Kings and Queens

“How’s yours?” I asked as I looked up from my steak dinner.

Langley smiled after setting her wine glass back on the table, “Great. You want to try?”

She held out her fork that had a piece of chicken picatta on it. She fed it to me, making it taste even better than I imagined, “It’s good,” I nodded.

Langley sighed when the waiter brought the dessert menu to us, “No thank you.”

“We’ll split that,” I pointed out some cheesecake thing that sounded amazing.

She gave me a look that I ignored. I was trying to buy some time and keep us out as long as I could. I didn’t want to go back to the condo I had rented for the weekend in Malibu.

Langley looked too good for me to be alone with her; I would have jumped her in two seconds. She wore a black dress that pushed her chest up and together, creating the most perfect line of cleavage I had ever seen in my life, and my ex had fake tits. Her skin was tanned from the past couple days of nice weather and it was soft from what little I had allowed myself to feel. I was planning on being a good boy tonight and all weekend, but she was making it damn near impossible.

“You okay?” she noticed I was looking out to the ocean in front of our table.

“Just spacing out,” I turned my attention back to her, which was a bad idea because she was
tracing her finger over the rim of her glass and licking her pink lips.

I shuddered and swore I saw a glint in her eye that told me she knew exactly what she was doing. She leaned forward and placed her hand on my leg, “You’re quiet.”

“Just thinking,” I tried to ignore the fact that she was drawing circles on my thigh.

“They don’t pay you to do that,” she teased in her Southern accent.

“How was your meeting this morning?” I changed the subject.

“Fine, still turned it down.”

I let my eyes fall on her face, then down her body. Langley had the body of a playmate,
probably even better than some of them. It was natural too, no silicone, no surgery, no weird,
exotic facial to enhance anything, and to me that made her even more beautiful. Jessica had fake
boobs, lip injections, and wore way too much makeup. Even with all of that Jessica was gorgeous
and I would always think that, but Langley was on a different level because it was completely
natural.

“I’m proud of you,” I told her, “I don’t like the thought of men ogling my girlfriend and getting
off to you naked.”

She made a face but still turned red, “Sick. But now you really don’t have to worry.”

Our dessert was set between us. I cut off a piece, put it on my fork, and held it out to her,
“Now you don’t have to worry about eating one slice of cheesecake.”

“True,” she mused as she wrapped her lips around it, teasing me again.

We finished it slowly and then drank another glass of wine. Finally, Langley shivered and I
knew it was time to head back. The thought of being alone with her in a confined place both excited
and worried me. I don’t know why I decided to do this, bringing her to Malibu was possibly the
worst idea in the world.

Langley walked into the condo first, “Dusty?”

“Yeah?” I looked up after closing and locking the front door.

“What’s going on with you?”

“I shouldn’t have invited you here this weekend,” I watched her face fall, “What I mean is,” I
walked up to her, “I promised myself that I would be a gentleman…”

She interrupted me, “You have been a gentleman.”

I shook my head, “I don’t know how much longer I can do that Lang, I honestly don’t.”

She arched an eyebrow as she took a step into me, “Well, how about we see how long you
can hold out.”

I rolled my neck, “Lang, if you wake up with me humping your leg…”

She threw her head back, laughing at me, “And if you wake up with me on top of you?”

“Then it’s game on.”

She wrapped her hands around my biceps, “Ready, set…”

“Go,” I leaned down and took her lips under mine.

The kiss started slow with us exploring each other’s mouths. It wasn’t hard, needy, or
anything but perfect. Within a minute, however, it turned heated, wet, and sloppy. I moved my
head to kiss her neck, down it, and to her collar bone. Her hands were in my hair, tugging what she
could grab, “Dustin,” she breathed.

I moved the strap of her dress and kissed her shoulder as her leg hooked over my hip. I held
it there, pulling her closer to me and letting her grind against my thigh. I gripped her ass, her bare
ass; had she worn anything underneath this?

I moved my hand to the front of her thigh, moving her dress up the skin, and trying to feel for
panties. Finally, I touched a very thin strap. I knew I could snap it and be exactly where I wanted to
be in seconds, but I held back.

I moved my other hand to the back of her thigh and my lips back to hers. I lifted her up and
carried her back to the bedroom, ready to give up on being a gentleman.

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LANGLEY

I felt a heavy weight over me as I contemplated on whether or not to open my eyes. Lips went
up and down my spine, leaving hot, wet kisses until they reached right under my ear, “Don’t move,”
Dustin smiled against my skin.

“Why?” I asked.

“Shh,” he whispered.

I giggled as he ran his hands up and down my bare back, kneading and massaging my m
uscles. I smiled into the pillow as I remembered why we were naked.

Last night had been a little messy, but it was corrected a couple of times into the wee hours of
the morning. Truthfully, each time was amazing in its own way.

“I could get used to this,” I turned my head to try to kiss Dustin.

He moved his head away from me, “Oh you could, could you?”

“Mmhmm,” I groaned when he worked on some of my tighter muscles.

“Well,” he moved off of me and turned me onto my side so I could see him, “I’ll wake you up
like htat every morning then.”

“Please do,” I snuggled into his body.

He wrapped me in his arms, kissing my head, “I wanted to ask you a question.”

“Uh oh,” I started to pull back.

“Hey,” he stopped me, “It’s not bad, I just wanted to ask if you wanted me to meet your
parents next weekend. We get back into town Friday afternoon and have a game Saturday night;
maybe they could come to the game,” he offered.

Oh fucking hell, I’d been doing so well with forgetting about their impending visit too.

“If you don’t want me to…”

I shook my head, “It’s…they’re…you’d be willing to go through that?”

He shrugged, “Why not? I have to meet them at some point, right?”

“Awe, you think we’re going to last, don’t you?” I teased.

Dustin tilted his head and shook it, “I’m serious Lang.”

“Just don’t take what they say too seriously. I swear, they’re like Bridge, they just talk to hear
their own voices sometimes. The only difference is, she knows when we stop listening or when she
crosses a line; she apologizes or gives up, like a normal human being.”

“I won’t push unless provoked,” he gave me a serious look, “But the second they say something
to upset you I’m going to stick up for you, okay?”

“You don’t have to.”

“I won’t let them put you down,” he gave me a comforting smile, “Not my girl.”

“I guess this makes us pretty serious then, doesn’t it?”

“Guess it does,” his lips curled up even more.

“Good thing I brought you up to Jenn yesterday,” I laughed.

“I could ruin your image,” he agreed with a playful tone.

“She said that as long as we plan to stick together for a while and aren’t all dramatic or public
about everything that we should be okay. she said the whole Twitter thing is cute between us, but
she warned me to keep away from the Twitter wars.”

He chuckled, “I’d say you won that.”

I smiled confidently, “I think I did too. I mean, it did get me that hosting gig.”

“Which,” he kissed my lips, “I am very proud and can’t wait to be there to cheer you on…as
your boyfriend.”

“As my boyfriend,” I repeated.