Queenie rolls her eyes. “You must really enjoy blue balls, King. Can’t we be spontaneous and hump on each other without all the psychoanalyzing? Let’s get carried away now, and we can talk after.” She drags her nails along my abs.

“I want to date you,” I groan.

This time she’s the one who pulls back. “We’ve already been over this and why that can’t happen right now.”

“I want to take you out for dinner and go to the movies and hang out with you.”

“We already do that, apart from the movies. We throw axes instead.”

“But I don’t get to kiss you good night. Or sleep next to you. I don’t want you to be a secret I have to keep.”

“I guess you’ll need to convince my dad it’s okay for me to date you, then.” She tugs on the back of my neck. “Let’s finish this conversation after we fool around.”

I let her bring our mouths back together, and for a while I get lost in a long, slow kiss. Somehow we end up on the bed, and my shirt gets tossed on the floor. Once the clothes start coming off, things go from hot to frantic, and any thought I had about talking this out disappears.

Just like the time she came to my place, we end up naked, with Queenie straddling my face while she takes me in her mouth. I have no recollection of oral sex ever being this amazing—either the giving or the receiving—but I could literally spend hours in this exact position, or any variation that allows for mutual gratification.

Unfortunately, it starts to become difficult to concentrate after a while because my chest, face, and stomach are getting itchy. I refocus on the feel of her mouth, the vibration of her moans against my erection every time I lick her just the right way, how soft she is on my tongue, and how good she tastes. As distracting as the annoying itch is, I finally warn her I’m going to come soon. She almost knees me in the head as she shifts around.

“Hey, I’m not done with you!” I try to catch her ankle before she can get too far, but all of a sudden I have an excellent view of what she’s doing to me. I groan at the sight of her stretched out between my thighs, fingers wrapped around the base of my erection, lips covering the head, cheeks hollowed out as she sucks. “You are depravedly stunning like this.”

She pops off for a second, tongue circling the ridge, hand moving up and down. “Do you like it when my mouth is full of your cock, Kingston?” Her lips cover the head again and slide back down.

“You have no idea.” I prop myself up on one elbow so I can skim the place where her bottom lip meets the base of my shaft with my thumb, and then along her throat when I feel the head bump the back. I try to remain civilized and respectful, but it’s a challenge when she says things like that and follows it up with deep throating my entire erection. “I want inside all of you like this.”CHAPTER 11

THAT SEEMS RASH

Queenie

I don’t think Kingston realizes that his constant commentary is an absolute turn-on. And it’s not like he ever says anything really and truly dirty. It’s more that he just keeps talking and offering praise in the form of mostly PG statements.

I hum around his erection, determined to actually take all of him, because listening to him lose it is becoming one of my favorite things. His fingertips drag along the soft, sensitive place under my chin, and he grunts his approval.

“I can’t hold off anymore, Queenie,” he warns.

I press my thumb against the spot under his balls, and his fingers slide into my hair, curling to grip the strands as he finally lets go. His expression reflects both hunger and satisfaction.

I’ve always been a fan of oral: obviously receiving is amazing with someone who knows what they’re doing. But I find that with Kingston I love the giving, maybe because he gets so into it, and he likes to give while he gets. I’ve always assumed it would be too much of a distraction, but I’m finding I don’t mind having to split my focus at all.

When he’s spent, he flops back on the mattress with a sigh. “Your mouth is glorious, Queenie.”

“So is yours.” I stretch out beside him. His hair is an absolute mess from my hands having been in it while we were kissing, his face is flushed, and he’s breathing heavily. “You wanna check to see if you have condoms in your room before you get hard again?”

He side-eyes me. “Uh . . . are you serious?”

“I get the shot, but I figure you’d want to be extra safe like the Boy Scout you are. You’ll get hard in, like, five minutes; might as well be prepared for all possible scenarios, don’t you think?”