"Loud and clear." He gives me a thumbs up and hangs up.

"Is all of this really necessary?" I lift myself off the bed and look around my bedroom. A trail of wires spreads from the light switch that King's standing next to and to the speaker behind me. The window now have a metal frame that I can close and lock if someone tries to come up the fire exit outside.

Tommy hasn't made any moves since the axe incident. It's been quiet on that front and everything finally feels like it is getting back to normal. I've been able to paint and even got some work done for Jean, which he was super ecstatic about.

"Probably not, but I want to make sure that you're okay while I'm gone. Unfortunately, I can't be here to protect you 24/7. This is for peace of mind for me as well." He sets a screwdriver down to the side and flicks the switch up.

The red light above my bed turns off and there's a click at the bedroom door. He turns the knob and opens the door. "Ta-da." He walks in between the door and opens his hands wide like a magician.

I laugh a little and roll my eyes. "How do I know you're not doing this just to trap me inside for your own reasons?" I quip, while making my way toward him.

There's something about him that's pulling me toward him. Maybe, it's the white wife-beater that hugs his chiseled chest. Or that stupid smirk of his.

Every day that passes by, I feel like I'm loosing myself to him.

He smiles and watches me, holding his hands open for me to fall against his chest. These last couple weeks have been so hard on both of us. Although nothing sexual has gone down there is so much tension in the air that I could cut it with a butter knife. Little kisses here and there are the only things that kept me going lately.

Both of us are too scared to take it a little further. To take that next step into the unknown of whatever this is between us. Possibly breaking what we already have.

I press my hands on his chest feeling the toughness of his muscles. He rests his chin on the top of my head and starts to hum. The vibrations move from the top of my head and down to my core. Putting us on the same frequencies.

Both of us have the same idea in mind. There's no need for words. Only action.

Both of us need a little break. Something to break up the monotonousness of it all.

My hands leave his chest and wander down. He sways me side to side to the rhythm of his humming. I can almost recognize the tune if I just give it a little more of my attention. Unfortunately for him, there's something more important on my mind.

My hands circle around the denim oil-covered work jeans and take a firm grip of his ass. I squeeze my palms together and enjoy the little hop of surprise.

He presses his body against me. I bite and pull seductively on his wife-beater. I let my hand wander for a moment away from one of his cheeks, stretching out with a carefree hand to flick the switch behind him.

The red strobe light behind me turns on. The light bounces off the wall around us. A second later, the locks click into place.

Nowhere he can run.

"Looks like we have a Code Red," I tease, walking backward and pulling him towards the bed.

He doesn't try to stop me. We both know that his lunch break ends in ten minutes, but these are the perks of being the boss.

"Is that right?" he mumbles. His hands glide down the side of my hourglass body, stopping behind just above the waist.

I look back at his fingers with fake disapproval. Out of the corner of my eyes, a grin spreads on his face along with his fingers on my ass. With shivering anticipation, his palms fall lower and rest on my ass for a moment before squeezing tight.

I spin around and let out a little yelp. I push him away, the warmth of his hands leaving my body. For a second, I regret my decision. But it goes away as quickly as it appeared.

He falls down on the mattress. The sheets unfurl into the air and a pillow bounces off the bed. His body lifts a couple inches into the air from the spring of the mattress.

Every other second, the red tint from the light bounces off his face. Illuminating the gleam of sweat on his body. He's been working so hard to keep me safe.

He should be rewarded for that. He will be rewarded. In due time.

King plays it cool and props his head on his palm, a finger curling in front. Beckoning me forward.

Always so sly and in control. That's the King that I know.

I roll my eyes until I'm sure he can see the whites. That's when my footing gets taken away. I'm falling down to the ground before I feel King's hands at my sides. Fast like a rattlesnake, he attacks me and throws me onto the bed.

I fall hard on his chest and he holds me still with his hands. I force the breath out of his lungs, blowing my bangs away from my eyes. We both let out a little laugh before we look into each other's eyes.

The intensity of his gaze sends a whirl of blood rushing to my face. I turn away from his stare, heart beating faster than ever before. I feel like I'm about to give a speech in front of a crowd of people. I can feel the sweat gather on my palms just like pre-show jitters.

I sink my head into the crevice of his chest and hide away. I know what's coming up next. Something that I haven't done in years. It's been so long that I'm left wondering if I'm even good at it anymore.

I rub my thighs together and feel the wetness between my legs. At least that part of my body is working. I'd been waiting for this moment ever since that night on my bed. Before we were rudely interrupted by a axe wielding crazy.

A hand moves through my hair and the other down the middle of my back. A shiver rolls up my body, forcing my head up. The moment my mouth is out in the open, he attacks. His lips touch mine with a hunger I've never seen before. A hand of his resting firmly on my ass.

That was always his favorite part of my body.

Never in my life have I felt so small and insignificant than in his arms. I could curl up and dream away the world if it meant being next to him. No one could take me away from him, not even Tommy.

King makes the first move. He's always been braver than me. Veins that run as cold as ice.

His tongue slips into my mouth and I welcome it. The same familiar feeling from weeks ago. It ignites something inside of me.

I run my hand down the side of his jaw, letting the hard stubble of his beard prick my skin. I press my hips down on him and and feel the hardness of his cock between my legs.

I can hardly wait for the next moments. A soft murmur leave my lips and I force my tongue into his mouth, his eyes opening in surprise.

Neither of us are holding back. We attack each other's bodies over and over, trying to remember each other's curves and bumps.

Each roving pass of arms removes an article of clothing. By the end of it, both of us lay bare in front of each. Tattered remains of our clothes mix with the sheets of the bed.

I cover myself for a moment. Unsure of how to feel. It's been so long and it doesn't help that I don't even feel welcomed in my own home anymore.

I steal a glance at his cock. Hard and erect, like I remember it to be. He catches me, but says nothing.

He reaches out with a finger and moves a curl of my brown hair from my eyes, tucking it away behind my ear. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this." His hand leaves my ear and goes down to my fingers that cover my breasts.

Slowly, he peels away my fingers. His chest holds tight and his eyes are heavy on my breasts. There's not a sound inside the room. I'm almost sure that both of us are holding our breaths.

When I let go of my body and let my hands fall to the side, his chest falls. His hand cups my breasts for a moment and begins to knead them.

I close my eyes and let his familiar and forgotten touch warm my body. I'd forgotten how much I missed him.

Almost like a volcano erupting in the night, I open my eyes and lash out at him. He falls down on his back, his cock flicking into the air like a missile.

I give him a quick peck on the cheeks and work my way down his chest. I kiss every inch of him that I can, taking in every new and old tattoo that I'd forgotten about.

With record breaking speed, I reach the edge of his torso. He lifts his head for a moment to watch me, his mouth slightly agape.

I rest a hand on his knees, diverting his attention there. With two fingers, I proceed to walk up his thighs and make the small journey to his erect cock. Almost like a climber about to scale a mountain.

"Oh, just hurry the fuck up," he murmurs, brining his palms to his face and pressing them down and squishing his cheeks.

"You're not the only one who can tease." My fingers reach the end of his hilt and wrap around them, making his head drop down onto the mattress.

Up. Down. Up. Down.

I stroke over and over, letting droplets of his precum gather at his tip. I let myself get reacquainted with his cock. Letting myself remember the slight bend to the left or the purple vein that ran along the right side. Things that I had forgotten about him.

Things that I forced myself to forgot.

Just before the pool of precum drips down his length, I swoop in and let my tongue gather it away. The sweet droplets hit against my tongue and I'm instantly taken back. Every familiar inch of his cock comes to the forefront of my mind as my tongue flicks at it.

King tries to reach out for me, but I bat him away. It's my turn for a little fun.

I hold his cock still and run my tongue along his length, enjoying him squirm for a moment. His hands grip the sheets, pulling at them until they tear. All the while cursing my name.

Out there in the big bad world, Arthur Stone is known as the King. Everyone loves and respects him because of his racing skills. Few go against his words.

But that's not how it works in the privacy of our bedroom.

Here in the bedroom with me, he is nothing but putty in my hands.

Each flick of my tongue makes his thighs shake. Each time my mouth drops down his shaft and it's helm hits the back of my throat, I can hear the sound of his ankles hitting against each other.

Inside the bedroom, he's in my territory. The one place that I can break him and bend him to my will.

It's our little dirty secret.

When I can feel his balls aching and his entire body shaking, I kiss up his body. Soon, I'm on top of him, and my pussy rubs up and down his cock. He runs his hands down my back and digs into my waist, pushing me down. Trying to get inside my velvet tightness.

"Not yet," I almost sing. I take his hands away from my sides and hold them above his head. I close my eyes and let my pussy grow familiar with the length and girth of his shaft.

"Enough of this. I can't take it anymore." He breaks free of my hands and like a wild animal, tosses me over.

He's on top of me, the head of his cock at my entrance. I dig my nails into his back. With one thrust of his hips, he pushes inside of me.

"You're so tight. So very tight." He takes a breath before pushing the rest of his length inside. I'd forgotten how good it felt.

A moan escapes my lips while his body falls down onto me, his teeth taking a bite of my shoulder. His thrusts start out slow. Soon, there's a rhythm to his moves and I lose it all.

The headboard begins against the wall over and over. The familiar red flash of the light above blinds me every other second. His cock stretches me more and more, until he presses it all inside of me. The slam of his sweaty naked body against mine makes me see stars.

There's a ringing in my ears and it's only after the umpteenth thrust, I realize it's his phone. Neither of us have been paying attention to anything else, but each other. None of us care about anything else.

His deep, pleasurable grunts send me over the edge. To know that I can still make him feel this way drives me.

By the time King's ready to release I've lost count of how many times I've finished. I nod to his words. There's no way that I could ever answer him. My mind is in its own little word.

My lips quivers when he begins to slow down. His teeth lets go of my shoulder, pain shooting from it, and his lips fall down on my mouth. Our lips flick against each other and hot air shoots out of our nostrils. The only thing I can hear is the grunts and moans that leave our mouths.

Our bodies shake together as I feel an intense heat between my legs. We both shiver and King lets out a final grunt before falling down to my side. My body shakes a couple times like the aftershock of a earthquake before I can find the energy to look at him.

I bring a tired hand up to his chest and watch it rise and fall with each breath. His eyelids flicker and I'm pretty sure he's passed out until they open in a hurry. King gets on his feet, as if he found a second wind, and lets out a scream. His flaccid cock swings inches away from my face.

The springs underneath groan and sound off as King jumps around the bed. His muscles flex and give way to his gorgeous body.

"God fucking damn, that was amazing." He grunts one more time before he jumps down next to me, pressing his lips against mine as I struggle not to laugh.

It's not a surprise that I fail horribly.

My chest shakes hard, sending my breasts swinging about. King watches them jiggle in every direction, a smile on his face.

He's like a kid on Christmas morning. One that had gotten everything that he wanted from Santa.

I struggle to bring myself from pure exhaustion when he grabs a tit with one hand. He brings his head down and flicks his tongue along the nipple.

The laughter dies immediately and I'm left trying to hold myself together. I rub my thighs and feel the warmth and hunger return. The burning fire inside of me wants more, since I haven't had this much fun in years.

"You can't do that. They're sensitive," I moan with half opened eyes.

When he pulls his lashing tongue away, I look at him. His game face is on.

"I'm ready if you are," he says, as if reading my mind.

I nod and close my eyes, his teeth latching onto my shoulder as his finger strokes inside my pussy.

Chapter 14.

A ray of sunlight breaks through the blinds and manages to hit me right in the eyes. It always has to happen when I'm getting the best sleep of my life. King and I were half-way around the world in my dreams, enjoying the company of each other just like we used to back in college. It's also the first time that I've been able to dream about anything else beside Tommy and that nasally breathing of his.

I toss my hands above my head. My nails chip away at the paint above the headboard. There's a small hole at the top from the constant thumping from last night. I smile to myself as my insides tingle with excitement.

I haven't felt so good in so long.

King snores next to me. Every deep breath that he takes sends his nostrils flaring the next second. His back rises and falls, an arm draped over me. This can't have been more picture perfect.

Everything about last night was just too surreal. Somewhere, in all the lust and hunger, I'd lost count of how many rounds King and I were able to go. It's like the both of us had been saving ourselves for each other these last four years. I rub my thighs together, the welcome feeling of aching passing through me.