The King Complete Collection

by Sarah J. Brooks

  “You’re wet for me.”

  I looked at him and shook my head yes.

  “Do you like me touching you?” He said as his thumb moved quicker.

  My breath drew in deep and I let it out as the feeling of pleasure filled me. I closed my eyes and tried to answer him. The words were stuck somewhere in between my soaking wet pussy and my mouth.

  “Tell me,” he said as his thumb slid inside of me.

  I couldn’t breathe. The pleasure of his touch was hard for me. I closed my eyes as he pressed into me.

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, I like you touching me.”

  He got up from his chair and leaned over to kiss me. My lips weren’t ready and the kiss felt awkward at first.

  Then he moved his thumb from inside of me and let both hands move back to my thighs. Our mouths explored the deepest depths of each other and I was lost in him. My whole body wanted every last inch of him.

  “I’m going to make you cum now.”

  “What?” I said.

  Not really understanding what he meant. But soon learning exactly what he had in mind.

  His lips moved back to mine and I let my hands hold onto his face. His chiseled jaw was incredible and I felt each dart of his tongue as he moved slowly inside of mine.

  Suddenly I let out a moan, which he silenced with his mouth over mine.

  He had two fingers inside of me and thrusting them hard while his thumb moved methodically around my clit. The electric feeling that filled my body made me forget where we were and that anyone around us could have been watching what was happening.

  My hips thrust against his fingers with a passion for being filled deeper.

  He welcomed my thrusting and made sure I was satisfied. Faster and harder this fingers thrust until I thought I would scream out right there. His mouth kept vigil over mine to squelch any big noises. But I don’t think he would have cared if I did scream out.

  Soon I could feel the explosion building in my body. I didn’t want to cum on his fingers right there in the club, but I had no choice. He commanded my body to release; and it did.

  He sat back down across from me and pulled his fingers up to his mouth. He took one of them and sucked on it while he looked at me.

  Then he brought the other finger to my mouth. Without hesitation, I opened and let his finger inside of me. The sweet juices were like none I had ever tasted before.

  Our eyes locked and I had no words.

  “You taste sweet,” he said as he watched me suck on his fingers.

  I was overwhelmed by his power. His utter control over me. Never would I have done such a thing with anyone else. I didn’t know what had come over me, but I wasn’t going to stick around.

  “I need to go home,” I said as I walked down the hall toward the restroom.

  I didn’t particularly care that it was the restroom instead of outside. I just had to get away from him. His intensity overwhelmed me. I didn’t say goodbye I didn’t offer my number. I just had to get away from the power he had over me.

  My body dripped with juices of desire that he had started. I quickly stepped into the women’s room and cleaned myself up.

  The events of the night still left me in awe. I didn’t know who he was and I had let him touch me like that. There was something that he had in his eyes that left me unable to deny him.

  Perhaps it was the passion at which he looked at me, or the confidence that he controlled the situation with?

  I didn’t know. I didn’t care either. I needed to get home and get some sleep before the first day of classes. Everyone else would be out partying all night long and I just needed to be responsible and get some sleep. Even if it was only a few hours.

  I walked out of the women’s restroom and there he was.

  He grabbed my arm and forced me into the staff backroom. It was more like a closet.

  “Whoa, what are you doing?” I said.

  “I told you I wanted to fuck you.”

  He turned me around and grabbed my breasts. His hands pulled at them until they slipped right out of my tight dress.

  I could feel him hard behind me. His cock pressed up against my ass as he rubbed himself up and down so I could feel just how bad he wanted me. I was sure he was amply endowed by the bulge that I could feel on my ass.

  “Um. Well. I…”

  “You’ll let me fuck you right here,” his voice demanded.

  The pleasure that I felt from his hands told my head to stop talking. Logic was gone and for that moment I was his.

  His lips moved to my neck and took their time kissing up one side and down the other. He took his time and unzipped my dress before moving his hands back to hold my tits.

  I steadied myself by holding onto a shelf in the closet like room we were in. It was dark and I wanted to turn the light on, but it wasn’t likely I would find the switch. I succumbed to his hands and thrust myself back against his swollen body.

  “Take me out,” he said as he placed my hand on his cock.

  I did as I was told and turned around. I reached my hands down to his pants and unbuckled his belt, then his button and finally the sweet sound of his zipper sliding down.

  I couldn’t see him but my hands wrapped around his excited cock and I thought about his size. He was larger than most and would certainly fill me up totally. I let my hands slid up and down his shaft as they twisted and pulled.

  He didn’t let me play for long before turning me around and pressing my head down.

  He moved my pink thong panties to the side and entered me with firm pressure. The fullness of him couldn’t fit all the way into me at first, so he grabbed my hips and thrust slowly for a few strokes.

  I moaned with each thrust, trying to relax and take him into my pussy as it stretched tight around him. I wanted to scream out with pleasure, but I didn’t want to get caught in that back room.

  With a few warm up thrusts completed, he let loose with a hard pounding motion.

  “Oh, stop,” I screamed.

  He stopped instantly.

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  I don’t know why I had said that, no, I wanted him to fuck me until I couldn’t move.

  “No.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, fuck me hard,” I said.

  He didn’t hesitate and swiftly started pounding hard inside of me. I could feel the intensity of his actions growing as his body got close to exploding inside of me.

  I wanted to stop myself from cumming, but with only a few thrusts, my whole body let loose with an explosion.

  He didn’t stop.

  In fact, my orgasm seemed to drive him to thrust harder.

  “Oh god. Oh.”

  He didn’t seem fazed by my body giving in to his hard thrusts and he continued on. This time moving one of his hands from my hips around to play with my clit.

  My knees got weak and I could hardly stand as his thrusts pressed into me. As I lost the ability to stand on my own, he wrapped his other arm around my waist.

  Thrust after thrust filled me up. I wanted more but I didn’t know if my body could handle it.

  Then it came.

  My body lost all control as a squirt of ecstasy flashed through my body. I shook with another orgasm and he thrust one last time inside of me.

  The alcohol, the orgasms or the intensity of the situation had me feeling like I would fall right to the ground. But he held me up tight. Supporting me with one hand as he pulled his pants back up with his other.

  “What’s your name baby?”

  “Jennifer, Jen…My friends call me Jen.”

  He turned me around and placed my dress back in the right spots. Then he pulled me close to him and kissed me. This time he was gently, slow and sweet.

  He gave me soft flutter kisses followed by one deep kiss. Then he moved down and kissed my neck and reached behind him and opened the door.

/>   As the light from the hallway filled the small room, I saw the animal inside of him. He looked at me like I was meat. Still longing to devour every piece of me. But he turned instead and left.

  Not another word. He was gone.

  ***

  I went back and sat down in the same chair as before. This time I laid back with exhaustion. The soft leather felt comfortable to me and I found it incredibly hard to stand up and walk out to the front of the club.

  The alcohol had worn away a bit and the adrenaline of the moment with my hunky guy was also gone. I was left with a fog and slowed movements.

  I pulled out my phone and read the clock, 1:40am. I had to get home. In only about six hours, I needed to be at school, dressed and ready for my first class of the semester.

  The cab driver knew his place when the drunken club-goers came out into the street. He asked for my address and then we swiftly moved toward my apartment.

  I kept looking at him, thinking that he could see the history of the night on my face. He must be able to see the embarrassment, no the excitement. I didn’t even know what I felt. But surely something was visible to the people who looked at me.

  At my apartment, I looked at our doorman who greeted me with his standard welcome. He must know my secret as well. The small smile on his face seemed to know I was drunk, at the very least. He opened the door and made sure I got to the elevator alright.

  The key took a little bit to get the hang of, but I eventually opened the door to my apartment and crawled into bed.

  I didn’t have the energy to change my clothes and didn’t have the time for a shower. I had to get some sleep.

  Tomorrow was the start of my last year of law school. It was going to be more intense than I could imagine and I didn’t want to be unprepared. Although nothing much would happen on the first day, I still wanted to look halfway normal when I met my internship supervisor.

  Your internship supervisor could make or break your final year of law school and I couldn’t stand the thought of anyone breaking my academic streak. I had rushed through undergrad in three years and kept the same fast pace throughout grad school.

  I was so close to graduating that I literally could taste it. Sometimes I even dreamed about the delicious cake my mother and father would buy to celebrate my big accomplishment.

  My eyes closed and all I wanted was sweet sleep, but instead my mind flashed to his touch on my skin. His strong hands gripping my hips. I didn’t even know his name!

  The gravity of my night weighed on me as I drifted into darkness. I had been overcome with desire and had sex with a perfect stranger. And man was he perfect. His rugged good looks, soft lips, hard body. I had just fucked my dream guy and didn’t know who the hell he was.

  It felt like only moments had passed when my alarm sounded. I barely opened my eyes as I tried to orient myself to where I was at.

  As I looked around my bedroom, I felt a soreness that reminded me of the night before. My mind started to race as all the memories flooded back. But there wasn’t time to sit and be remorseful about my night, I needed to shower and get to class.

  I wasn’t even sure I felt remorseful. The truth was I probably would do the exact same thing if the same situation presented itself again.

  The shower felt divine on my skin and I wanted to soak in the warm water for hours and hours. But my commitment to school was more powerful so I slipped out of the shower after only five minutes.

  I put on my most professional business skirt and blouse before heading out to school.

  My group of friends were all outside the main building just waiting for me. Although most of them had been out with us the night before, some had stayed home. It was obvious which one’s stayed home, they looked rested and excited to be there.

  We had spent the last three years together in some form or another. Everyone was a little older than me, but no one seemed to mind my age too much.

  There was a level of camaraderie that we all had after making it through the first year of law school. Now after spending a summer enjoying ourselves, we were ready to take on the final leg of our journey.

  Although my friends were all much wilder than I was, when we were at school we all seemed to fit in very well. We worked hard and paid attention. Gone were the days of high school when you could mess around the whole class period and not have to worry about the consequences. Nowadays we got our work done before we messed around.

  The excitement of our first day filled everyone full of chatter. I found Rose and couldn’t help but love the look of surprise on her face when she asked me about the hunky guy who had been trying to pick me up.

  I didn’t divulge much about the night I had with him, I thought it best to keep that information to myself.

  Suddenly, in the light of day, she didn’t think he was a jerk anymore.

  “Did you get his name? What does he do for a living?” She asked as she probed me for more information.

  But the truth was, I didn’t know anything about him. I didn’t even know his name. I felt a bit ridiculous even mentioning that fact in my own mind, so certainly wasn’t going to bring that up with Rose. She would laugh at me for sure if she heard what I had done with a man I didn’t even know.

  I fucked a guy that I didn’t know in the back room of a dance club. Oh, my mother would be so proud. Ugh, I tried not to think about it.

  I didn’t know his name and although he knew my first name, he didn’t know much else. I would just have to continue on with my life thinking about him and our one night together. Dreaming of his hands and wondering what might have been if I had let him bring me home as he had requested.

  It would be a good way to remember someone. The orgasms, the pleasure; it was all well worth remembering no matter what else happened after he left the tiny back room.

  Down deep I secretly hoped I would never find out who he was. There was no way his desires for me were real. He had to have been consumed by a drug or maybe he was just crazy.

  I did seem to attract the crazy type of boyfriends; maybe it worked the same with one-night stands. Maybe I was just meant to be with crazy people for the rest of my life. But the hunk from the previous night didn’t seem all that crazy. In fact, he seemed very put together.

  The way he carried himself, the way he spoke, the man seemed like an executive at a fancy downtown business or something.

  Perhaps he was just traveling through town and didn’t even plan to stay around for long. I figured I would never know. He was gone and I was here, getting ready to be tortured by law professors for the next several months.

  ***

  We sat and listened to the Dean tell us all about our next semester and how it would work. We diligently watched his presentation and pretended to take notes.

  There had to be some sort of law against taking erroneous notes, but none of us wanted to be the student who wasn’t taking notes. We listened and scribbled down information that we all knew would not be useful to us.

  Then he got to the assignments for our advisors. This was the part we were all excited about. Our internship advisor could help us get into good jobs or force us into something much less glamorous.

  Each year a couple new advisors came onboard and a few from the past stuck around. I wasn’t sure who was doing it this year, but I was sure that I would make it work out with whomever I got assigned to.

  It absolutely drove me crazy when people got their assigned supervisors and then tried to complain. That was a surefire way to look immature and unable to handle anything important.

  “You will interview with your advisor to make sure you both feel like it is a good match,” the Dean said as he handed out our preliminary assignments.

  I made my way down the hall toward room 302, Mr. King would be my advisor. Although I didn’t know him, I was sure the match would be fine. There was always something you could learn from a professional who was already in the field doing the job you wanted to do.

  I wasn’t sure which kind
of lawyer I wanted to be yet. There really was a wide variety within the field. But because of my past, I leaned toward being a defense attorney. The thought of being able to help an innocent person avoid jail was very appealing to me.

  Markus went in before me to interview. He didn’t take more than five minutes.

  “He’s super nice. I think it’s going to be a great semester,” Markus said to me as he came out of the room.

  I stood up and readied myself to go in. I smoothed my long pencil skirt and checked to make sure my silk blouse was tucked in perfectly around my waist.

  When I walked into the room, I saw him. The hunk.

  The hunk from last night was Ryan King. He was an infamous lawyer who had successfully defended a celebrity football player. He was also assigned to be my advisor for my internship.

  I froze at the door.

  The utter shock of the situation overcame me.

  “Come in Ms. Roy.”

  I moved across his office to the two chairs sitting near his desk. My mind instantly flashed back to the two chairs that he and I had sat in at the club. His knees spreading my legs apart, his hands on my thighs and the feeling of electricity I felt when he touched me.

  “Um, Hi,” I said with an awkward smile.

  He didn’t smile back. Instead, he looked over my file in front of him for an unusually long period of time. He flipped from page to page, analyzing everything and then he glanced back up at me.

  “You’re only twenty-one?” He asked.

  “Um, yes, I took extra classes in undergrad and moved through quickly.”

  His lack of acknowledgment about our night had me full of worry. Why wasn’t he saying anything? I know it was him. Did he not realize who I was?

  My mind swirled with the situation. Should I try to ignore the fact that I knew who he was and he definitely knew who I was? It seemed ridiculous not to at least say something.

  “Why do you want to be a lawyer?”

  Seriously!

  Was he seriously going to continue to interview me like nothing had happened between us last night? I searched his eyes for a glimpse of recognition, but his face was blank. He didn’t show a single moment of recognition when he looked at me.