Without knocking and buried in the thoughts of Kyrin putting me to bed the night before, I tap open the door and pause when I see Kyrin awake with his hand curled around his dick. He makes no sudden movements as he slowly drags his lazy eyes up to me while continuing to leisurely pump the thickness of his length, running his thumb over the head.
“What, Lilith?”
He’s shirtless, which means his tight muscles are all on display. My mouth waters when I catch his sweats that are tugged partially down. He tilts his head back while biting down on his bottom lip, hissing between his teeth as the veins in his neck swell against his skin. Oh God.
“Ah, I can come back…” I say, hitching my thumb over my shoulder. What the fuck is wrong with me? My words feel jumbled in my mouth as my heart thrashes against my rib cage.
“If you leave, I’ll drag you back by your hair.” He straightens until he’s looking directly at me again. His cheeks are flushed. I can only make out some of his features by the soft lighting strips of the LED. He has black lights in his room, which display more as purple. “Come here.”
I do as I’m told, entering farther into his room until my shins hit the foot of his bed. Four mahogany posts hold up the super king bed with a headboard punched in leather. A gas fireplace is built into the wall above his bed, and when I look up, I catch myself looking at a mirrored version of both of us. His room is a lot bigger than the one I’m in—I’m almost certain it’s the master. The room decor’s relevance is about as minuscule as dust right now since Kyrin is spread in front of me fucking himself, and all I can think of is I. Want. In. “Dizzy” from MISSIO is playing somewhere tucked away and the lights flicker on and off to the slow, carnal beat. Sweat gathers down the crux of his chest and my thighs clench when I notice his hasty breathing thicken with every rise and fall.
I don’t say a word, afraid to fill the atmosphere with monotonous chatter. My fingers cloak one of the posts of his bed and I pull myself up onto the mattress.
“Fuck…” His tone is so low and penetrating, but the simple cuss slaps me across the face.
Hooking my fingers into my shirt, I toss it onto the floor and begin turning to put him on a backward show, but his hands latch around my ankles. He tugs me down onto the bed and crawls on top, caging me in with one arm.
“I’ve heard so much about your madness…” He lowers his mouth to the side of my neck and bites down on my skin while lifting my leg to rest against his hip. “Wanna let me play with it a little?”
My nipples harden and my breath catches in my throat. “Fine, but ride her hard and put her away wet…” I tease the old saying, my Cheshire cat smirk far too valiant for the current position I’m in. Or not, since I already know I can have sex for hours.
I trained for it. I hide my smugness inside—before I realize one thing. I was trained for sex with men who had no effect on me. Zilch. Shit.
“You game for war?”
“Winner gets what?” He circles his hips into mine. Hot flashes bite over my flesh when I find myself digging my nails into the curve of his shoulders. “Use your words, Lilith. Winner gets what?”
Don’t be a little bitch, Lilith. You can eat him for breakfast. Just don’t look into his eyes or breathe in his poison.
“I haven’t thought that far ahead. Can we just see who wins first?”
Kyrin’s cocky grin rests against my neck, his hand moving over my ribs and up to cup my breast. He flicks one of my piercings. “These are sexy as fuck.” He moves down and catches the metal between his teeth. “But it’s not the piercing I want to play with right now.” He continues moving down my body until his head is between my thighs. The piercing that is to help with all. Nipples and genitals are the only piercings allowed.
I fist his wild hair between my fingers, forcing his head up so I can look directly into his eyes. Despite the fact I literally just begged myself not to do that. “You’re playing dirty. You’ll make me come quick doing that.”
He holds my stare while his tongue drags out between his lips and skims over the swollen nub between my thighs. “Me and the word clean don’t go together. Something you’re about to find out.”
His lips cover my clit and I hiss, my head tilting back until my hair splays out over my back. He slides his tongue up my slit, while his other hand comes to my breast. He squeezes my nipple roughly while his tongue curls and slides over every sensitive area on my body. My stomach muscles clench, my thighs tightening around his head when my orgasm tears through my bones, settling in my muscles.