“I want it so bad,” I mewled, my mind and body completely consumed with the need for his finger to be inside me.
“I’m not convinced.”
His gravelly voice drifted into my consciousness, and I decided to show him rather than tell him. I moved one of my hands down to his with the intent of making him do what I wanted, but his hand swiftly left my panties to grab hold of mine. A groan escaped my lips at being thwarted.
“I said tell me, not show me,” he warned, trapping my hand in his firm grip.
Lust had taken over my body, pure need flowing through every vein. Kick had always been a master of bringing me to the edge, of driving me to complete desperation.
Desperate for his touch.
Desperate for his words.
Desperate to be joined as one.
“I want you more than anything else in this world, baby,” I whispered.
He stilled and I waited.
I knew those words would send him over the edge, and I was right. He let me go so he could roughly push me against the wall. Forcing his body hard against mine, his hands took hold of my face and his mouth pressed down onto mine as he took what he wanted. A searing kiss that was as demanding as it was tender.
My arms wrapped around him and I dug my fingers into his back, knowing that would fire him up as much as my words had. Kick was right about something he’d said the other day – we knew each other so well. Sex with him was amazing because we knew exactly what turned each other on.
His kiss grew more urgent, his body pressed even harder against me, and I took everything he had to give. Years of denying our desire shaped this kiss and I felt it all.
He devoured me.
He worshipped me.
He loved me.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he murmured as he ended the kiss and searched my face. His finger lightly traced patterns over my lips. When he forced my lips open, I took what he offered and sucked his finger, tasting myself there, swirling my tongue over his finger because I knew he loved that. I knew he got off on me tasting myself and loving it.
I reached for the button on his jeans and he let me, but he never took his eyes off mine. Once I had his jeans undone, I reached in and took hold of his hard cock, running my thumb over the pre-cum on the tip. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment and he exhaled a hard breath. When he gave me back his gaze, I said, “I’m ready for your Valentine’s present now.”
“Suck my cock, baby . . . show me how fuckin’ much you love me,” he commanded, heat-filled eyes telling me how much he wanted that.
My lips pulled up at the ends in a smile. I loved sucking his cock. Without hesitation, I knelt and pulled his jeans and boxers down to free his cock. After he’d kicked his pants aside, I ran my hands up his legs, taking my time so I could appreciate the muscles he’d built since last I’d had this pleasure. His hand landed on my head. The way he held tight combined with the sounds of his heavy breaths told me how much he wanted this. I took hold of his cock and wrapped my lips around the tip and gently sucked it. Only the tip. Two could play at the game of tease.
His hand pressed harder on my head, trying to force me to take his entire length into my mouth. “Fuck, Evie, suck the whole fuckin’ thing, baby,” he groaned, obviously craving what I wanted to make him work for.
I gripped him harder and stroked the length of him while moving my mouth away. “All in good time,” I murmured, enjoying the game.
Just as I was settling in to play with him a bit more, hands reached under my arms and yanked me up and over his shoulder. He strode down my hall and towards my bedroom while I cried out, “Kick! Put me down!”
His hand met my ass in a slap that jolted pain through me while at the same time causing intense pleasure to shoot through me. “Not fuckin’ likely, sweetheart. You wanna play with me? Well, we play my fuckin’ way,” he said, and I almost came just from his words. At his promise.
Fuck me, I loved it when Kick took charge like this.
A minute later he dumped me on the bed before standing at the end of the bed and demanding, “Where are they?”
I shifted to lean on my elbows and look up at him. Frowning, I asked, “Where’s what?”
“The cuffs I bought you.”
Oh god, yes.
“In the bottom drawer,” I said, pointing my chin at the chest of drawers in the corner.
He stalked over to the drawers, found what he was after and came back to me. “Up and turn around,” he barked, indicating for me to stand in front of him facing the other way.
Without hesitation, I did what he said and a moment later, he snapped the handcuffs on my wrists and locked them into place. His hand slid around my waist to spin me around to face him again. The carnal desire written on his face pulsed happiness through me and my body buzzed with expectation.
This is going to blow my fucking mind.
He ran his finger across my lips and said, “I want these lips around my cock and I want you to suck until I come like I haven’t come in three fuckin’ years.” He paused, his gaze locked on my lips as if his mind was far away, and then he murmured, “There are no lips like yours, Evie.”
As my body tried to cope with the assault of desire his words caused, his hands moved to my shoulders and pushed me down to my knees. Once he had me where he wanted me, one of his hands held my head in place while the other one guided his cock into my mouth. I took it all the way in and began sucking. My hands locked behind my back itched to be involved, but he’d made sure I had no control over this so I worked with what I had. My lips and tongue worked him up into a frenzy and I almost gagged as he forced his dick as far down my throat as he could, but Kick and I had this down to a fine art from years of practice and he knew when to back off and I knew when to breathe.