Lost King by Piper Lennox (best self help books to read .TXT) 📕

His chest pushes hard against mine. I feel his wild heartbeat and almost moan myself, it’s such a weird turn-on.

“You’ll get cum all over your stomach if you don’t slow down,” he warns.

In response, I smirk and reach down between us with my other hand to cup his balls, bringing them close to his body. He curses a blue streak and pulls away. The look he gives me is a face you’d give a supervillain who just bested you, but you’re more impressed than you are mad.

“Before I put this on,” he says, grabbing a condom from the laptop stand, “can I make a request?”

“Of course.”

Theo positions himself beside the couch, reaching down to trail his fingers underneath my chin. His thumb runs back and forth across my bottom lip, until the sweet and feral scent of myself gets embedded in it.

“Give me head, Ruby. Even if it’s only for a few seconds, I need to feel what it’s like having these lips wrapped around me...”

Slowly, smoothly, he guides his hand to my neck, applying the tiniest bit of pressure until he can feel my jackhammer heart, begging him to be inside me.

“...and this throat pulsing around my cock.”

All at once, my heart goes from a tapping, featherlight rush, to the pounding pulse of bass drums.

I pull away from his touch. Away from his cock and the bead of pre-ejaculate reforming at the head that, for all my reactions, I do want to lick away, to savor, more than he could ever imagine. More than I can ever explain.

His brow furrows. “You all right?”

Distractedly, I realize my hand is over my heart. It feels like the only thing that will keep it from beating out of my chest.

I sit up; he helps me.

My brain isn’t working right. Instead of rationalizing why it’s perfectly fine—desired, in fact—that I give Theo oral, it replays the same scene, over and over.

The massive size of him, clogging my throat in a dirty, instant addiction. The luxuriousness of those plush white carpets on my knees. His fingers weaving themselves into my hair and the way his stomach tightened right before…

Before the door banged open.

Before bodies flooded the room.

Before dozens of cameras, including his own, caught the moment his release hit my face.

“I—I don’t want to,” I say softly. It suddenly feels like I might cry. Or scream.

Theo steps back. This is it: the moment the plan is ruined, all my revenge fizzling out to nothing.

I’m actually a little relieved.

“Hey, hey, look at me.” Theo couches in front of the couch.

He smiles.

“It’s fine.” His fingers whisper over my inner thigh, taming the chill bumps there. This soaked blanket is now feeling like a sheet of ice. “Don’t feel pressured. We don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”

For all my emotions, the physical side of me is still keyed impossibly high. I still want him inside me.

Just not, apparently, in my mouth.

“I just....” Finally: some useful input from my brain. “It’s more intimate to me than sex, I guess. I don’t know why.”

The lie tumbles out, flawless and effortless...but maybe that’s because I’m not so sure I’m really lying. Going down on a guy never used to feel more significant than sex. But doing it to him does.

Giving it to someone else requires privacy and the willingness of my body, and nothing else.

Giving it to him requires trust.

And when, without a single protest or scowl, he simply nods and grabs the condom to roll it on...I wonder if I’ll ever be able to trust him.

I wonder why on earth I suddenly want to.

Ruby shudders as I push the first few inches inside.

“You feel so damn good.” And hot. And wet as hell. I’ve never had a girl’s body seem so completely ready for mine, as though she needs me.

“You, too.” She shuts her eyes until I’m all the way inside her. When she looks at me again, they’re almost glassy. “And I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For not....” Almost imperceptibly, her bottom lip shakes. I steady it with a nice, deep bite until those beautiful brown eyes flutter shut again.

Then, for good measure, I rock my hips just once—a graceful but hard thrust that elicits the cutest fucking cry of pleasure I’ve ever heard.

“Didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“Bullshit. You totally did.”

I laugh and reward her deduction skills with some kisses up and down her jawline. “Fine, I did. But I’ll stop. Continue.”

“I feel bad for not giving you oral. I shouldn’t have let you do it to me, when I knew I wasn’t going to do it back.”

“Ruby, look at me. It’s fine.” I push her hair off her forehead and cross my heart in an X. “I didn’t eat you out because I expected repayment. I ate you out because I wanted to taste your pussy and make you come so hard you begged me to stop.”

Leaning close again, I drag my lips over hers, knowing she can taste herself. “Mission accomplished.”

“But what about you?”

“Did you miss the part where I’m buried balls deep inside you?” To underscore it, I thrust again. Both of us gasp, although mine rolls straight into a laugh. “Trust me, I’m perfectly happy where I’m at.”

One muscle group at a time, she relaxes.

I find a rhythm we both enjoy, though I’m pretty sure we’d enjoy them all. She lifts her shoulders from the sofa, that smooth neck extended to me like an offering, and I can’t help but sink my teeth into it.

“No hickeys,” she pants.

“No problem.” Instead of biting and sucking, I start licking: dragging my tongue up and down, tracing the shape of her windpipe until she’s gripping my head in both hands.

“Theo,” she chokes out, “oh, God...you’ve