Page 26 of Safe (King’s Heart #1)

Grant

This isn’t healthy. I know that. I should have better ways to cope.

But I don’t.

Before this, my only coping was pretending—being cocky and rude as fuck until I could be alone.

All I’ve ever wanted was to forget.

To make the pain and the urges go away. I’ve never had a moment without them. Not completely.

And now, I have it. Right in my own room—practically at my fingertips whenever I need it.

And I need it. I need him. He shuts my brain off. Keeps my demons at bay. Keeps everyone at bay.

When he takes control of me, I feel good… for once .

All of my other sexual encounters were fine. They did what they were supposed to, but there was always this shadow hanging over me. All of my issues—allowing me that tiny reprieve, so they could wrap around me even tighter once it was over.

Landon sets me free. I don’t know why, and I don’t even care right now. I’ll give him all the control just so I cannot die inside tonight.

He breaks the contact, heaving breaths escaping his wet, swollen lips as he flicks his eyes between mine. “I don’t know if we should do this… right now. You seem really upset. Maybe we could just talk and?—”

“No.” I steal his lips again, biting and licking all over his mouth while I spin him, pressing his back against the tiled wall. “Please, Landon. No talking. I just—I need this. Don’t think about it, just be how you usually are.”

I’m pleading, which I should be embarrassed about, but I’m not. I don’t know what I’ll do if he turns me down right now. I press a few more kisses to his mouth as he eyes me with uncertainty. “Tell me what to do. Anything. Just-just don’t stop. Please.”

The right corner of his mouth raises the slightest bit in a smirk that sends relief coursing through me. He roughly grabs the back of my neck, his fingers digging into my skin. “Fuck. I love when you say ‘please.’”

Our mouths fuse back together. It’s a frenzy of a kiss. Something desperate. He bites my bottom lip, dragging it between his teeth, before laving his tongue back over it, licking it all better.

“I love the way you taste, pet,” he mumbles against my mouth.

Liquid heat pours over my head, drenching my whole body. I hate how much I love when he calls me that. It was supposed to be a fucking insult. But it lights me up. I’d gladly rub against his legs and lick at his heavy balls like a cat with a bowl of milk.

My fingers run underneath his shirt, gliding over his torso as I frantically lift it over his head. His body is a work of art. Sculpted. Made to be admired.

A brief thought of someone else admiring him, particularly a thirsty cheerleader, flits through my head. I don’t fucking like it.

I grab onto his hips, maybe a little too hard, and push our groins together.

He lets out a small grunt from the force, pulling away from my mouth and gently holding onto my chin with his index finger and thumb. “Relax, pet. I’m not going anywhere.”

More heat. More warmth. More good .

I rear my head back, taking my chin out of his hand. “Shut up and kiss me,” I growl.

He does, attacking my mouth with all the dominance I desperately need. His hands skate down my sides, skittering goosebumps in every direction as he reaches behind me and into my shorts, squeezing my ass.

I whimper at the contact—at how rough he is, kneading the muscle and spreading my cheeks open.

The sounds coming out of me are breathy and high-pitched. I don’t sound like that during sex. It’s usually deep and masculine. Rumbling and grunting.

It’s embarrassing, honestly. But I can’t help it.

He leaves my lips, trailing kisses up my jaw before whispering in my ear. “Will you get on your knees for me, pet?”

I swallow, making an audible click in my throat.

I’ve sucked cock one time that I can really remember. I’m usually the one being serviced. Always in control. And I haven’t given that up very often.

He must sense the change because he abruptly steps back, widening his eyes and shaking his head. “We don’t have to if?—”

The shadows start swarming. Circling.

“No,” I bark at him as I drop to my knees. They hit the tiled floor with a loud thud. I’m sure they’ll probably bruise in the morning.

I yank his shorts down and watch his hard cock spring out, waving in the air.

It was so dark the last time he took it out in our room. I couldn’t look and appreciate it.

His cock is beautiful. Long and thick with two bulging veins wrapping around the sides. A drop of pre-cum leaks from his slit.

I waste no time and engulf him in my mouth, swirling my tongue around his shaft, rolling my eyes back at the taste of his skin.

Landon’s knees buckle. “Oh, shit— uhhh —fuck that’s good. Wait. Wait.”

I regretfully pull off of him, my skin buzzing to swallow him back down as I look up at him, waiting to hear why he stopped me.

He momentarily looks sheepish, giving me a soft smile that shouldn’t make me melt inside, but does. “Sorry. I just—I mean… you-you’re really good at that. I didn’t want to come yet.”

I smirk then take a long leisurely lick along his shaft using my entire tongue. “Already?”

His eyes flutter closed while he tries to put a grumpy expression back on his face. “ Uhhh —fucking get b-back to work, pet.”

I give his leaking cock a break, ducking my head to suck on his full balls. He groans while I take my time rolling each one around in my mouth, inhaling his musk through my nose like I’m a damn crack addict.

Fuck. I never want this to end.

Trailing my hand up his leg, I find his taint and massage my fingers over it.

He jumps. “Whoa, whoa. No one’s ever been back there.”

I continue massaging, letting go of his nuts with a wet, lewd pop. “Do you like it?”

His brow scrunches. “Well, I don’t hate it.”

My fingers creep up a little more, wedging between his cheeks and touching his hole.

He lets out a long, deep moan. “Oh. Fuuuuuuuuuck . Oh fuck yeah, pet. Touch me there.”

I momentarily bring my finger back to my mouth to wet it and then put it back on his hole, swirling over his tight muscle. “Oh fuck. Why the fuck do I like that?” he says breathily, instinctively rutting his hips, his angry, needy cock looking for a warm place to fuck.

I slurp him back into my mouth, continuing to circle his hole while he fucks into my face.

“Oh shit,” he groans. “Fuck. Is this okay? T-tap my leg or something if it’s not.”

It’s perfect. It’s what I need.

He drives into my mouth, making the sounds of my slurping and choking fill the bathroom. My dick is so hard and aching I might come in my pants.

“Fuck. You’re so good. Such a good, slutty, pet. Ohmygod, ohmygod, I’m gonna bust. Stick out your tongue. Stick out your tongue.” He says it all in a slurred, lust-filled voice, barely coherent, eyes half-closed.

I sit back and pull my dick out of my shorts, furiously beating it while I stick out my tongue. The first taste of his cum hitting my tongue is my undoing. My dick erupts all over the floor as he continues to jack himself, more streaks of cum hitting my tongue, my chin, my nose.

When we’re both done, he slides down the wall, letting his legs bracket me, a goofy, sated smile on his face. “You’re such a pretty pet with all my cum on your face,” he murmurs.

I was already floating, high off the feeling he gives me, but now I’m in the stratosphere, his words getting me out of this stupid world.

I can’t move. I feel too good.

He gets up. I hear him walk over to the sink and turn the water on and off, then he’s in front of me again, gently wiping my face with a warm washcloth, staring into my eyes the whole time.

I would usually run away from this. It all feels very intimate. But I let him.

Right now, I think I’d let him do anything he wanted.

Once I’m clean, he takes my hand and carefully helps me up, leading me into the room. He pulls back the blankets and coaxes me into bed, covering me afterward.

The last thing I remember is sighing contentedly while he whispers, “Goodnight, pet.” And then sleep takes me.