and by the time I joined her, she was curled up on her side of the bed. I curled my body around hers, loving to spoon her as we fell asleep.
Her alarm went off a few hours later, and she grumbled as she turned it off. She spent a minute or two tapping away at the screen, then smiled as she laid the phone back down on her nightstand.
“I just emailed my boss to let him know I need the day off,” she said, trailing her fingers down the side of my neck and then through the hair on my chest.
“What a coincidence,” I said with a smile. “I took the day off, too.”
I didn’t want to push for sex, since I knew the wounds I’d opened up with my lies were still tender. I wanted to heal them. I wanted to heal her, but I wanted it to be on her timeline. I wanted to give her the power to guide our next steps.
I’d told her that last night. She had whispered a thank you, and then laid her head on my chest and fallen asleep.
So, I forced myself to get out of bed, taking a quick shower before heading downstairs to start cooking breakfast. Ella had the ingredients for my mom’s blueberry pancakes, so I started mixing the batter while she was in the shower. I waited to pour the batter onto the griddle until I heard her making her way down the stairs.
She was fresh-faced and beautiful, with her hair in a ponytail. I definitely approved of the way her T-shirt clung to her full tits, and the curve of her ass in the shorts she had on. I reached down and adjusted my dick, which started to thicken against my zipper. Jesus, I hoped she took pity on me before I had a permanent case of blue balls.
Ella raved about my pancake-making skills as she ate every bite. After a quick kitchen clean-up, we discussed going for a ride on my bike later.
I took her hand and led her into the living room, where we snuggled down into what was quickly becomingour cornerof the couch. “I have a confession to make, sugar. When I put you on the back of my bike for the first time, I was basically announcing to the club that you’re my Ol’ Lady.”
She looked up at me in shock, and I explained about the traditions of my family, and most of the bikers in our MC.
She raised a brow and gave me a pointed look. “So, does that mean I get one of those cuts with your name on the back?”
I nodded. “I ordered it a few days after our first ride. It’s in my office at the clubhouse. I’ve just been waiting for the right time to give it to you.”
She smiled and laid her head back down on my shoulder, and a moment later, I felt the soft press of her lips on my neck. She shifted slightly so she could nibble her way up my neck, then she gently captured my earlobe between her teeth and tugged. That shot a jolt of pleasure through my body, and I groaned as my hand tightened on her waist. The other one grabbed hold of her ponytail. I wound it around my fist and used it to guide her head back, then swooped down for a kiss.
She shimmied onto my lap to straddle me as the kiss deepened. When she sank down on me and began to grind her cotton-covered pussy against me, I couldn’t decide if I was in heaven or hell. My dick was rock-hard and pressing against my zipper in a way that bordered on painful, but the urge to grab her hips and pull her tighter was almost fucking impossible to resist.
I tore my mouth from hers and stared down into her pretty blue eyes. My breathing was harsh, and my body was tense.
“Sugar, tell me what you want,” I pleaded, needing to hear from her that she was ready for more.
“I want to take my sexy ass upstairs to my room, and I want to get naked and bend over for you.” I tensed as I recognized those words, but by the time I’d opened my mouth to apologize once more, Ella flashed a seductive smile and slipped off my lap.
“I’ll be waiting for you,” she promised, then strutted to the bottom of the stairs, pulling her shirt off and tossing it aside on the way. She turned around to look at me, laughing when shesaw the stunned look on my face as I stared at her tits barely covered by black lace.
“I have another yoga position I thought we could try,” she said with a laugh, then turned and ran up the stairs.
I willed myself to count to thirty, and then to thirty again. I was pretty fucking sure I missed a few numbers in the middle, because I was too busy imagining Ella in the thong that matched that black bra.
I stood up and ripped my T-shirt over my head, dropping it on the living room floor as I started up the stairs. I took them two at a time, unbuckling my belt and unfastening my jeans as I went. I rounded the corner into her bedroom and stopped short at the vision in front of me.
Ella stood in the center of the room, completely naked. She was looked confident and proud, but I detected the faintest hint of self-consciousness under her bravado. I stripped off my jeans and boxers without taking my eyes off her for a second.
Her gaze zeroed in on my cock, which slapped against my abdomen as it was freed from the constricting fabric. I gripped my length lightly and gave it a tug, then circled the base and squeezed to get myself under control. I had the random thought that I should look into getting a cock ring, so I could last longer with her. That had never been a problem in the past, but it sure as hell was with Ella.
She licked her lips and took a few steps toward me, then dropped to her knees. What followed could only be described as sheer fucking bliss, as she worked me over, sucking me to the back of her throat and swallowing around the head of my dick. She reached up and cupped my balls, then I felt her fingertips sliding over the skin right behind my sac. She pressed up againstthe spot, and I groaned as I clamped my hands on either side of her head and held on tight.
She sucked harder, and then pulled off to suck a finger in her mouth. Before I could even think, she swallowed me down, and slid her finger along that spot again. She didn’t stop this time, but continued on, gently sliding her finger between the cheeks of my ass and brushing over my asshole. My whole body clenched at the foreign touch, and then I groaned even louder when she did it again. She rimmed me lightly, never attempting to press inside, and my body lit up as nerve endings that had never been stimulated before came roaring to life.
