Page 11 of Between Two Kings

But what’s the point?

Pleasure.

Of course. That was the point of everything here.

Caspen’s voice came to her again: Do you wish to try?

Tem hesitated. She didn’t know why she hesitated, but she did. They were surrounded by basilisks here. They were in public. Even though she’d been through the ritual, which was just as public as this, somehow that was different; even when the basilisks had lined up to touch her, they’d retreated right after. But here, they were seated on a bench with basilisks on either side of them. Tem couldn’t imagine touching Caspen in such proximity to others. But larger than her doubt was her curiosity, and it was that, as always, that won out in the end.

She didn’t need to say a word.

Caspen was already lifting her onto his lap, pushing her legs open so they rested on either side of his. Her back was against his chest, his cock already hard and ready for her. He eased Tem onto it slowly, working himself inside one inch at a time. When he was fully inserted, he squeezed her hips.

Now what?

Now you sit. And you do not move.

It was a curious thing to simply sit there. Tem was used to variance—to the incessant retreat and advance of Caspen’s cock in her center. But this was an entirely different sensation. She wasn’t used to holding his full length inside her for any extended period of time. Barely a minute had passed, and she already wanted more. Tem moved her hips instinctually, desperate to feel that addictive rhythm. She wanted to ride him, to slide up and down his cock and relieve herself of the gnawing wave of heat that was clawing its way up her back. The moment she tried, Caspen gripped her waist, holding her in place.

I said you do not move.

Tem squirmed. Moving was all she wanted to do. It was impossible just to sit here—she had no idea how the other woman was accomplishing it. How could she be expected not to grind on him, to move her hips and take them both to climax?

It is an exercise in restraint, Tem.

But Tem had never been good at restraint. Caspen was the one who had endless patience, and he was demonstrating it now. He held her still, his body unbearably warm, his chest pressed against her back. Tem didn’t often consider the size difference between them, but now, perched on his lap, she felt just how big he was behind her. Caspen was carved from stone—his body hard and sturdy and immovable. The heat from his skin seeped directly into hers, and Tem felt a single bead of sweat form between her breasts. Caspen trailed a finger up her stomach, brushing it through the drop and lifting it to his lips. Fire erupted in Tem. All she wanted to do was move—to apply friction, to feel his cock pump inside her. The thought of it alone made her even wetter than she already was. She could feel it dripping onto the bench beneath them.

Patience, Tem.

This is ridiculous. And a waste of time.

That is your opinion. I am rather enjoying myself.

Tem squirmed again, and this time Caspen’s hand went to her throat. He held her face to his, pressing a kiss to her lips. His tongue teased hers. Still, Tem wanted to move. Still, Caspen held her in place.

I can’t believe people do this.

Do what?

Just sit here. I’m so…

Needy?

She blushed. Yes.

I like when you are needy, Tem. It is one of your finer qualities.

Tem rolled her eyes. Caspen’s fingers traced her jaw, then her neck. He brushed along her collarbones, touching one and then the other. Tem wasn’t used to him being so reserved during sex. But were they having sex, really? Tem didn’t know what to call what they were currently doing. She was just…sitting there. While he was inside her. It made her feel deeply connected to him, like they were joined at their most fundamental point, not two beings but one.

You feel so good, Caspen.

As do you.

You feel so good it almost feels…bad.

Caspen skimmed his palms up her body, cupping her breasts and squeezing. He rubbed her nipples between his fingers until they were hard, tender points. It was almost beyond what Tem could handle. He was molding and forming her body into whatever he wanted. His lips brushed her neck, and she felt his teeth nip her skin.

More, she begged.