Page 174 of King of Pain

I shake my head, laughing under my breath.

Then his expression softens. “Come here, baby.”

I swallow over the lump in my throat. He’s still stroking himself as he watches me.

Without breaking eye contact, I undo the towel around my waist and let it fall.

His gaze darkens as I approach. I kneel on the edge of the bed, my hands braced on either side of his legs, and crawl slowly up his body.

At his hip, I pause, dropping a kiss, then drag my tongue up his cum gutters. I suck the skin there until I know I’ve left a mark.

Mine.

Moving on, I ignore his rigid dick, now resting on his abs, and kiss around it—then slide it gently aside to kiss just above his navel.

Chance groans. “Ant, you’re killing me.”

I smile against his skin, kissing a path up the centerline of his abs to his left nipple. I circle it with my tongue, slow and deliberate. His breathing grows faster.

I gently bite and suck at the same time. Chance jolts, hands instantly in my hair, holding me there.

“Holy shit!” he gasps. “Do that again.”

I grin, release him, and shift to his right pec. I repeat the motion—bite and suck—and he arches into it, moaning what sounds like words, but comes out as nonsense.

I straddle him just above his waist, rubbing my hands over his chest and watching the way he responds to every touch.

“You like that, huh?” I tease.

He just nods.

I bite my lower lip, then roll both nipples between my fingers.

Chance groans, gripping my thighs. “Ant?”

“Hmm?”

“I need you inside me.”

My heart’s racing, but I’m ready for this. I grab his hands and bring them to my lips, kissing each fingertip with care. “I can’t wait to feel you.”

He smiles and props himself up on one elbow. “Lube and condoms are in my nightstand drawer.”

I hesitate—and he catches it. Of course he does.

“What is it?” he asks, voice soft, eyes searching.

“I was hoping… I want to feel you. Bare.” I lean down and cup his face in my hands. “We had regular testing for football, and I haven’t been with anyone ever—well, except for... but that was—”

Chance cuts me off gently. “Yes. I want that too.” He smiles. “I got tested as soon as I got back.”

I huff a small laugh and reach for his nightstand. “Confident fucker.”

He just shrugs. “I wanted to be prepared.”

I grab the lube and set it beside him on the bed, then lean in, pressing my forehead to his. “Good. Because if you think I wasn’t going to mark you as mine our first time, thenyoudon’t knowmeat all.”

I grab his chin and kiss him—quick, filthy, and loaded. When I pull back, his pupils are blown so wide they’ve almost swallowed the electric blue in his eyes.