The Complete Tempest World Box Set

by Mankin, Michelle

  “Hell yeah, I can deliver. All you need to do is sit back and relax, my queen. You’ve got the easiest job in the world tonight.”

  • • •

  King

  We agreed that we would go to my hotel. But I was still a little worried as I put the key in the lock and steered her inside with my hand resting on the curve of her lower back. Jorge hadn’t been exactly thrilled about being kicked out, especially knowing it was her he was getting booted for. I didn’t give a flying fuck that he didn’t approve of my fascination, only that he had kept quiet about it.

  I pulled in a breath laden with her heady scent and set those concerns aside. My goddess was here. I was going to enjoy her, every single beautiful lush inch.

  “Can I take your sweater for you?” I asked. It was a gossamer thing that taunted rather than truly concealed, like the things she wore on stage. Like the tempting glimpses I had gotten of her sweet heart through her sassy façade.

  “Sure,” she replied, and I moved behind her, slowly sliding it from her shoulders. I tossed it on one of the chairs. “Mmm.” She leaned her head back into me as I lightly skimmed the pads of my fingertips over her silky skin. Brushing her hair aside, I pressed a lingering kiss into the hollow between her neck and shoulder. I felt the resulting shiver that ran from her.

  “Last night with you was amazing, but right now I’m of a mind to take it real slow. Is that ok with you?” I glided a whisper caress down her arm, captured her hand and gently tugged her down the hall toward the bedroom.

  “Yes, that would be fine.” She cleared her throat. “But why are you asking? I thought you would be telling.” She stepped back. “I’m a Latino male.” She lowered her voice to mimic me. “I’m in charge in the bedroom.” She threw her arm wide then dipped it to punctuate her statement like I often did. Then she grinned and batted her lashes at me.

  “Picosa, you’ll pay for that.” I growled and walked her backward while she giggled. I fucking loved the sound of her laughter. That I had caused it. That it was like this between us. Hot, fast and furious the other night. A light teasing buildup now. Her back hit the wall ending her retreat. I captured both her hands, lifted them over her head and moved into her space, pressing my body into hers. She licked her lips. My gaze dropped to them. “Mi reina,” I breathed. “I’m very much in charge, but that doesn’t mean I have no concern for what you want. Quite the opposite. I made some promises to you that I am looking forward to fulfilling. Before this night is through you will beg me for many things, and I will most certainly give them to you. Your wishes, my desires. Sí?”

  Her eyes becoming glassy, she nodded. Had no one treated her the way she deserved to be treated? I didn’t pursue that thread of thinking further. The answer was irrelevant. After I was through with her she wouldn’t accept anyone else.

  “You like when I’m in control.” My words were a statement. I could read the signs with her, the licked lips, her dilated pupils, her lowered lids, the way her nipples scored my chest, the way she had her body molded to mine right now. My cock swelled. She felt it. She didn’t shy away. She rolled her hips over me and moaned. The sound had an immediate effect on my cock. It lengthened. I rocked it into her to let her know. I lowered my head and took her mouth hard. I forced my tongue between her lips. I speared it deep. Again. Again. And again. Matching it to the thrust and grind of my hips. Until she was moaning in time. Then I ripped my mouth from hers and pulled back to look at her. Her eyes were heavy lidded. Her lips were wet and swollen, her dark hair a tumbled curtain around her shoulders. Her bountiful tits rose and fell with her shortened breaths.

  Ay, Dios mío. I could come just from looking at her.

  I lowered her hands, released them and took a step back.

  “Juaquin?” She blinked her glazed eyes into focus.

  I was going to have to have superpowers to slow this down when every instinct inside roared for me to rip that tiny camisole top and micro shorts from her body, throw her on the bed and sink my cock inside her.

  “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever known.” I ran my hand through my hair. “The way you taste. The way you respond to me. The way you look right now.” I drew my shirt over my head and eliminated the space I had only just granted her. My fingers diving into her hair, I got her head at the angle I wanted it and went back in for a second round, and she was with me all the way. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she grabbed fistfuls of my hair like she had done the other night and tugged. I growled like a beast and fucked her mouth with my tongue. Did she back down? Did she withdraw? Hell, no. She took everything I gave her and gave it right back to me. Bruising kiss to bruising kiss. Sucking hard on my tongue. Her fingernails digging into my skin as she clawed at my shoulders.

  “King,” she groaned when I ripped my mouth from hers and started raining fiery kisses down the column of her arched neck. “Please. Please not slow. I’m begging you.”

  I grinned into her skin. Then I bit down moderately hard.

  She moaned like I had set her panties on fire and immediately moved her hands to my chest pushing at me with the flat of her palms.

  “My wish…” She trailed off, sounding like she had just finished a sprint and looking like she had just weathered a hurricane. My hands had certainly done a number on her hair.

  “Fast and dirty,” I filled in, lust rising in me as hard as I wanted to take her.

  She didn’t answer me with words. She whipped her camisole off and removed her shorts just as quickly.

  My mouth went totally and completely dry looking at her. Naked but for her high heels, standing in the middle of my bedroom. Mine for the taking.

  Mine.

  Mine.

  Mine.

  I gave her a look, a hot long smoldering one while I removed my shorts and boxers. I kicked them aside along with my shoes never once breaking eye contact with her. She remained in that glorious pose. Chin high. Gaze a little dazed and a lot wild. Hands on her hips. A goddess. My goddess.

  “Get on the bed!” I barked the order, and she scurried to obey. Sheathing my hard as fuck cock, I stalked her, caught her by the ankles and yanked her flat onto her stomach. The bed dipped with my weight as I grabbed and flipped her over. I spread her wide, she looked so dirty-sexy with those heels on, and she reached for me wrapping her greedy little fingers around my cock. I groaned when she brought me straight to her pussy, and she sighed when the head of my cock nudged her. I turned that sigh into a long deep moan of satisfaction for her and a groan for me when I stroked all the way inside her.

  “King, oh King,” she chanted when I began to move. Deep so deep, then shallow, teasingly shallow, sliding through her slick heat the way I could tell she liked. She moved with me, her eyes drifting closed and her hips lifting to meet each thrust. I grabbed her ass and lifted her to deepen the penetration. She burrowed her fingers beneath mine, pricking my skin with her nails. I loved it. Loved her wild. Loved…I hammered into her harder showing her how much she pleased me. Her tits bouncing, my balls tensed as she tightened around me, her cunt beginning to rhythmically grip me.

  “I can’t… Uh, I want… Oh Juaquin… You are so good.” Her words, her wetness, her heat, her flushed body, every cue told me what I already knew. So I gave her what she needed, a little grind for additional friction on her swollen clit, a sharp slap on her ass for a surprise and she climaxed around me, taking me over the edge with her, taking me to a place I had never been before, a place from which I knew there would be no return.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Miriam

  He let me shower to clean up first, but he watched me as he brushed his teeth, and my hands shook unsteadily. The bath gel slipped through my soapy fingers each time his reflected gaze met my own in the mirror.

  “You done?” He arched a reflected brow before spinning around, crossing his sculpted arms over his sigh worthy chest and giving me another dose of his straight up arrogance. “I mean I can come in with you to help out if you want.” The brow cranke
d up higher and so did the sparkle in his gaze. “You seem to be having some difficulty holding onto the soap. I can give you something bigger to hold onto.” I smiled and beckoned him into the glass enclosure with a crook of my finger. He whipped the towel from his hips and dropped it before he yanked open the door and stepped inside. His eye contact telegraphing his intensity, he plunged his hand into my hair nearly dislodging the elastic I had used to tie it to keep it from getting wet. He fastened his mouth to my stunned one and sipped droplets of water from my lips while I palmed his tight ass, transmitting urgency every bit as intense as his.

  “Miriam, mi picosa, you make me crazy.” Breathing hard, his cock even harder between us, he grabbed another bottle of bath gel from the ledge and squirted it into his hands lathering them. “I’ve been dreaming about doing something like this since I saw your tits at the club.” He engulfed my breasts in his large soapy hands.

  “I already did them,” I said huskily.

  “I know,” he returned while massaging, shaping and learning my curves. He lifted his gaze, his lips slowly curving into a sensual smile. “I saw you. Thus the state you had me in even before I joined you in the shower.”

  Ah, realization dawning, I gasped as he strummed my nipples. I felt each purposeful swipe of his thumb like a strike to my clit. Already throbbing, I whimpered. “Too much. I need you. Please.”

  “I don’t have a condom in here.”

  “Oh.” I tried to slow my heart rate down.

  “But I can take care of you, Reina.” He cupped his hand and redirected the water so it sluiced away the suds on my breasts, then he kneeled down on the tiles in front of me. My heart did the opposite of slow.

  I felt his breath on the center of me. I shivered. He looked up, the spray of water beating down and bouncing off of the unrelenting curvature of his back. Smiling darkly, he grabbed my ass and drew me forward putting his mouth on me.

  He knew exactly what he was doing, and I didn’t stand a chance. I was so out of my element with him. This was more than just fun. Every smile. Every caress. Every decadent torturous drag of tongue on that most secret part of me made me more his. Then he swirled and sucked on my clit with just the right amount of pressure. Light at first, then slower and firmer. A perfect rhythm that mimicked my pounding pulse. I grasped his shoulders, opening and closing my fingers and digging my fingernails into his skin as he built me up to an explosive crescendo.

  “King, oh Juaquin.” I shuddered and came apart on his tongue. He grabbed me as my knees gave out. He seemed to anticipate, to know, and to do exactly what I needed him to do at exactly the right time. No, I wasn’t just having fun with him. I was falling, falling, falling, for him shamelessly.

  • • •

  King

  “Let me do you?” she asked after her second time in the shower. My already hard cock bounced at the thought of her wrapping her sexy lips around it.

  “Are you sure?” I swiped my thumb across her slightly parted lips. Feeling the humidity of her breath against my skin pleased me. Her offer pleased me. She pleased me.

  “Yes, I’m sure.”

  “Ok, but outside the shower. The hot water feels like its running out, and I don’t want you getting cold.” I switched off the water, stepped out of the enclosure, grabbed a fresh towel from the rack and wrapped her up in it before grabbing a new one of my own.

  “Thank you,” she said, almost shyly with the towel draped around her like a cape.

  “You’re welcome, Reina. I like taking care of you.” Was she embarrassed by what I had done to her in the shower? “I loved having my mouth on you, feeling you unwind, watching it happen. Did you like it?”

  She nodded.

  “Bueno. Good, because I plan to do it again and again. Would that be ok with you?”

  “Yes.” She licked her lips.

  Excellente that idea turned her on. It turned me on, too. I finished drying off before she did. Taking her hand, I threaded our fingers together and led her back into the bedroom. I smiled at the strewn clothes and the rumpled bed linens remembering the pleasure she had given me. Pleasure I planned to relive.

  When we reached the bed, she started to drop to her knees, trying to tug her hand free from mine. “What are you doing?”

  “Getting ready to do you,” she said giving me a coy smile and glancing at me through her lashes.

  “Not from your knees. Not my queen.” I sat on the bed and pulled her between my legs. She put her hands on my shoulders. I held her at the waist, and it hit me. So I gave it to her. The truth. “I love spending time with you.”

  “I love spending time with you, too.” Her eyes filled. Would my honesty move her so much if she wasn’t feeling the same level of emotions I felt? “Now lay back.” Her voice lightening, she gave me a playful shove. “If it pleases you, your majesty.”

  “As you wish.” I scooted to the center of the bed, and she followed. I grabbed for her, curling my fingers around her neck, bringing her face down to mine and kissing her long and deep until she started making those turned on noises low in her throat. Then I released her. “Muy bonita.” Her hair tumbled. Waves of it had escaped the elastic and lay loose around her shoulders. I removed the band completely and laid back on the pillows. She tapped my thighs, and I opened them so she could move between them.

  “You’re more than a mouthful,” she told me as she stared at my cock. She licked her lips. She was excited about doing this to me. Fuck, yeah. My cock lengthened, a glistening of pre-cum spurting from the tip. She noticed and leaned in, and I groaned as she licked it clean with her eager tongue. She seemed to like the taste of me. She dove right in. Hand pumping the base. Her sexy lips sucking on the head. Her tongue darting out to swirl around the sensitive underside while I played with her tits. But when she licked the slit with slow careful precision, I’d had enough. I jacked into a seated position, and she let out a surprised ‘oh’ as I flipped her to her back, grabbed a nearby condom, sheathed myself, spread her legs wide and slid inside her just where I needed to be.

  “Did I do something wrong?” she asked, her voice warbling as she looked up at me.

  “No, picosa.” I reached down between our bodies, withdrawing so I could strum her clit with my thumb. “You did everything right.” I grunted with satisfaction, feeling her slick heat. She liked what I did so I did it again. Thrusting deep inside her cunt, then withdrawing, then strumming. She glossed my fingers this time.

  “King.” She moaned, tightening her cocked knees to the sides of my hips. “You’re driving me crazy. Enough.” Her voice was low, husky. “If you do that again, I won’t last.”

  “I don’t want you to last, mamasota.” I thrust in again and ground down. “You’ve got me at the edge. I want you with me.”

  “Then keep doing that.” She grabbed my ass. “Only faster, and I’ll meet you there.” So I thrust and ground again, feeling her cunt squeezing my cock.

  “Miriam,” I groaned, and she urged me to continue with her fingernails digging crescents into my ass. “Oh Miriam. Fuck.” I pounded into her, thoughts of rhythm and finesse escaping me as it reached out and grabbed hold of me. The passion. The driving force. It swept her away, too. I felt her pulsing around me. She screamed her climax, and I threw back my head and roared my release, claiming her and giving her all of me.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  Miriam

  I woke up alone, but heard beautiful music with a flamenco beat. I stretched my arms over my head and cracked open my eyes to find Juaquin sitting on the chair beside the bed. He had an acoustic guitar in his lap.

  “Buenos días, mamasota.”

  “Good morning,” I returned and yawned. “I thought you were part of my dream.”

  “How so?”

  “I was on a beach in Spain hearing a soft serenade somewhere in the distance. The song you’re playing. It’s so pretty. I must have incorporated it into my subconscious.” I sat up, and his eyes followed the sheet as it slid down my body. I had fallen aslee
p in my camisole and panties while he had lain beside me stroking my hair. “This one is more like an Enrique Iglesias love song than the Pitbull-let’s-party thing you did at the pool. Which one is the real you?” I mused.

  “Both, I guess. The words, the rhyme, the beat, it all flows when I’m with you.” He strummed a last chord and set the guitar aside.

  “You hardly ever play.”

  “It’s not necessary. Your brother’s one of the best guitarists in the business. And Dizzy’s a close second. But I felt like playing something this morning.” He stood and stretched his arms over his head, and it was my turn to stare. Wearing only his boxer briefs, there was a lot of Juaquin to look at. All of him sculpted muscle. All of his skin a gorgeous bronze. All of him sexy. Including his cock. It was impossible to overlook and very, very hard.

  “Do you have a name for it?” I licked my lips. “The song, I mean.”

  “Tú eres la única.”

  “What does that mean?” My Spanish was decent. I had taken two years of it in high school because of my crush on him, but I was a little rusty.

  “You are the only one.”

  “Oh.” I twisted the sheet in my hands. Don’t you dare read anything into the song title, I told myself. Throwing the sheet back, I slid off the bed and dipped my chin to my chest so my hair would curtain forward. He could read me so well. I needed a moment to compose myself. Can’t let the guy you’re just hooking up with see the hope for more that surely brimmed in your eyes. No matter how hard I wanted to kid myself about what this was, and that I was in control and that I had made some kind of monumental decision, the reality was that not much had really changed. I was right back where I always was, ready to throw myself at Juaquin’s feet. Though he wouldn’t allow it. He hadn’t been bragging, either. About what he could do. He had made good on all of it. All of his promises. I had come three times. I had begged. I had screamed. It had never been with anyone the way it had been with him. I knew, though I shied away from the thought, that it likely would never be like this with anyone else after him.