Just This Once (The Kings)

That goddamn woman made me lose every ounce of control. My mouth took hers, hot and savage. The whimper that escaped her throat only stoked the fire inside me as my tongue swept inside her mouth.

Hours sitting across from her at trivia night were pure torture. Anytime she wasn’t looking, I was staring at her. My head knew it was a mistake to even think about Emily Ward, but just being in her presence was like a shot to the chest.

I couldn’t think straight around her, and it pissed me off. I poured that anger and frustration into my kiss. Days—weeks—of pent-up frustration overwhelmed me. My hands roamed over her clothing. My head reared back, and heat coursed through me when I realized she wasn’t wearing a bra beneath her silky top.

A sultry smirk flashed across her face as she licked her lip. A growl ripped through me, and I swiped a hand across the workbench, sending wood blocks and tools clattering to the ground. I gripped her hips, hauling her on top of the wooden surface.

My lips pressed against her neck, nipping and licking at her hammering pulse point. Her legs wrapped around me, digging her boots into my back and pressing me into her. I palmed her ass and ran a hand down the outside of her thigh.

I straightened, leveling with her. “Are we really doing this?” My thumbs strummed her hard nipples beneath her silky top.

She was breathless and keyed up. A hot flush crept across her cheeks and neck. “Yes. You can hate-fuck me if that’s what you’re asking.”

My brows knit together. “Hate?” My palm ran down the column of her neck and gave it a testing squeeze, and her hips bucked forward. “Can’t we just call it strong dislike fucking?”

Her breath hitched as her leg inched higher up my back. “I don’t give a shit what you call it, just fuck me.”

I leaned forward to growl in her ear. “Only if you say please, Prim. You know I like it when you beg for my cock.” I nipped at her earlobe, earning me a small yip.

She reached between us, palming my erection through my jeans. “Oh my god, please. Please. I need you to fuck me.”

I towered over her, standing tall to reach behind my head and pull my shirt off. Her nails raked down my chest. Her sandy-blonde hair fell over one eye as her hungry gaze roamed over my bare chest. Her cardigan had slipped off her shoulders and hung around her elbows. The dainty straps of her top looked thin enough to break, and I resisted the urge to slip a finger beneath one and tug.

Instead, I grabbed two handfuls of ass and hauled her against me. Her arms looped around my shoulders. Swiveling, I shifted toward the unfinished table at the center of my workshop. The freshly sanded surface would be gentler on her skin and give me ample room to worship her for as long as I wanted.

I was overwhelmed by her. Our hands tore at clothing—I pulled off her boots; she yanked at the button of my jeans; I peeled hers down her thighs. When we were both naked, my hand skated across her smooth skin. She braced her arms behind her, baring every inch to me. I moved my mouth down her throat. She tipped her head and sighed when I sucked the hollow of her collarbone.

Emily reached between us, gripping my hard cock in her hands. My dick pulsed, and she purred, sliding her fingers across the rows of piercings. She rubbed her thumb over the tip, and I groaned.

“I like this,” she whispered as her fingertips skated over each barbell on the underside of my cock. “Is it for you or for me?”

I glanced down, giving her a smug look. “Both.” Her gaze was locked on me as I continued: “There’s increased sensation for me, sure. But the real treat is watching your pussy struggle to take all of me and still feeding you another inch.”

“Jesus, fuck.” Her hips bucked and her head lolled as I slipped my hand between her thighs. I caressed her with soft, gentle strokes but didn’t enter her. Not yet.

Emily rocked her hips over my hand and whimpered. Her sex glistened, primed and waiting for me to fuck her. I slid one finger inside her and pressed the heel of my hand against her clit. She leaned back, bracing herself on her elbows as I slipped another finger in. My dick throbbed at the sight of Emily sprawled across my table while I finger-fucked her.

I ached to be inside her. “Don’t. Move.” My eyes flashed a warning as I slipped my fingers from her and tortured myself with a taste.

Thankfully, she listened and stayed where she was while I strode to my truck to dig a condom out from the glove box. I’d stashed a few there after I’d almost lost control and nearly railed her against the car in her parents’ driveway.

Still sprawled for me, she watched as I rolled the condom down my length. She was breathless and waiting. “It’s annoying how fucking hot you are.”

I panted as I took in the view of her. “How do you think I feel? I’m risking everything because I can’t stay the fuck away from you.”

Tension bunched in my back. I was going to die if I didn’t bury myself inside her. Gripping my dick, I gave myself a few hard tugs to release some of the tension. She opened her knees wider.

My eyes flicked up to hers. “Don’t tease me, Prim.”

I lowered my mouth to her breast, teasing her with my tongue. My other hand dragged my cock against her spread legs, teasing her entrance. I sucked and gently used my teeth to torment her. Her arms trembled.

I pressed the head of my cock against her opening.

“Whip. Please.” Her thighs clenched, begging for more.

I slid the head of my cock into her tight, wet cunt and paused. My breath hissed through my teeth as a shock wave coursed through me. Heat gathered in my spine. My body screamed to thrust deep and rail her fast and hard and angry.

Instead, I stilled and watched her stretch around me. “Jesus, this has never felt better. More?”

She swallowed hard and nodded. I gave her another inch, slipping the first set of barbells inside her. Her hips shifted upward, begging for even more of me. I dragged out, torturously slow before going deeper.

“Yes. Yes,” she panted. “That’s what I needed.”

I gripped the base of my cock, willing myself not to come too quickly. “That’s not even half, Prim. You need to relax so I can stuff you full. I need to go deeper.” The rope of my control was fraying at the ends. I gritted my teeth as her pussy clenched and stretched around me. “You can take it.”

Her breath hitched as her knees widened. She moaned and relaxed enough for me to feed her another inch. “Good fucking girl.” I massaged her thigh as I eased the rest of the way inside her. I paused when I was buried to the hilt. “Fuck, Em.”

“I’m so full. Holy shit.”

Still gripping her thigh, I shifted my hips. Her body tightened before she began to relax. Her jaw hung open, and I could envision her just like this—sprawled open as I painted her pretty mouth and tits with my cum.

“I need to move, baby. Are you okay?” My hands moved delicately over her breasts and stomach. I used my fingers to tease her clit and feel where she stretched around me.

Her pussy throbbed. “Yes. Are you?”

“God, you feel so good.”

Emily rocked her hips, and a wicked grin flashed across her face. Gone was the prim little librarian, and in her place was a sexy little tease who was begging to be fucked. A switch flipped inside me, and my body roared to life.

I surged forward, pressing my cock as deep as it would go, and covered her body with mine. I pinned her with my hips and grabbed her wrists, planting them above her head.

I drove into her with deep, powerful thrusts. I let her sharp intakes of breath and the grind of her hips guide my pace. I was rough and commanding, but she met me stroke for stroke.

Heat and tension built at the base of my spine. Fucking her hard and watching as her tits bounced in time was pure torture. I ground the base of my cock against her clit and felt her entire body tense. She tugged to free her arms, but I held them firmly in place. Her pussy was a vise around my cock, and my vision blurred with heat and intensity.

Then I felt it.

Deep and rhythmic pulses around my cock as her orgasm broke free. I let go of one wrist and pinched a nipple between my fingers, rolling and tugging every drop from her. She swore, cried out, and cursed my name. My name on her lips was all it took, and my cock thickened and pulsed. Two more hard pumps and I was exploding inside her. My entire body quivered as she milked every last drop from me. My hands slid over warm, sweat-slicked skin.

Emily hummed and went limp beneath me. Sweaty strands of hair clung to her forehead. My still-hard cock could have stayed buried in her for an eternity, but I gripped myself at the base around the condom and slowly slipped from inside her.

She exhaled and rested the back of her hand against her forehead. “What the hell was that?”

I chuckled and moved to grab some shop towels to clean her up. “Hate fucking, I guess.”

Wobbly, she propped herself up, unashamed of her own nakedness. “Told you it was hot.”

Charmed, I surged forward, gripping the back of her neck and kissing her swollen lips. I didn’t have it in me to say it definitely was not hate fucking. Instead, I helped her clean up and disposed of the condom before redressing.

As I slipped my shirt over my head, I looked around the shop. It was a total disaster. I sighed and raked a hand through my hair. On the table, in a light coating of sawdust, was Emily’s ass print.

Her gaze followed mine, and her sharp peal of laughter filled the garage. “Oh my god.” She laughed again and moved toward the table, hand lifted.

I caught her wrist. “Don’t you fucking dare.” I smirked down at the perfect peach-shaped mark. “That stays.”

“Ugh. Why are you so in love with me?” She chuckled and rolled her eyes before shaking out her discarded cardigan. “I guess the sex was worth it after all,” she teased.

My mouth went dry, and a lump formed in my throat. There was no universe in which I was allowed to fall for Emily Ward, but her words were a punch to my chest. Sure, she was hilarious and strong willed and the best lay of my life, but love? No fucking way. Not in this lifetime.

I looked at her with all the sincerity I could muster. She deserved to know it. “You’re worth it, Prim.”

Emily blushed and turned from me as though my words were too much, too soon. She stood at the threshold of the open garage door and looked out into the rain. Her hair was mussed, and her feet were bare, but there was no denying that she was the prettiest woman I’d ever seen.

She peered into the blackness as sheets of rain poured down. “I think this storm is here to stay.”

I hadn’t even noticed the flashes of lightning and low rumble of thunder in the distance. I had been too consumed with her.

I dragged a hand across my scruff. “Looks like it.”

Her hand delicately rested on the bed of my truck. “I’m too keyed up to go back and figure out what’s wrong with my car. Want to hang out for a while?”

I considered her proposition. “Hang out. Like . . . friends?”

Her laughter rang out. “Well, I don’t know what kind of friends you have, but I’ve never done that with any of my friends.” She circled her finger toward the table.

I grinned. “Fair enough.”

“You know what I’ve always wanted to do?” She tipped her head in thought.

“What’s that?”

“Sit in the back of a truck bed and look at the stars. Like in the movies.”

I smiled at how in a matter of moments she could shift from intoxicating sex kitten to irresistibly cute. “I don’t think you’re going to see any stars tonight, but hang tight.”

I quickly moved to the metal locker on the side of the garage and pulled out a large wool blanket. After removing the car battery jumper, I carefully laid the blanket in the back of my truck.

I tapped the bed twice with my hand. “Load up.”noveldrama

In a surprising and swift movement, Emily planted one foot on the tire of my truck and maneuvered herself into the truck bed, settling her back against the cab. I grabbed a second blanket for her legs on the off chance the rain made her chilly. Then I climbed in and sat beside her.

Her arm rested against mine, and she made no attempt to scoot away. I relaxed and watched the storm roll in. With Emily at my side, I felt good.

Too good.

And I didn’t know what the hell to do about that.