Their Virgin Hostage (Masters of Ménage #5)(81)

       
         
       
        

"It doesn't surprise me. He's very sweet."

Sweet? Law had killed more men than she could imagine. He'd done it in service to his country, but …  "Has he talked to you about his military service? If not, you should know that he's only soft with you. Law is a trained killer."

"No," she protested. "He's a trained protector." She pulled his boxers down and wrapped her fingers around his cock-finally. The softness of her touch nearly undid him.

And he kind of loved that she saw them through different eyes. In fact, he liked being with her, just talking to her when no walls stood between them. "Maybe you're right, sweetheart. Maybe we should all take a second look at how we view the world, but you should understand that I'm more like Dominic than Law when it comes to sex. I'll get you over my knee. I won't let you up until you beg me to stop. Even then, I'll make you come before you're allowed to leave. You'll feel my hand on your ass all the next day. Just like you'll feel my cock in your pussy."

Eventually, yes. But for tonight, he would be satisfied with her mouth. And with being the man who taught her.

Her face had flushed, a sure sign that his words had either embarrassed or aroused her. Given the fact that she was still there and still staring at him with wide brown eyes, he was banking on the latter. But he had to be sure. "Touch yourself."

Her eyes flared with surprise. "What?"

"Touch yourself, Kinley. Drag those fingers down to your pussy and touch yourself. Play with your clit until I tell you to stop. I want to watch you." She was so prim and proper, and Riley couldn't wait to strip that veneer right off her and get to the woman under the surface. "Or I could show you my version of a spanking."

He was okay either way. In the end, she would do what he wanted because she wouldn't be able to help herself any more than he could.

She was tentative at first, the tiniest bit awkward as she slid her hand down her body until her fingers found her clit. He stroked his cock as he watched her, running his hand from base to tip. She trained her stare on him as she touched herself, and his blood surged.

"Like this, Riley?"

A wave of approval surged over him. This was where he felt most comfortable. "Exactly like that, sweetheart. Rub your clit, then slide your fingers into your opening."

Her breath shuddered as she found her sweet spot, and he loved that she was a very obedient girl. After two strokes of her clit, she slid her fingers deep. When she withdrew them, the digits were coated in her cream.

She wanted him. His harsh words hadn't scared her off. And she wasn't doing this out of pity or because Law and Dominic had told her to. 

He snagged her wrist in his grasp and pulled it to his lips. The sweet scent of her arousal flooded his nostrils. Kinley was creamy and ripe. He might not be able to feel that pussy around his cock tonight, but he sure as hell could learn her taste.

He sucked her fingers inside his mouth, reveling in her essence. Tangy and sweet and so very Kinley. He licked every ounce off and still wanted more.

"Why does watching you do that excite me?" Kinley's eyes were hot with desire. "It was the same when Law did it and when Dominic … "

He could guess what Dominic had done. "Did Dominic shove his face in your pussy and not leave until he'd had his fill?"

There was that gorgeous blush again. He adored making her color rise. "He kissed me there. At first, I thought it should make me uncomfortable, but then I just loved it. It's more than the sheer pleasure. There's something very intimate about it."

"Your lover likes the way you taste, Kinley." He touched her chin and moved closer, his cock almost against her lips. "That's the way it should be. Your lover should want to eat you up twice a day and three times every night. I'm going to tongue you and love you and make a meal out of you when I can. But I need you right now."

She stared at his dick, then leaned closer, her hot breath on him. Then she swiped at his cock with her tongue, licking it up and tasting him. On a little moan, she closed her eyes as though she was cataloguing the sensations and flavors. "You're salty and rich. I like the way you taste."

And she had no idea what such innocent words did to him. His lovers in the past had all just talked dirty and told him what they would do to him. Not a one had just looked at him and told him they liked him-his body, his taste. They hadn't really cared about him or his happiness.

He was in deep and saw no path out. He wasn't even sure he wanted to find one. Regardless of what Dominic and Law thought, chances were high she would walk away in the end. Or he would be forced to leave her for her own good. Kinley might try to stay, despite all the bad things that would come to her for loving them. He might well have to protect her in the end.