Tempting a King (King Family Romance Book 1) by Isla Drake (small books to read .txt) 📗

move to stand closer to her, putting an arm around her shoulders. She leans into me, setting my body alight with memories of her naked in my arms. She sucks in a shaky breath and I wonder if she’s remembering the way I felt inside her. I wonder if she’s as full of need as I am.

“Hannah.” My voice is a harsh whisper in the quiet of the night. I don’t know what I planned to say, but it doesn’t matter because in the next instant, she turns in my arms and her mouth is on mine.

My arms lock tightly around her, pressing every inch of her soft, warm curves against me. Her hand curls around my neck, fingers twining in my hair while her mouth is fused to mine. Her tongue swirls against mine and I stop thinking altogether. My hands smooth up her back under her shirt, loving the feel of her bare skin on mine. I bring one hand around to cup her breast, feeling the nipple pebble against the satin bra. I want nothing more than to strip her naked right here and hear her cry out as I bring her to orgasm. I remember the sounds she made when she came apart in my arms the other night and my cock turns to iron.

I drag my lips down Hannah’s neck, nibbling and kissing as I go. Her hand trails down to brush against my rock-hard erection and I groan. She makes a little noise of appreciation.

“I didn’t have time to properly appreciate this the other night,” she says in a breathy whisper. I feel her unzipping my pants. A mixture of surprise and anticipation courses through me. I’ve never imagined Hannah would be this bold. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it. When she reaches into my pants and takes me in her hand, I suck in a breath. Hannah grips me tightly and gives me one long, slow stroke from base to tip, squeezing slightly when she gets to the head.

“You’re so hard.” She kisses me again. “It’s kind of flattering.”

I grin. “You have that effect on me. It’s made for quite a few uncomfortable work days over the years.”

She strokes my cock again and I thrust against her grip. Hannah smiles at me, her teeth gleaming in the dark.

“I wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

She’s on her knees before I can fully understand what she intends. It’s not so dark that I can’t make out her form as she kneels there, my dick in her hands. Her tongue darts out and she gives me a long, leisurely lick that swirls around the head of my cock. My eyes fall closed and I clench my fists at my sides. Hannah sucks me into her hot mouth, using her tongue and her hands all at once. So many sensations are washing over me that it’s hard to focus on anything other than overwhelming pleasure. With each bob of her head, she takes me deeper into her mouth and I get closer to losing control. I bury a hand in her hair, not to hold her but because I can’t not touch her in some way.

Hannah varies her movements, keeping me hovering on the edge of release. She takes me deeper into her hot, wet mouth each time. I can feel the moment her throat relaxes enough to take all of me. I groan as Hannah works my cock with her mouth and throat. My grip tightens in her hair, but I’m careful not to hurt her. She makes a little noise of appreciation in her throat that I can feel all the way to my balls.

“God, Hannah,” I groan. I thrust my hips experimentally, feeling my cock slide down her hot throat once more. Hannah grips my thighs as she pulls back before taking me down her throat again. I thrust slowly into her mouth and she takes me each time. I feel my balls tighten as I get closer to my release.

“I’m so close.” My voice is a guttural growl that I barely recognize.

Hannah doesn’t stop, though. She hollows her cheeks, sucking me deep into her throat. Her nails dig into my thighs, the slight pain mixing with the pleasure of her mouth on me. My hands tighten in her hair. I’m holding on by a thread, so close to the edge.

“I think it’s down this way.”

The voice cuts through the night and my pleasure-soaked brain has just enough sense left to pull my dick free of Hannah’s mouth and yank her to her feet. We both turn to face the forest while I try to shove my hard-on back into my pants and Hannah runs her fingers through the mess I made of her hair. The sound of multiple sets of footsteps echoes through the night toward us. I hear more people talking now, but their tones are lower, and I can’t make out their words. They’re getting closer to where Hannah and I are standing, though. I look over at Hannah to see that she’s stopped working on her hair and is looking back at me. In her eyes there’s still a hint of desire but it’s mixed with amusement. Her mouth is quirked up like she’s fighting off a smile. She’s beautiful. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her, but the newcomers arrive halting my words in my throat.

I put my arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to my side as we turn and walk back the way we’d come. We pass a group of five teenagers as they make it to the gazebo. They all seem to pause and look at us for a moment as though surprised anyone is here. Hannah gives them a little wave as we pass then wraps both arms around my waist, leaning her head on my shoulder. The pier is narrow, but walking this close together, we make our way back. We don’t speak as we walk