Would Be King

by Kim Karr

  Something presses prominently between my legs. “Fuck,” he growls. “You can put it anywhere the fuck you want. I bet your tongue feels like velvet.”

  The car comes to a stop, and I glance out the window to see we’re in front of my apartment building. “It does,” I tease. “But too bad you’ll never know,” I tell him, rocking my hips against his body, causing his erection to swell even larger. “Because I’m home.”

  God, he’s huge.

  His hands move possessively down my body. “Oh, I’ll know. I’ll know very soon. Don’t you worry about that, sunshine.”

  Sunshine.

  He makes me feel like sunshine even in the rain.

  Oscar opens the door, and I slowly slide off Max’s body, but he holds on to me. “I could tell Oscar to drive us back uptown.”

  I laugh. “I’m wet, and I need to change.”

  “Later then.”

  Later.

  All of a sudden, all I can think about is later, whatever that is.

  Horns start honking behind us as I get out of the car and fumble for my things. “Thanks for the ride,” I say and then smile.

  He grabs my wrist and tugs me to his lips. “I’ll be back with dinner. You can thank me properly then,” he tells me, his breath a whisper over my cheek.

  “I didn’t invite you over.”

  “I’ll be there, anyway.”

  Now more excited than ever, I play it down. “I have to cancel all of my credit cards, remember? I don’t have time to eat.”

  “You can make time to eat. I’ll come over at seven. That gives you plenty of time to make your calls.”

  I back away from the car and turn toward the entrance to my apartment before I shout over my shoulder. “Fine. But make it seven thirty, and I only have time for dinner. By the way, it’s apartment 2F.”

  “I can’t make any promises, and I know where you live,” he responds, reminding me he has my address because he has my employment file. Because he is going to be my new boss.

  On Monday.

  What am I doing?

  DINING IN

  I’m not a very patient man. That’s why when I knock on her door carrying takeout from three different places (since I wasn’t sure what she liked) and she answers wearing a tight tank top, sweatpants, with a toothbrush in her mouth, and her hair up in a messy bun, I can’t wait another minute.

  “You’re early,” she says around brushes. “I said seven thirty.”

  “And I said seven,” I tell her.

  Setting her toothbrush down on the table beside the door, she licks around her lips and then swallows. Placing her hands on her hips, she blows a piece of hair from her eyes and says, “Fine. Have it your way.”

  Feeling triumphant, I stride past her, set the bags of food down, and then twist to scoop her up by the ass to pull her to my waist. “Good, I’m glad you’re being so agreeable because I’m starving, and besides, I thought I could help you make those calls.”

  “They’re all done, but it took a while, so I’m not ready for our date. I haven’t even gotten dressed,” she protests between giggles, wrapping her legs around me as I stride toward the sofa.

  “It’s not a date,” I tell her very matter of fact. “It’s a fucking session followed by a quick bite to eat, so it doesn’t matter what you’re wearing, it’s only coming off.”

  As I set her down on the cushion, I notice her brows furrow, and I have a feeling things are about to get serious. Already.

  Fuck.

  I’m not ready for serious. Serious leads to boring. The whole we shouldn’t be together because…it’s just rubbish. Words without context. Thoughts with pretense. Bottom line—we’re going to fuck no matter how much she tries to talk herself out of it. I can see it in her eyes.

  So when all she says is, “I thought you were hungry?”

  I lick my lips. Raise my brows. Stare into her eyes. The starving look I give should tell her everything she needs to know. “I am.”

  “Oh. Then have it your way, but don’t say I didn’t warn you about the toothpaste I might still have in my mouth.”

  And her comment has me roaring in laughter.

  This girl was fucking made for me.

  The place is small and there are boxes everywhere. Still what surrounds us is definitely her eclectic taste.

  The funky red sofa for starters. The one she’s sitting on looking up at me with those big doe-like caramel brown eyes. Hovering over her, I run a hand along the slight curves of her body and allow my fingers to tease at the hem of her top while clutching the back of the sofa with my other hand. “You sure about this?”

  She nods her head with a smile, and my body buzzes like I’ve just downed a shot of whiskey.

  Thank fuck.

  “You’re not like anyone I’ve ever met.” I don’t know why I tell her that, but it’s true.

  Her free spirit and energy practically fill the small room and make it seem like a golden palace with only her presence.

  “I don’t usually do this,” she whispers and then looks away.

  “Do what?” I ask, gliding my fingers over the soft skin of her ribcage.

  “Invite men into my apartment to screw their brains out.”

  Taken off guard by her honesty, I find my laughter uncontrollable and have to sit down beside her to calm the fuck down.

  She’s glaring at me while she waits for a response.

  Finally, I take a deep breath. “You don’t think I know this about you? That I can’t tell what kind of woman you are?”

  Her pink pillow lips part. “I’m almost afraid to ask, but what kind of woman do you think I am?”

  Turning completely serious, I ease closer and hook my thumb under her chin. “An honest, hard-working one who likes to have fun. And I want you,” I tell her. “I’ve wanted you since the second you slid into that cab.”

  “But we’re—”

  I cut her off. “Tonight, we’re just a man and a woman who met in the back of a taxi and want to make each other feel good. That’s all. Got it?”

  Her gaze lifts to mine, and the weariness on her features relaxes.

  Reaching out, I stroke her cheek with my thumb. “Smile again, I like the way you scrunch your nose when you do.”

  She lifts her hands to her face. “Stop.”

  Pulling them away, I tell her, “You’re beautiful, you know.”

  Her eyes roll. “You don’t have to sweet talk me. I’m already letting you in my pants.”

  Again, I find myself rolling in laughter. This time though, she joins me. And then in the midst of the hysteria, she turns toward me and throws one leg over my thighs to straddle my lap.

  Fuck.

  She’s hot.

  As soon as our body’s touch, hers practically vibrates with the most insane high-strung sexual need. Never in my life has anyone wanted me so much without knowing who I am.

  Then again, for years I was with the same woman, sweet Tori, who was my best friend but never wanted to rip my clothes off. After our breakup, when I was free to roam, panties would fly the minute the chick heard my title (which is what got me in trouble).

  But this girl is different.

  She’s lit because she wants me.

  Just fucking me and not who I am.

  A guy she thinks she can’t have because he’s her boss. The can’t have part is correct, but the boss part isn’t the reason.

  I can’t go there though.

  Not right now.

  Instead, I grip her face and pull her to me. Our lips collide in a wet and wild kiss. One filled with a crazy hunger and desperation on both our parts.

  Hers.

  Mine.

  And that off-the-charts chemistry sizzles between us.

  My hands slide roughly down her hot body to her hips, pressing into her skin, holding her on top of me where she feels so fucking good. So fucking right.

  Whatever this feeling is, I want more. In fact, I don’t think a woman has ever cranked me up as much as she i
s.

  After months of fucking for fucking’s sake this is a breath of fresh air. Something new. Alive. Different. Meaningful.

  Running my palms up her body, I seize her neck with my hand and stroke the flutters of her pulse vibrating against my fingertips. “Are you wet for me?” I growl around our kiss.

  Her hands grip my shoulders. Fingers digging. Nails clawing. “I don’t know what I am,” she admits. “The only thing I do know is that I feel like I’m under your spell.”

  “That’s because there’s magic between us.” Okay, corny or not, a smile tugs at my lips as I stand and bring her with me. The place is small, so the location of the bedroom isn’t rocket science, especially since the door across the room is wide open and the light is on.

  I walk and keep my lips plastered to hers. As soon as I kick the door shut behind us, I pull away to get my bearings and find two small beds with a wall of boxes between them. “Why are there two beds?” I ask, allowing her to slide down my body until her feet hit the ground.

  She leans against the dresser and bites her lip. “I share this apartment with a roommate.”

  “Female?” I ask, growling at the thought of any other male sleeping so close to her.

  She nods.

  “Don’t tell me she’s sleeping in here with us tonight?”

  Gigi shakes her head as she presses her palms to my chest. “Not into threesomes?”

  My brows jackhammer, and I shake my head. Not with this girl. I don’t want to share her with anyone. Period. I want her all to myself.

  “I’m kidding,” she blurts out, laughing. “Besides, I haven’t asked you to spend the night.”

  I step forward, closing the space between us and sliding one knee between her slightly spread legs. “I’m not worried about it. You’ll be begging me for that and more soon enough.”

  Her breathing picks up in excitement. “You’re really sure of yourself.”

  I press my palm to the small of her back and pull her against me, so she can feel just how sure of myself I am. “You’re right about that. I am. Now, take your hair down.”

  “How about using a please?”

  I raise a brow. “Take your hair down, please.”

  “Better.” With the fucking cutest smirk on her heart-shaped lips, she pulls the elastic from the heap on top of her head. I inhale sharply as her hair tumbles in waves around her shoulders.

  Fucking beautiful.

  Unable to stop myself, I run my hands along the soft curves and waves. Her gaze heats under my touch, and her fingers trace the V-neck of my t-shirt. After showering at my hotel, I changed into jeans and a long sleeved shirt. However, I think a short sleeve would have sufficed with the heat surrounding me.

  I duck my head to taste her, but she stops me by tugging my shirt from my waistband. “I want to see your chest.”

  I laugh. “That’s my line.”

  With a shrug, she pulls her shirt over her head exposing two tiny round gorgeous tits with the most perfect pink nipples. “Here you go. Now it’s your turn.”

  Fuck.

  My dick pulses against my jeans, straining to pump between them. Get inside her. Her lack of inhibitions is such a turn-on, and I practically tear my shirt in two to get it over my head. Once I’m bare-chested , I yank her to me, my hands digging into her ass as I stare down at her. “Do you like what you see?”

  Her big brown eyes pierce through me. “Yes, I do. Very much.”

  All the shit I have on my mind—the things being held over my head, the expectations, the duties—fades away.

  With lust raging in her expression, her swollen lips glistening in the moonlight shining through the two large windows, she becomes the only thing I need. And fuck, when her lips part just enough that I’m able to catch a glimpse of that delicious pink tongue as she continues to nod her head, I think I’ve lost my fucking mind.

  Fuck, this girl is everything.

  Clenching her tighter, I feel her tits pressing against my chest and then her fingers stroking against my denim-covered shaft. I press into her hand, my erection huge and ready for action. Suddenly though, I feel nothing because she pulls back.

  “What?” I ask, concerned she wants to call this off.

  “This can only happen tonight.”

  Relieved, a low chuckle rumbles from me. “Oh, Gigi, don’t kid yourself. We’re going to be the best fuck buddies ever.”

  “No, Max. We can’t sleep together once I become your official employee. Company policy.”

  Biting my tongue for incorporating a no fraternization policy, I remain silent on the matter. Instead of talking, I clutch her ass to hold her still while I slide my tongue down her neck to give attention to one of her perfect nipples.

  I know there is no mistaking how badly I want her. My cock aching, my mouth greedy for her, I flick and tease at her taut tip as it pebbles beneath my touch. When I nip at her, she whimpers, evoking a throaty groan I know is just for me. “Max,” she murmurs.

  Working my way to the other side and then back up to her mouth, I lap at her lips frantically and press my cock even harder against her stomach. Like this, I find the most intense friction. Soon, I’m pressing against even harder in an effort to alleviate the insane need I have to forego foreplay all together and just plunge inside her.

  Like right the fuck now.

  The urge to feel her hot little pussy wild around my cock only burns hotter as I continue to taste her.

  Foreplay. Keep with the foreplay.

  I lick around her lips.

  I nip at them.

  Then I plunge my tongue inside the cavern of her sweet mouth and I knead at her tits.

  However, when she strokes her hand along my shaft, I come unhinged. To hell with slow. Fuck foreplay. I can’t stand it. “I want you naked,” I tell her.

  “I want you naked,” she says right back.

  We tear each other’s clothes off like there’s a fire and we have to hurry, and fuck if she isn’t wearing that thong from the maroon silky negligée.

  Drooling at how fucking sexy she is, I rip it from her body, and then unable to control the beast in me, I push her back against the dresser and spread her legs wide.

  Just a taste.

  I need a little taste.

  With her palms flat on the wooden surface, I run my thumb along the prettiest pussy lips I’ve ever seen. Shivers ripple across her body. “You’re so responsive. So wet. So fucking hot.”

  Opening her mouth to say something, she suddenly seems at a loss for words. That is until I lower my head and swipe my tongue through her pussy lips.

  Fuck. I was right. She’s so sweet.

  She writhes against my mouth, moaning. “Oh God. Don’t stop.”

  My body pumping with adrenaline from the way she responds to my touch, I devour her like I haven’t eaten for days.

  I slip my thumb over her clit, rolling as I continue to lick and suck, acting like my tongue is my dick. Her body bucks at the pressure I exert with my thumb, and she goes soft around my tongue. Hot, sleek, liquid spills into my mouth. Just a little. Not nearly enough. Still, I lap hungrily at it, greedy for more of her orgasm.

  Inserting one finger, moving my tongue only deep enough to reach just inside her, I stroke her silky walls with it and then press deep.

  She clutches at my hair with greedy fists and then lets loose a torrent of energy as she quakes around me.

  Her uncontrolled movements are that of a wild animal, and the gasp she makes in her throat sounds like a roar.

  She’s still coming when she slides her hands to my shoulders, her body bowing with the pressure of her orgasm as she explodes wildly around my tongue.

  This time when I taste the cream between her thighs, I lick it up and finger her while I do.

  The noises she makes tell me exactly how much she’s enjoying it.

  She’s so intoxicating.

  So fucking delicious.

  As soon as her breathing starts to regulate, caramel eyes blink down at me,
sucking me in, pulling me deep into a place I know I can’t allow myself to go.

  Needing to avoid the intimacy I feel mounting between us, I stand and turn her around before grabbing for one of the condoms I have stashed in my wallet. “Are you ready for me?” I ask, ripping open the foil with my teeth.

  Her head falls back, and she watches as I sheath myself. “I think you know I am.”

  Wrapped up, I move behind her and run my fingers through her soaked pussy with one hand while I position my tip at her entrance with my other, and then I drive inside her.

  The feeling of her around my cock is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Raw. Wild. Primal.

  When she cries out, I plunge my fingers into her clit, biting into the back of her neck with my teeth as I do. “You’re so fucking wet,” I growl.

  “It’s your spell.”

  It’s her spell.

  I thrust harder. Faster. Harder. Faster.

  The rush of chills sliding down her back is palpable, slipping into me. Making me want to become one with her.

  She presses her ass back, wanting it even harder. I give it to her. Gripping her hips and thrusting. In. Out. Fast. Faster.

  I glance up and catch a glimpse of her in the mirror, of me pumping into her. I watch her. The way she moves, the lustful expression on her face. The satisfaction of what we’re doing.

  “Oh God,” she cries out. “You feel so good.”

  No, she feels so good.

  All of a sudden, I want that intimacy I had wanted to shun minutes ago. Pulling out of her, I turn her toward me.

  “What’s wrong? Why did you stop?” she asks.

  “I want you on the bed,” I tell her, hoisting her over my shoulder and striding toward the closest one.

  Again she giggles, and that sound does something to my closed-off black heart. I’m not one for feelings or emotions, but I swear that vital organ of mine opens just a little.

  Like a caveman, I toss her on the bed. Her face shines with a lust I’ve never seen and can’t look away. I pull her to the edge of the bed, positioning myself at her entrance, all while looking at that beautiful face.

  As soon as I drive back in, I clench her face and keep her close to me. I want to see everything she feels.