Rush: The Season (Austin Arrows Book 1)(88)

“The request to kinkify you.”

Oh, right. That request.

I moan when his mouth latches on to my neck, the warmth sending electrical pulses right to my clit.

“I plan to do very naughty things to you.”

God, I hope so. “Like what?”

His hands continue to roam, sliding over my breasts, then down my stomach until he reaches the apex of my thighs. Kingston manages to force my legs wider, hooking my knees over his thighs, opening me completely.

I have to lean back against him when his fingers slide against my slick flesh, gliding over my clit, then lower. I’m already wet and ready for him. So ready.

“Everything,” he replies. “I plan to show you all the ways I can pleasure your body. Even ways you never thought possible.”

I like the way he thinks, but I can’t deny there is a slight bit of trepidation on my part. I have had good sex in my life, but no doubt about it, I’ve had purely vanilla sex. Nothing kinky, nothing adventurous. Pretty much, missionary-penis-in-vagina is about the extent of my experience. However, I’m not above watching porn, so I know there are a lot of kinky things that are far out of my realm of expertise.

“Just don’t hurt me.” A breathless moan escapes when he pushes one finger inside me. What I mean to say is don’t break my heart. I know Kingston would never physically cause me pain, but I can’t say as much about emotionally. I know I’m not supposed to get attached to him, but I can feel it already happening. And that scares me.

“Little girl, I’ll never hurt you. I swear to it.”

I know he won’t, at least not intentionally, and that is the only reason I manage to give myself over to this man, willing to let him do whatever he wants to me.





Kingston

This woman…

I’ve never seen a more beautiful woman in my life, and it isn’t simply because she has a rocking body that my hands can’t seem to get enough of. It’s everything about her. She pulls me in, makes me want crazy things. If it weren’t for the fact that my brain is on overload, my body aching desperately to be one with her, I’d probably be waxing poetic right about now.

Instead, I’m riding the high that her sensual moans invoke. The way she is leaning into me, her hands sliding over my arms as I continue to tease her with my fingers against her smooth, wet flesh. I want to make her come a million different ways. I want to spend the next twenty-four hours learning her body, learning every gasp and moan, every sigh and swallow.

“Kingston…”

I can hear the desperation in her tone. I know she needs more than I’m giving her right now, but that’s part of the buildup. Not to mention, it’s keeping me from coming like a f*cking teenage boy.

Somehow, I scrounge deep and muster more willpower as I get to my feet. After helping Ellie onto the bed, I quickly shed the rest of my clothes, wanting once again to feel her skin against mine. The way she’s watching me sends splinters of electricity pulsing beneath my skin. There’s no doubt she’s impressed by my naked body, and that does something strange to me. In my line of work, it’s not unusual to find muscle and strength. That’s what the job requires. But seeing the heat in her eyes when she visually caresses every inch of me… It makes all the effort worth it.

Crawling over her, I find Ellie’s mouth with mine. Although I’m holding myself above her, intent on not crushing her beneath my weight, it’s not easy when Ellie attempts to pull me down on top of her. The heat of her skin sends chills racing down my spine. My dick is rock hard and aching to be buried inside her sweet, wet *.

I pull back and stare down at her, smiling into her beautiful green eyes.

“I know you want slow,” she whispers softly, “but if you keep looking at me like that … I’m going to come without you.”

Damn. “Do you even know how hot it is when you say shit like that?”

She’s laughing, but I can tell she likes that I think so.

I lower my lips to hers once more, thrusting my tongue into her mouth as I grind my erection against the silky smooth spot between her thighs. She moans again, her arms wreathing my neck, and the next thing I know, I’m on my back and Ellie is straddling my hips.

She looks even better like this. All of that long, silky hair hanging over her shoulders, a layer of perspiration dotting her skin. She’s sex personified.

Ellie leans down and I expect her to kiss me, but her mouth glides over my jaw to my ear. I groan when she nips my earlobe.

“Condom.”

I smile. The woman is very aggressive when she wants to be.

I like that.

I nod to my left. “Top drawer of the nightstand.”

Without relinquishing her position, Ellie leans over, pulls open the drawer, and retrieves a condom. I’m lost in watching her as she moves farther down my legs, ripping the package open with her teeth while she does. She casts a radiant smile at me as she rolls the latex over my dick.

I suck in a breath, loving the way her fingers feel against my shaft. It’s f*cking sexy to watch a woman suit you up. And it’s especially sexy to watch Ellie do it. The way she bites her lip in concentration…

“I take it you’re not into foreplay,” I tease as she once again leans over me, my sheathed cock sliding through her slit.

“Oh, I am. But we’ll have to change that to after play, because…”