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Chapter fifteen

Fit for a King

Josh

“Welcome to my home.” I yank Karma across the threshold of my apartment, then kick off my shoes, waving vaguely at the space around me. “Here’s the living room. There’s the kitchen. Now let me show you where I sleep.” I tug on his hand, trying to pull him toward my bedroom.

Karma digs in his heels. “Why are we here, Josh? I told you I would take you somewhere romantic.”

True. He offered to take me out to a candlelit dinner, but I told him I wasn’t hungry. He tried to take me for another walk in ‘our park’, but I turned that down, as well. There’s only one place I want to go for our private date , and there’s only one thing I want to do. I’ve been obsessed with the thought ever since our first kiss. I need to have sex with Karma. Now.

“I have a gift for you,” I tell him. “I brought you here so that I could give it to you.”

“You got me a present?” Karma asks, a tiny crack appearing in his armor. “That’s so sweet of you, Moonbeam.”

If he thinks I’m sweet now, just wait until he tastes my edible body oil.

Standing on my toes, I put my hands on his shoulders and bring my mouth an inch away from his. “A King must take care of his loyal subjects,” I say.

“Your Majesty is most kind.” He pulls me into his arms.

As soon as our lips meet, fireworks explode. I wrap my arms around his neck, molding my body against his. He pulls me even closer, his hands on the small of my back. All thought of gifts disappear—I can only think about the way his lips move against mine… the sensual nip of his teeth… the touch of his tongue and the fire that it kindles in my belly. By the time we come up for air, we’re both breathing hard.

Karma takes a step back and swallows. “Um, you said something about a present? Where is it?” He makes a show of looking around the tiny room, clearly struggling to get control of himself.

“I’ll show you in a minute. “ I try to pull him back into my arms.

He dodges me, side-stepping toward the kitchen. “Is it in here? Did you get me flowers?”

“It’s not flowers.” I copy every move that he makes. He’s not getting away from me that easily.

“Is it chocolate?” Karma asks, keeping me at a distance while he pretends to search the kitchen counters for his gift. “Hey, I know an ice cream shop that makes great hot fudge sundaes. Let’s go, it’ll be romantic.”

What the heck is the matter with him? Am I doing something wrong? Karma seems to like our kissing as much as I do. In fact, I know he does—I can see the outline of his erection through his jeans. What do I have to do to get him to take the next step?

“I’m not in the mood for chocolate,” I say, following him around the kitchen island.

He takes another step away from me, his back hitting the refrigerator. “What are you in the mood for, Josh?”

“I want you to unwrap your present.” According to Ruby, no man can resist the perfect pair of underwear. We’re about to find out if that’s true.

Reaching for his hand, I guide it toward the front of my pants.

“Um… what are you doing?” he asks.

“I’m helping you unwrap your gift.” Unfastening the button on my waistband, I place his fingers on my zipper.

Karma groans, his head falling onto my shoulder. “I’m trying to be a gentleman. I want to show you how much I like you.”

“Then show me.” I press his hand against my hard length.

A growl erupts from his throat. “You’re driving me crazy, Moonbeam.”

Mission accomplished. Almost.

“Don’t you want to see your present?” I take a step back, shimmying my pants down low onto my hips. A glimpse of lavender lace peeks out through the open zipper.

Karma drops to his knees in front of me, a stunned look on his face. When he glances up a minute later, a wildfire blazes in his eyes. “My King and my master.”

A sense of power rushes through me. I’ve never felt anything like it before. As the youngest in my family, no one ever listens to what I have to say. But with Karma kneeling at my feet, calling me his master? I feel powerful. In control. A thrill races up my spine as he waits on his knees for my command. Is this what it’s like to receive an ‘act of submission’? No wonder it’s Simon’s favorite lust language.

I slide my pants down over my hips, revealing the pastel lace underwear. The front pouch of the ‘manties’ —as Ruby calls them—is stretched tight over my cock, showing hints of hard flesh through the floral lace pattern. I run a finger along scalloped edges of the undergarment. “Tell me, Karma. Do you like your gift?”

Karma’s voice is raw. “It’s got to be the sexiest scrap of fabric I’ve ever seen.”

Just wait until he sees the backside.

Reaching over my head, I tug off my t-shirt, then kick off my pants and socks in one fell swoop. I turn around and arch my back as I look at him over one shoulder, unveiling the pièce de résistance . A triangle of lace barely covers my bottom, leaving the cheeks of my ass visible. The scalloped edges of the brazilian-cut panties look extra delicate on my male body, its pastel color a striking contrast to my dark skin.

As I stand in front of him nearly naked, I’m shocked by my own audacity. Shouldn’t I feel shy or self-conscious? With Karma kneeling before me—his eyes glued to my exposed flesh—I feel irresistible. No, I feel worshiped .

“Touch me,” I command.

As if released from invisible chains, Karma grabs my hips and presses the side of his face against me. The stubble on his cheek scratches the sensitive skin on my ass, his breath hot against my flesh. With a groan of surrender, he bites the curve of my cheek, then licks the spot with the flat of his tongue.

Holy crap . A surge of sensation floods through me—the feel of his breath on my bare skin, the pleasure-pain of his teeth, the overwhelming urge to grab him by the hair and push his face into my crease. Leaning against the kitchen island, I thrust my ass toward him. “More,” I demand.

Karma obeys, kissing every inch of my bottom, worshiping me with his mouth. His lips explore every curve, his tongue teasing the tops of my thighs. When his nose gently nudges my crease, I arch my back and moan. He responds with another bite on my cheek and a long, wet lick of his tongue. Gasping, I spread my legs. He slips his fingers under the waistband of my underwear, easing them down inch by inch…

…then stops himself with an agonized groan, his chest heaving in and out.

No! He can’t stop now. What did I do wrong? “Karma, I need you,” I beg. How can I convince him to keep going?

Holding onto my hips, he turns me to face him, gazing up the length of my body from his position on his knees. His eyes blaze a fiery trail over my stomach, my ribs, my chest. When his eyes reach mine, they’re blown wide, his pupils dark and dilated. “God, you’re so fucking hot,” he tells me, “but I’ve gotta stop now while I still can. I don’t want to rush you into anything, Josh. I want to romance you.”

Wait, he doesn’t want to rush me? How much slower does he think I want to go? Even a virgin like me can’t wait forever—my body is on fire .

Desperate times call for desperate measures. If I have to use his own words against him, I will. “A loyal subject obeys his King. Are you questioning the authority of your master?”

Karma’s eyes lose focus for a moment. He swallows hard, then bows his head. “I will obey, Sir.”

Sir? I think I like it.

“What is your safeword?” I ask him. I’m an educated man. I watch Pornhub.

Karma gulps. “Tolkien.”

I nod regally, warming to my new-found game. “Rise, Karma. You may use your safeword whenever you wish—but, until you do, you will obey me. Do you submit?”

“Yes, Sir,” he murmurs.

“What was that?”

“Yes, Sir.” His voice is louder.

Mmm… I could get used to this.

I stroll out of the kitchen with my head held high, wearing nothing but lace underwear. Who needs clothes when you’ve got power? “Follow me,” I order, not even checking to see whether he complies. When I get to my room, I climb onto my bed and stretch out across the covers. Rolling onto my back, I gaze up at him from my ‘throne’.

Karma stands in the doorway, looking torn. From the bulge in his pants, I can tell he wants me, even though he’s trying to hold himself back. Being a gentleman is all well and fine, but a King needs what a King needs.

Hooking my thumbs in the waistband of my undies, I ease the fabric down over my hips.

“Tolkien!” he blurts out.

Crap. Now what should I do?

“Fine. I will respect your safeword. Come—kneel before me.” I spread my legs, nodding toward the foot of the bed.

As Karma kneels between my knees, his eyes are glued to mine.

“Watch and repeat,” I tell him. Running my hands slowly over my own body, I caress my neck… my chest… the flat plane of my stomach. When I reach the juncture of my legs, I glide my fingers up and down my lace-covered erection before cupping my balls. “Your turn,” I say.

His hands shake at first, but they soon grow bold as his fingers explore every inch of my skin. His mouth follows, kissing me wherever his fingers have touched: the underside of my jaw, the hollow of my neck, my hard, sensitive nipples. He licks a path across my trembling stomach, then nuzzles the waistband of my panties. The feel of his hands and lips and tongue... It’s almost too much, yet not nearly enough.

I arch my hips and widen my legs. “Bow before your King.”

He obeys without question. Bowing his head, Karma brushes his lips over the thin lace covering my shaft. His hands slide under my thighs, cupping my ass, his fingers digging into my skin. While he kisses every thread of my underwear, his mouth grows more eager, the sound of his breathing more urgent.

“ Yes. “ I tangle my finger in his hair, pulling it tight. “Kiss my panties, Karma.”

A wild growl is torn from his throat, the sound vibrating through my flesh. He licks my lace-covered cock until both the fabric and my flesh are soaked in his saliva. Moving lower, he kisses my balls through the lace, mouthing them through the thin underwear.

Oh god, I’m about to explode. My legs tremble, my muscles drawn tight. When he sucks a spot on my inner thigh, it’s almost more than I can take. “I need you. Please .“ I’ve never needed anything more. His hot breath between my legs—his wet mouth, searching.

With a low moan, Karma sucks on my cock through my semi-sheer undies. As his mouth surrounds the head of my dick, his tongue laps away my pre-cum. He teases my slit through the lace before sucking hard… and sucking… and sucking…

“Just a little more… a little m— oh! “ My mind shatters as cum bursts from my cock, my body seizing with pleasure. I throw my head back against the pillows, euphoria washing over me, curling my toes in ecstatic bliss.

Karma greedily licks the cum from my undies. When it gets to be too much, I yank on his hair. He arches his neck, gasping, his hips grinding against the foot of the bed. “Moonbeam, I can’t stop. I’ve gotta— fuck! “ He groans, his face contorting as his hips pump once, twice, three times.

With a shudder, he collapses onto my stomach, fighting to catch his breath. My own chest heaves up and down as I hold him tightly against me. An eternity passes as we drift through heaven—lost in a paradise of our own making.

When Karma finally lifts his head, he brushes a kiss across my stomach. “My King,” he whispers against my skin.

“My Prince,” I whisper back.