The Arrogant Architect Page 11

“Sorry about that.”

  “What if we went somewhere?” he suggests.

  “Like where?”

  “I don’t know. You ever been to the Marble House?”

  “No, what is it?”

  “Can I show you?”

  “Sure?”

  “Are you okay if it’s an overnight trip?”

  “Meaning?”

  “Don’t get all pissed, okay?” I roll my eyes at him and he says, “I might have gotten a little carried away this morning after I texted your boss. So I booked some stuff.”

  “You are so controlling. You know what? I’m gonna skull fuck you.”

  He smirks and says, “Right… I’d like to see you try.” Then his eyebrows scrunch together as he processes the vision and he says, “No, wait, you can’t do that…can you?”

  “You know, King, for being as smart as you are, you can be really dumb sometimes.”

  Chapter 20

  “Who are you texting?” King asks me as we drive to this place he calls the Marble House.

  “Mistee from work. She’s all worried about me being stuck out of town.”

  “Sorry about that,” he says.

  “No, you’re not.”

  “You’re right…I’m not.”

  Stop stressing. I’ll be back in a few days, but everything is good.

  I had no idea things were that serious with that guy. I mean, you went out of town with him?

  It was a family thing, my dad knows his aunt and we tagged along, now we all four are stuck.

  Isn’t he really rich?

  What’s that matter?

  How does a rich person’s car break down?

  It’s his aunt’s car. But it’s a hybrid and the charger for the battery went out or some stupid shit.

  All right, well…you owe me.

  No, I think you were indebted to me first.

  She doesn’t text back and I tell King, “If anyone asks, we got stuck out of town with my dad and your aunt.”

  “Who’s gonna ask me?”

  “I don’t know, but that’s what I told my work.”

  “Did you ever talk to your boss?”

  “Yeah, I talked to him and he said he got the shifts covered, so I’m not gonna worry about it.”

  “Good, you deserve a few days off.”

  I smile, knowing deep down that he really has my best interests in mind. “So the place we’re staying at, is it by the Marble House?”

  “Yeah, it’s not far. I can’t wait for you to see it all. This is what inspired me to become an architect.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah, I visited there when I was a kid and I knew right then what I wanted to do. I wanted to be known for creating and restoring buildings of this magnitude.”

  “So, do you design and restore?”

  “Yeah, it’s rare in my field to do both, but I couldn’t choose so I didn’t.”

  “Which do you like better?”

  “Restoration.”

  “Do you do it more often?”

  “About fifty-fifty, there’s something to be said about having a building of your own out there that one day someone else will have to restore.”

  I can see the fire in his eye. This is what he really loves to do. This is the reason that he has been so lost in his work for so many years. I mean, he’s cut ties with his family, he said he hasn’t dated since college, he’s drowned himself in his work, and hearing the excitement in his voice tells me why.

  “This is it,” he says, parking on the street next to the enormous white mansion.

  “It looks like the White House.”

  “It resembles it. Come on.” Eagerly he jumps out and then opens my door and we walk into this amazing place.

  “How many rooms are in here?” I ask King as we enter through the front and look in both directions down the expansive halls.

  “Fifty in total. It was built between 1888 and 1892.”

  “Wow, that’s old. Has it been restored?”

  “Nope, this is what something looks like when it’s taken care of.”

  “It’s gorgeous.”

  “It’s perfection, baby. This place is the staple for the design of mansions across the US.”

  After King checks in with the clerk at the front, we are free to roam about. Going into the first room, my eyes are drawn to the ceiling. It is painted with the most beautiful cherub I’ve ever seen, surrounded by clouds and multiple layers of beveled gold. All the while, King is talking a million miles a minute, explaining everything so fast I can hardly understand him as we move through this stunning place.

  Coming to the bottom of a massive staircase, we wander up it and into a room. I’m drawn to a wall of stained glass windows. “Are these original?” I ask him as I peek through them, looking out at the ocean. King takes his very stiff cock and presses it against my ass. “They are. God, I’m so hard for you.”

  “Are you sure it’s me, or is it all the architectural talk?”

  He reaches down with one hand and pinches my nipple firmly in between his fingers. I yelp in pain and he says, “It’s you, beautiful, always you. Walking with you as you strut around this place makes me want you.”

  I look around the room we are in and ask him, “Are there cameras in here?”

  “Would it matter if there were?” he responds coolly, already walking towards the door. Quietly, he closes it and I follow. The second he turns around, I press him against it, dropping to my knees.

  “I guess it wouldn’t,” I tell him and wrestle his shaft out of his pants. Taking my hand, I grip the base, the same way he did the other day and push all the skin up, then lick and suck his tight balls before sinking down around him. This time I’m more eager though, knowing how much he likes this and how horny it makes me to please him. He’s already got one hand on my face guiding me up and down his length, and the other he wraps into the back of my hair.

  ‘That’s it, eat me up like a good girl,” he says and I shake my head, devouring all of him, breathing through my gag reflex. He takes both of his hands and grips my face, tilting so I’m looking up at him resting on the door of this stunning room. I’ve never felt better about creating such a sin. Letting go of his shaft, I give control over to him. He barrels in and out of my mouth. My pussy, eager and jealous. Reaching down, I rub myself and he tenses, then grunts far too loudly as he gives me his cum. I look up at him and see his eyes are on me touching myself, and both of his hands are still clutching my face as I suck him dry. Pulling away, I stand and he touches my pussy, kissing my neck. I push him away and he says, “Let me make you come.”

  “No.”

  “Please, I want to fuck you in here.” His eyes are heavy from coming and then someone opens the door. King keeps his back to them, as I stand facing the older gentleman, blocking his view of King putting his dick away. “You’re not allowed to close the doors.”

  “I’m sorry, I was admiring the room, as a whole.” I can taste King on my breath and hope the man doesn’t sense anything strange. King drapes his arm over my shoulder as we walk out of the room and casually stroll down the hall.

  “I think there are cameras in there,” he says as we go for the exit, and I could slap him. “Shut the fuck up,” I scoff, as we exit the front doors. He ignores my remark and I ask him, “Are you sure?”

  Getting into his car, he says, “Probably not, but saying there were was my way of getting you out of there so I could fuck you and make you come.”

  Chapter 21

  “You know…I’d be perfectly content if we ordered room service and ate in.”

  “Yeah?” King asks me, gently tickling my back.

  “Uh huh…” His touch sends little chills throughout my body. “That feels so good, I could fall asleep.”

  “No.” He nips my ear and squeezes my ass, “Don’t do that.”

  “Come on, five minutes?”

  “Can I fuck you while you sleep?”

  “That’s just wrong. There you go being all craz
y again.” My voice is laced with sarcasm; he knows I’m joking, but he’s probably not. With my eyes closed, I let myself possess this moment, in this lovely place, with this man, who…I’m not quite sure how to describe him, except that he’s wickedly sexy and...

  “I’ll be right back,” he says and cuts my daydream short. Opening one eye, I watch him slide off the bed. Lifting my head, I wipe the drool off the side of my face. God, I must be tired.

  Then all of a sudden, King rips the covers off the bed exposing my body that was so cozy to the cool elements of the chilled room. Gawking at him, a little peeved, I yell, “What the fuck?”

  “Come on, let’s swim.” He tosses me my swimming suit, tying the top of his swimming trunks that hug his body so handsomely.

  “Five minutes of sleep, please?” I beg him, rolling over and hugging one of the pillows. He flies on the bed, attacking my naked body with a mixture of kisses and tickles, which wakes me right up. Laughing, I fight him off, but he’s got me pinned beneath him. I struggle, kicking, bucking my body upwards as he has both of my hands in his. “I’m gonna scream,” I tell him.

  “Yeah, do it, I wanna hear it.”

  “You are so fuckin’ dumb,” I bellow, fighting with him, then I notice his eyes are on my tits as they bounce with every movement. Observing his cock, it is very hard, stretching his shorts, and as he fondles my breasts, he says, “See what you did to me?”

  “Oh, I did that to you? I don’t think so…I was sleeping, you attacked me.”

  “Baby, I get hard watching you sleep.”

  “Do I need to take care of you then?” I ask, wondering how a person could come as many times as he does in a day.

  “No, I’m gonna fuck you in the pool. Now get dressed while there’s still no one out there.” He lets go of the grip he has on me and scoots next to me. Obeying his command because I’ve learned by now there is no telling this man no, I get dressed.

  Walking outside of yet another elegant stone temple, there is a chill in the air. I follow King from the back door of our room to the pool. He’s got his hand wrapped around mine, which I’ve become very fond of as we traipse across the property. The water glistens in the moonlight, so blue, sparkling, and he is right, there is no one down here.

  He opens the gate and I slip in behind him, hoping the pool is heated. King lets go of my hand and dives right in. I smirk, watching, and jump in after him. The second the water surrounds me it is so warm, like a bath, and I sink to my neck. King wraps his arms around me and kisses me once before looking back at the hotel.

  “Do you think anyone is watching us?” I ask him as our bodies lock together.

  “Would it matter?” he asks devilishly. I shake my head, not sure why I ask him anymore. It seems we continually have crazy sex outside or in public places and he doesn’t care…so I guess I shouldn’t either. The mound of his cock is already throbbing against me and he wrestles it out, then pushes my swimming suit to the side and sinks into me. A gush of water fills me, followed by him, and I tilt my head back, moaning at the night sky.

  My hands are on the back of his head, legs locked around him as he strokes in and out of me. The sensation is unbelievable. I moan again and King says, “You might wanna act like we’re not doing what we are.”

  I shoot him a wry look as he walks us to the corner of the pool. He grips the edge giving him more traction, able to fuck me harder. His eyes burn into mine as he moves in and out of me. I chew my bottom lip to stay quiet, and he kisses me hastily to swallow any sound. “Fuck,” I mumble against his lips. He pushes my body so far…so fast.

  The water is slapping behind us and his grunts are deep. He might want to act like we’re not doing what we are. “You close?” he asks breathless.

  “Yes,” I whisper, and he burrows his face into my neck, pushing me to a place I never thought possible. The water rushes up me, drenching the back of my hair and my insides are shaken to the max. Then the moment I begin to shudder, King freezes for that one brief second and then lets go. Biting my ear as he groans so sexily, pouring himself inside me.

  “Yes.” I’m out of breath, but love when we come. “Give it to me,” I urge him on in a hushed tone.

  He pumps himself dry and when he pulls back, there is clarity in his eyes. “Christ, I didn’t know that was gonna be so hard,” he says, leaving my aching cunt wanting more of him. I adjust my bottoms as he does the same. “What do you mean?” I ask.

  “The water was like a barrier holding us apart.”

  “I thought it was amazing.”

  “It was, but I don’t like anything stopping me from giving you every bit of me.”

  “I noticed,” I tell him, swimming off. However, I don’t make it far before he yanks me back.

  “Don’t run.”

  “I’m not.” I kiss him, happy to be in this moment together and ask him, “Why do you think I’m always running?”

  He looks up at the night sky and exhales before speaking. I love watching him, the way he squints and how his forehead creases, then he says, “I can be… a lot—”

  “You think?”

  He rolls his eyes and runs a hand over his face, pushing his hair backwards. I think my comment hurt him as I feel the grip he has on me loosen. Taking his face in the palms of my hands, I tell him, “I was joking.”

  “Well, I wasn’t.”

  “Don’t get like this, keep talking.”

  “I’ve never met anyone like you, Ever, or felt the way I do when I’m with you, or away from you for that fact.”

  “I feel the same,” I tell him, noticing there is real pain in his eyes as he speaks. This is really hard for him right now. “I don’t want to be too much and scare you away.”

  “I’m not going anywhere,” I reassure him.

  “You say that now, but what about when I fuck up, or have a bad day, and do something stupid?”

  “We’ll get through it. We got through today, didn’t we?”

  “We did. But when I look back on things, I sometimes wonder myself why I made the decisions I did. Like today with your work, or buying your building, or the bikes, or forcing you on a date with me, or…I don’t know. Sometimes my mind runs away from me and what I think I’m doing is right, really is crazy.”

  “From now on, talk to me about things first and we can make decisions together. Then we’ll be good. I promise.”

  Slowly he nods. I hope he believes me, because it’s the truth. It’s how I feel. No matter what he does, as long as he talks to me about it first, I could get past it, and let’s be honest, the shit he pulls is not serious. He’s not trying to have threesomes or some fucked up shit like that. He’s only trying to make me happy in his own fucked up controlling way.

  Chapter 22

  “So this is the oldest light house in Rhode Island?” I ask him, loving how much he knows about the history of everything.

  “Yup.”

  Like yesterday at the Marble House, they offered him an audio tour, but King didn’t need it. He knew more than the audio tour would. Climbing the endless lighthouse steps, I ask him, “When was this built?”

  “1856. Do you know what they were used for?”

  “I guess to signal boats?” I’m exhausted from climbing so many stairs.

  He chuckles at me, cool as ever from puffing his inhaler, and I might need to use it myself. “They were made as beacons for sailors to keep them off the rocky coastlines during the fog. Each lighthouse has it’s own distinctive light pattern.”

  “Fuck, there are a lot of stairs,” I complain, not even able to listen to what he’s telling me anymore.

  “Coming from the hiker herself.”

  “Shut up, can I use your inhaler?”

  “No way, not gonna die today.”

  I shake my head; he’s in one of his ornery moods. Glancing up, I see the opening for the top. Finally.

  As we step up, there is a family in there enjoying the view, and I whisper in King’s ear, “Guess we can’t have fun.”
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br />   He grabs a handful of one of my breasts and pushes my body against the half wall, half window. “Sure, we can.” Slowly, he slides his hand down and tries to stick it in my pants. I swat him away, and he gets that look in his eye. The one where he’s about to lose control, and I tell him, “You’re like a child, don’t.”

  I catch the family staring at us and give them a small wave, “Hi.”

  They awkwardly scoot away from us, and I say, “Sorry, he doesn’t get out that often.” King has his back to them and glares at me mouthing, “You’re so gonna pay.”

  Rolling my eyes at him, I say, “Anyways. Tell me about this.”

  He spouts off all the details about the interior, more information than I can retain, but I love hearing him talk about the things he loves. Then the other family leaves and I slowly start to back away. His eyes are carnal. Fuck…he’s pissed and I’m about to pay. I dart for the stairs and he blocks me, lifting me up so I am in his arms and I can’t fight him. Clinging to him, he sweeps the hair out of my eyes and says, “What is it? Do you like pissing me off?”

  I nod and he presses me against the window, the cool glass sending a chill through my body. He kisses me, ripping out one of my tits and goes down on it. Then I hear footsteps and tap his back. He doesn’t stop and I pull him away, holding his face beneath my fingers as I slip my boob back in and say, “Someone is coming.”

  His ears perk up and he mutters, “Motherfucker.”

  Softly he sets me down, and we smile at the people entering, and I say, “Well…that light was huge.”

  He spanks my ass as we begin our descent and says, “You know, I designed a house in Maine once and they wanted a chandelier in their foyer that looked like the light from a lighthouse.

  “Did you do it?” I ask.

  “Of course I did. Baby, I can do anything.”

  As we walk back out into the warm summer day, I’m surprised that King didn’t need to use his inhaler on the way down, but we did take it slower, especially compared to the day we went hiking. Plus, I might’ve been showing off a little bit.

  Getting into the car, I check my phone and see a missed call from my dad. Listening to his voicemail throws the clarity of the day right out the window.