I want to jump up and wrap my legs around him, but I know he’s hurt, so I rein in the urge. Instead, I start kissing him hungrily, letting him know this game is over.
“Missed you, too,” he murmurs against my lips, grinning salaciously when he realizes he just won. “And you look damn good in my shirt, baby.”
I can’t help but grin, and that just makes me kiss him harder. It’s a rough kiss, one that turns savage and loses all the romantic taste. We’re two sticks of dynamite right now, both of our fuses lit and burning toward an inevitable explosion.
He picks me up by my ass, and I forget about the fact he’s hurt—until he winces and grunts. Apparently he forgot, too.
I jump down, which forces the kiss to separate, and he grins sheepishly at me. “Looks like you’ll be on top,” he says, grinning bigger.
Trying my damnedest to look sexy, I start undoing the button on his jeans, making short work of the zipper next, as he backs me against the wall.
“Or we can fuck on the counter in the kitchen,” he says hoarsely as my lips start sliding down his neck.
We’re not far from the kitchen, barely out of the foyer.
As soon as his pants drop, I start pushing his black boxer-briefs down, taking only a second to appreciate how good they look hanging just below his hip bones.
“Tria, I can’t fuck you against the—oh shit.”
His words break off into a rasp whisper when I drop to a crouching position and lick the small droplet of moisture from the tip of his dick, shocking him so much that he has to catch his balance on the wall with both hands.
This is the first time I’ve done this for him, and with his body all tense and strained, I’m glad that I’ve held out. It’ll make it all the better.
Just barely taking the head into my mouth, I suck and twirl my tongue, forcing him to work harder not to thrust into my mouth.
“Baby, you’re fucking killing me right now,” he growls.
***
KODE
She’s trying to kill me. That’s all there is to it.
Her mouth is heaven and hell, because it’s so close to feeling good, but she keeps teasing me. Suddenly, she takes me as deep as she can, forcing me to fist my hands against the wall as my knees try to buckle. Then she wraps her hand around the rest, and with dueling motions, she pumps, sucks, and drives me out of my motherfucking mind with unnatural pleasure.
She sure as fuck knows what the hell she’s doing, and I start finding it impossible to hold out much longer. When she does some bizarre, divine, insane combination with her tongue, suction, and the twisting of her fist, my balls tighten, my toes curl until they cramp, and I explode without giving her any warning because words can’t form.
But she doesn’t stop or even react. She keeps sucking me until she’s milked me dry, and my whole body becomes damn near boneless. I can’t breathe. No… I can’t think, breathe, speak, or even move right now.
“Must have been good,” she says while getting up, rising in a slow, sexy way that has me cursing myself for not being able to hold out longer.
I clumsily reach for her, trying to find a way to show appreciation when my body refuses to cooperate. She giggles softly, a sound that warms everything in me, and I finally manage to pull her back to me and kiss her. She grins against my lips, and then she starts pulling me to the bedroom, while I stumble out of my shoes and jeans the rest of the way.
“You need five minutes?” she asks, obviously amused by my damn rubbery legs as I stagger behind her, pulling my shirt over my head.
“Yeah,” I scoff, grinning as she starts slowly unbuttoning my shirt that she is wearing.
Still weak, I follow her into the bedroom just as she drops the shirt and stands in front of me completely naked.
Did I just growl?
She crawls onto the bed, smiling over her shoulder at me, and giving me new fantasies to work with. How the hell did I overlook her for so long? She’s more perfect for me than Rain ever was.
Like a madman, I pounce, eliciting a giggle from her as I toss her onto her back and push her up onto the bed. I settle between her legs and begin kissing down all the soft flesh of her body, making my way down until my breath brushes the part of her body that I’ve been dying to get inside.
She moans, making my cock twitch despite my recent release, and my tongue finds the wet heat waiting for me. She bucks and whimpers, but I wrap my arm over her waist to hold her in place, pushing my face closer as I take my time, teasing and arousing her to the point of making her desperate.
Each flick of my tongue has her begging, and I fight the urge to grin. Tria begging is my new favorite thing.