He swallowed back his groan of pleasure. The visual of his face between Kylie’s legs as she rocked her hips, feeding him her pussy? It was the hottest thing he could imagine. “You want me to lick you out?”
She shuddered again and nodded once more. “Please, Cade. I need you.”
His hand left the wall and he cupped her chin. “Look at me. Kylie, look at me.”
Slowly, those gorgeous eyes fluttered open. Her pupils were dilated with need, eyelids heavy. Sexy. Beautiful.
His.
“You need to watch me,” he murmured, and then leaned in to kiss her, stroking his tongue along the seam of her mouth like he was about to do to her pussy. “You’re going to watch me as I make you come, aren’t you?”
Her head jerked in a nod.
Cade slid down to his knees, kneeling in front of her spread legs. He pulled his hand from her slick warmth, hating to do so, and then with both hands, carefully tucked her skirt into her belt until her entire front was exposed to him. Then, he put his hands on her silky little panties—wet with her need—and tugged them down her rounded hips. When they fell to the ground, he put them in a pocket, claiming them for himself. Kylie was beyond noticing, though. Her eyes were closed again, and her breathing was rapid, her body tense with anticipation.
So he leaned close, the scent of her arousal in his nostrils, in his lungs, and she smelled incredible. His mouth watered with anticipation. “Are you watching, Kylie?”
She moaned again, but he didn’t move. Her eyes fluttered open and then she looked down at him.
His gaze locked onto hers and then he leaned in, pushing his tongue between her folds and flicking it against her clit.
Her breath hissed out of her, and he felt her thighs quiver.
“Keep watching me,” he told her, not lifting his mouth from her slick, delicious pussy. “I’ll keep doing this if you keep watching me.”
He saw her bite her lip, felt the whimper echoing through her, but her gaze remained locked on his. She was going to watch. Good. His hands bracketed her soft thighs and he buried his face between her legs, licking and sucking. With one hand, he pulled her pussy lips apart, forcing her clit to poke out further, and he took the little protruding nub and rolled it against his tongue.
Her whimper grew louder.
He kept her spread for his mouth, enjoying the sight of her pink, gleaming wet flesh pulled open for him to explore. And he sank two fingers into her core and began to thrust again, licking and sucking at her clit as she watched.
He felt her thighs tremble moments before another burst of wetness hit his lips, and then her breath caught on a sob as she came. And damn, she was sexy as she did. Her gaze remained on him even as he continued to thrust his fingers into her, his mouth full of her juices and his tongue on her clit.
When she finally came down, she sagged against the wall and drew in a deep breath.
Cade gave her one last swipe of his tongue and then he, too, reluctantly pulled away. He could have stayed there for hours, pleasuring her, but his point was made.
“That . . . wasn’t . . . fair,” she panted.
“I’m no longer interested in fair,” Cade told her, getting to his feet. His cock ached and throbbed, reminding him that he hadn’t had a chance to sate himself, but that wasn’t why he’d pleasured her. He’d done it because he wanted her to acknowledge that she wanted him.
Still, it was going to be awfully difficult for him to walk out of the janitorial closet with a massive erection. He leaned back against the door—blocking her from leaving—and closed his eyes, trying to regain his control. The scent of Kylie’s pleasure was still on his lips and in his mouth, though, and it was damn hard for him to focus.
To his surprise, a warm hand slid across the front of his trousers, cupping his length. “You might not be interested in fair,” she murmured, leaning in to him. Her breasts pushed against his chest for a moment before she slid down his front. “But I’m a firm believer in it.”
And she knelt in front of him and began to undo his belt.
And holy fuck, that was like something out of one of his nighttime fantasies, to see Kylie’s red mouth hovering near his aching cock, her kneeling in front of him to service him.
At the same time . . . he didn’t want her to put her mouth on him simply out of obligation. He shook his head. “I didn’t touch you so you would be forced to touch me.”
“Don’t you think I know that?” Her full mouth tugged into a seductive smile. “Don’t you think I can tell when a man wants to eat a pussy and when a man’s trying to get reciprocation only? It’s all about enthusiasm, and you are a very enthusiastic man.” She smiled up at him. “It makes a girl want to reciprocate for a variety of reasons.”