Their Virgin Hostage (Masters of Ménage #5)(82)

But they had tonight and perhaps a few more after that. Maybe it made him a greedy son of a bitch, but he was going to take them.

"Let me give you more. Run your tongue all over me." He held his cock out, but soon her hand replaced his.

She explored him, her tongue like a darting hummingbird lighting him up everywhere she licked. She paid special attention to the sensitive V at the back of his shaft, and his eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head as she worked that spot over and over.

"God, sweetheart, you're a natural." She didn't need anyone to tell her what to do.

"Since you gave me permission to explore, I wanted to taste and know all of you." She sucked the head of his cock into her mouth, heat surrounding him.

"Yes, sweetheart. That feels good. So good." He closed his eyes and shoved his hands into her hair. "Take more."

She obliged, enveloping his cock in her hot mouth. Her tongue whirled around, a tease, a taunt. Then she sucked hard on him, thickening the sensations, drawing out the anticipation. He could feel his cock pulsing in time with his rapid heartbeat as she sucked him deep.

Over and over she worked his hard flesh, drawing on him, taking him fully into her mouth. She worked tirelessly as she moved herself up and down, taking a little more each time, her whole body swaying with effort.

She reached up and caressed his thighs through the denim of his jeans. Slowly, he felt her fingers journey up until she found flesh. As she sucked his cock, she cupped his hips and ran her palms over his abs, a lover's tribute, a silent expression of her desire. Finally, she caressed her way down to the base of his shaft and held him there as she raked his cock with the gentle edge of her teeth.



       
         
       
        

He looked down to find her cupping his balls with her free hand. All her shyness seemed to have evaporated the minute he'd given her permission to play with him, as though she'd just been waiting for the opportunity to indulge.

She rolled his balls in the palm of her hand, eliciting a deep groan from Riley. He was going to lose his fucking mind.

"I won't last long if you do that, sweetheart. Are you sure?" He didn't want to flood her mouth if she wasn't ready for that.

She hummed around his cock, the vibration charging through his veins and making him shake. She'd worked him all the way in, almost to the base of his dick and now played with his balls. Holy hell, he could feel the back of her throat. Her tongue coated him, a consistent caress that drove him up, higher and higher.

Until Riley gave in.

"Swallow me." He growled the command as the orgasm took him, ecstasy pulsing deep inside him as the head of his cock exploded, spewing into her lovely, waiting mouth.

And she took every drop, swallowing all he had to give her. As her head bobbed over him, she licked him, laving up one side, then down the other, not leaving a drop behind.

Riley was floored by how giving she'd been, how open and honest. He smoothed her hair back as he withdrew slowly from her mouth. He drew her up to her feet, then dragged her against him until he could kiss her. He didn't give a shit that his jeans had fallen down around his knees. He just knew he wanted his mouth on hers, his arms around her body.

"Thank you, sweetheart. That was incredible." He'd never thanked a lover before. He'd bought them flowers, trinkets, but never just appreciated the gift they'd given him. He'd never thought of it that way until now.

Kinley was different.

"It was okay?"

He had to laugh because her fears were understandable but completely unfounded. Joy lit over him like a happiness sparking inside him. He held her close, not yet ready to let her go. "It was the best. And I'm not just saying that to make you feel better. I've never felt anyone's desire to please the way I felt yours."

He kissed her, fusing their mouths together, tasting the intimacy between them. For now, it was enough. Of course he wanted to get deep inside her. Tomorrow he would. Then he would revel in her and take mental pictures that would never fade, even after she was long gone. That way, he'd have something to hold back all the darkness that would encroach when everything fell apart. He wanted his memory to be full of her, like a computer that had been filled to capacity. He wanted to be full of her until he couldn't put anything else in. Like her tablet, even. Its memory had been full, as well. He'd noticed that when he'd disabled her Internet capabilities. 

And it had bugged him.

"How many gigabytes of memory does your tablet come with?" An idea played in his brain. Riley began to suspect that what Jansen wanted from Kinley's luggage was tied to that tablet, and he doubted it was because the douche was dying to read the latest romance.