Page 23 of King of Desire (Kings of Las Vegas #2)

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Triston

Watching Honeyeh go to the bathroom has my cock hard in a second.

To be fair, it was half hard already just watching her cross the room.

And no, I’m not one of those fetish guys. First, I like that Honeyeh does what I ask of her, without a word of complaint. That’s part of the appeal.

I don’t want a weak woman, and Honeyeh isn’t. But she’s so responsive to me, to my every touch or request.

Then there is the visual of her panties around her calves, her heels off the floor. She looks so fucking hot, that I unbutton my shirt, tossing it aside, as I pull my T-shirt over my head.

I kick off my shoes just as she reaches for the toilet paper. Fuck. She might be turning me into some weirdly obsessed freak because I freeze, wanting to watch her hand dip between her legs.

Like everything else about her, Honeyeh has gorgeous hands with long, tapered fingers and beautiful nail beds. I wonder if she could be a hand model.

Or a regular model…

I watch as she parts her knees, and I swear I leak cum as she dips her hand between her legs. I’m craning my neck to catch a peek of her waxed pussy. Fuck. I cannot wait to have my mouth all over her.

But first…

I shrug down my pants and cross to the shower, turning on all the sprayers. She spent the day in an actual whorehouse and my first thought is to wash it clean off her. It’s more symbolic than anything else.

Well that, and I can’t wait to have soapy hands all over her.

I hear her little intake of breath, even as I push my boxer briefs down my thighs and kick them off.

The shower starts to fill up with steam and I look back at her. “Come.”

She swallows down a lump and then slides her panties down to her ankles, stepping out of them, before my T-shirt goes up over her head.

She stands before me naked, and I turn to take her in. The high pert breasts, the tiny waist and flat stomach, the flair of her hips. Her long, shapely legs with the exact right amount of muscle.

She’s more beautiful than any woman I’ve ever seen and I just stare. And I have this moment where I know I could look at Honeyeh for a long, long time.

That any other woman would only disappoint. And I’m not just talking about her looks. It’s everything.

I reach out my hand, and she takes a tentative step forward, sliding her fingers into mine.

Opening the shower door, I pull her forward until she steps inside. I’m right behind her, closing the door to keep in the heat.

She steps under the rain head, water pouring down her body as I come up behind her, grasping her waist and pulling her back to my front. Her skin glides along mine and I rumble out my approval.

She settles against me as I squeeze her waist, and then slide my hands over her wet belly. I take a moment to admire the smooth expanse of skin before one of my hands starts moving up her torso, while the other ventures down.

Cupping her breast, I tweak one of her nipples as my other hand grasps her mound, my middle finger settling over her slit.

She cries out, arching into my touch. My cock is so hard, every muscle tense as I press deeper into her flesh.

I told myself that I was going slower this time. I know she’s innocent, but her body, her response, they make me frantic as the pad of my finger settles over her clit, swirling around her nub as she cries out.

I’m nestled between her ass cheeks as I work her clit, looking for more friction.

Part of me wants to wait to cum inside her. But it’s been days and if I’m going to be gentle later, getting rid of some of this pent-up energy would really fucking help.

My second hand leaves her breast joins the first. As I keep circling her clit, I slide a finger inside her slick folds, entering her pussy, which is tighter than any I’ve ever felt before.

She moans, her knees going weak, all her weight settling against my chest and in my hands.

She reaches back, wrapping her hands around my neck, her fingers threading into my hair.

I’ve never been so amped to hear a woman orgasm as I work her relentlessly, bending down to suck her earlobe between my teeth.

She comes undone, crying out as her pussy locks around my single finger.

I’m going to have to stretch her before I’m fitting my cock inside her.

She slumps into my hands, and I turn her so she’s not directly under the rain head. “On your knees, baby,” I grunt into her ear.

She slides down without protest or hesitation. I catch her under her armpits to make sure her knees land softly on the tile.

And then I let go to step around her. One of my hands wraps around my cock while the other slides back in her hair. “Look at me.”

She tips her chin up, her gray eyes meeting mine, open and so clear.

“Open your mouth, luv. Stick out your tongue.” She does as I command, those gorgeous lips going wide as her pretty pink tongue darts out.

It’s the last straw and with a final tug, I explode, coating her tongue with ropes of my cum.

I squeeze my eyes shut, opening them wide as I try to process what’s just occurred.

I’ve cum for the first time since meeting Honeyeh, and it clears my head, making my thoughts equally so for the first time in days.

Jerking off on Honeyeh’s tongue was better than any sex I’ve had in years. I don’t feel bored, or distant, or revolted.

I feel…connected. I reach down and haul her up, my arms wrapping around her as I kiss her mouth.

She swallows my cum down before she kisses me back and it just makes my cock roar to life again.

One of my hands slides around her ass, and I fill my hand with the softness as our hips grind together.

Honeyeh’s mine.

I meant what I said about not being the marrying kind, but I know it’s going to take me longer than one night or even one month to clear her out of my system.

Hell. The very idea of having another woman in my arms feels fucking wrong.

I don’t think too much as her leg wraps around my waist, opening her up to my already-needy cock.

Maybe I need to be inside her and then I’ll stop feeling so fucking needy.

I kiss her, my tongue filling her mouth as I knead her ass, my cock nudging at her folds. I can’t take her virginity in the shower, can I?

Her arms wind around my neck, the water pouring over both of us, as I slide my hand deeper between her legs.

This time, I don’t put one finger inside her, but two, opening her up.

She’s wet and relaxed, she’s not so tight, as I work in and out of her, adding a third finger, stretching her to get her ready for me.

Her hips are moving with the thrust of my hand, my cock trapped between us. I pull my fingers out of her, to grab her ass and lift her up.

The head of my cock settles into the slick folds, and I push inside her, just the head, but I feel the resistance at the same time that she stiffens in my arms.

I’m barely inside her. “Are you all right, luv?”

She lets out a couple of shallow breaths. “I’m…” She puffs out another breath. “Your fingers felt good. I don’t understand…”

But the tension in her voice slows me down. I know there will be pain, but deep down, I want it to be as pleasant as possible. I want to make Honeyeh feel good.

Pulling out, I grab the soap and begin working a lather over her skin.

“Triston,” she cries as I turn her. “You don’t need to stop. I…”

I bend down, washing over her legs, blood already on her thighs. I lean forward and place a soft kiss on her mound. “I want it to be good for you, baby.”

Her head tilts down to look at me, water running off her nose. “It is good. It’s so good, so much better than…” Her voice breaks as her hands comb through my hair.

I stand again, lifting her into my arms as her legs wrap around my waist.

I begin sliding into her again, deeper, feeling her stretch as she stiffens again. Part of me thinks I should wait longer, but she feels so good. And I can’t bring myself to resist when even she doesn’t want me to.

I still, carefully carrying her to the shower wall. Leaning her against the tile, I’m hoping the angle will make it easier to press inside her.

I slide a bit deeper, her breath blowing in my ear.

“All right?” I ask her, stilling again, my head dropping into the cradle of her neck. I’m fighting every urge to bury myself inside her.

I just came, but my body is strung so taut, I feel like I could break.

“I’m good, Triston,” she whispers in my ear. “Finish it.”

With one quick thrust, I bury myself to the hilt. Holy fuck, she feels so good I never want this to end.

“Honeyeh,” I groan. “Sweetheart.” I drag in a ragged breath. One of her hands skates down my back, her fingertips light.

Is she comforting me? She places a light kiss just behind my ear, her nose brushing my lobe. “I know.”

Does she? Does she have any idea what’s she’s doing to me?