Page 10 of Taking a King

Garrett is incredible. I’d hoped when we finally got to be together, there would be sparks, but I’d had no idea. I hadn’t expected this. He’s sexy and funny and my goodness, the man knows what to do with his tongue. When I feel him filling me, at last, I have to stop for a second to get my bearings. He’s thick and hard and fits perfectly inside me. I roll my hips a little, loving the feel of him deep inside me. When I do finally begin to move, I start out slowly, not wanting to rush this. We’ve spent so long getting to know one another, teasing, flirting from halfway across the world. I can feel myself wanting to rush toward the finish line, but this? This is so much better than I could have imagined. I want to savor every second.

Garrett’s hands grip my hips lightly, letting me set the pace. I slide my hands up over the planes of his chest to his broad shoulders, loving the feel of his strong body beneath me, inside me. I move slowly at first, focused only on the feel of him inside me, filling me. I slide up and down, over and over, the tension building. Soon though, I pick up the speed, working my body up and down on Garrett’s hard shaft. I feel the tension building inside me, sending me closer to the edge. His hands tighten on my hips, adding another sensation to my already overloaded senses.

Garrett leans forward and captures my nipple in his mouth, sucking hard while at the same time thrusting his hips upward. A little cry of pleasure escapes me, and I grip his shoulders tighter. His arms wrap around my waist, holding me tight against him while he rocks his hips upward once more. It isn’t long before I’m no longer in control. Garrett is setting the pace now. He pounds into me from beneath over and over, rocketing me toward a fast, intense orgasm. Pleasure rushes over me in waves, wringing more cries from me with each thrust of his hips against mine. Stars burst behind my eyelids, and I gasp for breath. Garrett keeps up his punishing pace, not slowing to let me catch my breath. Not that I want him to. I love the feel of him slamming into me from below, love the wet, slapping sounds our bodies make with each pounding thrust.

This is so much more than I imagined back when I dreamt of this moment. It’s hard and fast and desperate and I love every moment of it. I grip Garrett’s sweat-slicked shoulders, holding on while he slams into me. I feel the moment he falters, his grip on me tightening just before I feel him spasm inside me. A groan escapes him and his movements slow until he comes to a stop, utterly spent. The room is silent except for our labored breathing. I swear I can hear my own heart pounding.

“Holy shit,” I whisper, dropping my head to Garrett’s shoulder.

His hands slide down my back to cup my ass, giving it a little squeeze. The movement shouldn’t send a shiver of desire through me, given that Garrett is still inside me. But it does. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.Liar, a little voice whispers in my head. Okay, I do know. I’ve just had the best sex of my life and I’m already wondering when I can do it again. Holy shit is right.

Eventually, I manage to convince my jelly-like legs to function and climb off Garrett’s lap. I make it as far as the couch before I collapse into a boneless heap beside him. Once my heartrate returns to normal and I think I can walk without falling, I manage to get up and make it to the bathroom to clean up. When I return, Garrett is still sitting on the couch where I left him. He’s disposed of the condom, but otherwise he’s still gloriously naked. I slow my steps, using this time to openly stare at him. The brightly colored tattoos on his shoulder and chest have my hands itching to trace them. The low light from the lamp plays over the defined muscles I’d been running my hands over only minutes before. Garrett is watching me look him up and down, his brows raised in silent question.

“Do I pass the inspection?” His words hold a hint of teasing, but I don’t feel the slightest bit of embarrassment. After what just happened, my ogling his naked body should be expected.

I purposefully let my eyes roam over him again. “I think maybe a more thorough evaluation is needed,” I tease.

Garrett holds his arms out away from his body. “By all means.”

I saunter over to him and sit beside him. I’m not normally like this. With anyone else, I wouldn’t be so bold. I would feel more embarrassment over my nudity. I’d be trying to turn off the lights or cover up. With anyone else, I wouldn’t have let things go this far, this fast. But this is Garrett. I’ve known him for so long. I’ve wanted him for so long that nothing about this feels uncomfortable or wrong. The opposite, in fact. It feels right. Too right. Which borders on scary. I push that thought from my head and focus on the present. Garrett is here in my apartment. He’s naked and sexy as hell. That’s more than enough to occupy my thoughts.

Garrett moves to put an arm around my shoulder, pulling me against him. The gesture feels natural, as though we’ve been together for years, rather than this being our first time together. I shift slightly so I can look at him, draping my legs across his lap.

“If I didn’t tell you already,” I say. “I’m really glad you’re home.”

Garrett smiles and gives my shoulder a squeeze. “Me too. You have no idea.”

“I don’t,” I confess. “I can’t imagine what it’s like. But I know what it’s like to be here, waiting and worrying. Wondering if something terrible is going to happen to someone you care about. And I’m glad that’s over now.” I smile at him. “I’m glad you’re here with me.”

Garrett’s face takes on a more serious expression and he looks as if he’s going to say something unpleasant. But after a moment, it passes, and he turns to me with a smile.

“No place I’d rather be,” he says, kissing me.

The kiss starts out light and easy, but quickly morphs into something more passionate. I feel my newly awakened libido poke its head up. My hands tangle in Garrett’s hair and I deepen the kiss, letting out a little needy sound that surprises me. When the kiss ends, I lean back so I can see Garrett clearly.

“You’re not leaving tonight, are you?” I ask, almost afraid of his answer.

“If you think I’ve had enough of you, you’re crazy,” he says.

Without warning, he scoops me into his arms and stands. I let out a surprised squeal that turns into a laugh. Naked, he carries me down the hall to my bedroom. Once inside, he tosses me down onto the bed. I shove the hair out of my eyes and let my gaze run down the length of his body. Garrett just stands there and lets me look my fill.

The man is gorgeous, but I’ve known that for years. It’s different seeing him like this now, though. Especially now that I know what that body of his can do. My eyes roam over the hard planes of muscles in his chest, down to his six-pack abs that taper into a V that points directly at his rapidly hardening cock. I feel the sharp edge of desire work its way through me. Somehow, watching him grow hard has that effect on me. I want him again, I realize. Right now. And he wants me just as much. I feel a fresh rush of moisture between my legs.

I pull myself up into a kneeling position and make my way to the side of the bed where he’s still standing. I keep my eyes locked on his as I reach out to take his hardening cock in my hands. I give it a long, deliberate stroke from base to tip, loving the way he sucks in a breath at the movement. I squeeze lightly as I stroke him again, feeling him lengthen and harden. Garrett pushes his hips forward, thrusting lightly in my grip. My gaze drops to his mouth, and I can’t stop myself from leaning in for a kiss. Until now, Garrett has remained still, letting me look and touch my fill. Suddenly, it’s as though he’s been unleashed. His arms come around me, holding me tight against the length of his body while his mouth ravages mine. When his mouth travels lower to my neck, I release my hold on his dick to tangle my hands in his hair. He lifts me off the bed, and lowers me to my feet, sliding me down his body as he does.

Without warning, Garrett leans away from me. With his hands on my shoulders, he turns me around so my back is to him. His arms come around me, one hand cupping my breasts. I feel his mouth on my shoulder, delivering little biting kisses that make me squirm. His hard body is pressed against my back, and I press my ass against the hardest part of him. I hear him suck in a ragged breath before releasing me. I’m confused at first, but then he speaks.

“Bend over. On your hands and knees,” he says, the command in his tone surprising me. I feel a flutter of excitement at the prospect of what’s about to happen. I’ve never been bossed around in the bedroom before. Before tonight, if someone had asked me if I liked it, I would have answered with an emphatic no. But Garrett? He has me wanting to do whatever he asks.

I glance back over my shoulder to see him watching me, an expectant look on his face. I climb up onto the bed and lean forward on my hands and knees, knowing full well he can see all of me like this. It should make me embarrassed, but it only makes me grow wetter.

“Just like that,” he whispers. There’s something about his tone that makes me realize he’s holding himself in check. He’s keeping a tight rein on his control. I wonder what it would take to make him lose that control. I wonder what it says about me that I want to be the one to make it happen.

I suck in a shuddering breath as I wait for Garrett to touch me. The anticipation grows inside me, a living, breathing thing. Finally, he touches me. I feel his fingers trace a line up my spine, from my lower back up toward my shoulders. His hand flattens on my back, between my shoulders. I feel the slightest bit of pressure as he pushes me down toward the bed. I lower myself onto my elbows. My ass is fully in the air now and I feel more vulnerable than ever. But I’m also brimming with need.

“That’s better,” I hear him whisper. “You look so fucking sexy right now.”

My breaths are coming faster, and my heart is pounding. I want Garrett so badly. I’m close to begging, but I manage to hold onto my control just a little longer. His hands slide slowly back down my spine toward my ass, and I feel him squeeze lightly. I can feel how slick I am, how ready.