Page 45 of Undone
I flick the lights off; then we walk back to the house hand in hand, neither of us speaking.
A lot happened today—most of it good—and I don’t want to spoil anything with empty, hollow words. For now I’m content to live in this moment, the outside world at a safe distance.
15
JULIET
Sometime in the middle of the night, I wake. Blinking into the darkness, I’m out of sorts, the room unfamiliar. A warm, quiet breath tickles my ear, and I remember where I am.
Nestled in King’s cozy bed, safe and sound. His arm wrapped around my torso, heavy with sleep. Spooning me, his body pressed to mine. All hard muscle, his cock still semi-erect. Every inhale, every exhale, we move together. His chest rising and falling behind me. I rock against him, snuggling in. Relishing the closeness, the stillness of this moment.
His fingers flex, cupping my naked breast, the rough pad of his thumb sending a shiver of want racing over my skin. Desire thrums through my veins as my nipple peaks beneath his touch. Closing my eyes, I inhale his scent. Spicy and masculine, thoroughly intoxicating. I stifle a moan, biting down on my lip. I rub my ass against him, his cock lengthening along my back. Hot and hard, he pulsates against my skin.
Teeth nip at my earlobe, and a bolt of pleasure zips through me. I’m wet, heated, thighs clenching as King sucks on my ear. Chill bumps rise on my neck, nipples puckering to sharp points, and now I’m fully awake and aroused.
He doesn’t speak, instead running his tongue from my ear down my neck. Sucking at my collarbone, kissing up and down my shoulder as he rolls my nipple between his fingers. I undulate my hips, seeking relief from the throbbing ache between my legs. Wanting—needing—to fill the emptiness.
King responds, thrusting his cock deep inside me. So quick, so decisive, it takes my breath away. Pleasure blooms in my chest as he drives into me, tight balls smacking against my ass. Burying himself deep inside me. Pinching at my breasts, tweaking them, dancing along the thin line between bliss and pain. The blood racing to my skin when he abruptly releases. I cry out, biting down hard on my tongue, tasting the metallic tang of blood.
One hand keeps stroking my breasts while the other seeks my wet heat. Circling the tight bud, the nerve endings swollen and sensitive. I gasp as he applies pressure, shock waves rolling through me. Working my body like only he knows how, my flesh trained to respond to his touch. Every flick, every swirl stirs excitement deep within. A feeling I’ve pushed down for so long it almost hurts now, all of it rushing to the surface and threatening to explode.
“Do you like that, baby girl?” King’s deep rasp tickles my ear, an electric shock zapping me at my core.
“Mm-hmm,” I murmur, black and white dots shimmering in my peripheral vision. I grind against his hand, and he smacks my pussy lightly. More shocks of bliss shoot through me, and I’m panting as he drives into me. Hitting my most sensitive spots, every inch of me flushing with heat and carnal want.
“Tell me.” He nips hard at my earlobe, his words a growly command.
I love this side of King. Rough, but fully in control. Of me, my body, my sex.
“Tell me how you want it, baby. Harder? Softer?”
“Harder. Please, harder.”
He pistons against me, ramming so hard it hurts in the best way possible. I know I’ll be sore tomorrow, a subtle reminder of his possession of me.
Chest heaving, the wave of my orgasm crests as he drives into me, over and over again. Shimmery ecstasy as the dam breaks and I cry out.
“King!” My voice shrill, almost a shriek.
He doesn’t stop, doesn’t even slow down, drilling into me again and again. Using my body to seek his release, my pussy clenching around his hard cock. He kneads and squeezes my breasts, fucking me until he comes.
“You’re amazing.” The words staccato, breathy grunts as he spills his release inside me.
Raining kisses across my shoulders, down my neck, my back. Finally softening and slipping out of me. He keeps me wrapped in a tight embrace, holding me as I slide back into sleep.
The next time I wake, bright sunlight floods the room, warming my face. I roll over, expecting to see King, but he’s gone.
Of course he is. Gone to tend to the morning chores, no doubt. Unlike me, King rises and retires early. His shift work is on an entirely different schedule from mine.
I raise my arms overhead, my body deliciously tender in places that haven’t been stretched in ages.
And never like that, if I’m being honest.
King is the best fuck I’ve ever had, and he knows it.
He’s never been shy in the bedroom—or in the barn, in the field, at the lake, in his truck. And now that he’s older, he apparently exercises even less restraint.
And I don’t mind at all.