The Making Of A King: The King Duet, Book 1

by N. M. Catalano

  Because I’m not going to fuck you when you stink like him.

  I bend and suck one peak deep into my mouth, then let it go with a pop. “Because I’m going to bury my face between your legs and feast on your pussy under the water. Now get in.”

  I watch the crimson climb up her chest to her neck, then wash over her face as her nipples grow harder. I smirk at her. That’s right, Storm, I’m going to eat you so good, you won’t remember your own name.

  With her eyes glued on me, she slowly turns to face the running water. My gaze burns a trail down her spine to the luscious globes of her ass. I press the length of my body against hers, my hard-on poking into the curve of her back. I cup both her breasts in my palms, my front to her back, and press my lips against her ear. “I want you to rub your ass against my cock, Storm.” Because her ass is a goddamn work of art.

  She gasps as her head falls back against my chest and her hips press against my hardness. “Jesus Christ, Lucas.”

  I nibble on her ear. “Still just Lucas, but soon.”

  I lower my hands and glide her underwear down her legs, and my mouth waters, anxious to taste her.

  Normally, I could give zero fucks about the girl at the end of my dick. I told you, I’m selfish. But Storm, I want to hear her scream. I want to watch as her eyes roll back in her head. I want her toes to curl so fucking hard, her legs will have muscle cramps for hours.

  I want to blow her mind.

  Because somehow she’s become an obsession. Somehow she’s gotten under my skin. Somehow she’s crawled so far inside my head, her face haunts me everywhere. Some fucking how, things turned from wanting to destroy her, to wanting her.

  When she lifts one leg into the tub, my palm glides across her ass to cup her mound, and the low guttural sound she makes from my touch sends another jolt straight to my balls. Son of a bitch. “Back against the wall,” I command, my voice rough.

  I look at her, really look at her, as she stands there waiting for me. She’s fucking beautiful, with her trusting eyes, and pain in the ass cupids bow mouth. Her lips are swollen and red from our kiss, and barely open, mindlessly asking me for more.

  I climb inside the cramped space with her and pull the curtain shut. “Anyone ever suck on your clit before, Storm?” the filthy words come out deceptively tender. Another wave of embarrassment washes over her features as she slowly shakes her head no. I slip my hand between her slightly open thighs and glide it along her slit, her slickness coating my palm. “Anyone stick their tongue so far inside you, you could feel it in your chest?” I lower my mouth to hers, our lips whispering against each other, and glide my tongue along their plumpness. I feel the faintest shake of her head again. I press down on her clit with my thumb as I slip my middle finger inside her. Her entire body goes rigid as she lets out a long, quiet moan. “Tell me, Evelyn,” I rub my thumb side to side on her nub, “will I be the first to taste you?”

  “Yes,” the single word comes out breathless.

  Mother fucker. All the hair on my body stands on end as I crush my mouth against hers and shove my tongue in her mouth so far, I can almost feel her tonsils. She’s a virgin. The thought crashes around in my head as one part of me tells me to leave her the fuck alone, while the other is doing fist pumps in the air.

  Ungluing my mouth from hers, I lower to my knees as I lift one of her legs over my shoulder. “Brace yourself, I’m not going to be gentle.” I couldn’t even if I tried.

  “Jesus…,” she begins as my eyes shoot up to meet hers and I grin. She laughs this laugh I haven’t heard before. And damn, if that thing in my chest doesn’t feel like it’s getting bigger.

  As I lower my face to her sex, I keep my eyes glued on her face. I don’t want to miss any of her emotions the first time my mouth touches her, the first time my tongue glides over her flesh, the first time I suck her clit between my lips. I don’t want to miss a thing.

  Her eyes are wide, and they get wider as I get closer. When my mouth makes contact with her, her jaw drops open. When my tongue reaches out and slides over her lips, she sucks in a breath. When my mouth closes around her clit and my tongue flicks out to tease it, she gasps, “Oh, my God!”

  I fucking smirk.

  Now, Storm. He’s coming now.

  I eat her ravenously. I suck on her furiously. I tongue her mercilessly. Because this pussy is mine.

  The water is streaming over my face, but it’s nothing compared to her juices covering my mouth and dripping down my chin.

  “Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she repeats the chant over and over again.

  I grip her leg thrown over my shoulder and open her wider as I slide my other hand to her ass. Then I move her hips so she’s rubbing herself against me. When she realizes what I’m doing, she takes over. That’s it, baby, fuck my face.

  “OH MY GOOOOOOD…”

  Her hips thrash against my mouth as I pinch her swollen clit, and hold that bitch right the fuck there. Her body starts shaking as her head thumps against the wall, and she rides the climax all the way home.

  “Lucas…,” she pants breathlessly as her body begins to melt.

  She looks fucking perfect, wrecked and satisfied, and inside I’m beating my chest because I did that. I might have stolen her from Preston tonight, but that fucker stole her from me first. Like he said, all’s fair.

  I don’t fucking play fair.

  I stand and lift her from the wall. “I’m gonna wash you.” Because I want his stink wiped from you completely.

  Switching places with her so she’s under the stream of water, I squeeze a portion of my body wash onto my palm and rub my hands together to work up a lather. She’s leaned back with her head resting against me as I begin to rub soap over her, starting at her shoulders, around her neck, then I make my way down to her tits, taking extra time to play with her nipples. They’re so hard, I could do this shit all day. Her body eases back to press against mine with her ass on my very hard cock. Keeping one hand on her breasts, I glide the other down her abdomen. I toy with her, gliding a finger at the creases of thighs, then squeezing first one side of her mound, then the other, between my fingers. She presses the back of her head into me as her hips push against my cock. My mouth travels over skin, nibbling across her shoulder and licking up her neck. Her eyes are shut and her mouth is open, and I know I’ve got to be leaking precum all over her backside. It’s killing me to wait, but this shit right here, watching her, seeing her come alive under my hands is something I’m going to remember the rest of my life.

  Her breathing is ragged as her hands grip my thighs. I can feel her thrusting at nothing, searching for something.

  For me.

  “Lucas,” she whispers my name, but it’s barely audible, and filled with need. Lust. Hunger.

  I reach forward and turn off the water, then take her hand and lead her to the bed. It’s doesn’t matter that it’s not even ten feet away. It’s not important that my place smells like emptiness and looks like poverty.

  The only things in this room are me and her and this fucking thing taking over us.

  Our bodies are still wet when we crash to the mattress as our mouths connect, desperate and ravenous, searching and demanding more. I want to bury my dick inside her hard and fast, but I won’t. I need to get her ready.

  It’s going to hurt.

  I lift from her, not because I want to, but because I have to get a condom from the cheap ass nightstand next to the bed. I rip it open with her eyes fixed on every move I make. I hold my hand out to her. “Come here.”

  Her eyes bounce to meet mine with surprise, but she takes my hand and lifts herself from the bed.

  “Touch me,” I instruct her, and suddenly I realize there’s nothing else I want more right now.

  Hesitantly she does. And when her hand makes contact with my shaft, I almost blow my load right then and there just by her touch. I grit my teeth and push it back.

  “Did that hurt?”

  “No,” I grind out. “You almost made me
come like a virgin.”

  “Really?” her face lights up with the biggest smile.

  “Really,” I grin back, because, yeah, she did.

  I’m still holding the condom in my hand when she gives me a devious smirk and starts to get more daring with my dick. She grips it, then begins to pump up and down. I lock my hand on hers stopping her right the fuck there before I come all over her hand, ending it before it even starts.

  “I see I don’t have to worry about you being scared of my dick. That’s enough of that.” I give her a little shove and she chuckles as she falls back with her legs spread open. I don’t think she even realizes it, she’s so comfortable, so unashamed, so innocent, so fucking perfect. So about to be full of me. “I’ll try to be gentle, Evelyn, but your pussy,” I shake my head as everything inside me aches to plunge into her, “it’s fucking beautiful.” It is. I know because I’m staring at it.

  I roll the condom down my length and lower myself to her in the same movement. I want to be inside her, but I know I can’t go fast.

  Because, even though I’m a first class asshole, especially to her, Storm’s first time shouldn’t be rushed or selfish or assholey. Preston would have been. That’s why she’s here. With me.

  I press my lips to hers as my body fits into all her creases and she feeds her hands into my hair. “Lucas,” she whispers.

  My hand finds her breast. “Yeah?” I answer quietly against her lips.

  “It’s my first time,” the blush of crimson colors her face again.

  The corner of my mouth kicks up in a smirk as I stare into her eyes. “I know.”

  She blinks, maybe a little relieved, maybe a little surprised. “Oh.” Her body is tense beneath mine.

  “Are you afraid?” I whisper as I drag my fingers down her skin to the space between her thighs. She nods ever so slightly. This time I give her a full on smirk. “You should be,” I glide my tongue up the side of her face never letting go of her stare. “I’m going to take your virginity tonight, Storm,” I pull my fingers through her folds, and she’s so fucking wet, it makes my cock throb. “I’m not going to lie,” I glide my tongue over her lips and mimic the movement with the pad of my thumb around her clit. Her entire body shudders against mine. God, this is torture. But I continue, because I’m a nice guy like that. “It’s going to hurt.” I hear her swallow, and the prick that I am is enjoying her fear a little too much. I kiss the corner of her mouth, that mouth that makes me crazy. “I promise you, though, I’ll make it feel good.” As I swirl circles around her nub, her eyelids dip and she releases a breath.

  That’s the moment I know she’s giving herself entirely to me.

  That’s right, baby, let go.

  This time when I kiss her, it’s slow and deep. I take my time, exploring her mouth with my tongue as I explore her cunt with my fingers, dipping them inside her in long slow strokes, letting her get used to me as I burn everything about her into my mind. The small moans she makes at the back of her throat when I graze her clit with my thumb, the way her back arches off the bed when I rub that sensitive spot inside her, the way her walls clamp down around me asking me for more.

  She’s holding onto my shoulders with her eyes closed as her hips move into me, her breathing hard and raspy. I move and replace my hand with the tip of my cock at her entrance. That’s when her eyes fly open.

  “Slow, Storm. I promise.”

  Because I might be a soulless bastard, but I’m not going to fuck this up for her.

  She nods. Then she does something I don’t expect. She feeds her legs around my thighs. My first instinct is to push into her balls deep. I check myself, Slow, Lucas, or she’ll rip you to shreds with her nails.

  I move my hips and press into her with just the tip. Just the fucking tip. She’s so tight and warm, and so damn wet, it would be so easy to keep going. I want to, so damn bad. I rock backward and do it again, and again, my teeth grinding together because she feels so good, and it’s so hard.

  When her death grip slackens and she starts to move with me, I give her a little more. She doesn’t stop, so I keep going. In and out, and I’m almost ready to lose my mind, she feels so damn good. Until I hit the wall.

  I wrap my arms all the way around her, and she does the same. We can’t get any closer, our hearts are beating matching rhythms, and her scent, that smell that has unknowingly become some kind of subconscious aphrodisiac fills my senses. Not a fucking trace of Preston left. My face is at her neck, licking, nibbling, stroking, sucking, eating up the taste of her because she’s so fucking delicious. “This is it,” I mumble against her flesh.

  She squeezes me tighter. “Just do it and get it over with.”

  I let out grunt of laughter. This girl.

  I do. I pull back, then slam into her, breaking through her barrier, all of her fucking barriers, like the wrecking ball I am. She screams, it’s so loud, all I hear is ringing inside my head, but I don’t move. I stay right where I am, stroking her hair, trailing kisses over her face, neck, and eyes. Licking those breasts that have intoxicated me. I’m exactly where I want to be, filling her up, and taking the one thing from her no one else can ever get.

  I told you, Storm. I want everything.

  She gave it to me, willingly. God only knows why; I’ve been such a prick to her. But I’m so fucking glad she did.

  When I feel her start to relax and I hear her breathing begin to calm, that’s when I really start to move.

  I don’t fuck her hard and angry. I experience her, enjoy her, feel her. Because I don’t think I’m going to get the opportunity again.

  She’s too good for me.

  My strokes are long and slow, the push and pull, back and forth, is building and pushing us higher.

  I pull my hands from around her and cup her face and kiss her. Not because that’s what I’m supposed to do. But because I want to.

  I want to drown in her, get lost in her, lose myself entirely inside her. Because she feels like salvation.

  Something I do not deserve.

  Everything inside me swells with the maelstrom of emotions from how she feels. With how she makes me feel.

  “Lucas,” she moans. Our bodies are grinding against each other with no space between us. She’s gripping me to her, pulling me closer. Then she digs her nails into my back and locks me in place with her legs.

  “OH, MY GOD...,” her moan does not end.

  When she comes, she pushes me over the edge with her. I explode so hard, I don’t think I’m ever going to stop.

  We lay quietly, our bodies tangled together in my second hand linens, our breathing labored and heavy.

  The fact I don’t want to roll off her and walk away, even if it is my place, is unsettling.

  “Lucas,” Evelyn finally breaks the silence.

  “Mmm,” I mumble with the uneasy feeling I’m not going to like this. Girls want to get all emotional and sentimental after sex, like now we pour out our deepest darkest secrets.

  Not fucking happening.

  She takes in a deep breath, as if she’s bracing herself. “Why did you do it?”

  Internally, I groan. What? Make you go to Caroline’s house right after I fucked her? Throw you in Preston’s face when I sent you to his house? Treat you like utter shit every time I opened my mouth? Which one exactly?

  “Why did you fight Preston?”

  Oh, that. Yeah, about that.

  I roll off her, because that did it. “Because he’s an asshole.”

  I can feel her stare burning a hole in the side of my face, because she knows I’m lying. I’m sure that’s pissing her off.

  What do you want me to tell you? He stole you from me when he knew you were mine? That he was going to fuck you because he’s a pig?

  Pot calling the kettle black much?

  Shut the fuck up.

  Evelyn gets up. She gets up. That’s a fucking first. Taking the five steps into the living area, I know she’s getting dressed.

  “I need to get home,�
� I hear her through the open door.

  Maybe I should let her take my car so we can avoid what’s obviously going to be a very uncomfortable ride.

  “Yeah, right,” I grumble instead, and walk into the bathroom. When I look down to remove the condom, the sight of her blood on my dick sobers my sour ass attitude. I roll my eyes as I take it off and throw it in the trash.

  Grabbing my shorts from the floor, I shove my legs into them as I meet her in the other room.

  “I did it because I knew he wanted to fuck you.” It physically hurts to admit this. “And,” I continue even though it’s killing me, “I wasn’t going to let it happen.”

  Her mouth is a hard line, albeit her lips are red and swollen from me sucking on them. She’s pissed. “And you didn’t?”

  Now she’s pissed me off. “Yeah, I did. I’ve got the bloody condom to prove it. You want to take it home and show dear old dad?”

  Her eyes shoot venom at me, those sea green pools that tell her entire fucking story. Without glasses. For fucking Preston. “You’re an asshole.”

  I give her a cold smirk. “You knew that before I even sucked your tits, Storm.”

  A flash of indignation and hurt flashes across her face before she squashes it and slaps her war face on. “What was this? Some kind of game you two play?”

  I yank my shirt from the floor and pull it over my head. “Fuck no.” I snag my key from the coffee table where she left it as I stuff my feet into my shoes and walk toward the door.

  “Really? It certainly looks that way to me. Fortunately, I’ve only got my virginity to give away once, so you two can play with someone else,” she’s following behind me down the stairs.

  I spin around to face her at the bottom. “Listen, good, Storm, because I’m only going to say this once,” the words are practically a hiss. She pushed me, now I’m going to crush her. “He would have fucked you, and it wouldn’t have been like this. I promise you. You should be grateful.” Shock explodes on her face. “Keep your holier than thou attitude, because, frankly, I don’t give a shit.” Before she has a chance to respond, I turn my back to her and march to the car.