Race for the Throne | Formula One

17. Ways Of Making Someone Talk

I opened the door to my room. "How was chess?

"It was a good time. It was fun talking to your father and brother." He followed me in.

"What did you talk about?" I asked, curious. "Shoes off, I don't like them on the rug."

He sat on the chair at my desk and removed his shoes. "That is between the three of us."

"Oh really? I have ways to make you talk." I arched an eyebrow at him.

He mimed zipping his lips. "I won't reveal anything."

I walked towards him, exaggerating my movements, before bending down to unstrap one of my shoes. Charles watched my every move.

I looked up at him, biting my lip. "You looked really good tonight."

"What are you doing?" He asked, voice husky.

"What this? Just trying to get information but you said you wouldn't crack so you've got nothing to worry about." I unstrapped my other shoe, kicking them off.

Straddling his knees and putting my arms around his neck loosely, I hovered my lips above his. "Any last words?"

"I'll never talk," he rasped.

Brushing my lips over his, so softly you could barely feel them, I whispered, "Have it your way."

Twining my fingers through his hair, I gave his head a tug back, not hard enough to hurt but enough that he knew I was in control. I scraped my teeth down the front of his neck. He gasped as I caught him by surprise. He instantly responded by putting his hands on my hips. Moving my mouth, I kissed along his jawline while I took his hands in mine and held them back against my desk.

"No touchy." I smirked, breaking contact enough to look him in the eyes.

He clenched his jaw, eyes dark.

Sliding my hands up his arms, I used his shoulders to help me pull myself further onto his lap so that our hips were flush. I started to kiss his neck again, this time adding slow, controlled movements with my hips. I swallowed his moan by crashing my lips against his. His lips parted instantly for me and I slipped my tongue into his mouth. I trailed my hands down his chest and stopped on his lower abdomen.

"Someone is happy to see me." I smiled against his mouth.

"If you'd let me touch you, I could say the same thing," he returned.

Instead of replying, I started working his shirt out of his pants before unbuttoning it and slipping it off his arms. I trailed my fingers over his chiseled chest and torso.

"Just admiring the view," I said when I saw him watching me.

Without breaking eye contact, I undid his belt and pants. He groaned as I put my palm over him, teasing for a moment, before removing it. 

His whole body was tense, like a coiled spring. "Why are you doing this?"

I stopped moving. "I've been thinking a lot about our conversation the other day. I know then I wasn't doing it for the right reasons, my head was messed up and I'm glad you stopped me. But now, now I know why I'm doing it. For the first time in a long time, I want to do this and I want to do it with you. I like you, I like you a lot. If you don't want to continue, we can stop and I won't think any differently of you."

At this Charles stood up, scooping me up with him, hands under my ass. "I like you a lot too, I just want to be sure you know what you're doing."

I leaned back in his arms enough to look at him. "I know what I'm doing."