King Me Read online Lucy Lennox (Forever Wilde #7)

Categories Genre: Crime, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Forever Wilde Series by Lucy Lennox
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Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 97071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
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“That’s a story for another time. I’m sick and tired of talking about Elek Kemény. I’d much rather talk about how to get your clothes off and more of your skin against mine.”

I rolled on top of King and brushed my lips across his cheek. “I thought you hated me,” I whispered as I continued to kiss him. He made a delicious little sighing sound and reached around to grab my ass.

“Is liking someone a requirement for having sex with them? Asking for a friend.”

I could feel his smile under my lips. “Certainly not. It just takes consent and a hard cock.” Both my hands went into his hair so I could tilt his head and devour his mouth. When he pulled back gasping for air, his chest heaved.

“Both are yours for the taking.” His erection pressed up into my stomach in invitation. I reached down and began shoving at his sleep pants. By the time I got them off, I was far enough down the bed that his cock was in my face.

I nuzzled his sac and kissed his inner thigh, taking my time to enjoy every minute of it. I wasn’t stupid enough to think I’d ever get to do it again. Sure, maybe while we were still here in Greece, suspended in this unusual set of circumstances, but I wanted to gather up as many sensory experiences with him to take home, to replay in the quiet darkness of my house.

King’s hands landed softly on my head, and his soft sounds of pleasure drifted into the room. There was always something otherworldly about this time of night, but when you were halfway across the globe with a beautiful naked man underneath you, it was something else altogether.

My hands mapped his legs, his hips, his belly, and upwards to his chest while my mouth explored the tender skin around the top of his thighs. His cock was warm and hard, begging for attention, but I loved teasing him, making him wait for it.

I looked up at him. “Do I need to use a condom?”

“Huh?”

“I’m negative and on PrEP, but if you—”

“Negative and PrEP too. No condom. Just… please.”

I returned to teasing him relentlessly. Finally, when he made a plaintive whimpering sound, I licked along his length and suckled the tip before taking his cock into my mouth and running my tongue all around it.

“Oh god, yes. Fuck,” he said, hands tightening on my scalp. “Please don’t stop.”

I sucked him while I continued to explore his body with my fingers. Muscles twitched under his warm skin as I skated my hands across his shoulders and arms.

“Falcon…” His voice was rough and deep. “You… oh god. I can’t… gonna….”

He arched up and shot down my throat, sucking in a sharp breath before muttering curse words and bending his legs up so he could use them to push deeper into my throat for a moment before collapsing underneath me.

One taste of the man and I was addicted.

I moved up, trailing soft kisses along his stomach to his chest and along the column of his throat until I got to his stubbled jaw.

King’s eyes were half-lidded as he gazed at me. His hand came up to run fingers through my hair. “That’s a much better use of your mouth than grumbling, old man.”

I snorted. “You think?”

“Mm-hmm.”

My cock was still hard, and he was even sexier postorgasm than before. But there was no way I wanted to disturb his blissed-out state. He looked on the verge of drifting off, but I could tell he didn’t want to leave me in the lurch.

“Sleep,” I murmured, kissing him on the lips before settling down to snuggle him close. I prayed he wouldn’t want to move over to his own bed now that he’d had his orgasm. For some reason, I wanted more from our encounter. Or maybe I just didn’t want it to end.

I knew once we were no longer in bed together, the magic would evaporate, leaving us back where we started and where we’d always be.

FBI agent and art thief.

Two people who could never have any kind of future together.

“Falcon?” King’s sleepy voice was soft and sweet.

“Hm?”

“Sometimes after an op, I wish someone would hold me down face-first and fuck me into the mattress.”

I was too stunned to speak. My dick throbbed back to life against King’s hip as my brain went completely offline.

King continued, only this time I could hear the easy flirtation in his sleepy tone. “And, well, we had an op today…”

Before he got the last word out, I’d shoved him over onto his stomach and fumbled the bottle of lube out of my bag. Within moments, I was prepping him as quickly as I could and shoving myself into the tight grip of his body.

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King

Thank fuck.

My feelings had been too real, too mushy, too terrifying. The FBI agent had snuggled me for god’s sake. First he’d reassured me about my family because he’d recognized how upset I was, and then the man had shown me genuine affection by pulling me close and encouraging me to drift off rather than reciprocate.


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