Just Between Us (The Kings)
Just Between Us: Chapter 15

I knew envious,dagger-filled stares when I saw them. Royal’s presence commanded every room he entered, and the quirky dive bar he’d taken me to was no different. All night women had been soaking up his tattooed, bad-boy appearance. It didn’t bother me—he was hot as fuck. I couldn’t seem to get enough of his strong arms or the way his jeans stretched across his muscular thighs.

I had found it surprising that his gaze didn’t wander far from me. Despite the attention he drew, he focused on me while we laughed and danced along with the jukebox. The car ride back to Outtatowner was no different. I rolled my window down and turned the radio way up. Royal flew down the highway as my arms spread wide, and I belted out every song I knew. His eyes crinkled at the corners, and his deep, sensual chuckle filled the cab of his truck as I sang my heart out.

On that long, dark highway, I felt a sense of freedom I had never experienced. It felt too big to hold on to, and yet I found myself gripping it with both hands.

When the truck eased into town, he looked over and cocked an eyebrow. “My place?”

I bit back the grin that threatened to ruin what was left of my naturally cool, aloof demeanor. “Okay, sure.”

Royal shook his head and chuckled like he’d known all along we would end up at his place. When we reached his driveway, the air in the truck went thick with anticipation. Sure, our date had been playful and freeing, but I knew what lay beyond his front door.

Inside that house, I was his.

He parked, rounded the hood of the truck, and pulled open the passenger door. When he held out his hand, I slipped mine into it as he helped me down. The closer we got to his front door, the faster my heart beat. Still holding my hand, Royal dug his keys from his pocket.

A nervous laugh escaped me.

His hand tugged me closer as he moved in and nipped the thin skin just beneath my ear. “Don’t be nervous.”

I took a deep, cleansing breath as the front door swung open. Last time I had been inside, we had made it only as far as the entryway. Tonight I took my time looking at where Royal lived. The house was tidy and unassuming. It screamed bachelor pad and lacked the cozy charm of the cottage-inspired exterior. The open concept gave me a full view of the kitchen island and bright cabinets. On the opposite end was a couch, coffee table, and two chairs. My eyes flicked to the ring light, tucked into the corner of the living room, and a spark of recognition danced in my stomach.

Royal walked in and tossed his keys on the kitchen island before moving to the cabinet by the sink. “Can I get you something to drink?”

My head still buzzed from the beers I’d had at the bar. “Ice water, maybe?”

He poured two glasses and slid one toward me. “Make yourself at home.” Royal moved close, his palm cradling my face. I leaned into him, hoping he might finally kiss me. “I’ll be back in a minute,” he said.

The sensation of his fingertips against my skin blazed a fire in their wake. My head was spinning. I gulped down the cold water and surveyed my appearance in his absence. With my hair smoothed and boobs scooped to attention, I slipped off my heels and waited.

My heartbeat ticked upward when he appeared from the darkened hallway. He’d stripped off his shirt, revealing his muscular, inked chest. His jeans were unbuttoned, and the small trail of soft hair disappeared below the waistband.

I licked my lips and folded my hands in front of me. I didn’t know what he expected. I was well aware that the whole point of our arrangement was for me to let go of the control, but it was still new and unfamiliar territory.

He stepped in front of me, his warm brown eyes meeting mine. A smirk drew up his lip. “I can tell you’re dying to say something, so just say it.”

God, he could read me so well.

It would have been annoying had it not been incredibly hot.

In front of him, I felt shy. Demure, almost. It was wholly surreal, but I just went with it. My voice was soft as I gathered the courage to ask, “Are you going to have sex with me?”

He looked at me with softness as his hands ran up and down my bare arms. My chest pinched and I did my best to ignore it. “You’re going to do exactly what I tell you.”

The ache inside me fluttered. “Yes, sir.”

I realized that calling Royal sir was entirely different from using the word as a sign of respect in the business world. With him, it was a power exchange—an affirmation of trust and mutual understanding.

It was safety in a single syllable.

Royal moved closer. His lips found my neck, and my head tipped back. His mouth was soft. His tongue hot and wet. The scrape of his teeth against my lip sent shivers racing down my back and straight between my legs.

“Tell me one thing you want.” His gravelly voice vibrated through me.

His hips pushed forward, and my hand found his hard cock straining against the denim of his unbuttoned jeans.

“You know what I want.” It took effort to not let the words slip out in a whine.

“Tell me,” he demanded.

I palmed his length and squeezed. “This.” I pressed my hips forward, desperately trying to feel friction between my legs.

Royal’s fingers laced through my hair. He was tender and commanding, and I went pliant at his touch. “You’ve been taunting me with your perfect tits all night.”

A sensual part of me reveled in the fact that he had appreciated the dress I’d chosen to wear for him. My pussy ached with need.

My lower lip slipped between my teeth as I looked up at him.

His hands moved down my neck and across my chest. The swell of my breasts spilled out over the neckline of my sundress, and he raked his fingertips across them. “I’ll make sure we both get what we need.”

Royal guided me into the living room and toward the couch. He gathered the hemline of my sundress, taking his time to drag his fingertips across the skin of my inner thigh as he lifted the dress over my head. Goose bumps erupted across my legs as the cool air hit my skin.

I stood in front of him in only my underwear, and he grunted in appreciation. His hand slid between my legs, wedging my underwear between my pussy lips. “You’re already soaked, Precious.”

He didn’t need to tell me. I was well aware of the liquid heat pooling between my thighs.

Royal reached behind him, dragging a pillow from the couch and dropping it on the ground beside me. “On your knees.”

My eyes locked with his. I followed his command and lowered myself to my knees in front of him. His hand caressed my face before he drew down the zipper to his jeans. His cock jutted from his trim, tattooed body. Nearly every inch of him was covered with ink, and I wanted to explore every single design. I licked my lips, imagining my mouth running over every tattoo and committing his taste to memory.

Royal fisted his cock. “You’ve always been a beautiful woman, but you’re fucking gorgeous on your knees.”

My nipples peaked into points, and I pinched them between my fingers, pressing my breasts together as I looked up at him. Royal stroked his cock with a hard pump. He reached into the pocket of his jeans, then pulled out a small bottle of lubricant and tossed it onto the couch.

He pushed his jeans down to the floor and stepped from them.

I looked up at him, taking in his massive form and muscular cut. My eyes danced over the tattoos that covered his skin. I paused on his thigh when I saw a little black cat with bright-green eyes tossing a grumpy look over her shoulder. My eyes flicked upward to replace him smirking.

“What’s that one?” I asked.

“A reminder.” His voice was husky and deep. “I told you a black cat was my favorite, didn’t I?”

Desire spiraled higher as the implication of his words sank in. He’d done that tattoo for me. He’d branded his skin for me.

Royal gripped his cock as I stared up at him in disbelief. “Do you want to feel how much of my cock you can take before you gag?”

Holy shit.

My knees wobbled. No one had ever spoken to me like that, and desire thrummed from my ears to my toes.

I mustered up the confidence and nodded. “Yes, sir.”

He lowered himself to the edge of the couch. “I want that, too, but if you want a taste, it’s going to be your mouth teasing the head of my cock while I fuck those perky little tits.”

I had never been the type to back down from a challenge. I stared at his long, veiny cock with determination. “I can do that.”

His laugh rumbled in the darkness. “Get closer.”

Butterflies rattled in my stomach as I inched forward. Royal squeezed a dollop of lube onto his fingertips. Reaching forward, he painted the skin between my breasts with the liquid before using the rest to stroke his length.

This was a first for me, and I wasn’t exactly sure what I was doing, but it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out the basics. Leaning over his lap, I pushed my boobs together and slid my breasts down over the head of his cock. Royal groaned, and his head dropped back against the couch.

I could feel his cock pulse as I moved up and down over his shaft. I sneaked a glance at his face and smiled. His head was back, Adam’s apple prominent as he enjoyed how my body could make him feel. My confidence skyrocketed. His hips thrust upward, silently commanding me. I used my thighs and the angle to move slowly and deeply, sliding him between my breasts as I held them together.

From that position, I could set the pace. I was in control, and I wondered whether that was on purpose. He knew it took a lot for me to be able to fully let go, and this was a step in following his orders while still feeling completely comfortable.

As I sank onto him, I dipped my head, swiping my tongue across the swollen head and tasting the drop of precum that had seeped out. He hissed and the sound spurred me forward. Royal’s eyes locked with mine, and I had never felt more beautiful, more appreciated.

Arousal coursed through me, and I ached to be touched and licked and filled.

“Fuck.” His deep voice was barely a whisper as I continued to stroke his cock between my breasts.

His hands were clenched into fists beside him, and I had never felt more powerful. I never once expected that power to come from being on my knees.

“I’m going to come,” he ground out.

“Yes,” I whispered. “I want it.”

His jaw was clenched and his eyes ablaze as he stared at me. “Tell me,” he demanded. “Tell me where you want me to mark you with my cum.”

Royal stood, fisting his cock. My jaw dropped open as I sat back on my heels and looked up at him. He was a warrior—a tattooed god—and I was his sacrifice.

My hands pushed my tits higher as my head sank back. “Here. I want it on me.”

Royal’s free hand tugged at the back of my head as he pulled me closer. His abs flexed and his body went still. His cock throbbed and twitched. Hot ropes of his release hit my chest, dripping down and off the tips of my hard nipples. One shot swiped across my chin and cheek.

Royal’s breaths were ragged as he finished and gently cradled my head. His fingers traced the line where his orgasm had painted me. He rubbed his release across my chest, thoroughly marking me. I reveled in being claimed as his.

Royal’s eyes shone with affection as he looked down at me, and I knew I had done a good job.

My tongue swept out over my bottom lip, tasting his salty release. I ran a fingertip over my chin and giggled. “You missed,” I teased.

He grunted and smiled. “You make me lose my focus.”

Still hard, Royal leaned down to gather me in his arms and lift me to my feet. His face was inches from mine as he held my stare.

“I’m a mess.” I giggled, all too aware of the cum on my face and neck.

“You’re perfect.” Royal leaned in, uncaring of the fact his release was still coating my mouth. His lips were soft and consuming. His tongue swept over my lower lip before he sucked it into his mouth.

The kiss was sensual and filthy and everything I never knew I wanted.

More.

My body screamed for more. For him.

I withered with disappointment when his arms released me. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” One fingertip ran down my neck and swirled into the mess we had made.

“But . . .” My brow furrowed, and I planted my hands on my hips with a scowl.

Royal took in my pout and laughed. “Relax, Precious. We’ve got all night, and I have plans for you.”

I didn’t even bother fighting him anymore. I waited for the shame or regret to consume me, but it never came. Somehow I liked when he took control and made all the decisions. As he walked toward the back of his house, I followed and smiled.