Page 51 of Kings of Lust
Ferris didn’t wait for me to take the cake out and just snatched it straight out of the bag ‘This is delicious,’ the Elite’s manners were replaced by the ones of a three-year-old stuffing his face.
‘It’s made out of all the doughs that are leftover from when they make the rest of the cakes. Then they fill it with different flavored cream.’
‘I never had a reason to get out of the house, but this is one now,’ he finished eating the rest of his cake with the speed of a hurricane.
‘I thought I was your reason. Maybe take me out on a walk.’
‘On a walk to get cakes you mean!?’
‘You just broke my heart,’ I faked a pouting face, taking my cake out of the bag ‘Here you go, Cookie Monster. Have mine since you’re ditching me for a piece of dough.’
‘Adeliciouspiece of dough. You’re seriously not going to eat that!?’ He was already eating the topping.
‘No. I’m not going to eat that,’ I caught on to his hand, gluing my head on his free arm.
‘That’s the best thing I’ve heard today.’ He literally stuffed his face again, instantly wiping off my cake from the face of the earth. ‘My sugar rush got the best of me,’ he snaked his other arm around me the instant that he was done, then signaled for a cab. ‘We really need to get back.’
‘Why, is it curfew?’
‘Something like that,’ he pulled me on top of him the second we got into the car.
Oh, it wasn’t curfew by far, and the nervous twitching in his pants was letting me know it won’t be curfew for a while now.
‘Hey, get a room. Don’t get freaky in my cab,’ the driver also seemed to notice Ferris’s excitement.
‘This isn’t your luxury limo,’ I chuckled since he was forgetting how things worked around here. Or maybe didn’t even know in the first place.
‘Really!?’ He raised an eyebrow searching for something in his pocket. ‘For your trouble,’ he handed the driver a $100 bill.
‘Hey, for an extra hundred, I’ll let you rent the car for a couple of hours.’ The driver suddenly became extragenerous.
‘No, thank you. We’re good,’ Ferris answered him right before losing his tongue in my mouth.
‘You’re so sweet,’ I murmured tasting the sugar on his lips.
‘And you only found out now!?’ He drew his hands to cup my posterior as I was still exploring his lips.
‘Do I taste strawberries?’ All those cakes had left their flavor on him.
‘You taste lust and very very nasty thoughts... And probably some strawberries.’
‘Nasty thoughts!?’ I feared hisnastythoughts.
‘Oh, you are going to love my nasty thoughts, this time,’ his hand sneaked inside of my jeans getting skin-on-skin with my posterior.
He wasn’t just warmed up. He was already boiling by the time we reached his mansion since the whole ride there he focused on exploring my lips along with every single line of my panties.
I have no idea when the cab left or even when we entered the house, as I couldn’t see basically anything having been completely fused with his lips. Not that I was regretting it in any way. It was like he was relighting that fire between us, and the foolish me was allowing it to burn through all our other memories. It felt so far from a task or a deal or whatever this was between us.
It felt real.
So real that my heart desperately wanted to believe it was true.
‘I have to stop myself for a minute,’ he ghosted the words, placing me on the living room couch.
‘Is everything ok?’ The monsters of his past were concerning me and, for an instant, I thought they had come back to haunt him.
‘Everything is perfect. Trust me. I just need a minute to do something,’ he kissed me for a short goodbye then disappeared down the hall.
