hanna sings about fist fighting with fire just to get close to someone, his hands bracket my hips.
Kingston presses his mouth against my ear. “I’m done playing bullshit games with you, Jazz.”
My breath catches as he starts grinding into me from behind. “Who said I’m playing games?”
His teeth clamp down on the spot where my neck meets my shoulder, making me simultaneously gasp and wince. He never answers my question and, instead, grabs my hand, pulling me out of the ballroom.
“What are you doing?” I try jerking away from him, but it’s no use.
Kingston’s head snaps back. “Just shut the fuck up before I throw you over my shoulder.”
I’m too shocked—and turned on by that image—to do anything but follow. He turns the handle on a few different doors before finding one that’s unlocked. Kingston whips the door open and shoves me into a darkened room.
My eyes don’t even have time to adjust before he’s on me, crashing his lips against mine. A palpable need consumes us as our tongues battle for supremacy. Kingston rips his mouth away, leaving a trail of kisses down my neck as he kneads my breast. My hands find the zipper of his pants, sliding it down while his are pawing the back of my dress.
“Where the fuck is the zipper on this thing?”
“Left side,” I pant.
He finds the hidden zipper, yanking it down before pushing the straps off my shoulders. My bra is off in a flash, and his tongue immediately finds my nipple, circling the tightened bud before sucking it into his mouth.
My head falls back. “Oh, shit.”
I push Kingston’s suit jacket off while his nimble fingers work the buttons of his shirt. Once his bare chest is exposed, I slide my nails down the ridges of his chest and abdomen before pulling his dick out of his pants and pumping my fist up and down.
Kingston releases a strangled groan. “Fuck.”
I step out of the dress, pooling at my feet. My eyes have adjusted enough where I can see the whites of his eyes widen as I drop to my knees before him. I pull Kingston’s pants down over his hips and, without preamble, suck the flared head into my mouth. My nails bite into his ass as I bob up and down before opening my jaw and lowering farther. Kingston releases a string of curses as I swallow, bringing him into my throat. He groans as I pull back, flattening my tongue on the underside of his cock before releasing him with a pop.
“Fucking hell, Jazz,” Kingston mutters.
Before I can dive back in, Kingston scoops his hands under my armpits and lifts me up. He taps the back of my thighs, prompting me to jump as he lifts me up, circling my legs around his waist.
A smirk toys at my lips. “What’s wrong? You’re not a fan of deep throating?”
He takes a few steps forward before setting me down on the edge of a conference table.
“That was quite possibly my favorite thing ever, but I’d be a two-pump chump if you kept that up.”
The laughter dies on my lips as he pulls my underwear to the side, exposing my pussy to the air-conditioned room. Kingston wastes no time, his fingers honing in on my entrance and dipping inside. He curls his fingers and starts rubbing his thumb over my clit. I start riding his hand, furiously trying to get there when he stops abruptly.
“Hey!” I whine. “What the hell are you doing? Move, goddammit!”
“You’re not in control here, sweetheart. The sooner you figure that out, the better.”
I know that’s not exactly true. If I told him I wasn’t ready to have sex, he’d respect that. He’d be pissed, considering how worked up we both are, but he wouldn’t force himself on me. I have absolutely no intention of telling him to stop, though. If he keeps working his magical fingers, I can pretend for a bit.
I wrap my fist around the tie still knotted at his neck. “Kiss me.”
His white teeth flash in the darkness as a smile breaks out. “Say, please.”
I narrow my eyes. “Bite me.”
Kingston’s teeth clamp down on the muscle running along the nape of my neck. I didn’t mean that literally, but I’m not complaining.
My head falls back when his mouth lands on my nipple again, frantically flicking his tongue over one, then the other.
“Oh, God.”