Rush: The Season (Austin Arrows Book 1)(76)

And yes, despite my obvious willingness, I’m nervous. What if someone saw us come in here? What if someone needs … whatever it is they keep in this room?

“I want to f*ck you with my tongue,” he groans roughly against my ear.

Okay, none of that seems to matter anymore because seriously…

Before I can tell him, “Yes, please,” Kingston drops to one knee before me, hefts my leg over his shoulder, and his mouth goes to work on me. I cry out, the warm rasp of his tongue so wicked I can hardly breathe. Clutching his head with one hand, I hold my dress up with the other, staring down my body to watch what he’s doing between my legs.

“Oh, God,” I moan, hoping no one hears me, but not really caring if they do. What Kingston is doing is better than anything I’ve felt in a really, really long time. Possibly ever.

When his fingers slide deep inside and his tongue flutters furiously against my clit, I can’t hold back. My orgasm turns me into a heated pool of sensation. If it weren’t for Kingston grabbing hold of me, I would’ve crumbled to the floor.

Then he’s back on his feet, his mouth locked to mine, and I taste myself on his tongue.

“Oh, God, Kingston,” I groan against his mouth as I clutch his shoulders. “Don’t stop now. I need ... more.”

“More what?” His deep voice rumbles in the small space. “Tell me what you need.”

“Fuck me.” The words come out breathless and needy but I don’t give a shit. “I need you to f*ck me.” I need it more than air.

“Patience, little girl,” he whispers, his breath fanning my mouth. “Let’s go back out there and say good night first.”

“You can’t be serious.” I stare into his eyes and see that he very much is.

His lips curl up in a grin.

I’ll admit, that disappoints me. How does he expect me to walk into that room full of strangers after he’s succeeded in sending my body into hyperspace with his mouth?

As though he knows I’m gearing up for an argument, Kingston presses a soft kiss to my lips, rights my dress, which is still bunched up around my waist, then takes my hand. “Ten minutes, tops. Then we’ll be in the limo, and we’ll have all the time in the world.”

That makes me hotter than before, and I’m not sure how that’s possible.



Twenty minutes later (not ten as promised), Kingston and I are in the limo on the way back to my house. Well, technically we’ll be driving around for a bit based on Kingston’s instructions to the driver.

“Come here,” Kingston urges, pulling me into his lap.

Once again my dress finds its way up over my hips as I straddle him, our lips fused together as he f*cks my mouth with his tongue. It’s as though the past few minutes didn’t exist and we’re right back in that closet. The tension in my body hasn’t abated, and my desperation has come to the forefront.

“It’s my turn,” I mumble against his lips.

He pulls back and his heated gaze drops to my mouth.

Looks like I don’t need to elaborate. Rather than do all the work myself, I ease off his lap and kneel on the floor by his feet, watching him.

“Ever since the shower, I’ve wanted to feel that sweet f*cking mouth on my dick,” he rasps gruffly.

My * clenches from his words. This man’s dirty mouth makes my blood boil. Honestly, I never thought of myself as that type of girl, but I am. I definitely am.

I hone my patience as Kingston slowly—deliberately, no doubt—frees his cock from his slacks. With genuine interest, I take a moment to stare at him. His cock is thick, hard, and so freaking long, and can only be described as eager. As though it needs something now.

“Come here, little girl,” he whispers, his voice rough with arousal. “Put those sweet lips on my dick.”

Leaning in, I plant my hands on his thighs and allow my tongue to sweep over the swollen head. Kingston hisses, which encourages me to continue.

“So sweet,” he groans, his hand curling around the back of my head as he urges me closer. It’s a demanding move, one that I happen to like. A lot. “Put your mouth on me, Ellie.”

I do as he wishes, taking the head between my lips and sucking gently as I work more of him into my mouth. He’s huge, so I have to take things slow. Every rumble that comes from his throat makes me want to work that much harder to please him.

My senses are flooded by him. The intoxicating scent of his cologne, the smoothness of his cock against my tongue, the gentle bite of pain from his fingers twisting in my hair. In this moment, the only thing I can think about is this man and what I’m doing to him. I never thought I could be so daring, but Kingston brings out a side of me I didn’t know was there. A sexy side. A wanton side.

“Oh, yeah, Ell,” he groans long and low in his throat, his fingers clutching my hair tighter. “Don’t stop doing that.”

I don’t know what it is I’m doing specifically, but I don’t stop. I continue to bob up and down, languidly sucking and licking him. I want to savor him for as long as I can, but as his fingers continue to tighten in my hair, I know that won’t be much longer.

“I don’t want to come yet,” he mumbles. “Not until I’m inside you.”

Chills race down my spine and my * clenches again. His words dial up my internal thermostat a few more degrees.