Page 83 of The KING Review

I shudder, muscles locking up, every instinct caught between wanting it and not daring to ask. Maybe that’s why her touch is so fucking perfect. She doesn’t ask either. She just flattens her tongue under my cock, swallowing it to the hilt as her finger circles my ass, gentle, patient. Every warning bell in my brain shorts out. I’m panting, eyes locked on hers, waiting to see if she’ll really do it.

She pushes, barely breaching, not even to the first knuckle. The pressure is pure lightning, shock and relief at once. My body goes rigid, cock throbbing against her tongue.

She presses in again, firmer, and I lose it. My whole world contracts to that pinpoint touch, and I come so hard my vision whites out.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Yes, This, More, Please

Neve

He comes so hard, I swear I nearly come just from watching him. I wanted to touch myself while I was sucking his cock, but both my hands were busy.

I let him ride it out, swallowing him down until he starts going soft in my mouth.

I let him go—with one last lick for good measure—then wipe my lips and sit back on my heels. My dress is still on, but the top of it is basically around my waist, and Grant looks like he’s been run over by a truck.

I smirk. “You good?”

He huffs a laugh, and for a second, his hand is gentle in my hair, thumb stroking my cheekbone lazily, almost like he’s not fully aware he’s doing it. God, he’s cute like this. Absolutely fucked out, chest rising and falling slowly as he tries to pull himself together.

I love that I did that to him.

I tuck my hair behind my ear, still on my knees between his legs, and rest my arms on his thighs. I’m not trying for full after-school-special porn visual, but I’m pretty sure that’s what this looks like.

He finally blinks at me, eyes a little wild. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

I grin. “That’s the plan.”

His mouth twitches, and I can tell he’s trying to be all serious and disciplinary, but the current effect is “hungry, slightly panicked, and definitely thinking about round two.”

I give his thigh a little squeeze. “Hey. Just so you know… it’s not a big deal. I’ve had partners before who, like, panic came when I touched their ass. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. Sorry if it’s not your thing. No pressure.”

He flinches, barely. It’s almost cute. I think everything about him is cute, actually.

“One,” he says, holding up a finger. “Do not talk to me about your past partners. The thought of other men having their hands on you makes me crazy.”

I laugh—can’t help it. “Men and women, baby.”

He gives me this look, like I’m deliberately torturing him, then rubs a hand over his jaw as he exhales. “Two. I didn’t ‘panic come.’ I liked it. I do like it, I just…” He trails off, face gone all red, the tips of his ears burning.

He’s so fucking cute like this, I want to roll around on the floor. This man is literally a kink researcher, and he’s shy talking about butt stuff when I just had his cock in my mouth.

Adorable.

I lean in, resting my chin on his thigh, watching him try to recover. “You know you can just say you want it, right? Like, it’s not weird. I think it’s hot.”

He shakes his head, but I see the way his pupils blow wide, wanting. “You’re shameless.”

“Obviously. Have you met me?”

His lips curl, albeit grudgingly. “You’re going to make me insane.”

“I got that part,” I whisper, nuzzling closer. “I just think it’s… funny, you know? You’re a kink researcher who’s getting all shy about butt stuff when I just had your dick in my mouth.”

His body jolts, and he jerks upright, like I’ve hit some kind of override on his processor. There’s a second where we just stare at each other, me half-laughing, him looking at me like I’ve short-circuited his actual neurons.

He tries to glare, but the expression is more like dazed hunger. “If you keep talking like that, angel, I’ll make you eat it.”