Free Checkmate by Katherine Kingston Page B

The
skintight, red leather leggings accented his long, strong legs and narrow hips.
The slit in the front allowed his erect penis to poke through, showing off its
proud length and graceful shape.
    Before he reached her side, he stopped and gave a cheeky
wave to the crowd. They roared their appreciation back at him.
    “Show-off,” she said, not caring if the microphones caught
the words. “You always did want to take that pretty penis into a contest.”
    He shrugged and gave her a wry smile. “This is undoubtedly
the closest I’ll get. Might as well enjoy it.”
    “Unleashing your inner flasher?”
    “Whatever it takes. Speaking of which, I like that outfit,
but I wish they’d got it in a different color. Blue would be much better on
you. Not that it matters. It won’t be on you all that long anyway.”
    “Red definitely works for you,” she said as he took her arm
and helped her up the one step onto the dais.
    “Shows off my green eyes and pale penis to good effect,” he
agreed. He pulled her into his arms and claimed her mouth for a long, hard,
deep kiss.
    It fired her blood into steam and sizzled along every nerve
in her body. She wanted him so badly it was all she could do to keep from
jumping on him right then and impaling herself. Even in public. The man had the
power to make her forget everything else but him.
    “Fire and Ashes,” he said and then echoed her thoughts. “I
thought I was going to come when we did the knife dance, and then again
yesterday. Now seeing you in that…I don’t know how to make this last. We need
to give them a good show.”
    She kissed along his throat while his hands slid down her
back to cup her buttocks and pull her against his straining cock. “Twice,” she
said. “We do it twice. Fast and rough the first time, then long, slow and
tender.”
    He sighed as she nipped at his neck. “We have to talk when
this is over. I can’t stand it.”
    “What?”
    “Not having you to talk to. And other things. I miss you.”
    “We’ll talk, but don’t get your hopes up. Now get romantic.”
    He jerked his head back so he could her in the eye. “I
thought I was.”
    “You’re right. I should have said stop being romantic and
start being rough. I’m so hungry for you anyway, I’m ready to eat you.”
    “I think that’s on the second half of the program.”
    “Stop talking and start ripping this stuff off me,” she
ordered.
    He grinned. “Yes, ma’am!” He set to the task with
considerable gusto, roughly yanking open the bows she’d tied. He started with
the top ones until the two pieces of the tunic came apart. They slid down her
body to puddle on the floor, leaving her bare from the waist up. A shiver that
owed nothing to any breeze rippled along her spine. Pure desire to be joined to
him as closely as possible shook her. He leaned down to take first one, then
the other nipple into his mouth. He lapped them with his tongue and sucked hard
until she had to put her hands on his shoulders to support herself.
    She squealed and wriggled. Experience had taught him what
she liked.
    He kissed his way back up to her mouth, but stopped at her
ear to say, “You might want to get a bit louder with those moans and groans.
The occasional scream would be good, too.”
    “Make me.”
    “You’ve got it.”
    He lifted her in his arms, to a chorus of cheers from the
crowd. For a moment, Devonne had forgotten about the onlookers. Raje swore
quietly, then placed her on the bed and knelt beside her.
    He kissed her on the mouth almost brutally, tangling his
tongue with hers, until she forgot about everything else but him and the rush
of heat surging through her. Her cunt throbbed with need, oozing moisture.
    He nudged her legs apart and tested her readiness with a
finger. Satisfied, he moved over her. His cock protruded hard and ready from
the slit in the front of the leather leggings. The slick surface of the leather
made an odd sensation against her when he entered her.
    He filled