Utianle

"Do you want to kiss me?" I asked him again with my heart pounding behind my ribcage.

To say that King was shocked would be an understatement, his mouth had dropped open; he was speechless. My confidence wavered slightly when he continued staring at me without saying a word and my foot began making invisible circles on the floor.

Maybe I had been too forward or did I misread the signs? He had been looking at me like I was the only one present in Madam Bose's office, with an intensity that made me feel hot all over. I thought ... I thought he wanted to kiss me too. I opened my mouth to apologise but he beat me to it.

"Uti," he drawled out and palmed my face. His breath tickled my cheeks, my senses heightened and I sucked on my bottom lip. 

"I always want to kiss you. No," he shook his head, his voice now edgier, an erotic whisper, "I want to more than kiss you."

"Okay."

"Okay?"

His look of surprise made me laugh. When he remained immobile, I pushed myself up so my lips could brush against his. 

That must have been all he needed to take over because in the next moment, my back was pressed against the wall and his lip was back on mine in a rough, bruising kiss. 

It was much more different from our first kiss, urgent without hesitations and I liked it. His hands touched my body frantically as if trying to confirm my existence before settling on the mounds on my chest, kneading them gently in between squeezing and pinching of my puckered nipples.

He tugged at my top that was tucked into my trouser and my trembling hands helped him pull it out. His hand crawled under my shirt, the tingle from his palm on my belly chasing away all other thoughts. I ran my fingers through his hair, biting hard on my lip when the heat from his exploration spread through the lower part of my body.

I could only focus on his touch, the unnerving sensations as his fingers drew teasing circles around my nipples before squeezing them and my lips parted open for his tongue to slip inside for another dance. 

My head fell back when one of his hands rubbed the front of my trouser, giving him access to my neck which wasn't spared from his kissing assault. He trailed kisses from the crook of my neck to the skin behind my ears, nipping and biting. I loved the feel of his teeth gently grazing my skin, I wanted more, I needed more of him. 

Moans slipped from my lips, bouncing off the walls to create a melody that urged me to reach out to caress him. I put my hands on his chest, splaying my fingers as I felt his heart beat thunderously under my palms. I also wanted to touch him like he was touching me, make him feel the way I was currently feeling so I tugged on his shirt.

Why does his shirt have so many buttons?

Giving up on his complicated shirt, my fingers made their way down to his buckle and I palmed him through the soft material of his trousers. He hissed, grabbing both of my hands to place above my head.

His lips came back to mine and he kissed me harder, deeper with a fervency that made my toes curl. One of my legs wrapped around his hips and his bulge pressed into my core; our lips never once taking a break. We kissed and kissed till our breath mingled and we were sharing the same air.

"Get a room!" Someone screamed from across the corridor and we jumped apart.

We looked in the direction the noise had come from, no one was there. He chuckled and I joined in, our chests rising and falling. We pulled apart but remained in that position, his forehead now pressed against mine with my hands lingering on his chest.

My eyes trailed to his lips and my fingers tentatively reached out to touch mine. It was swollen but I still wanted to kiss him.

One of my legs rubbed against the other and I arched my back. There was a stickiness in between my legs and I wanted him to touch me there. Insert his fingers and explore my wetness with the same expertise he had used on my breasts.

King finally caught onto my movements and his fingers reached out to squeeze my nipples through the thin material of my singlet. He captured my lower lip between his teeth, bit on it before sucking it gently. One of his hand lowered to my waistband and the other cupped my butt.

A moan slipped from my mouth as he rubbed the skin below my belly button, his fingers refusing to go further than that. I groaned and he laughed. Then I pushed him gently, earning another chuckle from him.

He pried me from the wall, placed a chaste kiss on my lips before his hand settled nicely around my waist. When we had walked a few steps ahead, I smacked him on the butt and giggled; payment for starting what he couldn't finish. 

His head tilted to face me, a sexy scowl on his lips and I hugged him from the side. He was too fine and he was mine; mine alone.

"Thank you for madam Bose," I whispered. I wanted to thank him for more than just that but I held myself back.

"Anything for you." King murmured with a kiss to my forehead, his voice held a promise of safety and I could not help but squeeze him harder. At that moment, we were one and that was all that mattered.

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"When is Confidence coming?" King asked. His breath fanned my neck and his hand stilled on my waist, reminding me of our corridor tryst as I bent over the pool table.

At that reminder, scenes flooded my mind and I felt that familiar ache in between my legs. An inaudible moan slipped from me and my teeth clamped down on my bottom lip to keep from making a louder sound. I wanted King to touch me again.

Music filtered in like it was coming from a speaker with a thick cloth over it to muffle the sound. It was considerably quieter up here, the men present were less than five. All the regulars had either gone home or the population here was as a result of the new entry method Alex explained.

I was yet to completely recover from what Alex said and I shuddered, no one deserved to be touched against their will. Some of the strippers didn't even want to be here but it was a better job than prostitution. Not like I condemned those sex workers, we were all fighting a battle of our own. 

"Uti," King spoke again, his fingers brushed my elbows lightly like he knew my thoughts were heading in the wrong direction. In a whiny but sexy voice, he asked, "when is Confidence coming? Is he still coming?"

If the name change was deliberate, I didn't know but it got a smile to flitter across my lips and neutral thoughts to fill my mind.

"Confidence? Really?" I twisted my neck to face him, he chuckled. "His name is Courage and he will be here soon." To ruffle him a bit, I asked, "are you tired of me already?"

"No. Never," he muttered and hurriedly added, "I can never be tired of you."

I already knew that but hearing him say it out again caused a fluttering in the pits of my belly. Courage still had one more trip to make before coming to get us and a part of me wished it would last longer than the time interval he gave me. With my body pressed against King's as he taught me how to play snooker, I couldn't have envisioned a better way of spending my Monday night.

My eyes trailed from the white ball to the other balls that were sitting in the middle of the table in the shape of a triangle, finally coming to rest on the corner hole I was expected to send them into. I bent, pulled back my right hand until it was firmly gripping the end of the stick. With my left hand splayed on the table, the pointy end of the stick brushing the space in between my thumb and index finger, I took a shot.

The ball rolled and hit the other coloured ones, causing them to roll in different directions. I watched on helplessly as they all missed the openings before rolling to a stop inches away from their supposed destination. I huffed, compensating myself with the fact that today was my first time.

I made to straighten up when King leaned over with his chest pressing into my back. His hands circled my wrist and waist, one of his legs came in between mine, pushing them apart as he corrected my posture.

"You have to do it this way," he said, easily shooting one of the balls into the holes. His voice was husky and it struck me like a bolt of electrifying chills crawling up my spine.

"Umm," I nodded as he spat out instructions I could care less about. I didn't want to play anymore; I wanted to learn him, his body.

My senses had come alive, I was painfully aware of his presence. The hard ridge of muscle that was King's chest, the contour of his perfectly developed upper arms, the sparks from having his hand wrapped around my wrist, his heavy breathing on my neck and his woody fragrance were driving me crazy with an intense need.

When he mistakenly rubbed his groin area around my butt, I had to bite down hard on my lips to avoid a loud moan from slipping.

Moisture gathered in my panties, I tried to close my legs but he refused to back down and his leg remained trapped in between mine. His voice floated to my subconscious, his words and their meaning lost on me.

"Uti, focus," King growled, his breath tickled my neck and I lost my grip on the cue stick.

I was. I was really focused. How else would I have seen that his fingernails were neat and well-trimmed, that tiny amount of hairs were scattered just below each of his knuckles? That those slender fingers would fit perfectly inside of me as his strong arm held my waist in place? How would I know that the swell in his trouser that I was grinding my butt against was his arousal?

"Utianle!" King wheeled me to face him, a nasty scowl on his face like he was having troubles controlling himself. I didn't want him doing that, I wanted him to let loose.

I could tell he wanted me too except that bulge in his trouser was a normal occurrence for him. My hands found their way to his backside and I squeezed, it was as firm as I last remembered it. King's eyes closed, his lips parted open to release a frustrated sound and he balled his hands into a fist by his side. I squeezed harder.

Touch me; the words were hanging on the tips of my tongue but I couldn't bring myself to say it out loud. Instead, I retracted my hands from his butt to the front of his trousers. His eyes flew open and my fingers stilled on his zipper under his harsh stare.

King's face was schooled into a blank mask and I panicked, was he angry at me? I groaned mentally. I'd done it again, I was too forward. My hands dropped from his trouser but he caught them right on time.

He raised my right hand to his face, brushed the tip of my fingernails over his lips then sucked my thumb further down his mouth with his tongue running along the side of that finger. His gaze was trained on me as he did this, by the time he was done, I was hot, bothered and breathless.

"King," I moaned as he grabbed me by the waist to place me on the edge of the table.

He came to stand in between my legs and my hands shamelessly brought his down to my chest. My breathing became heavier as his fingers circled my erect nipples without touching. I wanted him. I needed him. In the ways that a woman needed a man: her skin pressed against his, their clothes missing from their bodies, no space in between them as they shared the same air.

King's left thumb found its way to my bottom lip, moving left and right, then repeating the motion. My breath caught in my throat when our gazes clashed, the desire in his eyes was undeniable and the creasing of his eyebrows showed he was having a hard time doing nothing. His eyes begged me to hold on a little and I nodded, this was not the right place to get horny.

My arms circled his waist, chasing the little distance between us away and his jaw rested on my scalp with his fingers now running in lines down the small of my back. We stayed that way until my phone beeped and King slipped it out from my pocket.

Courage. He was finally here. My heart did a backflip and I stood up without any help from King to place a chaste kiss on his lips.

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BOTC: There's Lust and then there's Eve by jirogzy. The title alone promises great things, do check it out, you will love every moment of this love story.

lissabae1 thanks for the cover.

Apparently, if you leave writing smut for a while, it will leave you too. This chapter was hard work, manage it like that. The next chapter promises to even be harder work, if I disappear (as I will), bear with me🤗 I didn't realise until this chapter that I had never seen a horny Uti 😂 she was doing like ... Ike guru dianyi, 

Q: Have you played snooker before, not on the phone o 🤭 cos I know they have a phone version?