The Arrogant Architect (8 page)

Opening my lips, I take him in, loving his taste, so sweet.
Moving my head up and down, I work his length, getting to know his every detail
as he begins to test my limits, pushing himself in a little further each time.
I keep my breathing in control to stop from gagging. His fingers are wound into
the back of my hair and I can tell he’s working hard to keep from pushing
things too far, too fast. But I want more of him. Taking my hand, I reach
between his legs and splay my fingers over his tight ass and keep pushing him,
urging him to fill my mouth. He looks down at me, groaning, his mouth hung open
and I realize then as my nose is touching his stomach that this is it. “You
like your mouth around my cock, don’t you?”

I nod the best I can as I swallow him up. My pussy is
dripping wet. This is so different than I thought it would be. He’s so gentle,
not rough at all as we work so well together. His grunts deepen and he asks me,
“Do you want my cum?”

“Mmmhhh,” I hum against his length, and he lets go of his
dick, holding onto both sides of my face as he comes down my throat. I swallow
his warmth right up.

Both of us are out of breath as he pulls out of my mouth and
removes my panties, before gently setting me down on the counter. He studies my
pussy like it’s a work of art and asks me, “Are you on the pill?” I nod once
and before I can say anything, he’s buried deep inside me. I reach for anything
to hold onto as my back is crushed against the mirror. He feels
un-fucking-believable, holding onto my hips, as I look down at him moving in
and out of me. Already ready to come, never having been with a man so eager or
so into me the way that King is.

The sound of our bodies echoes off the tile bathroom walls,
and he pulls me closer to him, his arms locked behind my back as he kisses my
neck, slamming into me. I hold onto him, feeling so full of bliss that it’s
unreal. Everything is blazing from my head to my toes.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans and it pushes me over the
edge. His hard cock stuffing in and out of me, it’s too much to fight back the
orgasm and my body trembles from the inside out.

“Yes, King,” I scream with my hand buried in his hair, and
then he tenses for a moment before shuddering and coming himself.

“Goddamn,” he bellows, slowly milking his dick inside me.

I can’t get rid of the smile that is on my face, looking
into his blue eyes as he is so breathless. With his cock still inside of me,
neither of us moves or says a thing. Our bodies still connected together, the
strum of his heartbeat beneath my fingertips and what he just did to me, has my
mind spinning. 

“Will you call in today?” King asks me, naked and wrapped
around me like an octopus.

“I can’t. My boss already hates me after the incident with
you on my birthday.”

“I’ll come in with you and tell him it was all a mistake.”

“Oh, now you wanna help?” I tease him.

“I wanted to then.”

“Then why didn’t you?”

“Because you made me mad.”

“What, are you in kindergarten?” I ask him.

“I feel like it some days. Come on, call in. I’ll pay you
whatever you make in an entire year to hang out with me today.”

“See? There you go again. You’ve got to stop– you can’t
throw your money around to try and get your way.”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles, using his newfound word wisely.

“Come on, get up and I’ll cook you breakfast.”

“Please?” he begs me in a last-ditch attempt. There is pain
in his eyes, and for a brief moment, I actually consider calling in today.

“No, no, no.” I throw the covers off us and squirm out of
his hold. Looking back at my bed, he is so gorgeous, sprawled naked across it
like a sex god sent down from the heavens.

“Please?” he begs me one last time, reaching for me and I
toss him his pants from the bathroom floor and walk out to the kitchen wearing
my thin baby blue robe. “Do you like pancakes?” I ask him.

“I like pussy.”

“King,” I scold him.

I see him wrestling with his pants out of the corner of my
eye, and I begin to prepare our meal. He comes out of my room with the
silver-framed letter from my mom in his hand and says, “Was this from her this
year? When I made a terrible mess of the day?”

“It was.” I take the frame from him, rereading her letter,
and it still breaks my heart. The other night, I started unpacking and her
letters are items I got out of the boxes first. Setting it on the counter, I
change the subject, knowing that I don’t want to go back to that dark place
right now. “What do you have planned today?”

“Nothing, I cleared my whole calendar for you.”

“Stop it, you did no such thing.”

“I did too.”

I pour the batter onto the hot cast iron skillet and King
looks up at the one hanging from the ceiling that he bought me and asks, “Are
you ever gonna use this one?”

“I don’t think so. It’s got so much history to it that I
don’t even think I can wash it.”

He nods in apparent understanding and I tell him, “There’s
coffee in the pot and cream in the fridge.”

“Do you want a cup?” he asks.

“Sure.” Then I tell him how I like it and watch how
precisely he makes it. “Are you a perfectionist at everything?” I ask him.

He stops stirring and looks over at me. “Why would you think
that?”

“I don’t know, the way you do things, and dress, and analyze
everything.”

“How about how I fuck?” he asks, handing me the coffee as I
take a plate out of the cabinet to put the pancakes on.

“And that too.”

“So you liked it?”

“A lot.”

“Good, that was my goal. You do have a fine pussy. When can
I enter it again?”

“I’m off work at six.”

“Can I pick you up?”

“Sure, that would be great.”

Taking a warm pancake, I tear a piece off and place it in
his mouth. He eats it so happily, moaning each time he chews. “You like it?”

“I fuckin’ love it. I could eat mine just like this.”

“Really?” I ask and he nods at the plate insinuating that I
give him more. Taking another piece, I take a bite and then give him some. We
stand together in my kitchen, eating our entire breakfast this way. I’ve never
fed another person, but feeding King has got to be the sexiest thing in the
entire world.

_____

“Faster,” Ross yells at me as I whip a bowl of glaze for the
steak that Emilio is pulling off the grill. “Yes, Chef,” I yell.

For some reason Ross let me back on the main line today and
I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s because he’s testing me again and thinks I’ll
fail, or maybe ‘cause King ended up calling him after all, and told him the
blow up thing was his friend being a dick and not my fault. Not sure if he
believed him, but whatever, I really don’t care. It feels so good to be back in
this place. My arm is burning from hand whipping the glaze, but the pain is
worth it. Emilio sets the steak down and says, “One filet mignon, medium rare,
Chef.” I drizzle the glaze over it and add the sides, then wipe the plate clean
as I yell, “Order up,” placing it in the window with the ticket.

“All right, everyone, shift swap. Lunch crew, you’re out.
Dinner crew, you’re up,” Ross says and like a well-oiled machine we all trade
places. It’s one of the perks of working here. Our days are never twelve to
sixteen hours like most chefs, instead eight to ten hours at the most. Stepping
back from my post that I manned all day, my fingers are sore and my back is
burning.

“Great job today, Ever,” Ross says, walking into the office.

“Thanks,” I respond, shocked by his words. It is the first
compliment he has given me in a long time.

Changing out of my clothes into the spare I brought with me
in the bathroom, I then wash my hands and spray some perfume on me to hide the
food smell that sticks with me after work. Digging in my purse for some gum, my
phone chimes and I see a message from King.
I’m here.

I’ll be right out.

“Bye, guys,” I say as I wave and walk out the back door.

King is parked in the exact spot he dropped me off at this
morning and he spots me right away. Getting out of his car, he hugs me tightly,
nuzzling my neck before kissing my lips. “I missed you,” he says.

“Me too.” And it’s the truth, when my mind wasn’t consumed
with a million orders, I was thinking about him and the time we spent together.

He opens the door for me and I slide right in, loving
finally being off my feet.

He gets in too and I tell him, “Sorry if I stink.”

“You don’t stink. What do you want to do?”

“I don’t care,” I tell him. “What do you do on Sunday
nights?”

“Well, typically I volunteer at the senior center and then
pick a hooker up on my way home. That’s after I bet on a few illegal
cockfights.”

“Classy. Sign me up for all of that. Can I get my own hooker
though?”

“Sure, why not?” he grins and then says, “For real though, I
really don’t do much. I work and go to the gym, then relax and work on my
current projects.”

“Relaxing sounds nice. I’m sore from today.”

“I have a hot tub, if you wanna soak for a bit.”

“Oh my God. Yes, I’d love to. Could you stop at my house so
I can grab a swimming suit?”

“You won’t need one.”

“No?” I question.

“No, I mean, if you wanna grab one, that’s fine, I’d love to
see you in it, but I’ll have you naked before you hit the water. My balls are
screaming at me, thinking of everything we did yesterday. I could barely get
any work done today.”

“I know what you mean.”

“So you calling in tomorrow, or what?”

“Don’t have to, Mistee is working for me. She needs the
money.”

“You asked?” he gasps.“I’m surprised.”

“Are you?”

“No, I knew you’d come to your senses. So, I’ve got
twenty-four hours with you all alone?”

“More like thirty-six.”

He looks over at me with that grin and it turns me on
tremendously. I’m not sure what to expect over the next thirty-six hours, but
if it involves King and sex and a hot tub, I don’t think there is anything
better in the world.

Pulling up to King’s lavish home, it is amazing and not at
all what I expected him to live in. I thought his house would be modern with
all sorts of angled roofs and lots of glass, but this is the complete opposite.
He puts his car in park as I gaze out at the six carved pillars that hold up
the two-story marble fortress. They look like they are dubbed from the White
House and I say, “Do you just park right here?”

“Yeah,” he responds with a grin on his face. “Where else
would I park?”

Still ogling his massive Old World home that is a stone’s
throw away from me, I tell him, “I don’t know…a garage?”

“It’s a farther walk and you’re sore from work.”

“You know…you really do have a nice side to you; you should
show it more often.”

He rolls his eyes and says, “Nah, I really don’t.” Then he
gets out of the car and helps me out. Standing with him, we admire his home and
I ask him, “Did you design this?”

“I wish. I restored it. It was pretty run down when I bought
it.”

“What was it originally used for?” I ask craning my neck as
my eyes explore the stunning exterior.

“It was used by an old safe deposit box company in the
1800’s. It opened about a hundred and fifty years ago. It was one of the
first.”

“Shut up.”

“No joke, there are still boxes inside. I’ll show you.”

He reaches down and grabs my hand, which I happily take,
loving the way our fingers feel locked together. He unlocks the front door
using a keypad and says to me, “The code is 5379, if you ever need it.”

I smirk as we walk in. “That doesn’t mean you’re getting the
key to my place back.”

Kissing my cheek, he tells me, “Don’t worry, I have plenty
of spares to your house.”

“King,” I yell and hit his shoulder, but the moment we make
it through his foyer and into the main part of his home, I stop my rant.
Enjoying the beauty of this amazing space. Everything about it is perfect.

The floor is as it was a hundred years ago, the walls, even
his decorating all blend in, and as I turn to him, he asks me, “Do you like
it?”

“Did you do all this yourself?”

“Yeah, this is what I do, Ever.”

Closing my eyes, I can imagine how it was back in the day.
But King pulls me out of my trance, taking me from room to room to room. And as
we standin the middle of his bedroom, I want him so badly.

But he keeps showing me more. I can see now firsthand why he
has been named a genius in the architectural world. His work is breathtaking
and hearing him talk about it shows me how passionate he is about everything.
Opening a set of French doors that line the east side of his room, he steps out
onto a huge rooftop deck. “Now, this I added,” he says and the breathtaking
views of the Atlantic Ocean are something out of a movie.

“Are you sure you didn’t move this house here? This location
is perfect.”

I walk to the railing and look out at the vast ocean. King
wraps his arms around me from behind, his scent intoxicating to my cogent
thinking. Closing my eyes, I breathe him in and get lost in the noise of the
ocean, mixed with him.

Tenderly, he kisses my neck, sending a chill through my
body. I shiver from head to toe and he nudges his cock against me. Reaching
back, I take it in my hand and grip it through his pants. Quickly he unzips
them, letting them fall to the ground. I look around, my eyes wild. “Are you
crazy?” I whisper.

“For you.” He lifts my tank top above my head and my breasts
spring free, nipples hard the moment the air touches them.

“Are you sure no one can see us up here?”

“So what if they can?” He leans down and wraps his warm lips
over one of my nipples. With his shaft back in my hand, I eagerly tug it, the
sensation running through my veins is too good to fight.

He shimmies my pants and underwear down, then slides two
fingers into me. My eyes roll back in my head as he holds me in his arms. “I
love your pussy,” he murmurs working my insides, and I am lost under his spell.

I let go of his cock and brace my weight on the railing,
wrapping my legs firmly around him. He doesn’t waste one second before entering
me and I clench my pussy right away as he pumps me for what feels like ten
minutes or ten seconds…I’m so lost. The force of the fullness is too much and
without warning, I come hard, his shaft taking my body where he wants. My full
body convulsing as I scream into his neck and he grunts right along with me,
letting go at the precise time I do. “Fuck,” he grunts, still slamming into me
as we both come back to reality. “I could fuck you all night.”

“Well…you do have thirty-six hours.”

A naughty grin spans his face and he carries me back inside.
His cock still pulsating and hard inside me as he lays me on his plush bed. My
eyes are heavy as he splays his hand over my stomach, moving in and out of me
again. Fucking me like a machine. God, the stamina he has is mind-blowing.

Each thrust is blissful, my body so hot as he pushes me to
my max. Filling me full of his huge cock. “Fuck, King,” I whine.

“That’s it, let me hear you, baby.”

I moan louder and harder, his hand still over my stomach as
he rocks me. “Yes, like that,” I tell him as he adjusts his angle and rubs my
G-spot.

“Is that what you like?” His voice is rough and I look deep
into his eyes, wanting to respond. But can’t. I’m right there. He takes both of
his hands and presses me into the bed, still standing on the floor, and I
freeze as an orgasm so fucking intense shocks my body from the inside out.

It takes a moment for the pleasure to roll through me, then
wildly, I yell his name, which only makes him fuck me harder and that makes the
come that much more intense. Gripping the sheets beneath me as King gives me
one good slam, I’ve already come to recognize as his signature move that he
does right before he comes inside me, as I relish in the fullness of his cock
and his cum.

He pushes every drop inside me, and I run my fingers through
his messy hair as his head hangs down low. “I can’t stop,” he tells me, still
moving.

And I can’t help but giggle reminding him, “We have
thirty-six hours.”

“It’s not enough, I could fuck you for thirty-six hours
straight and still need more of you.”

Cupping his face in the palm of my hand, which he nudges
against like it holds the key to his next breath, I tell him, “I kinda have to
pee.”

“Then pee.”

“Yuck,” I shout and hit him.

He smirks and slowly pulls out of me. “See? That feeling, I
don’t like it. I need to be inside you.”

I look down at his cock, all shiny from fucking, and walk to
the bathroom. “You’re a piece of work, King.”

“You do this to me, Ever,” he shouts after me.

I smile as I use the restroom, admiring the artwork on the
wall. It is of an old worn-down building. When I first met King, I would have
never guessed by the way he looks or his tattoos that he would be into this
sort of stuff. Walking back into the bedroom, King is nowhere to be seen.
“King?” I shout.

“I’m out here,” he says.

And I walk back onto the rooftop deck, covering my naked
body as I exit the house. King is removing the lid to his hot tub and says, “No
one can see us up here, I promise.”

“Why did you say they could earlier?” I look around and
before I can scan the whole area, he swoops me off my feet, kissing my lips as
he carries me into the hot tub. “I was just fuckin’ with you.” The water is hot
and stings my skin. I flinch in his hold and ask him, “Don’t you think this is
hot?”

“A little. Find pleasure in the pain, Ever.”

With my arms wrapped around his neck, I look deep into his
blue eyes. “What?” he asks me.

“Nothing.”

“What are you thinking, when you look at me?”

“I don’t know.”

“Tell me,” he requests and I find my heart stammering
against my chest unable to put together the right words, so I say to him, “You
tell me.”

He tilts his head to the side and takes a hand out from
beneath the water, gently touching my lips. I love looking down at his tattoos.
They do something to me inside, awakening me. “I’m thinking you are the most
beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.”

“What else?” I ask, loving his words.

He kisses my lips, his thumb in between us, and then he
says, “I’m wondering if this is a dream, afraid of what will happen when I wake
up.”

“It’s not,” I tell him.

“I’m wondering if you’re the one.”

“Am I?” I ask automatically, my heart racing a million miles
a minute having a conversation of this caliber with a man like this, so fresh
into our relationship.

“I hope.” He kisses me again, and I hold him back, so
touched by his honesty.

“Your turn,” he says as he pulls back.

“I’m wondering why, out of all the women in the world, a guy
like you would choose a girl like me.”

“What does that mean?” he asks, confusion covering his
features.

“Why me?” I flat out ask.

“You’re perfect.”

I’m far from it.”

“Tell me more.”

I smile, loving that he wants into my head. “I’m wondering
what we are. Where this is going.”

“What do you want us to be?” he flips the question back.

“I don’t know.”

“Then that’s what we are,” he says and I shake my head; his
exasperating nature didn’t leave for long. “I’m serious,” I tell him.

“Me too. Maybe we should Google how to categorize a
relationship based off of skull fucking.”

“Oh my God, King!”

“Come on, Ever, I’m only joking. We’re dating, monogamously,
if that’s what you want.”

“It is.”

“Okay, me too.”

Leaning down, he kisses me and I close my eyes, the warmth
of the water and pressure of his arms around me is too picture-perfect. Kissing
him back, his question rings in my head,
am I the one?
So I ask myself
the same thing, could he be the one?