Khan (Bowen Boys, #2)(29)

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Monica’s mind hurt along with her head. Dylan had left just under an hour ago and she was still reeling from all he’d told her. Most of which had to do with reading others’ minds.

It wasn’t really hard. She only had to concentrate a little and so much information came to her. Dylan had told her it was because most people didn’t know there were people like them and didn’t try to hide what they thought. But the two of them knew and they had to be careful, very careful.

“And you must at all costs learn to block people. Because if you can get in, they can as well. Don’t trust anyone to your mind. There is way too much in there for others to know.”

“You mean about you being panthers.”

He nodded at her and smiled.

“Do you think there are others like you?”

“You mean panthers or like you and me? And for the record, you’re a panther too. Like I said, as close as you can get.” He had leaned back and smiled at her. “You know that there are. And if one comes in the room with you, at least within a twenty to twenty-five foot radius, you’ll know they’re there too.”

She worked on blocking her mind all day and now needed a nap. And she decided that she didn’t want to take it alone. Almost getting up off the couch, she closed her eyes and tried to find Khan in the house. He was in the office with his brother, Walker. She decided to try something.

She didn’t know what sort of images she could use in the event that someone else could see them. Dylan had told her that they couldn’t, but she wasn’t quite that sure yet. She decided to try them out, but to go kind of slow at it.

At first she sent him the thought of just her naked and in the shower. She wanted to bring him running, not bore him, and she made her hands slide down her body. She lifted her breasts up and licked the tip of each one. Moaning a little, she moved her hands down her body and slid her fingers into her * and moaned aloud when she brushed against her clit. Over and over she slid past her silken folds until she was panting. She lifted her breast again and nipped gently at the tip and then suckled it in her mouth. She didn’t know if it was possible to do that, but she decided to try next time she was in the shower. When the door slammed back against the wall, she looked at Khan. She’d forgotten that she was teasing him.

“Strip.”

Her body reacted to his command.

“Now. I want you to do to what you showed me. Now, Monica, I want to see it now.”

His cock was hard against the fabric of his jeans, and she licked her lips. She wanted him to touch her, to do the things she’d been doing, but he shook his head and told her again to show him.

She stood up, thinking to go to the bedroom and show him when he unsnapped his jeans and freed his cock. She looked at him while he fisted himself, using his precum to slide up and down his shaft.

“You want this?”

She nodded.

“Then you’ll do as I ask. Do you have any idea what you did to me in there? Do you have a clue what happened to me when I saw you take your nipple into your mouth and f*ck your *?”

“I wanted to make you come to me.”

He laughed, but it was strained.

“I guess I did that, didn’t I?”

“Yes. Show me, Monica. Show me for real what you want to do to yourself.”

She wanted to please him, and she wanted him to want her. Stripping down wasn’t as hard as she thought it would be. They’d had sex in every part of this house, and some places in the yard, enough that he had made her feel good about herself and her body. When she was naked, she stopped.

“Your turn. I want to have you there so I can think about you touching me, you sliding in and out of me as I touch myself. You have to help me.”

His clothes came off quicker than hers had. When he stood there in all his beauty, she looked him up and down, lingering over the parts of him that she so desperately wanted.

Cupping her breast, she held it to her mouth. Licking her lips as he watched her, she flicked her tongue over the hard nubbin. She moaned; it was much better than she thought it would feel. Doing it again, she watched as he wrapped his fist around his cock and moved up and down it slowly, his balls tight against his body.

When she pulled her nipple into her mouth, she felt her * clench. Her juices were flowing down her legs, and she parted them so that he could see. She slid her hand down over her belly, twirled her finger into her belly button, and bit down on her nipple.

“Christ. You’re going to make me come this way. I’m going to shoot my cum all over your body then I’m going to take you to the floor and f*ck you hard.”

Bolder now, she moved to her * and put two of her fingers deep. Using her other hand, she opened her nether lips so she could touch herself better and to let Khan see her. She had no idea what she was doing, but it felt so good she didn’t stop. Suddenly, her hands were brushed aside and Khan was taking her into his mouth.

She came the moment he bit down on her clit. Screaming out his name, she curled her hand into his hair and held him to her as she rode his mouth. Each time he nipped at her, bringing her close, he would slow until she was calm. She decided the next time she played with him, she was going to do it from very far away.

“I have to be inside of you. Now.” He lay on his back and pulled her down. “Ride me. Ride me like you were your fingers. I want to feel you come on me this way.”