Shameless King
Page 20
“Hey, we almost won.”
I licked my lips and leaned in close to him, almost pressing my lips against his ear.
“Take me to bed.” His eyes turned into liquid desire, and I was ready to ride the wave all night long.
“You only have to tell me once.” He grabbed my hand and practically dragged me up the steps to his bedroom, not giving a second look to anyone trying to high-five him or congratulate him along the way. I couldn’t blame him. My body hummed in anticipation of his touch.
The door slammed shut behind him with the throbbing of the bass vibrating the floor. And it was like we were both wearing clothes made of asbestos. We needed them off. Now.
Stripping each other, I ran my hands along his face. Our tongues danced, and our lips smashed together. It was a tipsy, teeth-clinking, sweaty-body-groping, moaning, and writhing kind of foreplay.
The wet sounds of our mouth and the frustrated groans of us getting caught up in our clothes as we tried to rip them off were the only ones in the room. He backed me up, using his body just like he did on the ice, to control a situation.
With a gentle push he tipped me over onto the bed and climbed on top of me. I craved his touch like an addict, and I didn’t care how I’d handle withdrawal. But I needed him pressed against me and inside me now.
26
Declan
The plaintive and naked way Mak asked me to take her to bed nearly made me cause a scene right there on the beer pong table. The couple beers had loosened her up, but it was more than that. I don’t know why it took me so long to tell her she was my girlfriend.
In my head that’s what we were doing all along. It had been inevitable from that first night her lips touched mine. Hell, it had probably been inevitable since that first night in her study room. I’d never even thought about being with anyone else. There was never enough time, and hockey always came first, but with Mak it was right. Even seeing Archer on the other side of the glass with his eyes boring into mine hadn’t made a dent when I knew she was out in the stands for me. She unlocked something in me I hadn’t been able to unlock myself. I could skate for her, and nothing else mattered. She was everything.
The dim light from my desk gave the room a subtle glow. I was tempted to turn on all the lights so I could see every inch of her, not miss a thing.
The way her voice got husky but honeyed at the same time when she wanted me made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. She was the one I’d never counted on. All our bickering and snarky comments, the way the energy between us hummed—it had always been leading to this.
Every time my hands were on her, I discovered a new way to love her. My body jolted as it dawned on me. Staring at her in the bed on her knees, waiting for me, I loved her. Not just there, but everywhere and in any way she’d have me.
“Do I have to come over there and get you, or are you going to give us what we both want?” Her chest rose and fell, those dusky nipples tight and calling out for my mouth. Drinking her in, I wanted everything all at once. Have my cake and eat it too.
“Are you sure you want this, babe?” I stroked my cock, and her eyes zeroed in on my hand moving up and down my shaft. She licked her lips, and I groaned. “Are you wet for me?”
She slid her hands down her stomach and dipped her fingers inside herself, moaning as she did. My knees nearly buckled as I watched my girl touching herself. Letting go of my cock before I exploded, I stepped to the end of the bed. The driving need to get inside her hot little pussy made me light-headed.
Crawling on top of her, I stared down at her afraid to blink. Like this would all be some fever dream and I wasn’t back on the team, she still hated my guts, and I’d never actually felt her wrapped around me. She was more beautiful than anything I’d experienced before. Our hands roamed all over each other. It was second to no other feeling, not even slapping in another goal at the buzzer to win another game that season. Not even that.
Rolling her nipple between my fingers, I dipped my head, trailing my tongue along the curve of her neck as her back arched off the bed.
“Declan…” Her raspy, needy cry made a drop of precum leak out of my head. She reached down between us and stroked my hard-on, sending a shudder down my spine. Things were going to be short and sweet this time. Her moans made me want to bury my head between her legs until she screamed so loud we were both deaf, but that would have to wait.
“I’ve got you.” Fumbling around in the drawer beside my bed, I grabbed the condoms. Sliding one on, I lifted her legs and rested them against my chest. “Are you sure you’re ready? Is that pussy ready for me?” Dropping a hand, I slid my two fingers inside, and she let out a strangled cry, lifting her hips off the bed.
“Fuck, you’re soaking wet, Books.” Her liquid heat coated my fingers as her pussy clenched like she never wanted them to leave. I pumped them into her, and her breath caught. She made a mewling sound as her head thrashed from side to side. Her hair clung to her forehead and was plastered to her neck.
“More.” She opened her eyes and stared into mine, her desire building and connecting us as the thin line of restraint I had finally snapped. “Declan, I need you.”
Kissing her sleek, smooth calves, I lined myself up with her. Spreading her wetness around, I pressed into her. The fit was always tight almost painful. Every time. The kind of pain you got when something was too good. So overwhelming you wanted to bask in the feeling forever. That was her. She was it for me.
I sucked in a sharp breath as I leaned back. She urged me forward, trying to angle her hips to get me inside. Grabbing my cock, I pushed my head in, gritting my teeth. Her body went rigid before she cried out for more. I slammed into her, driving my cock in to the hilt and giving us both exactly what we wanted.
Her fist-like grip on me made me clench my jaw tight. I groaned as I basked in the intense pleasure so good I could barely breathe. Her legs shook against my chest, and my name became a chant falling from her lips.
I kept my arm wrapped around her legs, and she used her body to try pushing me in deeper. Leaning forward, I sat up on my knees, and she screamed my name. The thumping beats of the music downstairs drowned it out. But I didn’t care if it didn’t, hearing my name on her lips was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard. I wanted it daily. Fuck that, every hour on the hour.
“I’ve got just what you want.” Spreading her legs, I dropped down on top of her and ground my body against her. Our hips worked in unison to bring us to the place where we both forgot our names and nothing else mattered but how good everything felt.
She grabbed the side of my face, pushing her hot, wet tongue into my mouth. Her taste made me wild. Her mouth was sin, her pussy was bliss, and her body was everything I should have been warned about. Addiction was real when it came to her. I slammed my hips down as she lifted hers. Our bodies moved in frantic unison, trying to see who could make the other come first. I was determined not to win. To watch her come apart in front of me as I lost myself in her one more time.
The hot, wet slapping of our bodies trying to meld together filled the air over the driving music downstairs. Our movement was in time to the beat, getting closer to the bass drop and our explosion. Her moans and cries matched mine.
The headboard slammed against the wall, and I held onto it for extra leverage, leaning forward and pushing her hips higher.
Her eyes were pools of need and a fine sheen of sweat on her skin that matched my own. The vise grip she had on my cock made me grit my teeth. Her pussy clenched around me and nearly sent me over the edge. With the new angle her cries changed, and I glanced down to make sure she was okay.
“Don’t you dare stop! Touch—” A gasp broke free from her, and she cried out before licking her lips. “Rub my clit.”
So open in bed. Ready to tell me what she needed. I reveled in the fact that I got her to drop her walls and be free when we were like this. Never one to let my girl down, I reached between us and gave her soft, tight nub a stroke with my thumb.
A rush of wetness coated my cock and thighs and her pussy got even tighter, the silky prison threatening to milk the come out of me as she shuddered and moaned, riding out the wave of her orgasm. I’d never seen or felt anything hotter in my life.
She trembled under me and wrapped her arms around my back, pressing her full breasts against me. Picking up my pace, I drove into her with abandon and pressed my lips to hers as every muscle in my legs seized up.
I yelled her name, the tightness in my back overwhelmed my whole body as she turned me inside out. Grinding myself against her like I was trying to leave a permanent impression of my dick inside her, I shook and came into the condom. The muscles in my body slowly uncoiled, and I tried to catch my breath. She wrecked me.
My arms collapsed, and I fell to the side to keep most of my weight off her. My chest rose and fell, and I felt like I’d been doing drills out on the ice for the past hour.
Her hand stroked a lazy path down my back as we both tried to get our breathing under control. Hopping up, I got rid of the condom. I climbed back into bed and trailed my fingers along her hips. Small circular scars I hadn’t noticed before were dotted there.
I ran my hands over the spot, the extra smooth skin even softer than the rest of her. She snuggled in closer against my chest. That swell of emotions at having her in my arms, of her being my girlfriend made my head swim, and it wasn’t just the booze.
“What time is it?” Her warm breath fanned across the sweat on my chest, giving me goose bumps. I leaned over and dragged the blanket over top of us, tucking it in behind her. The heat pouring off our bodies cooled, and the chilly temperature from the November air crept into the room.
I squinted to get a good look at my clock on the desk across the room, but I couldn’t see it. Exhaustion, drunkenness, and a sexual coma had apparently stolen my vision.
“I don’t know. Not too late. It’s fine.” We lay wrapped in one another, content and worn-out. I’d never felt this way after sex before with anyone other than Mak. Every time I learned something new about her body. A new thing she liked and something else I couldn’t wait to try next time. I’d never get tired of showing her how good things would be between us and how much better they’d be the next time.
I trailed my fingers down her spine, sliding along the slight sheen of sweat covering her. She shivered and tucked in tighter against me. Breathing her in, I sunk deeper into the bed and buried my nose in her neck. She smelled like the library and a field full of strawberries. Like sitting out on the lawn reading a book under a tree with a tall glass of lemonade on a warm spring afternoon.
The party downstairs was winding down, so the bass wasn’t shaking the floor as much. Some laughter punched through the quiet cocoon we’d created for ourselves snuggled up in my bed. Her head dipped, and her body relaxed, and then her eyes shot open, gazing up into mine.
“Can you set an alarm? I want to make sure I’m up early.” She yawned, and I tapped the tip of her nose.
“Don’t worry. I’ll wake you up.”
Nodding and snuggling in tighter, her hands slid under my arms and wrapped around me. I smiled at her gentle snores and the way her body wrapped around mine like I was a vine she was trying to climb. She threw her legs over mine in her sleep, and I ran my hand down over her hair. My fingers glided through her strands as I cradled her to my chest.
Her heart beat soft and steady as she slept. Craning my neck, I searched for my phone. I knew I should get up and grab some water for Mak and for me, but I didn’t want to leave her warm embrace. I gave up looking for the phone when I couldn’t see it from the bed.
It would be fine. It couldn’t be that late. We’d wake up and turn in the paper together in the morning. My eyelids were heavy, and I savored her body against mine.
This was how it should always be…
27
Makenna
A groggy fog in my head made it hard to get my bearings, not to mention the massive arm across my chest. I tensed for a second before everything came rushing back to me from the night before. A flutter in my stomach and a smile spread across my face as I retraced my steps from the day before.
Declan winning his game. The party and the way I’d asked him to take me to bed. My cheeks heated, and I hoped no one had heard me, but from the way he nearly bowled people over to get us upstairs, I don’t think there was any question about what was said. Then there was the sex, although somehow that felt like an inadequate word for how we’d attacked each other’s bodies only a few hours ago.
The room was still almost pitch-black with his heavy curtains drawn, but there was a peek of light streaming under his bedroom door. The night’s drinks caught up to me, and I slid out of the bed. Grabbing his boxers and a t-shirt off the floor, I cracked open his bedroom door.
Squeezing my eyes shut against the blinding light out in the hall, I peered outside. The house was quiet, and the coast was clear. I tiptoed to the bathroom. I’d take a morning-after face-off with Heath in the hallway over peeing myself in the middle of Declan’s room.
Finishing up the morning business, I dragged my fingers through my hair. Well, I tried to. It was a nest on top of my head. Any second two birds would fly in through the window and begin feeding worms to their little hatchlings nestled safely in my hair. Running some cool water over my face, I tried to get ahold of the throbbing as my brain punished me for last night’s fun.
Glancing out the bathroom window, my stomach plummeted, and my fingers wrapped tightly around the porcelain sink. It was way brighter than it should be for early morning.
The long streaks of sun streamed through the glass. I got that watery mouth feeling, but it didn’t have anything to do with the drinks from last night—well, maybe a little.
Like everything was moving in slow motion, I raced into Declan’s room. The door slammed against the wall as I scoured the floor, looking for my phone. He groaned and rolled over.
It was halfway kicked under the bed. Snatching it up off the floor, my hands trembled as I turned it on. The battery was almost dead, and the time flashed on the screen. A strangled sound burst out of my chest, and I covered my mouth, trying not to hyperventilate: 12:05 p.m.
“No!” I shouted without meaning to. Declan shot up in bed and pressed his hands into his temples.
“Mak, what’s going on?” His voice was sleepy and pained.
“It’s after noon, Declan. What are we going to do?” My heart thumped against my ribs, and the bile churned in my stomach. I searched the floor for my clothes. Why had I stayed out? Why hadn’t I just gone home?
I grabbed my jeans from under his desk chair as my world spiraled out of control. If we didn’t turn in the final, the best grade we could get was a B-. I wouldn’t get into the program. I wasn’t going to get into the med school program. The room tilted, and I held on to the edge of the desk as my world ripped apart. So many plans I’d had and promises I’d made myself and Daniel, and in one careless night I’d thrown it all away.
“Why didn’t your alarm go off?”
“I forgot to set it.” He groaned.
I whipped around, the sick feeling in my stomach morphing into something scarier.
“You did what?” If I could have breathed fire, I would have.
“I couldn’t find my phone, and you were already asleep. I didn’t think we’d sleep so late.” He sat on the edge of the bed and squeezed his head. “It’s fine. We’re still going to pass.”
“Pass? Pass! Did you just say pass, Declan? I didn’t need to pass. I needed at least a B+.”
“One B- is not going to ruin your whole life.” He stood from the bed, completely naked, the heavy instrument of my temporary insanity swinging between his legs. I’d failed. I’d let myself get sucked in and I failed. Bile raced up my throat and threatened to make this the perfec
t morning by puking everywhere.
“This isn’t about my whole life. It’s about my future. A future that is now in jeopardy because you didn’t set an alarm, had me drinking the whole night, and let me oversleep.”
He angrily shoved his legs into his boxers.
“So this is all my fault, huh? I held your mouth open and made you drink last night? I tied you to the bed so you couldn’t escape from my idiot caveman grip.” He pointed at the bed, and the shame curled in my gut. I’d failed. All because I couldn’t keep it together. I tugged my shirt on over my head and looked for my shoes.
“I should have never come here. I shouldn’t have done this with you.” I spotted my shoes and slid my feet in. Anger, shame, sadness warred for dominance, and I tried to blink back the tears building in my eyes.
“Why are you doing this?” He crossed the room and grabbed my arms to keep me from dashing out the room.
“I’m not doing anything.” I released the fire churning in my stomach. “This is over.”
He dropped his hands and jerked back like I’d slapped him.
“This isn’t anyone’s fault. It was a mistake. I’m sure we could go to Alcott and plead our case.”
I slid my nearly dead phone into my pocket. “There is no ‘we,’ Declan.” I jabbed an angry finger at the center of his chest. “There is no ‘we’; there never was and there never will be.” I blinked to keep the tears pooling in my eyes from spilling over. “I was stupid to get involved with you. I should have known better. This is who you are, right? Mr. ‘It Will All Work Out.’ Only you know what?” My eyes burned, and my chest heaved as I tried and failed to get my emotions under control.
“Sometimes it doesn’t work out. Sometimes life comes up and kicks you in the fucking teeth. Sometimes it takes people who never should have been taken, and you’re left holding the pieces, trying to glue shit back together that’s never going to fit again. Sometimes real life is hard, and there are actual consequences to things you do!” The tears I couldn’t hold at bay anymore spilled over, and I raced from his bedroom.