Instead of pulling off and finishing me with his hand, he responded by grabbing my ass and forcing me deeper into his throat. I tightened my grip on his hair as I came with a gasp. He swallowed me down without complaint, then licked me clean when he finished.
Petting him in a silent show of appreciation, I took a moment to steady myself after another spectacular climax. He responded by standing up and taking off his clothes in a sensuous striptease that my body was too spent to react to. Once he was naked, he led me over to get on the bed with him.
Since I wasn’t quite up to tasting myself on him, I settled for kissing his neck and down to his shoulder. My hand drifted down his defined muscles until I reached his erection. Wrapping my fingers around it, I gave it a few tentative strokes to get used to the feeling of touching another man. Once again, my revulsion was noticeably absent. “Is this okay?”
“Better than okay.” He keened low in his throat. “Please, Knight.”
Having him begging me for more pushed all my buttons. Being in control of his pleasure gave me a hell of a power trip. It made it even more enjoyable to jerk him off as I kissed any part of his body I could reach while lying on my side next to him. Nipping at his skin, I loved how he thrust into my fist. He was so responsive to me; I couldn’t get enough.
Combined with my satiated state, it pushed me to try something I never would have imagined doing before. I sucked on his earlobe before I sensuously moaned, “King.” It was a nickname I had steadfastly refused to address him by because of its regal connotation. However, my curiosity demanded I find out how he would react to it.
He didn’t disappoint me, crying out my name as he came. His cum decorated his stomach as I pumped him until he finished. Even though I was incapable of physical arousal, it was deeply satisfying to be responsible for his orgasm. It was further proof that he was mine.
When he wrapped his arm around me, it allowed me to curl up and rest my head on his shoulder as he recovered. It was a complete mystery to me why the position felt so comfortable. But the afterglow was too good for me to worry about, so for once in my life, I let it go.
Chapter Four
King
I hadbig plans for my first date with Knightley. They were sadly thwarted by the amazing pasta primavera he made me combined with jet lag from returning home after the Australian Open. I crashed hard after dinner from overexhaustion but did my best to rally when he took me into his bedroom.
Like the rest of his house, it was enormous, elegant, and staged as if it were the feature spread in an interior design magazine. His king-sized bed had clean white linens that reminded me of a classy hotel. With oversized fluffy pillows, it beckoned me to curl up and go to sleep rather than go wild.
I hugged Knightley, who was strong enough for me to surrender myself to. He held me tight, which was something I had spent the past five years dreaming about enjoying. With my cheek pressed against his cream-colored cashmere sweater as I listened to the steady beat of his heart, I became more puddle than man.
“Should I be worried?” His voice sounded more amused than concerned. All that mattered was he didn’t let go of me. If he had, I might have melted to the floor without his support.
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled against his chest. “You made me relax too much, so jet lag is kicking my ass.”
I loved the sound of his rumbling chuckle. “Oh, so it’smyfault you’re falling asleep standing up?”
“Take it as a compliment.” I stifled a yawn. “I just need my second wind to kick in, then we can have some real fun.”
“That sounds like a challenge to see if I can wake you up.” He tilted my chin up to bless me with a teasing kiss that made at least one part of my anatomy perk up. I loved how he kissed to win, refusing to be defeated on any playing field.
I didn’t resist as he undressed me, and I savored the show he put on of stripping out of his clothes. But while my dick was ready to make things happen, my body was sluggish and disconnected.Get your head in the game!
Our naked bodies pressing against each other made me moan. I became even more aroused by his hard length pressing against me. How many nights had I spent fantasizing about being with Knightley? It was a dream come true that he had agreed to be my boyfriend. I didn’t want to ruin our first date by not being appreciative enough of the opportunity to be with him.
He refocused my attention when he teased my hardness. His calloused palm from decades of playing tennis was a huge turn-on for me. I loved Knightley’s roughness, whether it was his hand or his gruff personality. Having him fuck me with his raging anger after the press conference had been the hottest sex of my life. I desperately wanted him to dominate me the same way he tried to on the court. But I also had to make him work for it, because he’d never enjoy an easy victory over me.
“Get on the bed.”
The authoritative tone in his voice had my body obeying before I processed his words. It was a mistake, because as soon as I lay down, my will to move again deserted me. His mattress and sheets were the most comfortable I had ever had the privilege to enjoy, which made my exhaustion increase tenfold. “Why would you leave this bed when it’s sowonderful? I want to sleep here forever.”
He sat beside me with a bemused expression. “So much for that second wind, huh?”
“I’m sorry,” I apologized through a yawn. “Between the tournament, the long trip home, the jet lag, the delicious dinner, and this spectacular bed, it’s making me aware of howtiredI am. You have no idea how mad I am at myself right now.”
“Why are you mad?”
I had a particular weakness for powerful and defined arms, which caused me to reach out and run my hand up his. The corded muscles made my hard-on twitch with interest. “Because I had so many plans for our sexy evening together, but my stupid body isn’t cooperating with me to make it happen. There’s nothing enjoyable for you about me being pliant and complacent.”
He ran his fingers along the underside of my erection with an uncertain noise. “I’m not so sure about that. Maybe I’d enjoy you being compliant and at my mercy.”
“There’s only one way to find out.” I spread my legs and reached down to tease my hole. Maybe if he got my lust firing on all cylinders, it’d wake the rest of me up, too. “Show me what you’ve got.”
There was a spark of excitement in his blue eyes that made me think maybe I underestimated his interest in having me be completely submissive. I had assumed he’d always require me putting up a bit of a fight. He moved to fetch a bottle of lube out of his nightstand and then settled between my legs. “Can you handle it?”
