In Wicked Chains (The Wicked) (5 page)

“Sorry.” His lips curved. “Are you okay? You look…pale.”

She nodded before he finished speaking. “Yeah, I’m fine.” Squinting up at him, she asked, “How do you want to do this?”

In answer he walked around the car and got in on the passenger side. “My place is closer.” He secured his seatbelt. “Drive.”

Hands shaking, throat dry, she pulled out of the parking lot. Kingston sat next to her clothed in black, his hair in its customary ponytail. His unique scent of patchouli teased her nostrils and she inhaled deeply. Her clit throbbed. She fidgeted as moisture flowed from her, soaking the crotch of her panties.

Elina bit her lip to hold back a moan. He hadn’t even touched her and already she was afire. He seemed unmoved by her presence, staring straight ahead into the night. She forced herself to concentrate on driving, tried to ignore the heat pouring from him, but had no luck.

“Focus.” His voice rumbled in the quiet space.

Her gaze flew to him, then back to the road. He didn’t even look at her when he spoke.

“I-I’m focused.”

“You’re not. I can feel your body vibrating from over here.” He shifted and though she wasn’t looking at him, she felt the heat of his eyes on her. “Deep breaths, Elina. You’ll get what you need soon enough.” Those velvet tones slid over her skin, trailing goose bumps and drawing shivers.

She did as he instructed, pulling more patchouli into her lungs. “What do you think I need?” All she needed was his touch.

He chuckled. “What don’t you need, Elina? When was the last time you got fucked? Not made love to, but fucked?”

She gulped as her entire body heated. “I’ve never been fucked.”

“I know that.” He tugged on her hair, not-so-gently. “You need it.”

“I need you,” she whispered. There was a hint of begging, but it was the truth.

“You have me, El. Any way you want me.”

“For a limited time.”

He dropped his hand and shifted away. “Yes.”

Eyes burning, she nodded. ‘Take your hair down.” She didn’t look at him anymore, but she knew he complied.

“Pull in here.”

She did as he asked, driving into the garage of a two-story home. After parking the car, he got out, then opened her door. She took his hand, his warm fingers curling around hers as she stepped out. He slammed the car door shut and pushed her against it, crowding her space.

Elina found herself trapped in his bottomless eyes as he stared her down. She didn’t dare breathe or think, waiting on his move.

He lifted a hand, fingers shifting through her hair as he leaned in. Her eyelids fluttered, but she wanted to see whatever he had in store. She didn’t anticipate the harsh tug on her hair, or his tongue sliding over her closed lips.

“Open for me, El,” he murmured.

She did. Opening wide, she granted him entry. He swooped in, sliding his tongue inside her mouth. Elina met his bold stroke with hers, moaning at the slight bitter taste of the beer he loved to drink. His hold on her tightened, fingers biting into her scalp as his groans blended with hers.

Elina reached up, plunging her hands into his hair, rocking into Kingston’s erection. He pressed against her, hips rolling, tongue thrusting. She dropped her hands to cup his ass, pulling him tighter into her as she undulated against him.

He planted a thigh between her legs, rubbing her pussy, the pressure painfully sweet on her clit. She tore her mouth away from Kingston’s, gulping air into her lungs. He dipped his head, teeth nipping her throat and shoulder. The fingers in her hair moved to her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples.

“Ugh. Ugh. King.”

He tore away her jacket. The piece of clothing fell to their feet as he pulled up her top and bra. She barely felt the cold air before his hot mouth closed over a rigid nipple, sucking and gently biting.

“Oh, God.” Her head fell back. Removing her hands from his ass, she brought them to the front. Her fingers fumbled as she unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. She tugged them off his hips and down until she had enough room to slip her hand inside. Teeth sinking into her bottom lip, Elina wrapped her palm around the heavy length and squeezed.

Kingston jerked. “Shit.”

“King, please.” She brushed a thumb over his slippery cock head.
“
Fuck me.”

He unzipped her jeans before she finished speaking and yanked them down. Elina watched him, his expression fierce. He wrapped his fingers around her ponytail and pulled hard.

“Turn around,” he rasped. Again, he didn’t wait. Using a hand on her shoulder, he spun her around. Jeans bundled around her knees, Elina almost lost her balance and planted her hands on the top of her car to steady herself. Breath caught in her throat, her body shook as she waited, but not for long.

Teeth sank into the tender flesh of her neck. She stiffened, thrust her ass back, and she felt him. His smooth hardness barely registered before he slammed into her pussy.

She screamed, nails scraping the top of the car as she tried holding on to the surface. Her knees bucked. King pulled out and slammed in again even harder.

Elina felt pain, then more pleasure.

Fire rushed through her veins. Tingles started at her nape and travelled down her spine as her pussy contracted, again and again. Her moans drowned out Kingston’s harsh breathing and the squishing of her soaked core.

“King. King.”

He covered her back with his front, pushing her body into the cold exterior of her car. “Yes,” he growled in her ear. “I’m fucking you, El.” He gripped her hips and thrust deep. “Is this what you wanted? Did you dream about this?”

“Ung.
Tan bueno
.” Every thrust of his hips punctuated her words. “It’s so much better. Better than I dreamed.”

He pinched her nipple, drawing another choked cry from her. “It gets better. Right now I want you to come. Come for me.” He dragged his hand from her chest to her pussy, caught her clit between thumb and forefinger, and pinched.

She jerked once, then screamed as orgasmic waves crashed over her, taking her down with it. Her nails clawed at the air, pussy clenching and unclenching. Behind her, she noted King’s muted shout as he emptied into her, creamy cum scalding her insides.

His arm around her middle was the only thing keeping her from sinking to the floor. Eyes squeezed shut, Elina fought for breath. Still inside her, King’s cock twitched every time her body spasmed. His heart thumped frantically at her back, his tongue slid into her ear.

“Let’s get inside, El. This motherfucker is just beginning.”

Chapter Four

Kingston grabbed Elina in a fireman’s hold and entered the house. She didn’t protest his handling. Her body lay limp in his arms.

Her scent wrapped around them, hardening him again. Gritting his teeth, he put her on her feet and turned on the light in the living room. She stared up at him, dark pupils dilated, cheeks flushed, jeans still around her knees as his cum slid down her thighs.

Kingston found nothing sexier than the potent mixture of innocence, shock, and post-orgasmic glow on her face. Mouth watering, he gestured to her.

“Get rid of the clothes.” He toed off his boots and jeans, then pulled off his North Face and sweater. When he looked up, she hadn’t moved. Those eyes were on him, shining as she ate away at her reddened bottom lip.

He went to her and dropped to his knees. She had the presence of mind to hold on to his shoulders as he lifted first one, then the other leg, slipping off her black ankle boots and finally the jeans. Her hand moved away from his shoulders and he peered up to see her tug the pink cashmere sweater over her head. The piece of clothing drifted past his head on its way to the floor.

She glanced down at him. Their eyes met, hers begging him for more. At least he hopped so, since his entire body wanted back into that tight, slippery cunt of hers. Kingston inserted a hand between her thighs.

“Wider.”

Elina parted her legs and he pressed his nose to her wet pussy, inhaling the potent mixture of his and her cum, rich and spicy. She trembled violently. He grinned and swiped his tongue over her clit.

She cried out, hands flying out to grab hold of his hair. He growled, fingers sinking into her ass cheeks as he pulled her closer to him, closer to his mouth and tongue.

“Argh!”

Elina rocked on his mouth, but he still didn’t have her the way he wanted. Kingston tore his mouth away and jumped to his feet. Grabbing her by the arm, he pulled her to the couch. She tumbled back on the cushions with help from a gentle push by him, and he sank again to his knees.

“Hold yourself open for me.” Need roughened his voice, made it deeper.

Lips parted, pulse beating visibly at the base of her throat, Elina did as commanded. She used the index and middle of both hands to pull back the dark outer lips of her pussy, exposing the petal pink softness hidden inside. Her hard clit protruded, quivering under his hungry gaze.

Kingston licked two fingers and screwed them into that tight hole.

Elina bucked, her pussy clamping down on him in painful waves. He hissed, pulled out, and thrust in again. She lifted her hips, widened her legs and fucked herself on his digits.

His gaze travelled up her writhing torso, to the tits bouncing with her movements, dark nipples pebbled, and up to her face. Her eyes were open, fixed intensely on him, watching him watch her. Kingston bent his head, gaze on her still, and licked away his cum sticking to the insides of her thighs.

Those brown eyes opened impossibly wider. He did it again, swiping his tongue on the insides of both her thighs, tasting the bitter salt of his cum as he fucked her with his fingers.

Her moans rang in his head. He used his free hand to release his cock from the confines of his jeans and palm it, bringing himself off to her aroused sounds and the feel of her tight pussy massaging his fingers. The nearness of his orgasm tingled on his nape and at the base of his spine. He wanted them to come together, so Kingston replaced his fingers with his stiffened tongue, plunging inside her slippery heat.

Tugging on his cock, he dipped into her again and again, fucking her with his tongue, loving her sugar and salt flavor.

“Oh, God. Oh, God.” She pulled his braids. “King. King.”

“Hmm.” He flicked her clit, then sank his teeth in, gently.

“King!” She reared up, screaming his name. He opened his mouth, sucking roughly as moisture gushed from her and tipped him over the edge. He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut as he came, flooding his hand.

He kept his mouth on her, drinking all she had to give. Her body spasmed and twitched, trembling legs curled around his neck and shoulders as he continued to eat at her sweetness. Purrs left Elina’s throat, but other than the tremors and occasional tug on his hair, she didn’t move.

Even though his knees hurt like hell, Kingston didn’t move either. He kept his eyes closed, one look into his eyes and she’d see all he felt, all he hid from her for so long.

I have to make it count and prepare myself to let her
go
. She gave no indication she wanted anything more than what they’d agreed to so he’d do his best to give her an unforgettable night.

He’d fuck her until she couldn’t stand, until any other man paled next to the memory of tonight, of him.

He mentally shook his head. It did no good to think like that. Elina deserved happiness and though he wished he could be the one to give it to her, he couldn’t. When she found the man who could, he’d grit his teeth and congratulate her, them.

“Kingston.”

He lifted his head, stared up at her eyes at half-mast. “Yeah, baby.” The endearment slipped out and he couldn’t call it back…even if he wanted to, which he didn’t.

Her lips curved. “Do you happen to own a bed?”

He barked a laugh. “I do.”

“Good.” Those chocolate brown eyes twinkled. She held out her hands. “Take me there.”

Upstairs in his bedroom, Kingston sat Elina down on the edge of the bed. She pushed her hair away from her face and looked around. He followed her gaze, trying to see his regular old bedroom through her eyes.

The walls of his suite were painted warm chocolate, and the dresser, bed frame and all other furniture in black lacquer. The gray throw on his armchair in the corner belonged to his adopted mother. His sister provided the heavy drapes and framed pictures of the Eiffel Tower and other notable landmarks that filled his house.

“It reflects you.” Elina looked up at him. “Dark.”

He grinned. “You think I’m dark?”

She shrugged naked shoulders. “I think maybe you want people to think you’re dark and foreboding, when you’re really—” She bit her lip and dipped her head.

Oh, no she didn’t get away that easy. King bent over her, hand at her nape and brought his lips to her ear. “When I’m really what, Elina?”

She shivered, tipping her head back. “Soft.” She met his gaze head on.

He laughed. “Soft?” He grabbed her hand. Bringing it to his crotch, he rocked into her open palm. “Do you feel that? What about me is soft, Elina? Hmm, tell me.”