In Wicked Chains (The Wicked) (6 page)

She whimpered, fingers curling around him.

“Yes,” he hissed. “Touch me like that.”

Mouth open, she grasped him with both hands, tugging, then caressing. He swelled, pre-cum dripping from his already-wet tip. Elina swiped a thumb over the head, her movements sure and steady. He didn’t want to think of whom she’d gotten the practice from. She stroked from the base of his cock to the tip and back, heat radiating from her smooth palm. Kingston placed both hands on his hips, flipped his braids over his shoulder and stared up at the ceiling. He recited the alphabet backwards and thought of football to stave off the freaking orgasm.

Three in the space of what, an hour? Damn.
He could hold his own in the bedroom, but until tonight he didn’t think he could go for more than three, and even, then he needed some time in between. With Elina he wanted to go and go and go, never stop, because that meant letting her go, losing the closeness of skin-on-skin contact. And
fuck
he needed skin contact with Elina.

Her movements stilled and he looked down at her. She appeared in another world, the expression on her face of aroused curiosity as she stared at his twitching cock in her palm.

“Taste me.”

Her gaze jerked to him. Even in the low light he made out the flush on her face, chest, and neck. Uncertainty flickered in her eyes. King sank his fingers in her hair.

“Taste me, Elina. Let me see you part those pouty lips and wrap them around me.”

She licked said lips on a moan. Kingston swallowed, hardening even more at the innocent gesture. She had no idea the effect she had on him, none. Everything about her screamed carnal innocence. He’d be the one to relieve her of that innocence tonight.

She leaned forward and he moved his other hand from his hip, using it to stroke his cock. Elina flicked her tongue out, licking off the bead of pre-cum. He hissed.

She groaned and did it again and again.

“Fuck.”

Fingers digging into his hip, she held him steady as she opened and swallowed him.

King bucked. “Christ. Christ.” Where the fuck had she learned to do that? All questions evaporated when she sucked him down, hard. Her lips formed a tight seal around him as she bobbed her head. Saliva slid down his length and into his pubes. Elina stroked him with her free hand, then cupped his heavy balls, rolling them in her palm.

“Shit, El!” He struggled with the rising orgasm, fighting to stay on his feet when his knees threatened to give out. “You’re making me come, El.”

Her movements sped up, nimble tongue flicking over his slit and the ridge on the underside.

“Fuck, El.” Sweat poured off his forehead and slid down his spine. The tingles at his nape and on his spine grew more intense. “If you don’t stop, I’m coming in your mouth,” he panted.

She whimpered.

Anticipation coiled in his belly. “I want to see you swallow me down. Every drop,” he rasped. The orgasm crashed over him in pulsing waves. Kingston cried out, rising up on his toes as he shot into Elina’s waiting mouth. She swallowed around him, but some creamy drops escaped, dripping down her chin.

“Every fucking drop. Let me see you swallow.”

She tipped her head up, eyes at half-mast, and swallowed in slow motion.
Mother fucker.
He wanted to pounce on her right there, fuck her into the mattress. Lock her in his basement for days while he used her body, her mouth.

One night.

Not fucking enough.

As he stared down at her, Elina wiped her chin with the back of her hand, then brushed her hair from her face, transferring his cum to her cheek and the tip of her nose. He dropped to his knees in an instant. Both hands on either sides of her face to hold her steady, he licked his seed off.

She shuddered. “King,” she spoke his name on a breathy sob.

Growling, he shoved his tongue into her mouth in a carnal kiss. She tasted of him, bitter and salt as she met him stroke for stroke. He treated her rough in that instant, deepening the kiss, all thoughts of gentleness fading away. She matched him in need and savagery, biting and nipping at him.

He’d always considered her untouchable, the wide eyes set in the pale round face. After all she’d been through, he expected to be treating her with kid gloves, but she tore that assumption away. Under all that quiet softness laid steel, all wrapped up in a sensuous package. He knew she’d be a marvel in bed, he just never allowed himself to hope he’d get the shot to find out.

Arms around his neck, she whispered, “I think we need a shower. And the bed.”

Shit.
He scrambled to his feet, bringing her with him. “Sorry.”

She shrugged. “I’m not complaining.”

King smoothed a finger down her cheek with a smile. “I know. Let me get some towels and we’ll take a shower. Sound good?”

She nodded.

He turned away from those gorgeous eyes and hurriedly grabbed two towels from the hallway closet. When he stepped back into the bedroom, Elina was already in the bathroom. He eyed her lean back and smooth backside through the open doorway as she fiddled with the shower settings. By the time he reached her side, she’d already figured out what to do and had the water running.

She stepped under the shower spray. He hung both their towels on the hook over the door and followed her in, crowding her when she would’ve moved away. “I’ll wash your back and you wash mine.” He winked and held up the bar of soap.

Tiny drops of water winked at him from her eyelids when she blinked. “I’m all for equal opportunity.”

King stared at her for a second, then burst out laughing. “Okay, you spend way too much time with my sister.”

She joined him in laughter. “Yeah, she’s rubbing off on me.”

He chuckled as he soaped her chest. Her hard nipples poked out at him when he glided the soap over her breasts and down her stomach. The muscles there contracted at his touch. He eyed the pulse at her throat, noting the speed pick up when he dipped below her navel.

“Open your legs.”

She complied without a word. King slid his soapy hand between her folds, lingering on her clit for brief moment before retreating.

“I like that you kept the little thatch of hair on your pussy.” He knelt and lathered her legs before getting back to his feet.

She coughed. “I, um. Yeah, I’ve never been bare down there, but I got waxed and the technician suggested leaving a little something.”

He turned her into the spray of the water. “Man or woman?”

“Huh?”

“The technician. Man or woman?” And really, what did it matter? Nothing, but hell, he wanted to know who else saw that pretty pussy.

“I…uh. Woman.”

He nodded.
Okay. Breathe. Breathe.
You don’t have any claims here.
“Come on,” he said gruffly. “Let me wash your hair.”

She turned around, giving him her back, and he grabbed his herbal shampoo off the caddy. He squeezed some of the stuff into his palm, then massaged it into her scalp.

She moaned.

His cock twitched.
Christ, will you calm the fuck down?

“Smells really good,” she murmured.

“Yeah, it’s a special blend of herbs and nutrients for my braids.”

“Smells good, like you.”

They grew quiet, only the running water and their heavy breaths filling the small space. His cock bobbed at half-mast between them, but he ignored the greedy bastard. “Rinse.”

She bent over, giving a great view of the crack of her ass as she washed the shampoo from her hair.

“It’s shampoo and conditioner in one, so you’re all set.”

She pushed her fingers through her dark strands, washing all traces of soap before she straightened and turned to him. “Thanks, I’m good. I went to the hair-dresser yesterday.”

He frowned. “Why’d you let me wash it then?”

“I wanted your hands on me. Any way, any how is fine by me.”

Christ
. She made it sound so simple, but those words resonated through him. He thought of all the women he’d been with. Had any of them been this honest, this open and eager? If they had, he couldn’t remember. Their actions hadn’t registered.

“Come here.”

She stepped into his arms and he took her lips, kissing her softly, trying to convey what he could never put into words. She parted her lips, tongue slipping inside, tasting him tasting her. Her arms wound around his waist, pulling him tighter into her body. He cupped her ass, lifted her. Those slim legs wrapped around him, her hot pussy pressing against his midsection.

Though his cock ached to be buried inside her again, he ignored all in favor of simply kissing Elina, feasting on her lips the way he’d yearned to for so long. He’d have gone on wanting, needing and yearning, watching from the sidelines as she moved on with her life without him. No way would he have made the first move like Elina did.

And still, after tonight, watching her move on would be ten times worse. This time he knew her touch, her taste. He knew the sounds she made when she reached orgasm. He knew the tight, velvet feel of her pussy.

King deepened the kiss, fear of letting go giving it a desperate edge. Elina moaned and went along for the ride, heat from her pussy leaving slick moisture on his belly. He tightened his hold and continued sipping from her lips, drinking in her flavor until she broke them apart.

“Want me to wash you…and your hair?”

He raised an eyebrow at her words, lips twitching when she bit her lip. “I’d like that.”

“Okay.” She slid down his body, taking all the heat with her.

She soaped him down and all over, first his front, then his back, lingering at his cock and his ass. Kingston clenched his fists at his sides or else he’d be grabbing her, pulling her back into his embrace.

Shit, when did I become so needy?
But he knew it was Elina.

After he rinsed his skin, she eyed him up and down critically. “I can’t reach your head like this, so you’ll have to get on your knees.”

He grinned. “I think you like me on my knees.”

“No. I love you on your knees.” She grinned back. Moving around, she shifted until his back was to the spray of water.

King dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around her waist. She upended the shampoo bottle and squeezed into directly into his hair. He pressed his forehead into the soft skin of her stomach as she massaged his hair, digging into his scalp.

“Ugh,” he moaned. “I should hire you to do this full time. You’re good at it.”

“I’m available to you anytime.” Her nails scraped his scalp, sending tingles running through him. “Anytime.”

He wanted to believe he heard more than he did in that statement, but he mentally shook his head at his imaginings. Elina was bold and forward enough to ask for whatever she wanted, therefore if she wanted more she’d ask.
Wouldn’t she?

She tugged in his braids. “Go rinse off.” He kissed her stomach and she tugged harder. “Hurry, King. I’m starting to get cold.”

Damn it, he was getting carried away again. How long had they been in here anyway? He got to his feet and quickly washed the soap from his hair under the cool water.

Finished, he turned to her. “I think we used all the hot water.”

“Yeah, I guessed as much.” She drew back the shower curtain. “C’mon, let’s get out.”

He followed her out, stopping to grab the towels. “Here.” He wrapped the fluffy red towel around her. “Let’s get into the bedroom. I’ll turn on the fire.”

They hurried to the bedroom where he switched on the electric fireplace, then handed Elina one of his t-shirts. She took it with a raised eyebrow, but quietly slipped it on.

“You can wear that until you’re ready to leave.”

She pursed her lips and nodded. “Okay.”

Kingston searched her face, looking for some sort of clue to her thoughts, but she closed down. Her expression grew completely unreadable.

“Are you hungry, thirsty? Can I get you anything at all?”

Her gaze flew to his. “I wonder…is this the way you treat your regular flings?” A bitter smile twisted her lips. “A spare t-shirt and an offer to feed them before you send them on their way?”

What the hell?
King narrowed his eyes. “My regular flings don’t get anywhere near my house, much less my bed.”

“Ah, so I’m special then.” She climbed onto the bed and pulled the blankets up to her waist. “I’ll take some water or orange juice if you have it.”

Kingston walked out the room.
What the hell just happened?

Chapter Five

Elina lay curled on her side, biting her lip, feigning sleep, when Kingston came back. She cursed herself over and over for her stupid words. He’d done nothing wrong, but she’d lashed out at him. All the openings she gave him to bring up the chance of having more of this, of them, and he didn’t take it.