Thin Love (Thin Love, #1)(53)
Kona’s laugh seemed to calm her and she let him pull her leg over him again. “So you didn’t do the threesome?”
“That’s all you heard in my little story? Me and the Dena the big butt girl?”
A quick flash in his head made Kona’s imagination active and greedy. He slid down closer to Keira, nibbling against her collarbone. “She kissed you. That’s hot, Wildcat.”
“God, you’re such a boy and it wasn’t hot,” she said, pushing him away. She wasn’t angry, the wide stretch of her lips told him that much. “She used too much tongue.”
Kona released a moan as a particularly vivid image of Keira kissing some faceless girl jumped into his mind, but it disappeared when she gave him another shove on his shoulder. He was hard again and wanted so badly to feel her, taste her. He knew it would be a challenge not to take her, but he enjoyed their banter and how comfortable Keira seemed with him then, how easy it had been to calm the heated moments of a few minutes before so that he hadn’t let things get out of hand. Another kiss on her collarbone and Kona moved his mouth up her neck, then to her earlobe. He wanted to hear that sweet moan again and he got his wish when Keira’s quiet laughter transformed into a satisfied sigh.
“I only asked because you didn’t catch my meaning.” She frowned as though she’d forgotten how this whole conversation started. “About leaving you hanging.”
The smile she gave him was wicked, pulled so wide that he could almost see her back teeth. Kona loved that smile. It promised filthy things.
“How do you want to not leave me hanging?”
“Did the hickey monster touch you, Wildcat? Really touch you?” Her smile grew lethal then and when Keira shook her head, telling Kona with one small movement that she hadn’t been touched by Diego like she deserved, his chest constricted, felt tight with excitement. Keira went back against the pillow without a fight when Kona leaned over her, pressed his full weight on top of her and that wicked, beautiful smile stayed frozen on her face. “He didn’t play with you?” He pushed her shirt up, with a glance to her face, and loved the slow close of her eyelids when his mouth came down on her stomach.
“Not… not like that.”
A small dip of his tongue in her bellybutton and Keira moved her hips, jutting against him. Kona decided that was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. She didn’t stop him when he popped open her button, when he tugged down her jeans until only the thin, black panties she wore were visible. Her stomach was flat, firm and Kona licked across each ridge of her muscles, growing harder the more skin he kissed.
“Then he was a dumbass.” Two strips of lace on her hipbones, fabric that barely covered her, had Kona itching to snap them with his teeth. He rubbed his nose inside her thigh, nibbled up her leg until one of those black strips were in between his teeth. He pulled the lace down, getting a glimpse of fine, carefully trimmed hair and then Kona slipped both hands under her ass, growling between breaths when he realized she was wearing a thong. “Can I play with you, Wildcat?” He moved her forward, his mouth returning to the inside of her thigh and Kona inhaled. “I really wanna play with you.”
Keira released a small groan and then, her fingers were in his hair gripping, lowering his head. “Show me how much, Kona.”
Awkward Keira did not exist in that dorm room. Kona thought faintly that he didn’t recognize this girl, he might have said that he’d never seen her, but that would have been a lie. He caught a glimpse of her that night in Nathan’s hallway when Kona wasn’t sure if she wanted to kill him or f*ck him. At the time, he would have taken either and then, on her bed, with Keira pushing his head between those firm, fine thighs, he thought he might just die. It would be a happy death and he’d meet the Reaper with a smile and the memory of Keira’s heady scent and sinister, wicked grin in his mind.
Another growl, Kona wasn’t sure who made the sound, and he slipped her jeans off completely, then those thin, barely there panties flew over his shoulder and he saw his favorite thing ever in life. Kona rubbed his fingers over her skin, loving how that soft, pink flesh was wet, glistening. His gaze took in the smooth outer lips, the delicious warmth of her folds as he touched her, worked his fingers against her clit. “I won’t f*ck you, Wildcat, not yet, but I’m sure as hell going to devour you.” She was beautiful and perfect and Kona’s hands shook, his heart hammered hard against his ribs as he lowered over her and took that tempting clit into his mouth.
He had to still her hips, they moved with him as though Keira was reaching for something, as if her body moved on its own, toward a slip of release she couldn’t find. Kona helped her along, slipped two fingers inside her, easily finding that sweet spot and he smiled against her when he felt how tight she was, how wet and warm she was on his tongue.
Next to him, Keira’s legs shook, Kona felt the quick tremble and he used his free hand to move her leg over his shoulder. “Relax. I’ve got you.” She listened, lifted her right leg to match her left and Kona loved how open she was to him, how much she trusted him with her body. Keira’s heels digging into his back, Kona kept moving, urged forward by her scent, by the low murmurs she made, how she arched into his mouth the deeper his fingers went.
He felt the ridges of the spongy, knot a few inches inside her and bent his fingers, moved his hand around so that his knuckles rubbed against that soft nub. She tasted heady and thick and wonderful and the faster his fingers worked, that sweet spot swelled and Kona loved the feel of it, the taste of her body as he worked his knuckles faster and then, his tongue on her clit, Keira’s hips came off the mattress and he had to chase her, had to concentrate on that spot as she clamped around his fingers, as she screamed his name over and over and he lapped up the small rush that flooded against his tongue.