Their Virgin Hostage (Masters of Ménage #5)(80)

Kinley pulled back, her lips swollen from his kisses, her chest heaving. "I can't."

He felt as if the floor dropped out from under him. She couldn't? Yeah. Not with him at least. What the hell had he been thinking?

Riley jerked out of her arms. The damn teapot started to whistle. She'd come here for a sandwich, not to be fucked again. He'd totally misinterpreted the situation and made a complete idiot of himself.

He forced himself not to look her way, to concentrate on the task at hand. As quickly as he could, he'd get her something to eat, then retreat to his own room, masturbate, and wonder if he would ever be able to look her in the eyes again.

After pouring her tea into her mug, Riley ignored the cup she'd prepped for him. He didn't need fucking tea. He needed a metric shit ton of Scotch.

Drawing in a shuddering breath, he steadied himself and turned. "Your tea is … "

Kinley knelt on the floor before him, minus the shirt she'd been wearing. Her creamy skin was on full display. In the low light of the kitchen, she practically glowed, a pearl that shone in the night. Her honey hair flowed around her shoulders, and her eyes were steady on him. "I don't want the tea. I want you, but I'm too sore for sex on the table. Your brothers really did a number on my, uhm … " 

"Pussy?" The word slipped out without thought. In fact, all he could think of was her, naked, luminous, and presenting herself to him.

"Yes." She blushed. "I need a day or so before I take you there." She glanced at his fly, then licked her lips nervously. "I've never done this, but I want you to be my first."

Riley damn near dropped her cup. He had to steady his hands and put it down. Was she saying what he hoped? He didn't want to assume and make an ass out of himself again. Time to be smooth, romantic. "Are you talking about a blow job?"

Really fucking smooth, moron.

Her luscious lips curled up. "I believe that's what people call it. I might not have a ton of experience, but I know the words, Riley. Blow job. Fellatio. Hummer. I want to take you in my mouth and swallow you down."

Just like that, his cock got so hard it hurt. "Kinley, you don't have to do that."

Her eyes went wide. "You don't want me to?"

God, he hadn't meant that-at all. Actually, he hadn't meant a damn word he'd said all night. "Yes! I want you to. I want you to so bad I just might die if you don't."

She relaxed slightly, then bit her lip uncertainly. "I might not be good at it."

"I can teach you." The idea that she'd never had a cock in her mouth made his spine tingle. His brothers might have had her first, but they hadn't taken everything. This first of hers would be for him. "You'll be good at it, Kinley. You're good at everything."

"I don't know about that."

He'd just spent all night really studying her. "You are. When you want to do something, you do it. You feed and clothe the homeless. You've made my brothers smile. You arouse the hell out of me." He moved closer. "I want you to take my cock out."

Kinley blinked up at him, then her hands fluttered to the waistband of his jeans, those perfectly manicured fingers working on the button of his fly. She was awkward at first, but her earnestness was so sweet. Nothing about her was artificial. Every bit of apprehension and desire to please she felt was written all over her face.

So was her submission. She was offering him something that always aroused him, and not just physically. Something about watching a woman take him in her mouth brought out all of his dominant instincts. And with Kinley, he wanted nothing more than to tangle his fingers in her hair and feed her the hard length of his dick, inch by inch, and claim this part of her.

Slowly-so slowly he thought he would scream-Kinley unfastened the button and started to ease down the zipper. His cock pressed against his boxers as if trying to get closer to her.

"You're wearing underwear," Kinley said with a little frown. "I'm not allowed to wear underwear. I don't think you should either."

Little sub thought she got to make the rules? "You don't know it yet, but if you keep talking that way, there will be spankings in your future."

How would she handle a true spanking? The thought of her naked body over his lap made his groin tighten again. Jesus, so much of the blood in his body had rushed south that he felt dizzy.

She wrinkled her nose and sent him a saucy stare as she pulled his boxers down his hips. "I can handle it. Law gave me a couple of swats earlier because I forgot to call Dominic 'Sir.'"

Dominic was insistent on protocol, but that wasn't Riley's thing. "I like to hear my name, Kinley. And I won't just give you a couple of swats to make your ass blush. I know this will surprise you, but Law is the soft one when it comes to this."