On the Rocks (Kingston Brothers Book 1)

by Isabel Lucero

  She’s dripping.

  I smear the liquid over the head of my cock as I ever so slightly push in and then pull

  back out to rub it over her clit.

  “Royce,” she breathes. “Fuck.”

  In position, I lean over her and slide right in. She gasps, her fingertips pushing into my back.

  Her pussy clamps around me. “Goddamn,” I groan, needing to bury myself deeper inside her.

  “Oh,” she cries out, as I fill her with every inch of me. “Oh, yes.”

  I sit up on my knees, holding her legs up and apart with my hands, and watch as my cock plunges in and out of her.

  Her words are nearly unintelligible as she says them, consisting mostly of pleasure-filled noises and grunts which is music to my ears.

  If I keep watching the way her tight pussy stretches around my dick, I may come faster than I intend to, so I hover over her and she grips me tightly in her arms.

  “So good,” she whispers roughly. “So fucking good.”

  I move faster and harder, which makes her louder. Our grunts and moans mix together in a beautiful symphony that fills the room. I plunge deep, staying still while I enjoy the tightness of her around me. London plants her feet on the mattress, brings both hands to my ass cheeks and pushes me firmly into her as she lifts up and grinds herself back and forth, seeking more friction on her clit.

  “Oh fuck,” I moan into her ear as she breathes heavily into mine.

  Our bodies are slick with sweat, but she keeps moving, faster and faster, and soon I hear her utter the words I’ve yearned to hear slip past her lips.

  “I’m about to come. Oh God, I’m about to come.”

  When she orgasms, she digs her nails into my ass, unleashes a raspy scream that I’m sure will have her throat hurting later, and completely soaks my throbbing cock. I only wish I could feel the wetness without the condom.

  I begin moving, long, slow, and deep strokes. My cock revels in the mess she left behind, the wetness splashing between us as I pull out and thrust back in. It only takes a few minutes before my own orgasm hits me, and I yell out as I reach that blissful peak.

  Her soft words meet my ears as I come off the high. “Holy shit.”

  Thirty minutes later, Royce saunters into his bedroom wearing just his boxer-briefs, holding a plate of food in each hand.

  “I don’t have much up here. Mostly leftovers from the kitchen downstairs.”

  “It’s okay. I’ll eat anything right now,” I say, giving him a reassuring smile.

  “Well, on plate number one we have chicken strips and mozzarella sticks, and on plate number two we have buffalo wings and potato wedges.” He holds them both out to me as I straighten up in his bed, wearing just his T-shirt.

  “I kinda want the chicken strips and potato wedges,” I say with a laugh.

  He playfully rolls his eyes, puts the plates down and switches the mozzarella sticks and wedges, then hands me my plate. “I’ll be back with some water.”

  I put the plate on my lap and start scarfing down the potato wedges with a ferocious fervor.

  Royce comes back and sits next to me on the bed, placing two bottles of water between us, then picks up his plate and starts eating.

  This situation could be awkward, considering it reads like a drunken one-night stand, but I’ve known Royce for more than just this night. Plus, I wasn’t really drunk.

  However, I did think about darting out the door as quick as possible, unsure of what to do in cases like these. I’ve never had sex with someone I wasn’t dating. I know, call me a weirdo, but before Hunter, I had a relationship with a guy for two years, and before him I had a serious boyfriend in high school. There were definitely times when I was single, but I’m a serial monogamist.

  Royce is so easy going, though, and once we disentangled from each other, he said, “I’m starving. Wanna eat?”

  And that was that. We both got cleaned up, he tossed me a shirt and told me to get back in bed while he warmed us up some food, and I haven’t stopped smiling.

  “How is it?” he asks between bites.

  “So good, but I think anything would be at this point.”

  “You don’t like mozzarella sticks?”

  “They’re okay, but not my favorite.”

  “What a weirdo,” he says with a chuckle. “My bar has the best mozzarella sticks. Just eat them with ranch.”

  “Ranch? Don’t people eat them with marinara sauce?”

  “Yeah, other weirdos. Ranch is where it’s at.”

  I laugh. “Okay, I’ll have to try it some other time,” I say, eyeing his near empty plate.

  “Sorry,” he laughs.

  “So, when you finish with your house out in the country, are you still gonna keep this place?”

  “For sure,” he replies quickly, grabbing his water bottle. “I like being so close to the bar. Sometimes I don’t want to make the drive out there after closing, and sometimes I just need to escape and come up here for a while. Plus, my brothers have gotten drunk and needed a place to crash, and this is convenient.”

  “You’ve never gotten drunk and needed a place to crash?” I ask with a smirk.

  “Maybe once or twice,” he replies with a grin. “I work a lot, though. I don’t get drunk when I work.”

  I nod. “Makes sense. But you don’t need to work as often as you do, do you? I mean, you’re the owner.”

  “Yeah, but what else would I do? I like bartending. That’s what I did before I bought this place. I have people who help me with the behind the scenes stuff, but I like the environment of the bar.”

  “Lots of pretty girls?”

  He glances over and smiles. “Lots of girls. Some pretty, some average, but only one standout.”

  I try to suppress my smile and reach for my own water bottle. He chuckles and takes my empty plate and places it on the nightstand along with his. He stretches across the bed on his side, props himself on his elbow, and looks at me.

  “Any other questions?”

  I shift my body to face him, my legs still under the covers. “Probably a lot, but nothing comes to mind right now.”

  “Okay, I have a question for you.”

  “Okay, shoot.”

  I brace myself for a serious question. I expect him to ask me about Hunter, and I’m not really sure I want to talk about him right now.

  “You wanted to do that body shot off me, huh?” His lips lift up at one corner, giving him that adorable crooked smile.

  I roll my eyes. “No.”

  “Yes, you did. It’s okay to admit it.”

  I try to keep my smile in check, but he keeps grinning at me.

  “Maybe a little,” I say.

  He chuckles. “I knew it.”

  “Whatever,” I say, still smiling.

  “Another question.”

  “Okay.”

  His smile disappears, replaced by a lustful expression. “You ready for round two?”

  My stomach flips and heat spreads throughout my body as soon as the words leave his lips. I don’t respond verbally, I simply nod my head as I study him.

  He pushes himself up, his sculpted arms flexing with the move. His face is all angles. Cheekbones and a jawline to die for. His perfectly proportioned lips glisten after he runs his tongue across them, moving toward me.

  Royce rips the blanket down, exposing my naked legs. His large hands grip my ankles and tug, pulling me down until I’m lying on my back with my legs spread apart in front of him.

  “Time for my dessert,” he says, voice dripping with desire.

  And then his mouth is on me.

  She’s wet almost immediately. My tongue parts her lips, paying special attention to her clit for a couple minutes before trailing back down and finding evidence of her arousal waiting for me.

  I let out a moan of appreciation as she reaches down and grabs my hair in both hands. Her body can’t stop squirming, and she can’t keep herself from moaning and muttering cuss words. She begs and pleads f
or more, needy in the best way.

  With a slight shift, I slide two of my fingers inside her, her warmth and wetness coating my fingers as I go deep and curl them up, looking her G-spot.

  “Ohhh,” she wails, letting me know I found it.

  I cover her clit with my mouth, both licking and sucking on it while penetrating her with my fingers. London writhes uncontrollably, her thighs coming together around my head before she lets them fall apart again. She lifts up, pushing her pussy into my face, then she drops back down.

  “Oh God, oh God,” she chants. “Fuck, Royce. Oh my God.”

  Hearing my name fall from her lips while in the throes of ecstasy is even more powerful than I imagined.

  Her noises spur me on, and I let out a growl before quickening my pace with my fingers and focusing my tongue on her clit. She lets go of my hair and then slams her hands against the mattress. I look up and see her with her head thrown back, her pale skin is now shaded with red, and her knuckles are nearly white as she grips tightly on the comforter.

  Fuck, she’s too damn sexy.

  “Royce,” she pants. “I’m—I’m…”

  And then she screams. Her pussy clenches around my fingers and soaks them as she comes.

  My cock throbs, ready to sink deep into that dripping wet pussy.

  “Oh my God,” she breathes, covering her face with her hands.

  I move up and lay down next to her, pulling one hand down. “Don’t cover your face.”

  Her eyes cut to me briefly before she drapes an arm over her forehead. “That was…wow.”

  I chuckle, wait a beat, then say, “You’re beautiful.”

  She scoffs, avoiding my gaze. “Yeah, right. I’m probably a hot mess right now.”

  “You’re not. You’re absolutely breathtaking,” I say, tracing an invisible line on her arm until I get to her hand, locking my fingers with hers and pulling it away from her face.

  Those sky-blue eyes meet mine and study my face, searching for something. Maybe she thinks I’m full of shit, just giving her lines that I give to every other girl I sleep with, but that’s not what I’m doing. I don’t normally do this—whisper compliments while holding hands.

  “Thank you,” she replies softly, her eyes traveling down my face, then to my abs, and finally coming to a stop at my cock straining to bust out of my underwear.

  She reaches her hand out and strokes the length of me, ripping a moan from my throat as I close my eyes and enjoy her touch.

  Her hand slips under the waistband, and I inhale a large gulp of air at the surprise skin to skin contact. Her dainty fingers gently dance down the shaft and back up before she grips it in her fist.

  “Fuck,” I mutter, taking a peek before throwing my head back on the pillow.

  A low giggle reaches me through the darkness. The bed shifts, so I open my eyes and find London getting on her knees. She begins to pull my boxer-briefs down, so I lift my hips to help her out.

  My cock springs free, standing at attention as she curls her fingers around it, slowly moving her hand up and down. She stops stroking me, then runs her thumb up my shaft, slowly making her way to the tip, touching the small amount of pre-cum that’s leaked out.

  Her eyes flicker up to mine, and my cock twitches in her hand as she slides her tongue between her lips before sinking her teeth into the bottom one. I know what she’s contemplating, and fuck, I hope she goes for it. I’ll take five seconds of her pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock. I wait as patiently as possible while she looks back to my dick, carefully stroking it again.

  After a few more minutes of her caressing my cock, her movements speeding up, and her grip tightening, I know I won’t be able to last much longer. Not while she’s straddling my thigh, her wet pussy grinding across my skin. But I intend to make sure she comes one more time, just like I promised, so I grab another condom that I stashed under the pillow earlier, and open it up.

  “I need you to climb on top of me,” I tell her, rolling the latex down my shaft. “I need to be inside you again.”

  She moves up and straddles me, lifting my shirt up over her hips, then grabs ahold of my length and guides me inside of her.

  Her eyes close as she slides down, taking me to the hilt. My hands squeeze the flesh at her hips, and she begins to move.

  “Oh God.” Her voice is a husky whisper.

  She moves back and forth, up and down, and drives me absolutely crazy. I think about taking the shirt off, so I can see her completely naked, but something about her wearing my shirt is sexy. Her soft thighs rub against my hips, and her hands lay against my stomach as she grinds down on me.

  She speeds up, laying her chest against mine, and buries her face into my neck, allowing me to hear clearly all the noises she’s making. She moans, cusses, and pants.

  “Fuck, baby,” I groan. “You feel so good.”

  “Mmm,” she moans in response.

  “Your pussy is so wet for me,” I continue.

  She makes another sexy noise and starts kissing my neck.

  I reach down and squeeze her ass, then thrust, pushing my cock deeper inside her. “Tell me how it feels.”

  She moans and switches from the back and forth movement to moving up and down. “It’s so good.”

  “Tell me more,” I command.

  “It’s so deep,” she moans. “So hard. So fuckin’ good,” she groans.

  “Mm,” I growl.

  She pushes up just a little, moving her hands to my chest, and she rocks her hips, grinding herself against me with my cock buried as deep as it can go. The skin on her neck flushes red as she closes her eyes and tosses her head back.

  I reach my hand up her shirt and caress her breast before softly pinching her nipple. She responds with a sexy groan.

  With both hands on her hips, I help quicken her movements, shoving my cock deep inside.

  “Royce,” she pants. “Oh, God.”

  “Fuck. Yeah, baby. You gonna come for me?”

  She nods her head, eyes squeezed shut. I know she’s close. Her fingernails are digging into my skin.

  “Ah, ah,” she moans in the sexiest fucking voice I’ve ever heard. “Oh, God. I’m gonna…oh fuck.”

  “Let me hear you, baby.”

  “I’m coming. Oh shit. Royce.”

  She lets out a long scream as her nails dig deeper into my chest. Once again, her pussy pulsates around me, drenching my cock in her juices, and I tighten my grip on her waist and fuck her hard. I raise and drop my hips quickly and roughly, seeking my own release.

  “Oh, baby,” I groan, my orgasm sending me over the edge as she’s still coming down from her own.

  She collapses on top of me, both of us breathing heavily, and I wrap my arms around her. I’m willing to stay like this for as long as I can—buried deep, completely satiated.

  After cleaning myself up for the second time tonight, well, this morning, I stand in Royce’s bathroom and inspect myself in the mirror.

  Though I took down my ponytail and ran my fingers through the tangled locks, it still looks a little like a rat’s nest. I wrap it up in a messy bun, and wipe my finger under my eyes to get rid of the smudged mascara.

  My skin is still slightly flushed, and the space between my legs is deliciously sore.

  I’ve never been with a man who’s been so vocal in bed. Sure, they make the usual grunts and groans, but Royce likes to talk dirty. I never realized how much of a turn on that is.

  I glance at a little clock Royce has on his bathroom counter and am shocked to realize it’s damn near six o’clock in the morning. No wonder I’m so fucking exhausted. Well, there’s two reasons for that.

  Still wearing his T-shirt, I exit the bathroom and find Royce under the covers. When I step out, he turns his head and looks at me with a smile painted on his face.

  “Shirt looks good on you.”

  I smile. “Thanks, but don’t worry, I’m about to give it back,” I say, grabbing my clothes from the floor.

  As I�
�m stepping into my jeans, Royce jolts up. “You’re leaving?”

  “Well…yeah.”

  “It’s six in the morning. You’ve got to be exhausted. It’s not safe to drive when you’re sleepy.”

  I cock my head. “I’ll be fine. It’s not a long drive.”

  He’s silent for a minute while I fasten my pants. “You can stay here, you know.”

  I spin around to take his shirt off and replace it with my own. I realize it’s stupid because he’s seen me naked, and licked and kissed my most private places. “I know, but I should get home. My cat might be tearing up my place, or may need food.”

  “You have a cat? I didn’t see him at your party.”

  “Yep. Pennywise. He’s an asshole and hates company.”

  He barks out a laugh. “Well, with a name like that, what do you expect?”

  I make a face at him, and he climbs out from under the covers and walks toward me. “I’ll walk you down. Please text me when you get home.”

  “Okay.”

  He throws on a pair of pajama bottoms that rest low on his hips then escorts me downstairs.

  “You park in the front or back?”

  “Front.”

  He spots his previously discarded shirt behind the bar and retrieves it with a grin. “Glad I found this before any of the workers came in. They might have some questions.”

  He unlocks the door for me, then turns and stares at me for several seconds like he’s contemplating saying something, but he never does. Instead, he leans in, his hand going to the back of my head, and he presses his lips to mine. I automatically rest my hand on his hip, and kiss him back.

  We kiss until we can’t catch our breath. We kiss feverishly, needing another taste of each other. We kiss with an intensity so strong, we could very well end up naked again. We kiss like it’s going to be the last time we do it.

  When we finally separate, I give him a smile, and he pulls the door open for me.

  “I’ll talk to you later,” I say.

  “Okay,” he responds, then I step out into the early morning, a light mist in the air, and the sun barely touching the horizon.