Page 89 of Long Live the King

I suction my mouth around the base of him and flatten my tongue before I start pulling back. The noise of the suction as I retreat, as my throat releases his cock, is the only sound in the room until his head comes out of my mouth with a pop.

Until he groans and thrusts his dick back into my open mouth.

“Like that, baby. Just like that.”

There it is again. The affectionate name he gives me when we’re at our most intimate.

Don’t fall in love with me, Bellamy.

I can’t fault him for lack of communication, no matter how much those words stung. Not that I’m falling in love with him, but I was certainly… getting used to spending time together.

I shake those thoughts out of my head, focusing instead on trying to give him the best head he’s ever received.

I continue sucking and licking him, acting on impulse alone. I’ve never done this before. I only know that I’m not supposed to use my teeth. I use my fingers instead, my hand fisting and pumping his dick in conjunction with how my mouth is taking him.

I think I’m doing ok, that he’s enjoying it. That I’m not coming off as a complete beginner. If the moans and groans he’s emitting are any indication, I’m not completely failing.

“You suck dick so good.”

I cup his balls and massage them in my hand, careful to use a gentle touch. My other hand twists up and down his cock a couple times before my mouth comes back down his shaft to take him deep into my throat.

Suddenly, he shunts his hips up sharply and powers his dick further into my throat. I gag and splutter as I try to draw breath.

Looking up at him, I see an evilly satisfied smile stretch across his face. “I love seeing you choke on my cock.”

Running his fingers in my hair, he grasps a handful near the scalp and tugs back. A small cry leaves my lips as my head jerks backwards.

“How many other men have you done this for?” He demands angrily. “How many others do I have to fuck out of your throat?”

One second he’s telling me not to fall in love with him, that all we’re doing is fucking, the next he acts like a jealous and possessive lover. The mixed signals are making my head spin. I’m not sure what trauma shaped him into this version of himself, but I don’t know if I can handle the head fuck that dealing with it is.

I don’t have more fight in me at this moment. “None.” I mumble.

“What’s that?”

“I said, none. I’ve never done this before.”

He stares into my eyes for a beat before bringing his mouth down on mine in an aggressive kiss. He’s tasting himself on my lips and it’s twisted and I fucking love it.

I wrap my arms around his neck and he uses the leverage to grab my ass and pull me into his lap. I’m sitting against his bare cock and I can feel him pulsing against my center.

Rogue grabs my legging and rips a hole into it along the seam that lines up with his dick. Pushing my panties to the side, he rubs his fingers down my slit until he finds my entrance. He pushes in first with a finger, then a second as I grind into his hand.

I moan wantonly at the friction of his fingers and the material of his jeans against my pussy. His eyes dart over my shoulder and I see him clock the open door behind us. The added danger of getting caught excites me, but hehas other ideas.

“Give me a sec. I don’t want to have to kill my best friend for walking in on us while your beautiful pussy is on display for me.”

He continues plowing into me with his fingers as he speaks to Siri.

“Text Rhys and Phoenix not to come to the game room unless they want to lose their lives.” He dictates. “Send.”

It’s a surreal interruption but I love that he doesn’t want anyone to see me this way but him. Stupidly, I want him to be possessive of me, even as his mouth tells me this can't go any further than what we're doing.

He throws his phone on the couch next to me and wraps his hand around my throat. I go taut in his hold as I wait to see what he does next.

“I don’t know what it is about grabbing your throat.” He says as his thumb rubs up and down the side of my neck. “But every time I wrap my hand around your dainty neck, all the fight drains out of you. You turn into a pretty little submissive.”

He pulses his grip around my neck once. His way of reminding me who’s got the power here.