Rush: The Season (Austin Arrows Book 1)(84)

I release his hair long enough to remove my shirt, setting it on the bar beside me.

“So f*cking beautiful.”

Kingston’s fingertips brush the upper swell of my breast as he pulls my bra cup down, exposing my nipple. I can’t look away, watching intently when his tongue lashes my hypersensitive skin. Heat explodes in my core, my legs tightening around his waist. And when he sucks me into his mouth, a moan escapes.

For long minutes, Kingston worships my breasts, teasing, tormenting, driving me higher and higher. At one point, I even wonder if he can make me come like that. With just his mouth on my nipples.

Kingston’s mouth finds mine once again as he works the front clasp of my bra. When he releases it, he returns his attention to my breasts, this time nipping and sucking until I think I’m going to lose my mind.

“I wanna take you home, lay you out on my bed, and lick every inch of your body,” he says.

I want that, too.

He lifts his head and smiles at me, that wicked gleam in his eye telling me that he has something else in mind first.

And surprisingly, I’m okay with that.

Hell, at the moment, I’m okay with damn near anything he wants from me.





Kingston

As much as I would’ve liked laying Ellie out on the bar, I’m not about to risk someone looking in the window and seeing her. As far as I’m concerned, her body—at least for now—is only for my viewing pleasure.

Sliding my hands beneath her ass, I lift her off the bar, her legs still wrapped around me as I carry her to her office.

“My desk is kinda messy,” she whispers.

“No worries. It’ll only be uncomfortable for a little while. Ten minutes, tops,” I tell her.

“Way to woo a girl, Rush. Telling her you’ll be done in ten minutes,” she says with a chuckle.

“I didn’t say I would be done,” I clarify. “But I fully intend to make you come with my mouth in under ten minutes.”

Her sharp inhale makes my dick throb.

But that really is my plan. And then I intend to take her back to my place so I can spend the rest of the night making her come again and again.

Once in her office, I set her on the edge of her desk, then force her backward when I lean over her, fusing my mouth with hers. My hands return to her fantastic tits, kneading them gently as I eat at her mouth. My dick is rock f*cking hard, and no doubt I will have an indention from my zipper by the time we’re finished, but this is about Ellie.

While I kiss her, I let my hands trail down her stomach to the button on her jeans. It isn’t long before I have worked them open and managed to pull them down to her thighs. She is bucking beneath me, attempting to get closer, which only makes my dick more eager.

“Not yet, little girl,” I whisper as I stand up and stare down at her.

Ellie truly is the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on. Especially laid out on her desk, her shirt gone, bra open, jeans around her thighs… Fuck, she makes me ache.

Sliding my hands up the insides of her thighs, I watch her as she squirms on the desk.

“Fuck, I need to taste you,” I tell her, my gaze drifting down to the barely there red panties she is wearing.

I have to admit, I really like her choice in lingerie. I doubt I’ll ever be able to look at her again and not think about what she might possibly be hiding beneath her clothes.

Because I’m eager to get her back to my place, I set out to pleasure her, leaning over and pressing my lips to the soft, smooth skin beneath her navel. Leaving her panties in place, I graze them with my chin, then hook my finger along the elastic and shift them to the side.

Her pretty pink lips glisten in the overhead light. “You’re wet for me.”

Ellie nods, though she probably figures it isn’t a question.

“Kingston…”

Again, I love how eager she is, how she doesn’t mind begging for what she wants.

Using the tip of my tongue, I graze her swollen clit. When she hisses, her hips bucking up off the desk, I flatten my tongue and lick her fully, savoring the taste of her. Holding her silky flesh open with my fingers, I dive in, licking, sucking, bringing her closer and closer to where I want her to be.

Twice, when I think she might go over the edge, I pull back, kissing her thigh before returning my attention to her sweet *. I don’t simply want her to come, I want her to come apart.

“Make me come,” she rasps. “Please, Kingston … make me come.”

Her wish is my command.

I flick her clit with my tongue, sucking her into my mouth, then drive two fingers inside her tight entrance, curling them just so…

“Oh, God!”

Ellie’s back bows as she comes on my fingers, her clit pulsing against my tongue, her inner walls clamping down. I want to draw out her orgasm a million more times, but I don’t want to do it here, so I let her ride out her climax, easing my fingers from her body, kissing her smooth skin a few more times before helping her back into her clothes.

“Our ten minutes isn’t completely up,” Ellie says with a mischievous gleam in her eyes. “I could always return the favor.”

The thought of her blowing me in her office is almost too much to resist. The only reason I do is because I want to savor the rest of the night, not rush through it.

And in order to make that happen, I need to get her back to my place.