A Secret for a Secret (All In #3)(31)

“Hey, I’m not done with you!” I try to catch her ankle before she can get too far, but all of a sudden I have an excellent view of what she’s doing to me. I groan at the sight of her stretched out between my thighs, fingers wrapped around the base of my erection, lips covering the head, cheeks hollowed out as she sucks. “You are depravedly stunning like this.”

She pops off for a second, tongue circling the ridge, hand moving up and down. “Do you like it when my mouth is full of your cock, Kingston?” Her lips cover the head again and slide back down.

“You have no idea.” I prop myself up on one elbow so I can skim the place where her bottom lip meets the base of my shaft with my thumb, and then along her throat when I feel the head bump the back. I try to remain civilized and respectful, but it’s a challenge when she says things like that and follows it up with deep throating my entire erection. “I want inside all of you like this.”





CHAPTER 11





THAT SEEMS RASH


Queenie

I don’t think Kingston realizes that his constant commentary is an absolute turn-on. And it’s not like he ever says anything really and truly dirty. It’s more that he just keeps talking and offering praise in the form of mostly PG statements.

I hum around his erection, determined to actually take all of him, because listening to him lose it is becoming one of my favorite things. His fingertips drag along the soft, sensitive place under my chin, and he grunts his approval.

“I can’t hold off anymore, Queenie,” he warns.

I press my thumb against the spot under his balls, and his fingers slide into my hair, curling to grip the strands as he finally lets go. His expression reflects both hunger and satisfaction.

I’ve always been a fan of oral: obviously receiving is amazing with someone who knows what they’re doing. But I find that with Kingston I love the giving, maybe because he gets so into it, and he likes to give while he gets. I’ve always assumed it would be too much of a distraction, but I’m finding I don’t mind having to split my focus at all.

When he’s spent, he flops back on the mattress with a sigh. “Your mouth is glorious, Queenie.”

“So is yours.” I stretch out beside him. His hair is an absolute mess from my hands having been in it while we were kissing, his face is flushed, and he’s breathing heavily. “You wanna check to see if you have condoms in your room before you get hard again?”

He side-eyes me. “Uh . . . are you serious?”

“I get the shot, but I figure you’d want to be extra safe like the Boy Scout you are. You’ll get hard in, like, five minutes; might as well be prepared for all possible scenarios, don’t you think?”

He rubs at his bottom lip and exhales a long breath. “Uh, I’d like to talk to your dad first.”

“Why? It’s not like you’re going to ask him for permission to have sex with me.”

“Well, no, but I’d at least like to get his consent to date you.” He runs his palm down his chest and back up.

“Oh. Right.” I guess he’s taking me seriously about convincing my dad it’s okay for me to get involved with him. “But I don’t see what that has to do with us having sex.”

“I’d like to take you out for dinner first.”

“What if we order room service?”

“I mean, I’d like to take you on a proper date, where I pick you up at your house and bring you flowers and chocolate. Then I’ll take you out for a nice dinner.”

“It’s kinda late to do that tonight, don’t you think?” I glance at the clock on the nightstand. It’s already ten. It’s way too late for a dinner date.

A grin tips up the corner of his mouth, and he scratches his neck. “It is.”

“So . . . does that mean you don’t want to have sex with me tonight?” He’s already getting hard again. I poke his semisoft penis and frown. I’m not sure if it’s the lighting or what, but it looks a little red . . . and bumpy.

“No. I mean, yes, of course. I want to be inside you more than I want my next breath.” He skims my cheek with his fingertips. “But I want to do things in the right order, and so far it’s all been very backward. Let me put the effort in, Queenie. I want to show you you’re worth it.”

“When you put it that way . . .” I prop myself up on an elbow, ready to barter for a round of wet Slip ’N Slide, but I’m distracted by the blotchy red patches that have appeared on his chest and stomach. “Uh, is this normal?”

He glances at my hand, which is right by his now mostly erect, hot-pink peen. “We’re talking about sex, and you’re naked, and all I can smell and taste is you, so yeah, getting hard is normal.”

“No, I mean this.” I poke one of the raised red welts below his navel and follow the visual trail that extends all the way up his chest, to his nipples, over his neck, and to his mouth. I can actually see it growing progressively worse with each passing second. “Are you having an allergic reaction? Oh my God, are you allergic to me?”

“What? Oh hell!” King sits up in a rush and runs a hand from his pecs to his peen.

“Do you have any allergies?”

“Just strawberries. I get hives if I eat them or touch them.”