“Some dark things have been done due to this ring in the past, but Royal’s trying to correct some of them. He’s president now, but still, cancer can’t always been killed. The Court, that’s what we call the society, has bred some truly awful monsters. I come from several generations of the Court. But even our noses aren’t clean.”
It made me think about that night with Bryce again, so easy the world had been able to move on from that, and I wondered if his boys’ club was a part of the reason. The Reeds were very powerful.
I wet my lips. “But you don’t have to be like that.”
His fingers unfurled, his jaw moving. “I’m hoping to be more like my dad. He was Court too before he died, but so not Court. At least, how I remembered him. He was a good man. Didn’t get caught up in all the shit.”
Smiling, I lay against him. “That’s nice.”
“Yeah. Gramps is a good man too. All this shit’s just real hard, you know? Being legacy, a lot of eyes fall on you.”
I didn’t know, but I did sympathize.
And suddenly the big brute with his privileged past didn’t seem so simple. I touched his chest, and Knight pulled back the collar of my shirt, his fingers drifting beneath. “Knight—”
“Stop shaking, dove.”
I shuddered instead, his fingers unfastening the shirt’s top button before exposing my shoulder.
He tasted with small bites, my skin flushing beneath his teeth. “No one’s here. We got a little bit.”
He squeezed my breasts through the shirt, and I realized he’d lied to his friends, the cleaning crew coming but obviously not right now.
“No fucking bra,” he growled, lowering his head of dark hair. He eased his teeth across my hard nipples, biting and sucking and making the material dark through the shirt.
I moaned, cradling the back of his head as he shifted me off his lap, then on my back. Reaching behind, he tugged his T-shirt off, exposing his hard flesh before balling it up and tossing it on the floor. With a harsh jerk, he pulled at the boxers I wore, sliding both them and my underwear off. Suddenly bare, I forced my thighs together, wriggling. “What if someone comes?”
“No one’s coming. I swear to God.” He unbuttoned my shirt until I was fully naked, his eyes liquid heat. Touching his mouth down, he dipped his tongue into my belly button. “No one’s fucking seeing you but me.”
The claim he staked burned my core, that I actually wanted him to exclaim such a thing. That I wanted to be his, completely owned by him as he spread my legs apart.
His eyes darkened at the sight of my already dripping sex, his coal-black locks hanging over his eyes and making him look like a madman. He pulled his thick digits through it, then gripped my thigh, locking it over his bicep. He disappeared between my legs and immediately sucked my lower lips into his mouth.
“Christ. Fuck. Knight.”
A chuckle, gravelly and sex-crazed drummed below me, Knight’s ridiculously talented mouth doing that again. The third time, his tongue dipped in, the length swiping along my buzzing clit, and my thighs squeezed his head. He forced them apart until I stopped, and I shook, gripping the couch cushions on either side.
“Knight…” I gasped as he entered a digit inside me, quickly moving into drilling me while he tongued me toward orgasm. I was still so sore, but it felt so damn good. I’d never been eaten out at all before, and the sensations were just too much not to give into.
I tried, completely fighting my orgasm. “Knight, stop. Stop! I’m going to come please.”
His fingers unfurled from my leg, his laughter subtle as he raised up. “Already?”
I rolled my eyes, starting to push him away but he didn’t let me. He nearly took my hand, tugging me up.
“You’re cute,” he said, kissing me with a smile. “So goddamn sexy.”
I was glad he liked it, and I forgot about his jab as he kissed me, guiding me back onto his lip. Out of the couch cushions, he pulled a condom and that told me this couch was used for more than just video games.
“How many people have been on this thing?” I asked. Though, I probably shouldn’t have. In any sense, the moment Knight tugged his dick out of his shorts a haze hit my brain. The thing was muscled steel, long and hard and pulled up to the first section of his abs.
“Best not to think about it,” he said, fisting himself with a hard grip. He frowned at me. “Too sore to do this still or…”
Fascinated with his cock, I think that told him his answer, his smile wide as he ripped the foil wrapper open with his teeth. His eyes simmered. “Wanna help me out?”
He gave me the condom with two fingers and though intimidated, I took it. “What do I do?”
“Just roll it down. Real slow and easy.” He leaned back, cradling my hips as he widened his legs beneath me. His breath sucked in the moment I held his dick, his eyes laced with nothing short of lust as I rolled the condom down. “Perfect. Just like that.”
So clearly sex drunk, Knight’s eyes rolled back, my hand along his steel rod. Knight grunted, urging me to play with his balls, and I did with my other hand. I thought it’d be awkward, but it wasn’t, all this so fucking hot.
Knight’s eyes opened as he watched me play, his big ole hands coming around my ass cheeks and digging his fingers in. His finger touched my tiny hole, and I gasped. Knight chuckled. “I might play with it while you ride me. Wanna do that?”
He asked me.
