Page 71 of Cruel King
He closes his eyes when he comes and sags against my body, breathing heavily in my ear. I can feel my orgasm right on the edge. I only need him to keep pumping into me for a few more times.
But he doesn’t. He falls still, and no matter how much I move my hips to give him the hint, he doesn’t move.
When he finally lifts his head, he smiles down at me and kisses my lips. “That was incredible. Just as I imagined it would be.”
I nod, unsure if I should tell him I didn’t come. I don’t want to ruin our first time. It was incredible, exactly as he said. So incredible that I want to tell him how much. It’s just that it ended about three thrusts too soon for me.
“You didn’t come?” he asks, and I can tell he’s disappointed.
With a quick shake of my head, I say, “It’s okay.”
“No way. Sex without coming is like an ice cream sundae without hot chocolate.”
Before I can say anything to that, he slides down my body and pushes open my legs. Positioning himself between them, he looks up at me and gives me a sinful grin.
“Time to give you that hot chocolate.”
I watch as he buries his face between my legs, and a second later, I feel his tongue slide up my pussy. My eyes roll back in my head at how good this feels, and when he flicks the tip of his tongue over my clit, it’s like colors explode behind my eyelids.
And then he slides his finger inside me and it’s like I’m in heaven. Now this is the good stuff.
Theo brings me to the very edge of ecstasy and then lifts his head. Grinning like some Cheshire Cat, he licks his lips and says, “I thought I’d take a break.”
“A break? I was so close, though,” I say, practically pleading for him to get back to business.
“Oh. Then I guess I better continue.”
God, he can be so cute. And so frustrating at the same time.
He returns his mouth to my pussy, and less than a minute later, I feel my release begin deep inside me. A few seconds later, I arch my back as the most incredible orgasm races through me. I grab hold of his head to keep him right there, just in case he has any ideas about taking another break.
When the final aftershocks subside, he lifts his head and kisses the inside of my thigh. “Feel better?”
“Yes, but I think I want an ice cream sundae.”
Sitting back on his heels, he throws his head back in laughter. “That’s too funny. I was just thinking the same thing. What do you say to getting dressed and going down to that ice cream place in town?”
“Scoops?”
“Yeah. I’ve never had a better sundae anywhere than that place.”
I sit up and kiss him, tasting myself on his lips. “Remember when you and I went there that summer day during the heat wave like ten years ago and you ate your ice cream so fast you had an ice cream headache for nearly fifteen minutes?”
Theo cringes. “I can still feel that pain.”
“Promise me you won’t gulp your sundae down like a puppy, and I’ll go.”
He nods and kisses me. “I promise.”
We hurry up and get back into our clothes, laughing about another time he reminds me of when his mother took all five of the boys and me for ice cream when we were all under the age of ten. She must have had a will of steel to handle all of us, but I remember Marius making a mess with his ice cream and wearing more of it than he ate.
“I haven’t thought about that in years. Those were good times,” Theo says as we hurry out into the hallway.
And just then, almost as if the universe decided we’d had enough fun for one afternoon, Matthias walks out of his room and sneers at the two of us. He practically seethes his hatred for not only me but his brother.
“Hey!” Theo says to him as we walk by. “Cheer up. We’re leaving.”
Matthias says nothing, but when I look back just before we walk down the stairs, I see him staring at us with so much loathing I shudder. Now he doesn’t just hate me. He hates the one person in his family he’s been closest to all his life.