In Wicked Chains (The Wicked) Page 4

  Elina reached up, plunging her hands into his hair, rocking into Kingston’s erection. He pressed against her, hips rolling, tongue thrusting. She dropped her hands to cup his ass, pulling him tighter into her as she undulated against him.

  He planted a thigh between her legs, rubbing her pussy, the pressure painfully sweet on her clit. She tore her mouth away from Kingston’s, gulping air into her lungs. He dipped his head, teeth nipping her throat and shoulder. The fingers in her hair moved to her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples.

  “Ugh. Ugh. King.”

  He tore away her jacket. The piece of clothing fell to their feet as he pulled up her top and bra. She barely felt the cold air before his hot mouth closed over a rigid nipple, sucking and gently biting.

  “Oh, God.” Her head fell back. Removing her hands from his ass, she brought them to the front. Her fingers fumbled as she unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. She tugged them off his hips and down until she had enough room to slip her hand inside. Teeth sinking into her bottom lip, Elina wrapped her palm around the heavy length and squeezed.

  Kingston jerked. “Shit.”

  “King, please.” She brushed a thumb over his slippery cock head. “Fuck me.”

  He unzipped her jeans before she finished speaking and yanked them down. Elina watched him, his expression fierce. He wrapped his fingers around her ponytail and pulled hard.

  “Turn around,” he rasped. Again, he didn’t wait. Using a hand on her shoulder, he spun her around. Jeans bundled around her knees, Elina almost lost her balance and planted her hands on the top of her car to steady herself. Breath caught in her throat, her body shook as she waited, but not for long.

  Teeth sank into the tender flesh of her neck. She stiffened, thrust her ass back, and she felt him. His smooth hardness barely registered before he slammed into her pussy.

  She screamed, nails scraping the top of the car as she tried holding on to the surface. Her knees bucked. King pulled out and slammed in again even harder.

  Elina felt pain, then more pleasure.

  Fire rushed through her veins. Tingles started at her nape and travelled down her spine as her pussy contracted, again and again. Her moans drowned out Kingston’s harsh breathing and the squishing of her soaked core.

  “King. King.”

  He covered her back with his front, pushing her body into the cold exterior of her car. “Yes,” he growled in her ear. “I’m fucking you, El.” He gripped her hips and thrust deep. “Is this what you wanted? Did you dream about this?”

  “Ung. Tan bueno.” Every thrust of his hips punctuated her words. “It’s so much better. Better than I dreamed.”

  He pinched her nipple, drawing another choked cry from her. “It gets better. Right now I want you to come. Come for me.” He dragged his hand from her chest to her pussy, caught her clit between thumb and forefinger, and pinched.

  She jerked once, then screamed as orgasmic waves crashed over her, taking her down with it. Her nails clawed at the air, pussy clenching and unclenching. Behind her, she noted King’s muted shout as he emptied into her, creamy cum scalding her insides.

  His arm around her middle was the only thing keeping her from sinking to the floor. Eyes squeezed shut, Elina fought for breath. Still inside her, King’s cock twitched every time her body spasmed. His heart thumped frantically at her back, his tongue slid into her ear.

  “Let’s get inside, El. This motherfucker is just beginning.”

  Chapter Four

  Kingston grabbed Elina in a fireman’s hold and entered the house. She didn’t protest his handling. Her body lay limp in his arms.

  Her scent wrapped around them, hardening him again. Gritting his teeth, he put her on her feet and turned on the light in the living room. She stared up at him, dark pupils dilated, cheeks flushed, jeans still around her knees as his cum slid down her thighs.

  Kingston found nothing sexier than the potent mixture of innocence, shock, and post-orgasmic glow on her face. Mouth watering, he gestured to her.

  “Get rid of the clothes.” He toed off his boots and jeans, then pulled off his North Face and sweater. When he looked up, she hadn’t moved. Those eyes were on him, shining as she ate away at her reddened bottom lip.

  He went to her and dropped to his knees. She had the presence of mind to hold on to his shoulders as he lifted first one, then the other leg, slipping off her black ankle boots and finally the jeans. Her hand moved away from his shoulders and he peered up to see her tug the pink cashmere sweater over her head. The piece of clothing drifted past his head on its way to the floor.

  She glanced down at him. Their eyes met, hers begging him for more. At least he hopped so, since his entire body wanted back into that tight, slippery cunt of hers. Kingston inserted a hand between her thighs.

  “Wider.”

  Elina parted her legs and he pressed his nose to her wet pussy, inhaling the potent mixture of his and her cum, rich and spicy. She trembled violently. He grinned and swiped his tongue over her clit.

  She cried out, hands flying out to grab hold of his hair. He growled, fingers sinking into her ass cheeks as he pulled her closer to him, closer to his mouth and tongue.

  “Argh!”

  Elina rocked on his mouth, but he still didn’t have her the way he wanted. Kingston tore his mouth away and jumped to his feet. Grabbing her by the arm, he pulled her to the couch. She tumbled back on the cushions with help from a gentle push by him, and he sank again to his knees.

  “Hold yourself open for me.” Need roughened his voice, made it deeper.

  Lips parted, pulse beating visibly at the base of her throat, Elina did as commanded. She used the index and middle of both hands to pull back the dark outer lips of her pussy, exposing the petal pink softness hidden inside. Her hard clit protruded, quivering under his hungry gaze.

  Kingston licked two fingers and screwed them into that tight hole.

  Elina bucked, her pussy clamping down on him in painful waves. He hissed, pulled out, and thrust in again. She lifted her hips, widened her legs and fucked herself on his digits.

  His gaze travelled up her writhing torso, to the tits bouncing with her movements, dark nipples pebbled, and up to her face. Her eyes were open, fixed intensely on him, watching him watch her. Kingston bent his head, gaze on her still, and licked away his cum sticking to the insides of her thighs.

  Those brown eyes opened impossibly wider. He did it again, swiping his tongue on the insides of both her thighs, tasting the bitter salt of his cum as he fucked her with his fingers.

  Her moans rang in his head. He used his free hand to release his cock from the confines of his jeans and palm it, bringing himself off to her aroused sounds and the feel of her tight pussy massaging his fingers. The nearness of his orgasm tingled on his nape and at the base of his spine. He wanted them to come together, so Kingston replaced his fingers with his stiffened tongue, plunging inside her slippery heat.

  Tugging on his cock, he dipped into her again and again, fucking her with his tongue, loving her sugar and salt flavor.

  “Oh, God. Oh, God.” She pulled his braids. “King. King.”

  “Hmm.” He flicked her clit, then sank his teeth in, gently.

  “King!” She reared up, screaming his name. He opened his mouth, sucking roughly as moisture gushed from her and tipped him over the edge. He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut as he came, flooding his hand.

  He kept his mouth on her, drinking all she had to give. Her body spasmed and twitched, trembling legs curled around his neck and shoulders as he continued to eat at her sweetness. Purrs left Elina’s throat, but other than the tremors and occasional tug on his hair, she didn’t move.

  Even though his knees hurt like hell, Kingston didn’t move either. He kept his eyes closed, one look into his eyes and she’d see all he felt, all he hid from her for so long.

  I have to make it count and prepare myself to let her go. She gave no indication she wanted anything more than what they’d agreed to so h
e’d do his best to give her an unforgettable night.

  He’d fuck her until she couldn’t stand, until any other man paled next to the memory of tonight, of him.

  He mentally shook his head. It did no good to think like that. Elina deserved happiness and though he wished he could be the one to give it to her, he couldn’t. When she found the man who could, he’d grit his teeth and congratulate her, them.

  “Kingston.”

  He lifted his head, stared up at her eyes at half-mast. “Yeah, baby.” The endearment slipped out and he couldn’t call it back…even if he wanted to, which he didn’t.

  Her lips curved. “Do you happen to own a bed?”

  He barked a laugh. “I do.”

  “Good.” Those chocolate brown eyes twinkled. She held out her hands. “Take me there.”

  Upstairs in his bedroom, Kingston sat Elina down on the edge of the bed. She pushed her hair away from her face and looked around. He followed her gaze, trying to see his regular old bedroom through her eyes.

  The walls of his suite were painted warm chocolate, and the dresser, bed frame and all other furniture in black lacquer. The gray throw on his armchair in the corner belonged to his adopted mother. His sister provided the heavy drapes and framed pictures of the Eiffel Tower and other notable landmarks that filled his house.

  “It reflects you.” Elina looked up at him. “Dark.”

  He grinned. “You think I’m dark?”

  She shrugged naked shoulders. “I think maybe you want people to think you’re dark and foreboding, when you’re really—” She bit her lip and dipped her head.

  Oh, no she didn’t get away that easy. King bent over her, hand at her nape and brought his lips to her ear. “When I’m really what, Elina?”

  She shivered, tipping her head back. “Soft.” She met his gaze head on.

  He laughed. “Soft?” He grabbed her hand. Bringing it to his crotch, he rocked into her open palm. “Do you feel that? What about me is soft, Elina? Hmm, tell me.”

  She whimpered, fingers curling around him.

  “Yes,” he hissed. “Touch me like that.”

  Mouth open, she grasped him with both hands, tugging, then caressing. He swelled, pre-cum dripping from his already-wet tip. Elina swiped a thumb over the head, her movements sure and steady. He didn’t want to think of whom she’d gotten the practice from. She stroked from the base of his cock to the tip and back, heat radiating from her smooth palm. Kingston placed both hands on his hips, flipped his braids over his shoulder and stared up at the ceiling. He recited the alphabet backwards and thought of football to stave off the freaking orgasm.

  Three in the space of what, an hour? Damn. He could hold his own in the bedroom, but until tonight he didn’t think he could go for more than three, and even, then he needed some time in between. With Elina he wanted to go and go and go, never stop, because that meant letting her go, losing the closeness of skin-on-skin contact. And fuck he needed skin contact with Elina.

  Her movements stilled and he looked down at her. She appeared in another world, the expression on her face of aroused curiosity as she stared at his twitching cock in her palm.

  “Taste me.”

  Her gaze jerked to him. Even in the low light he made out the flush on her face, chest, and neck. Uncertainty flickered in her eyes. King sank his fingers in her hair.

  “Taste me, Elina. Let me see you part those pouty lips and wrap them around me.”

  She licked said lips on a moan. Kingston swallowed, hardening even more at the innocent gesture. She had no idea the effect she had on him, none. Everything about her screamed carnal innocence. He’d be the one to relieve her of that innocence tonight.

  She leaned forward and he moved his other hand from his hip, using it to stroke his cock. Elina flicked her tongue out, licking off the bead of pre-cum. He hissed.

  She groaned and did it again and again.

  “Fuck.”

  Fingers digging into his hip, she held him steady as she opened and swallowed him.

  King bucked. “Christ. Christ.” Where the fuck had she learned to do that? All questions evaporated when she sucked him down, hard. Her lips formed a tight seal around him as she bobbed her head. Saliva slid down his length and into his pubes. Elina stroked him with her free hand, then cupped his heavy balls, rolling them in her palm.

  “Shit, El!” He struggled with the rising orgasm, fighting to stay on his feet when his knees threatened to give out. “You’re making me come, El.”

  Her movements sped up, nimble tongue flicking over his slit and the ridge on the underside.

  “Fuck, El.” Sweat poured off his forehead and slid down his spine. The tingles at his nape and on his spine grew more intense. “If you don’t stop, I’m coming in your mouth,” he panted.

  She whimpered.

  Anticipation coiled in his belly. “I want to see you swallow me down. Every drop,” he rasped. The orgasm crashed over him in pulsing waves. Kingston cried out, rising up on his toes as he shot into Elina’s waiting mouth. She swallowed around him, but some creamy drops escaped, dripping down her chin.

  “Every fucking drop. Let me see you swallow.”

  She tipped her head up, eyes at half-mast, and swallowed in slow motion. Mother fucker. He wanted to pounce on her right there, fuck her into the mattress. Lock her in his basement for days while he used her body, her mouth.

  One night.

  Not fucking enough.

  As he stared down at her, Elina wiped her chin with the back of her hand, then brushed her hair from her face, transferring his cum to her cheek and the tip of her nose. He dropped to his knees in an instant. Both hands on either sides of her face to hold her steady, he licked his seed off.

  She shuddered. “King,” she spoke his name on a breathy sob.

  Growling, he shoved his tongue into her mouth in a carnal kiss. She tasted of him, bitter and salt as she met him stroke for stroke. He treated her rough in that instant, deepening the kiss, all thoughts of gentleness fading away. She matched him in need and savagery, biting and nipping at him.

  He’d always considered her untouchable, the wide eyes set in the pale round face. After all she’d been through, he expected to be treating her with kid gloves, but she tore that assumption away. Under all that quiet softness laid steel, all wrapped up in a sensuous package. He knew she’d be a marvel in bed, he just never allowed himself to hope he’d get the shot to find out.

  Arms around his neck, she whispered, “I think we need a shower. And the bed.”

  Shit. He scrambled to his feet, bringing her with him. “Sorry.”

  She shrugged. “I’m not complaining.”

  King smoothed a finger down her cheek with a smile. “I know. Let me get some towels and we’ll take a shower. Sound good?”

  She nodded.

  He turned away from those gorgeous eyes and hurriedly grabbed two towels from the hallway closet. When he stepped back into the bedroom, Elina was already in the bathroom. He eyed her lean back and smooth backside through the open doorway as she fiddled with the shower settings. By the time he reached her side, she’d already figured out what to do and had the water running.

  She stepped under the shower spray. He hung both their towels on the hook over the door and followed her in, crowding her when she would’ve moved away. “I’ll wash your back and you wash mine.” He winked and held up the bar of soap.

  Tiny drops of water winked at him from her eyelids when she blinked. “I’m all for equal opportunity.”

  King stared at her for a second, then burst out laughing. “Okay, you spend way too much time with my sister.”

  She joined him in laughter. “Yeah, she’s rubbing off on me.”

  He chuckled as he soaped her chest. Her hard nipples poked out at him when he glided the soap over her breasts and down her stomach. The muscles there contracted at his touch. He eyed the pulse at her throat, noting the speed pick up when he dipped below her navel.

  “Open your legs.”
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  She complied without a word. King slid his soapy hand between her folds, lingering on her clit for brief moment before retreating.

  “I like that you kept the little thatch of hair on your pussy.” He knelt and lathered her legs before getting back to his feet.

  She coughed. “I, um. Yeah, I’ve never been bare down there, but I got waxed and the technician suggested leaving a little something.”

  He turned her into the spray of the water. “Man or woman?”

  “Huh?”

  “The technician. Man or woman?” And really, what did it matter? Nothing, but hell, he wanted to know who else saw that pretty pussy.

  “I…uh. Woman.”

  He nodded. Okay. Breathe. Breathe. You don’t have any claims here. “Come on,” he said gruffly. “Let me wash your hair.”

  She turned around, giving him her back, and he grabbed his herbal shampoo off the caddy. He squeezed some of the stuff into his palm, then massaged it into her scalp.

  She moaned.

  His cock twitched. Christ, will you calm the fuck down?

  “Smells really good,” she murmured.

  “Yeah, it’s a special blend of herbs and nutrients for my braids.”

  “Smells good, like you.”

  They grew quiet, only the running water and their heavy breaths filling the small space. His cock bobbed at half-mast between them, but he ignored the greedy bastard. “Rinse.”

  She bent over, giving a great view of the crack of her ass as she washed the shampoo from her hair.

  “It’s shampoo and conditioner in one, so you’re all set.”

  She pushed her fingers through her dark strands, washing all traces of soap before she straightened and turned to him. “Thanks, I’m good. I went to the hair-dresser yesterday.”

  He frowned. “Why’d you let me wash it then?”

  “I wanted your hands on me. Any way, any how is fine by me.”

  Christ. She made it sound so simple, but those words resonated through him. He thought of all the women he’d been with. Had any of them been this honest, this open and eager? If they had, he couldn’t remember. Their actions hadn’t registered.