“Oh, fuck yes,” I moaned.
Kyle’s fingers pressed in, and my body yielded hesitantly to the intrusion. The stretch was uncomfortable and foreign, but strangely addicting. So dirty and wrong, and hotter than the surface of the sun.
His mouth was relentless. His tongue flicked and fluttered. If I’d had use of my hands, I’d have held his head at the perfect spot, but I couldn’t. He kept moving, so I lifted my lower body, grinding against his lips. That, in combination with the dirty thrusts of his fingers, sent me sprinting wildly down into my orgasm. I fell out of control as ecstasy pulled me into oblivion like gravity.
“Oh, God, oh, God!” My cry as I came was so loud, it verged on a scream. He didn’t let up, either. His tongue continued to mov
e, wringing more pleasure from my body. Sparks shot through me, followed by aftershocks of bliss. I convulsed, everything shaking like a massive earthquake.
The orgasm wasn’t as long as I was used to, but it was fucking intense. I collapsed on the floor, shaking in the aftermath, unable to catch my breath. Kyle dropped soft kisses on the spot where my leg met my body as he gently removed his fingers from me.
My ears were ringing, and blood pounded in my head. The orgasm had done a number and left me hazy. At one point, he put the sifter back up on the counter, stood, and went to the sink. Water ran from the faucet. He washed the powdered sugar from his hands and grabbed paper towels, wetting them.
“Mmmm,” I moaned as he dragged the warm, damp towels over my skin, scrubbing it clean. “That feels nice.” I smiled at him when he gave extra attention to my boobs. He’d been practically obsessed with them when we’d been together.
“Better?” There was a gleam in his eyes, telling me he wasn’t just asking about the powdered sugar.
“Yes, much.” I sat up and continued to recover as he used the paper towels to mop up any of the remaining mess on the floor. “That orgasm was pretty spectacular.”
He looked pleased with himself as he tossed the towels in the garbage. “Sounded like it.”
When he’d risen to his feet, he held out his hand, offering to help me, but I pushed it away. I moved onto my knees and clenched a hand around his hard dick. He didn’t fight me. He leaned back against the counter and gripped the edge with his hands, making his arms flex and show off his tone.
“You look really good,” I blurted out as I pumped my fist on him. “I mean, you’ve always been hot, but . . . Damn, Kyle.” My gaze drifted over his chest and down his trim torso, then up to meet his blue eyes.
He blinked with what seemed to be surprise. Which . . . come again? He oozed confidence. There was no way he didn’t already know this, yet his voice was unsure. “Thanks.”
I smiled more to myself than him, and leaned in, setting the tip of his cock against my lips. His head was tipped down and he stared at me intently as I opened my mouth and took him inside. Our gazes held each other’s, and it was . . . hot. His eyes were full of longing, but his eyebrows pulled together and his hands seized my jaw.
His tone was light and soft. “And just what do you think you’re doing?”
I said it with a mouth full of dick. “Returning the favor?” I backed off him. “Is this a problem?”
He chuckled. “No, just don’t get carried away.” He brushed the bangs out of my eyes so he could look at me better. “I believe I mentioned I have plans for you tonight. Don’t go ruining them.”
His soft, unspoken threat made desire pool inside me. What would he do if I did? Would he spank me so hard the marks would stay on my body until tomorrow? The idea made me shudder with desire.
I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and swirled my tongue over his velvet skin. I loved going down on him. All the noises he made. Feeling him twitch as I licked a long pass on the underside. Sometimes giving him pleasure was better than receiving it. And when our gazes were connected, like they were right now, and his eyes brimmed with want? That was when he looked the absolute best.
No other man compared to Kyle McCreary.
Shit. I was pissed the thought had snuck into my mind. This was about sex. Sex, and not one goddamn thing else, Ruby!
I swallowed him up in my mouth as best I could, and my tongue cartwheeled over him, eliciting a sigh from above. It was somewhat awkward kneeling on the hard floor, but it was worth it when his breath hitched. I liked the sensation when his fist curled around my ponytail and guided me along.
It didn’t make sense how I trusted him so completely in the bedroom, but not outside of it. Every night since learning the truth, I’d wondered what would have happened if I hadn’t made the wrong assumption, left him the angry voicemail, or lied about the night he’d left.
Would we have still ended up here, me happily sucking his cock after he’d given me a mind-blowing orgasm on the kitchen floor?
More thoughts I shouldn’t be having. I poured my frustration into my task, letting my annoyance with myself fuel my desire. I bobbed faster on him, sliding my fist along until it was wet with my saliva, and Kyle was panting.
“Okay, enough,” he said.
Only I didn’t stop. Maybe it was a last-ditch effort to curb my feelings for him. If I disobeyed, it stood to reason he’d punish me. Would he go deep into my willing list and try one of the darker things there?
Of course, I wasn’t supposed to enjoy punishment, but I worried I would.
What if it was already too late for me? Goddamn him for telling me we couldn’t have anything more. I fucked him with my mouth, ignoring his second command to stop. He was close. So close.