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King of the Court

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by Melanie Munton

His fierce growl pierced the air as he suddenly pushed me back onto the bed, his body falling on top of mine in a heated embrace. Our mouths fused together, tongues seeking one another, as our hands explored. He groaned in my mouth when I sucked deeply on his tongue. I moaned wantonly when his cock surged against me, making me regret giving him the “no sex” line. His fevered kisses were a spectacle. The way his hungry mouth ate at mine had my head spinning and my panties soaked. He cupped me there, his hand covering my mound, and it felt so good I gasped at his touch.

  “I’ve made you come twice now,” he said, raising his head to look down at me. “And I’ve been dying to get my mouth back on you. You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about eating your pussy.”

  I was game for that. “No one’s stopping you now.”

  Oh, the way he looked at me. The passion there.

  “That’s right. You’re not stopping me, are you? Because you can’t stand not touching me anymore than I can hold myself back from you. We won’t be denying ourselves that anymore, sweetheart. Christ, we should have been doing this from the day we met.”

  “I can’t deny it,” I panted, getting antsy now. “I want you.”

  “Fuck, say that again.”

  “I want you, Cam.”

  “Yes.”

  He slid down my body and skimmed my barely-there panties down my legs. He looked at me like he was starving for a meal. Like the only way he would survive was by getting a taste of me. But he didn’t lower his head like I expected him to. Instead, he crawled back up my body and went for the hook on my bra.

  “I want you naked for me. Regardless of what we will or won’t be doing, I’m not going to miss out on another opportunity to see all of you.”

  He snapped open the front clasp of my bra and sucked in a sharp breath when my breasts spilled out into his hands. They were a decent C-cup and perky enough that I was proud of them.

  “Those corny T-shirts I was talking about earlier?” he said, sounding a little dazed. “I love them and everything,” he covered my flesh with his hands, “but they do too good a job of hiding these from me.”

  He bent his head and sucked at my right breast, his tongue laving my nipple. My hand flew to the back of his head, holding him against me.

  “Mmm. God, Cam.”

  I was so sensitive there, my toes curled into the sheets. I’d barely gotten a handle on his aggressiveness before he moved to my other nipple. The sight of his blonde head against my naked skin and his greedy, masculine hand tweaking my nipple had me close to coming. That never happened. I didn’t get a visit from Mr. O without significant teasing of my clit.

  Magical sex powers.

  When his mouth released my nipple, I assumed he’d be headed south. But he threw me off again. He grabbed me by the arms and hauled me up. Before I could voice my questions, he took my place on the bed, lying on his back. I never thought I would have a man like him in my bed, mostly naked. His tanned muscular frame was mouth-wateringly cut in the most delicious places. His briefs were sitting low on his hips, highlighting the deep V of his hipbones. His broad shoulders took up more than half my bed. And dammit if I couldn’t take my eyes off of those perfectly toned biceps.

  Suddenly I wasn’t as concerned about where his mouth was going next. I wanted to concentrate on where mine was going.

  He beckoned me closer with his hands. “Sit on my face.”

  Er—okay. Not what I was expecting.

  “Um…”

  “I’m not done with you yet. Hell, I’ve barely even gotten started. Come here.”

  No guy had ever done it to me this way before, and I was a little unsure. It seemed the only sound I could force out was, “Um…”

  His expression hardened. “I’m not leaving your apartment until you come in my mouth. Sit. On. My. Face, Reese.”

  His tone spiked my confidence in a big way. With a coy smile, I eased my way up to his head on my hands and knees. Amazingly, I almost forgot that I was completely naked under his carnal gaze. My hair fell in front of my face as I straddled his shoulders, looking down at him. Of course, he wasn’t looking up at me. He was locked in on my moist sex that was more than ready for his mouth.

  Gripping my hips, he shifted me forward until my opening was directly over his face. Without warning, he placed the softest kiss on my folds, the light touch sending my entire body reeling. He continued spreading those kisses up and down my lips, sucking gently on my clit, though not using enough pressure to send me toward climax.

  “Goddamn, that’s sweet,” he growled against my flesh.

  As if he couldn’t hold back anymore, he leaned up again and his whole mouth covered me. His talented tongue pushed through my entrance, spearing me as he dove deeper and deeper.

  “Ohh…that’s so good,” I said on a gasp. I felt like all the air had been stolen from my lungs.

  His moan of approval was muffled against my skin. He wrapped both arms around my hips, pulling me down harder on him. My hair fell down my back as I silently shouted to the ceiling. He was making me lose my ever-loving mind.

  And that’s when it struck me.

  I shouldn’t have been the only one having fun. He deserved to feel good, too.

  I tried to turn around, but he must have thought I was trying to escape his clutches because he only tightened his grip, grunting in protest.

  I placed my hands on his head. “Cam, I want you in my mouth.”

  As if I’d flipped a switch in him, every part of him froze in place. He carefully extracted his tongue from inside me to lift his gaze toward mine.

  “You don’t have to,” he whispered. “This was supposed to be just for you.”

  “I want to. That day at the lake wasn’t enough. I’ve wanted you like this since I saw you covering yourself with that damn T-shirt.”

  His pupils dilated, his nostrils flaring. “You can get me to do anything you want when you say things like that.”

  Noted. I filed that piece of information away for later.

  With more strength than I’d expected, he lifted me up and spun my body around to where I now faced his feet. He’d hardly exerted any force to move me, as if I weighed nothing. God, that’s hot. I gripped the waistband of his briefs and slid them over his impressive bulge. When I got them far enough down he flung them across the room with his foot.

  Damn.

  If he looked this good upside down, I could only imagine what he looked like standing up with that hard length dangling between his powerful thighs. You could tell he kept himself groomed. That beautiful thatch of dark hair hit a chord with me. He was just so wonderfully masculine. So manly. Even his junk. If there was some world-wide standard for what a perfect cock should look like, a picture of Cam’s would have been front and center.

  “Wrap those lips around me, sweetheart,” he whispered across my slick entrance before diving back in.

  Gladly.

  Like he had with me, I began by laying soft kisses up and down his shaft, snaking my tongue out to give a few licks. Then I lightly took the tip in my mouth, swirling my tongue around in circles. I could tell he really liked that when his hips shot up and he let out a long, low groan. His hips were inching further and further off the bed, and I knew he wanted me to go deeper.

  So, I took him to the back of my throat and sucked.

  His mouth left my flesh. “Holy shit. Damn, baby. Yeah, take me.”

  The sound of a man being pleasured—especially when you’re the one doing the pleasuring—was the sweetest aphrodisiac. I was reaching my release incredibly fast as his entire lower body arched toward my mouth, thrusting upward in rhythm with the bobbing of my head. I sucked and licked for all I was worth, giving to him as good as he was giving me. His tongue scraped the sides of my inner walls, massaging them with sensual swipes back and forth.

  “I’m almost there,” I managed, squeezing my eyes shut. “Cam, I’m so close.”

  Answering my plea, he moved his mouth to my clit and pulled it between his li
ps. I came hard as he relentlessly sucked that bundle of nerves. I nipped the skin on his hipbone to stop myself from crying out. He kept his mouth focused on that one spot until he had drained me of every drop, cleaning me with his tongue after I finished. My limbs were now listless, but the insistent hand he had on my upper back, pushing me back toward his cock, reminded me I had a job to finish.

  It was my turn to be relentless.

  More like merciless.

  I kept him at the back of my throat, sucking hard as I stroked the base with my fingers. His hand kept me from pulling off of him, but that only spurred me on. I could tell he was getting close when his moans began to get louder.

  “Aw, fuck, Reese. I’m about to come. You going to swallow me down, baby?”

  I did, just seconds later.

  He roared as he came, muffling it with what I assumed was my pillow. It felt like he came for five minutes, but I stayed with him for every second until he started to soften in my mouth. His body relaxed, satiated, as I returned the favor and made sure he was clean before I turned back around and cuddled in close to his side.

  “Jesus,” he said, still catching his breath. “That was… Shit, I wasn’t expecting that.”

  “But you liked it?”

  “Are you kidding?” he asked incredulously. “Was the mouthful I gave you not proof enough?”

  I giggled and wrapped my arm around his waist as his went around my shoulder and slid down my back. If he was always like this in bed, it was no wonder why he’d never had trouble finding partners.

  As our legs tangled together between my sheets, I felt calm. Content.

  He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead and whispered, “Get some sleep, sweetheart.”

  With an earth-shattering orgasm under my belt and his protective body holding me close, I had a feeling I was about to get the best sleep of my life. I was having a hard time remembering why I’d ever had reservations about the two of us in the first place.

  None of it felt wrong. The exact opposite, actually.

  I was happy like this.

  But as I drifted off to sleep, one disturbing question kept intruding on my peaceful thoughts.

  How long could this really last?

  31

  Reese

  Consciousness slowly crept in as I peeled my eyes open, one by one. My hand was rubbing against something. The wall? Why was I on the right side of my bed by the wall? I always slept on the left side…

  Heavy breathing sounded in my left ear.

  Oh, that’s right. Because a certain studly star basketball player was currently occupying the left side of my bed. And I had to admit, he looked pretty damn good there. The room was still bathed in darkness, so I knew I hadn’t slept half the day away. I was about to reach over Cam and grab my phone off the nightstand to check the time when something in the window caught my eye.

  It was the black figure of a person, a man by the looks of it.

  Someone was standing on the balcony right outside my bedroom.

  Oh, God. Someone was trying to get inside my room.

  Without thinking, I let out a sharp scream, scrambling up the bed and pressing my back against the headboard. Cam bolted upright and ended up falling out of bed, hitting the floor with a loud thud. He shot up to his feet, his eyes flitting from me to the rest of the room and back to me.

  “What?” he demanded. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

  I pointed to the balcony door. “S-someone’s outs-side.”

  His head swiveled in that direction. His body instantly went rigid, his eyes narrowing. “What the hell?”

  He stomped across the room and just before he pulled the door open I blurted out, “Wait! What if he’s got a weapon?”

  That didn’t deter him. “Fucker’s going to need one.”

  He unlocked the door because I always, always kept it locked. It didn’t matter if we were on the second floor. Psychos tended to be motivated.

  He whipped open the door. “Hey, ass—” His next words died on his lips.

  His body was blocking my view, so I couldn’t get a good look at the guy. “Cam?”

  He turned back around to me, holding a giant piece of cardboard that had been cut into the shape of a man and painted black. Looked like it’d been taped to a bucket filled with rocks, so it would stay upright.

  Fucking cardboard.

  Gemma and Syd.

  “Oh, those two hags don’t even know what’s coming their way,” I snarled. “This isn’t just war. This is catastrophic, nuclear war. The type that no one survives.”

  “You’re kind of scary, you know.”

  He threw the cardboard to the floor and turned back around to shut and lock the door. At this point, there was enough illumination coming from the outside street light to provide me with a perfect view of his beautifully sculpted ass. Until that moment I’d completely forgotten we were both still naked. How I don’t know. My eyes were drawn to the subtle rippling of his muscles as he secured the lock, the flexing of his quads as he shifted back around to face me. Of course, the front side was just as fine as the backside.

  He noticed my lowered gaze and grinned. “Something on your mind?”

  “You know how I said we should take things slow?” I asked his cock, as if it could talk back.

  “Yeah,” he said slowly.

  “I change my mind. We should probably move fast. Like, warp speed fast.”

  He chuckled. “Only you would make a Star Trek reference right now.”

  My eyes flew up to his, surprised that he’d gotten that reference at all. “Are we going to stand here talking about Star Trek, or are we going to get down to business?”

  His hand went to his shaft and he started to stroke himself, almost like he couldn’t help it. “Sweetheart, he’s never in town on business. Only pleasure.”

  I dropped the sheet I was holding against myself, exposing my breasts to him. His gaze dropped and he gave one good, long pull on his length. The air sizzled around us, crackling with heated anticipation.

  I tipped my chin down at his busy hand. “Show me.”

  He flew to the bed and stripped the thin sheet from my body. Naked, we writhed on the mattress in a blur of unrestrained lust and desperate need, clawing at skin, sheets, whatever we could get our hands on, as our ravenous mouths connected in a frenzied kiss. I circled my legs around his back to pull him closer, but he pulled away before I could find that friction.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Condom,” he pushed out. “I have some in my bag.”

  I pulled out the drawer of my nightstand. “There’s a box in there.”

  The same box that had been in there for forever, but I wouldn’t tell him that. Though, he didn’t look too happy knowing I had a mostly full box of condoms right next to my bed. He still grabbed one, ripped it open with his teeth, and sheathed himself without hardly blinking an eye. When he lowered his hand, I felt his fingers glide over my swollen center.

  “Fuck, you’re ready for it. You want my cock, sweetheart?”

  I lifted my hips, seeking out the member in question. If he wasn’t going to put it in me, I sure as hell would.

  “You know I do.”

  “I want to hear you say it.”

  I looked him straight in the eye as I reached down and grasped his cock. He hissed in a breath but maintained eye contact. “I want this inside me. I want you pushing into me until you’ve got me so full I can hardly breathe.”

  His eyes drifted shut as he swallowed thickly. “Then put me inside you, baby.”

  I pulled him to me, guiding him until his tip touched my opening. Then he was pushing inside, sliding in easily through my wetness. He paused when he bottomed out, both of us releasing mutual groans at the intense contact.

  “Goddamn, baby. You’re so tight. Feels fucking amazing.”

  “I need more.”

  He was having a hard time controlling his breathing. “I know, I’m working on it. I don’t want this to be over too
quickly.”

  With another deep breath, he started to move. After a few slow drives, we found a rhythm and he started to thrust hard, pounding me into the headboard. Rocking his hips back and forth had the frame of my bed creaking. The sound, along with our ragged breathing, filled the silence of the room.

  His hands found mine, pinning them to the pillow, right beside my head. He never once looked away from me as he drove in harder and harder, bringing both of us to the brink of pleasure. The way he felt inside me was intense enough. As per my request, his engorged shaft filled me so full, I could feel him everywhere. But the way he stayed locked on me, as if afraid of severing the connection we’d just formed, hit me on an even deeper level. One I’d never expected to feel with him.

  This was supposed to be just sex. At least, I thought it was.

  But this felt like much more than that.

  To my own disbelief, I found myself…not hating the idea.

  Part of me couldn’t believe that after all this time, I was here with him like this. The other part recognized the fact that this was the most right I’d ever felt with another person in all my life.

  That had to mean something.

  I just didn’t know what. Or was too afraid to admit it.

  His shaft pulsed inside me. “Baby, I can’t hold off much longer. You going to come with me?”

  I felt it right there, but not necessarily within my reach. “Almost…almost.”

  One hand let go of mine, and his fingers found my clit. With just enough pressure I had stars exploding behind my eyelids. “Yes, yes, I’m coming. Cam…yes!”

  My channel clamped down around him, squeezing him and pulling him further inside. “Oh, God,” he cried. “I can’t…I can’t. It’s too good.”

  After three more wild thrusts, he came with a muttered “fuck”, still aware that we weren’t the only ones in the apartment. With the light spilling over him I could see the bulging veins in his neck as he rode out the rest of his release, gradually slowing his movements. He collapsed on top of me and rested his forehead against mine, our hands once again intertwined, our lower halves still connected. Our chests rose and fell together as we tried to speak.

 

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