King leaned over me, his finger sliding down the front of my thong, rubbing right over my clit. A mewl came out of my throat and I tilted my ass up, completely forgetting about my discomfort over the promises he’d made only moments ago.
His mouth touched my ear, his tongue dragging up the edge. “But not tonight, sugar. Tonight I’m going to fuck you raw. If you’re a good girl, I’ll see if you taste as sweet as you smell.” My hips jerked as his finger was joined by another and he rubbed my clit harder. “You’re gonna scream for me, darlin’. So loud you’ll be hoarse tomorrow.”
Suddenly the heat of his body and his hand were gone and I cried out because I wanted them back. I wanted more.
“Sh,” King murmured, cupping his hand over my mouth again, his other reaching for the radio on the desk.
Vaguely I realized someone was talking.
“What’s up, Jack?” he asked irritably. “I’m kinda busy.”
“Sorry, boss, but one of the ladies you wanted us to talk to is refusing to leave without seeing your woman.”
King sighed and looked down at me. “Hang on.” He put his face down to mine. “You wanna go back out there right now?”
Staring at him with wide eyes, I slowly shook my head. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe I was going straight to hell, but I wanted to finish what we started. Breathlessly, I stated, “I’ll talk to her on the radio.”
“Jack, she said she’ll talk to her on the radio. Hand it to her.” He nodded at me and held the mic up to my mouth. “Talk.”
“Hey.”
“Jesus, Jena, are you okay? What the hell is going on?” Ashley sounded freaked.
I cleared my throat. “Sorry, babe, I had a little issue in the hall with some asshole from the bar and King intervened. I haven’t seen him in a…” I trailed off. I hadn’t seen him since the night he stayed with me after Justin’s funeral. “A long time,” I finished. “I wanted to catch up.”
“King? As in the King that the bar is named after?” she asked.
“Yeah, babe.” Was I the only one who hadn’t known that?
“Okay, so you sure you don’t want a ride home? I can wait another hour or two if you wanna hang.”
My eyes drifted shut. Ashley was a damn good friend. “Thanks, Ash, but King is gonna take me home.”
There was a long pause. “Okay, but I want you to call me when you get there.”
“It’ll be late,” I hedged, knowing I probably wouldn’t walk through my door until dawn if King’s face was any indication of how the night was going to go.
“Okay, tomorrow morning before work.”
“I’ll do that,” I promised.
There was another pause. “Have some fun, Jena. You deserve it,” she murmured.
I had to clear my throat again. “Thanks, Ash. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?”
“Night.”
King took the radio out of my hand. “Jack?”
“Yeah, boss.”
“Any more problems tonight, you deal with. I’m unavailable.”
“No problem.”
I watched as King deliberately turned off the handset and set it back on the desk. I suddenly realized I was still bent over and started to rise.
His hand clamped over the back of my neck. “Did I say you could stand up?” he asked.
I froze. The mind numbing lust I experienced earlier had drained away and I was nowhere near as turned on. “King,” I murmured.
His eyes grew hot, like two black coals. “Don’t worry, darlin’. I won’t give it to you until you beg.”
Something inside me clenched at his words, even as my eyes narrowed. “I think I want to leave,” I snapped.
The crack of his hand meeting the bare skin of my ass filled the room and I flinched. It didn’t necessarily hurt, but it startled me. Unbelievably, it also made my muscles heat up and my clit throb, releasing the tension that had me tightly wound.
“No, you don’t,” he muttered. “You want me to eat you and fuck you, sugar, and I’m gonna do both of those things.”
I squirmed slightly at his words, the burning ache returning to my pussy. He was right. I wanted all of that and I wanted it from him.
He grinned and it was wicked. Using his grip on the back of my neck, he turned my head so I was looking straight down at the desk.
“Don’t move,” he demanded.
My chest moved quickly because I was panting and I felt my breasts pressing briefly against the cool wood of the desk. I sucked in a breath as his fingers curled around my underwear and yanked them down my legs, leaving me exposed.
Still, he didn’t touch me there. No, his hands moved to the hem of my sweater. He pulled it up and off of me, throwing it on the desk next to my head. Then the clasp of my bra released and he removed it too.
I remained bent over his desk wearing nothing but my skirt, thigh highs, and tall boots with a stiletto heel. He was fully clothed and I was beginning to feel a little self-conscious.
When I shifted slightly with the intention of straightening and getting the hell out of there, his hand smacked my ass again.
“I said, don’t move.”
I froze, my mind no longer on escape and stood as he positioned me. There was a rustle of fabric and my eyes flicked over to my left as his black t-shirt hit the desk next to my arm. Then I heard the clink of metal and the rasp of a zipper.
My breathing picked up even more as my heart pounded, and I whimpered as my nipples touched the sleek surface of the wood beneath me.
Suddenly, the naked heat of King’s body surrounded mine, his chest against my back, his hairy thighs alongside my smooth ones, and his long, hard cock pressing against my ass.
I jerked before collapsing back against the desk. When my fevered skin touched the cold polished surface, I made a sound in my throat that I didn’t recognize. It was part moan, part sob.
King’s hand fisted in the back of my hair, turning my head sideways to expose my neck. His mouth clamped down on the muscle where my throat and shoulder met, sucking hard, just as his free hand slid around my waist and down between my thighs.
Once again, without shame or a single thought, I tilted my hips back and spread my legs for him.
King growled against my throat as he slowly worked two fingers inside of me. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he muttered. “And so fucking wet. You like bein’ bent over my desk, don’t you darlin’?”
My only answer was a moan as his fingers inside me began to move.
He lifted me up slightly so that my chest was no longer pressed against the desk and I automatically braced my weight on my elbows, my entire concentration centered on the feel of his hand between my legs.
He released my hair and his other hand reached around my ribcage to cup my breast firmly. I shoved my hips back against his as his fingers clamped over my nipple and tugged hard.
“King!”
He chuckled against my ear before his teeth closed over the lobe. “You like that?” he asked.
“Yes!” I cried. His hand left my pussy and I moaned, “Don’t stop.”
“Hell no, darlin’. Just need a rubber.”
My entire body vibrated as his hand still gripped my breast, kneading my flesh. I heard a few rustling noises, then he was leaning over me again. Plastic ripped and his other hand disappeared from my body.
My heart raced as I lay against the wood, panting and waiting. I felt the tip of him prodding me and sucked in a breath right before he slammed inside me.
It had been eighteen months for me and he was big. Not huge, but big enough that it hurt.
I yelped, my hands scrabbling for purchase on the desk.
“Shit,” he growled, his hands gripping my hips tightly to hold me still when I tried to pull away.
After I stopped struggling, one of his hands disappeared. He must have licked his fingers because they were wet when they pressed into my clit. My muscles spasmed around him as he began to rub firmly in small circles. It felt good. No, it felt amazing.
Within a few seconds, my body was no longer tight and my hips were rocking against his in time with the stroke of his fingers.