“When you’re with me, that rivalry doesn’t exist, okay? I don’t want to talk about my uncle.”
“Neither do I.” Kris retrieves his clothes and drops a kiss on my lips. “Lead the way.”
I know that he’s watching my ass as I walk down the hallway, and I don’t mind in the slightest.
11
Chianna
Leftover pizza isn’t the most glamorous thing to eat after something so significant as losing your virginity, but this is New York, and the pizza is fucking delicious even when it’s reheated. Now I’m sprawled on my bed with Kris, naked again.
He just doesn’t like to leave my clothes alone, and I can’t keep laughing. “I’m starting to think you have an undressing fetish.”
“Only if it’s undressing you. I can’t get enough of you.”
“Well,” I say, trailing my finger down his chest, “you don’t have to worry about that. You can have plenty of me. I already want more.”
“If I fuck you again like that, I will hurt you,” Kris says. “I’m not going to do that.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Who said anything about you fucking me?”
That piques his interest. “What exactly did you have in mind?”
Reaching between our bodies, I reach out and grab his cock. Even this makes me a little breathless because it’s the first time. He’s been half-hard since we left his apartment, and I feel the magic of him lengthening and stiffening beneath my fingers. “When you undressed for me,” I say, “I liked watching you touch yourself. And I liked hearing you say that you did it while you thought about me.”
“I even did it with those panties I stole,” he whispers.
My eyes go wide. “Do you still have them?”
“Maybe.” I hit his arm and he laughs. “What? I need something to remember that morning by.”
I’m blushing from head to toe, but then I have an idea. It wasn’t what I intended, but now that the idea is in my mind I can’t stop it. “Maybe…maybe you could show me?”
A slow grin slides across Kris’s mouth, and I wish I’d been filming that just so I can always see that expression. “Ms. Brack, are you saying you want to watch me masturbate?”
“Yes.”
“Unexpected. I like it.” He stands off the bed.
I laugh. “You don’t have to leave.”
“I need to make sure that you can watch me properly. And it would help if you gave me some motivation.”
Laying back, I slowly spread my legs for him. “Like this?”
Kris groans. “I knew you were a horny freak.”
“I think I am.” I reach down between my legs and circle my fingers around my clit. I’m not really pleasuring myself—not yet. This is all for him. All for the show.
Suddenly he leans forward, drawing his fingers down across my pussy. “I’ll just borrow this.” Using his fingers, he spreads my wetness over his cock before fisting the head and slowly stroking.
“What did you think about?” I ask. “When you were jerking off to me.”
The muscles in his forearms flex as he works himself over and over. Nothing but pure male perfection. I want to keep this in my mind forever.
“Everything,” he says, punctuating his words with movement. “Every dirty thing that I want to do to you. Tie you to my bed and make you scream my name. See you on your knees in front of me with nothing but red lipstick that you smear all over my cock.”
I blink at him, freezing in place. That’s an image that sticks in my head. And something that I can do. Right now. Slowly, I close my legs and slide off the bed. The vanity is three steps away, and Kris, all the while, is stroking that perfect cock.
Red lipstick is something I love but that I rarely wear. Especially while I was actively trying to avoid relationships and the appearance of them. But right now? All I want to do is give him what he wants.
Not to mention the idea of finally tasting him has me squirming with desire.
I put on the red lipstick in a few quick strokes and walk back to him. “Like this?” I sink to my knees.
He’s so shocked that he stops moving, and I don’t waste time. I touch him. Stroking his shaft and learning the feel before I reach out and kiss the tip. “Fucking hell.”
“Mmm.” I’ve never done this. But I’ve seen it done enough times in porn that I get the idea. Opening my mouth, I let him slip inside and glide along my tongue.
Kris seems frozen. Not in a bad way—again I see that awe that I don’t feel like I completely deserve. Right now, it makes me feel powerful.
I close my lips around his shaft and move down his length. The low groan he makes sends heat downwards to my core. Who thought that sucking cock would feel this hot?