Rush: The Season (Austin Arrows Book 1)(112)

A rustle of noise has me glancing down, noticing the plastic sack in his hand for the first time.

“What is that?”

His smile is wicked. “I brought toys.”

Oh, damn. “What kind of toys?” There’s a slight tremor in my voice, and my nipples have betrayed me.

Kingston’s eyes drop to my nipples and I watch as he swallows hard. He doesn’t answer my question, but he does toe off his boots before crawling on the bed beside me. I go for the bag but he pulls it out of my reach.

“Keep fingering your *, Ellie. I want to watch.” The sense of wonder in his voice makes my inner muscles clench.

The plastic rustles and I watch patiently as he pulls something out. It’s a blindfold, and I don’t have to ask how this night is going to go.

“I think you read my mind,” I tell him, staring up into his dark eyes.

“How so?”

I swallow hard. “I don’t want to think tonight.”

His smile is devious. “Little girl, I can definitely help with that.”

When his mouth meets mine, I reach for him, pulling him down until his shirt is brushing my chest, the soft cotton tormenting my painfully erect nipples. My tongue slides against his as he works the blindfold over my head. I don’t bother to stop him. I don’t want to stop him. The idea of him having his wicked way with me turns me on like nothing else.

The kiss lingers but ends far too soon for my liking. It’s almost as though Kingston is holding back. I could be imagining that, though.

“You trust me, Ellie?” he whispers, his breath fanning my lips.

“I do,” I assure him.

“Good.”

He reaches for one of my wrists, lifting it above my head. “I’m not going to restrain you, but I want you to keep your hands right here.”

He places my fingers on the wooden spool in my headboard. There are two of them, so I reach for the other with my free hand and gladly hold on to them.

“If you move your hands, I’ll stop.”

“Is that a threat?” I tease.

“It works twofold. If you want me to stop, take your hands down. If you let go, I’ll take that to mean you don’t want any more.”

I can’t imagine not wanting more. I don’t care what he has in mind. I’ve been thinking about him all day. Even when I was talking to James, I thought about Kingston. I wished I could’ve invited him to go with me to the mall. I wish I could’ve had him there by my side. I probably would have, if I didn’t think it would’ve been weird. And it would’ve been weird.

Kingston has always been my friend. We’ve had some interesting conversations in the past, but nothing that bordered on emotional. Even during the time we’ve been having sex, we’ve kept it relatively safe. I think that’s what Kingston is hoping for. He doesn’t want to get too close to me, and I can understand that. This is only pretend. Even if the sex is very real and my heart pounds when I think about him, it is still pretend. I’m only allowed to expect orgasms, not love.

I simply have to remember that.

The plastic bag rustles again, and I hear him laying things out on the mattress beside me. I wish I could see what he has, but in the same sense, I don’t. I want to be at this man’s mercy tonight.

A groan escapes me when his fingertip glides over my nipple. He follows the sensual touch with an erotic pinch that makes my clit pulse with need. He continues to apply pressure until I gasp. A sudden shocking warmth envelops my breast, and I realize he’s using his mouth.

“Oh, God,” I whisper, the words nothing more than a barely audible plea for more.

I lay there, reminding myself not to let go of the headboard while he works his hands and his mouth over my upper body. I want to beg him to go lower, to put that exquisite tongue to good use, but I refrain. I don’t want to do anything to make him stop. Based on the blindfold and him not allowing me to use my hands, it seems to me that Kingston wants to be in charge.

Little does he know, I want him to be in charge, too.

More than I want anything else.





Kingston

When I came up with the idea of blindfolding Ellie, I thought it was a good one. As I continue to tease her with my tongue, I’m not sure that’s the case anymore. I want to see her eyes. I want to witness the way she watches me when I pleasure her. But I did this for that very reason. I need something to sever the connection I have with Ellie. Something to temporarily provide me with a little relief.

Sex is fantastic. Sex with Ellie is better than fantastic. I want to give her pleasure in ways she could never imagine, but again, that connection I have with her makes it so much better. And though she’s blindfolded and she isn’t using her hands, I can still feel it. I’m trying to put some emotional space between us, but I don’t think it’s working. Not for me, anyway.

I draw her nipple into my mouth, working the hardened point with my teeth while she moans softly, her back bowing off the bed, urging me to give her more. I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. In fact, I yank my shirt over my head so I can feel her skin against mine.

It’s a wonder I haven’t come already. Just walking into the room to find her nearly naked and waiting for me… My dick sprung a leak as soon as my brain registered what my eyes were witnessing. The woman is so goddamn sexy.