d never liked giving blow jobs until Sloan. He was different. His taste a little sweet, a little salty, and all Sloan.
Then he pressed against her entrance, the head of him pushing inside her. All other thoughts faded. Her muscles clenched and released, welcoming his presence. His cock filled her. He paused for a moment, breathing heavily. Then he drew back and thrust back in. She let out a cry of delight. It was almost too much. He rocked back and forth. Moving faster and faster. She needed more though.
Her head thrashed from side to side, her heart racing, pounding inside her. He touched her clit, rubbing it slowly. No. No, she needed harder. Faster. She wanted to come. But he kept his movements gentle as he continued to pound his way inside her.
She closed her eyes. Lightning flashed behind her eyelids. Her body grew more tense, a coiled spring ready to be released. She couldn’t take it. It was too much.
“Come now, Kinley. Come for me.”
Thank God.
He pressed down harder, flicking her nub firmly.
She screamed as she came with a crash, barely feeling him pound inside her then fall over the edge with her, a deep shout announcing his release.
She heard a chuckle and snuggled deeper into Sloan’s large, warm chest, hiding her face. Soon after their shared orgasm, Sloan had cleaned them both up, packed up his stuff then, wrapping her in a blanket, and carried her out into the lounging area. A few people occupied the room now, unlike earlier in the night. He’d settled on a plush couch with her on his lap then given her a drink of water and made her eat a small protein bar, which she’d had to force herself not to gobble down. She wondered if his legs were getting tired. But he’d move her if he had to, wouldn’t he?
And, right now, she really didn’t want to move. She was still slightly buzzed from their play and her shattering orgasm. She just wanted to sit there, with her butt hanging off the end of his lap, his arms surrounding her, his warmth making her feel drowsy and content. She didn’t have to worry about anything right now because Sloan was with her, and when he was there she was always safe.
Jeez, I sound like some corny movie.
She kept her face turned into his chest, not ready to face the outside world.
“Good scene, Sloan,” a male voice said from nearby. Alex.
She stiffened slightly but didn’t move her head.
“Thank you,” Sloan replied.
“Is your sub hiding?”
Sloan ran his big hand up and down her back. “It was her first orgasm in public, she’s entitled to a bit of shyness.”
She relaxed slightly, glad to hear there was no resentment or irritation in his voice. Not that she really expected any, but she didn’t want to annoy him.
She’d come in public. Oh, Lord, her daddy would be spinning in his grave to see his good little Kinley now. Her conservative upbringing still occasionally caused her consternation when it clashed with her kinky side.
Kinky Kinley. Maybe that should have been her nickname at school. Instead of Chunky Stevens. She snorted softly. Sloan’s hand paused on her back then resumed his gentle rubbing. He continued to talk to Alex. Other people stopped by, but she didn’t look up. Gradually, the low growl of Sloan’s voice, his heated body so close to hers, and the movement of his hand up and down her back made her feel sleepy and satisfied.
When he shifted underneath her, tensing slightly, she murmured her displeasure, snuggling in more deeply.
His chest moved as he chuckled.
“She’s all settled in like a contented kitten, isn’t she?” Alex asked.
“She’s tired,” Sloan told him. “I better get her home.”
“Sure. See you next week, Sloan.”
She didn’t want to go home. The thought of leaving him and going home to her tiny, cold apartment woke her up more assuredly than a glass of cold water to her face. She looked up at him, blinking to clear her blurry eyes.
“We’re finished playing?”
He ran a fingertip down her cheek then under her eyes. “You’re tired. You need sleep.”
She pushed out her bottom lip, and he tugged at it. “And none of that. I’ve fallen for those big, pleading eyes once today and given into you when I shouldn’t have. You need sleep. And it’s my job to take care of you.”
It was a bit hard to take care of her properly when they only saw each other once or twice a week. She pushed that thought back. It was better this way. Not too serious.