Undressed by the King Book 2

Lucein

I didn’t need further words. What Nicollete said was enough. Her invitation was damn clear as crystal.

I closed the gap that distanced us and looped my arm around her waist. Wanting to tease her a bit, I didn’t claim her mouth yet. My face just hovered several millimeters away from her.

Our warm breaths mixed, turning into that kind of inhale that sends a buzz to the head. It was intoxicating.

“Lucein…,” Nicollete breathed out, clearly impatient. She parted her mouth, pressed her chest against mine and tiptoed to reach me.

I grinned, amusement and pleasure filling my eyes. “Nicollete, are you aching for me?”

I watched her lips close and open again, but this time her tongue darted out to wet her bottom lip. “Yes, I am.”

“Metana,” I replied, but remembered she doesn’t understand Zaxonian, so I translated. ”Good, because I am certainly going to make you ache even more.

“Bring you to holiness.

“Give you the kind of experience no woman here on Earth has ever experienced.”

“Shut up and just kiss me Lucein,” she hissed at me while her arms tightened around my neck.

Hell, what a wildcat.

Leaning forward, I grazed my lips along her cheek. She whimpered a little. Then, I bit the tip of her ear. She moaned from deep within her throat. “Dammit. You are killing me.”

Chuckling, I threaded my fingers through her wonderful locks. “I am, am I?”

“Yes,” she clarified, frowning.

And then, two mouths crashed. Moist on moist. Soft on soft. Both eager to explore. Both eager to taste.

I gripped her hair to the root and pressed her face even more to mine, angling it to the side, so I’d have better coverage when plundering.

I am hungry for her. Very hungry.

No words could even express how much my Kerrilian side wanted to devour this virgin woman alive.

But I held my other side at bay. We would get to that part soon, very soon.

For the time being, I wanted to relish the time exploring my desime’s body.

My tongue twisted around hers. Hers recoiled but sprang back with a vengeance.

But I’m the king. It’s my job and damn nature to be dominant, so I sucked her tongue, drew it inside my mouth like it was her sweet, sweet nipples.

She whimpered lightly, hauled in a breath, and pushed me back against a coconut trunk.

My swelling shaft instantly hit her mound.

I growled low in frustration. I fucking wanted our first night to be long and full of foreplay. If she kept this up, I might end up breaking the hotel bed.

I grabbed the top of her dress.

She grabbed me by the collar.

I was the one with the quicker hands, for in just a second, her maxi dress top was down at her waist.

Her strapless brassiere was the only thing between pleasure and propriety.

I chose not to touch it, yet. I’ll have plenty of time later for that.

She followed by ripping the first two buttons out of my shirt. Feeling impatient, I interrupted her by finishing the others.

Rather the same as the previous night, if you ask me.

Her hands immediately claimed territory of my chest. Feeling it. Palming it from the clavicle down to the slabs of muscle a king of a powerful kingdom was expected to have.

She purred when her hands made their way down the lower region of my abdomen and two of her fingers inadvertently hit the tip of my bulge.

“Shit, Lucein,” she groaned, breaking the contact of our kissing.

I bit on her lower lip and sucked on it before saying, “Do you have a barrel full of curse words, Nicollete? You’ll certainly need it now.”

In one swift motion, I cupped her butt, lifted her up to me, and lapped the length of her neck. She responded by hooking her legs around my waist, tightened it like a damn constrictor.

“I don’t have that, Lucein, but I have a feeling the word ‘fuck’ is all I need,” she whispered just above my forehead.

My chest vibrated, giving off a pleased sound as I continued to tongue my way into her breast.

I didn’t think of her as a woman who’d use crass words, but I’d take it. After all, I enjoy some dirty talking, once in a while.

She raked my hair, angled her body to give me more of her skin, and then I felt the wetness of her pussy against my beltline.

Holy fuck.

“Hold on tight because I’m taking you somewhere else,” I told her, feeling impatient, feeling ready to slide my way to home.

“Mmhhh?” was her only reply when we materialized in a bedroom. My bedroom.

The foot of the bed hit my legs, I turned, and let the warm sheets welcome us.

“Good heavens, this transporting thing always steals my breath,” Nicollete voiced. She scanned the whole room while I noted the fascination in her eyes.

My room was just two doors away from her and the same type of suite, but with a different interior design. Mine had an air of masculinity with white and dark mahogany shades painted all over the walls.

“You’ll get used to it. I prefer getting into bed in a snap.”

Her head shook in disbelief. “You are seriously abnormal, Lucein.”

The corner of my mouth tipped upward. “I’ll take that as a compliment, desime.”

With her legs still hooked around my waist, I rounded the mattress and halted at the right side of the bed.

Her eyes, full of silent consent, met my desirous ones as I arranged her. Her back hit the plush pillows. Her hair spread throughout like wild daisies in a field meant for her.

I felt a quicksilver thrill to finally see her under me, willing and burning with need.

“I want you, Nicollete,” I said as I knelt in between her legs.

“You’ve established that many times now.” She gave me a wry smile.

I leaned forward and crashed my lips into hers.

We made the most out of our mouth fucking while our hands busied themselves with our bodies. Mine reached down in between her legs and found their way into her rosy softness, beneath her black bikini.

Nicollete gasped when my fingertips touched it, separating the lips with care and deliberate slowness.

I withdrew from our kiss and watched her eyes squeeze shut in utter pleasure. Then, I focused great attention on her bud, swirling my two fingers around and coaxing it to swell.

She cried out my name and looked at me with need. With clear arousal. “Lucein…,” she uttered weakly.

“You’re so wet, desime. Just like before,” I pointed out while rubbing her sex back and forth. Slowly. Very slowly. Wanting to gratify her. Wanting to build her up to reach her climax.

In response, she lifted her hips together with the soft sound of a moan.

Multitasking, I drew half of my attention to her still-covered breasts. They were quaking, asking for my mouth, and so, with my other hand, I unclasped her brassiere from the back without difficulty.

Her engorged nipples came to view instantly, pink and fresh and desirable to suckle.

My greedy mouth closed in on one of them, licking the lovely bud first before wrapping it with my lips.

Her hands that had been busily exploring my backside came down to unzip my pants.

I groaned at the slight touching of the fabric against my tip. Hell, if I hadn’t schooled myself to be in control, I would have already wasted myself.

It didn’t take long for my cock to burst free.

She welcomed it into her palm, caressing the smooth length from the head down to the base.

I cursed in my mind. Shit.

For an untainted woman, Nicollete sure knew how to turn a man insane.

She wrapped her legs around me just as I transferred my attention to the other nipple.

“Ahhh…”She was too wet, too aroused, too ready for me, so I withdrew my fingers from her pussy and started undressing her.

Together with her maxi dress, I pulled down her bikini. She lifted her hips up and aided me taking it off.

Once she was naked, I stripped myself in record time.

Nicollete’s gaping mouth was what I noticed first after I threw my pants away. “Hell…you’re an alien,” she told me.

I grinned at her. “I am an alien. I don’t reside on Earth, remember?”

“God, Lucein…you’re so—”

I didn’t let her finish.

It’s nice to hear her boost up my ego, but in that moment, I was too engorged to want to talk.

With my mouth latched on hers, I positioned myself in between her thighs again.

Being in that spot. So, so right. I’d give away my kingdom to be inside her cradle of life every damn night.

I parted her dripping sex with my fingers again.

It was my main objective to get that craved orgasm I had been yearning for so long, but first, I wanted Nicollete to feel it.

Focusing on my fingertips, I released a little of my energy current right into her folds.

She arched up high and whimpered when she felt the unexpected sensation. “Lucein!” she exclaimed, tearing her mouth away from me and eyeing me with a startled expression.

“Shhh, I’m just making it good for you, desime,” I told her, my mischief showing in my eyes.

She thinned her eyes at me, no doubt hesitating. But in the end, she surrendered. I claimed her mouth again and I injected another slow, lingering current onto her swelling bell.

She released a melodic tune and pressed her eyes shut. Pleased with her response, I continued while attending to her breasts.

“Lucein… Lucein! Ahhh!”

That didn’t take long.

Her hands grabbed the sheets and held them tightly while riding out her wave of orgasm. I released her breasts and watched her writhe under me as my fingers continued to fuck her with the tingling current.

She looked flushed. She drew her head back, showing me her neck, and her body shuddered like she had a high fever.

I smiled, pleased with myself. Promise granted, I thought.

The smell of her orgasm filled my bedroom like the scent of roses in full bloom.

It was delightful to smell, but definitely best to be mixed with mine.

So, after straightening myself up, I guided the tip of my cock to her entrance. I couldn’t wait anymore. My need to take her was at its peak.

“Nicollete,” I said with a husky voice to call her attention. She looked at me half-lidded with red cheeks and a forehead glistened with a little bit of sweat. “I’m going to enter you now.”

I placed my hands on her thighs and spread her legs even wider.

I could feel my cock was so fucking hard. I was so ready to bury myself inside her. It was even a fucking torture to stop and inform her we would be joining soon.

She nodded at me wordlessly.

Hell yes, I was happy she did. For a second, I was worried she’d refuse.

With a deep inhale, I watched my cock throb at the cleft of her legs, maybe saying hi, maybe staking its claim, but whatever it was, I knew what it wanted.

I flexed my hips forward, thrusting my shaft inside her, burying it an inch within.

She gasped at the connection, reaching to touch the tensed muscles of my forearms.

“Luce- ahhh!”

Then, I drove an inch further.

And further.

Stretching her.

And further.

Filling her.

Until I took her virginity away.

It was a monumental struggle for me to hold back. I wanted to drive inside her hard and fast, fuck her mindlessly, make her scream my name over and over again.

Maybe next time.

It was her first time, and I wanted our first lovemaking to be as slow as possible.

“Move!” Nicollete commanded in a stern voice. She met my questioning gaze and added, “Move, Lucein. I want to feel you.”

That was the first time I realized she doesn’t like the slow approach.

With a muttered oath, I pulled back and then I drove deep into her, so deep that I might have plunged into her cervix.

She cried out in pain, but only briefly, for I pulled my cock out again.

I leaned forward and whispered in her ear with pride, “I just claimed your virginity, desime. Just like I promised.”

She groaned and bit my chin. “Don’t stop, please. Inside. I want you inside again.”

My eyes darkened even more with hunger for her. “As you wish, my queen,” I replied and then drove back inside her, penetrating her walls, trespassing with easy entrance.

Her bedroom voice was musical. If I’d had a tape recorder, I would have saved it for future use.

She didn’t hold back her screams and whimpers. She didn’t hold back her praise of my name while I fucked her deep.

Again, and again.

And then I stopped.

Nicollete looked at me with confusion.

“Change position,” I informed. I didn’t hear her protest when I pulled her up and turned her over, so her back met my chest.

She leaned forward, grabbed the headboard of the mattress to stabilize herself.

Then, I pushed my cock into her core again as she screamed a long syllable of pleasure.

I took both of her arms and straightened her up, the back of her head meeting my face.

I started moving, pounding her hard, pounding her fast, pounding her like it was my first time, pounding her like it was the fucking end of the world.

“Oh God, are you trying to wear me out, Lucein?” Nicollete asked in a raspy voice.

She panted in front of me, her chest heaving and her breasts full. There was tender humor in her voice despite the gravity of her question. I smiled a guilty smile.

“Is it working?”

“Yes.” She tilted her head and I sucked the throbbing pulse of her neck just as I titillated her bulging clit again. “Oh God,” she whimpered, making the most ecstatic face I had seen in any woman.

“Yes, please.” Her sensual voice was sending me into overdrive. It was turning me on, making my cock grow even harder.

Her pussy dripped more, creating a lusty squishing sound as I rocked my hips back and forth.

Slowly, gradually, I felt the wave of orgasm building in my head. My mind was in a fuzz, my ears in a buzz, as I went on and on.

I felt Nicollete’s body heat up and so did mine. I noticed her clit engorged even more, ready to explode. I felt my balls tense, reacting the same way.

And then, white heat flooded through me. It was beyond description.

Nicollete convulsed right next to me. I embraced her from behind and interlaced my fingers into hers to steady her.

She cried an orgasmic cry, shaking my ear drums like the sound when a cannon explodes. “Fuck, Nicollete. Fuck!” I groaned in her ear and squeezed my eyes shut.

“Yes,” she voiced out, “Oh God, yes.”

There was no doubt we’d reached seventh heaven together.

I felt the walls of her pussy clench my cock, milking me, drawing out my seed inside her. She didn’t seem concerned about safe sex, and hell, neither was I.

What we both wanted was each other. To feel each other, skin to skin.

The condom lying on my bedside table could fuck itself for all I cared.

I was in bliss. She was in bliss. We were both in bliss. And I tell you, I prolonged that bliss for the whole night.

Nicollete didn’t get a chance to return to her room. Nor did she get a good night’s sleep.