He wanted me.
I probably shouldn’t have been surprised. I was a damned succubus after all. It was my demonic power that pulled him toward me just as much as it pushed me toward him. But he’d been so damn good at resisting—he and Kai both—that there had been times I’d wondered if my succubus bond was one-sided. A line of energy flowing one way and not the other.
But the line of Kingston’s energy right now? Given a physical shape in the form of his cock, that line was pointing right toward me.
Thank fucking God.
I ground against the hardness straining against the fabric of his pants, using it to tease my own throbbing clit.
His body tensed, his hand fisting my hair to drag my mouth away from his even as his hips rocked up into mine. His dark green eyes gleamed as he forced me to meet his gaze, and his expression hovered somewhere between awed and angry.
“How are you so fucking irresistible?”
“My charming personality,” I murmured, quirking a smile as I strained against his grip on my hair, darting my tongue out to lick his lips.
He groaned and released his hold on my dark strands, palming the back of my head instead and crushing his mouth against mine once more. I kissed him like I might never get the chance again—because who knew, maybe I wouldn’t—wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my breasts flush against his chest.
I wanted him so fucking bad. And if the bulge working against my clit was any indication, he wanted me the same way—in the forget all about being in a unisex locker room that anyone could technically walk into at anytime kind of way.
I’d already fucked Jayce in a closet, so an abandoned locker room was the next logical step from there, right?
Reaching between us, I worked my hand down the front of Kingston’s pants until I found his cock, hard and hot and ready for me. My pussy clenched around nothing, demanding and needy already. But there was something I wanted even more.
I pulled back, breaking our kiss, and rose from the bench. Kingston’s lust-hazed eyes widened in surprise at the loss of my body, my lips. But when I sank down to my knees in front of him, the forest-green of his irises darkened, and he bit his full bottom lip as he watched me like a hawk.
My face stayed tilted up toward his as I reached for his pants, loving the acceptance and raw need I saw in his expression as I worked the fabric down his hips enough to free his cock. He didn’t even glance toward the door, although he had to know as well as I did that our privacy wasn’t guaranteed.
When I held his thick, heavy length in my hand, I finally dragged my gaze away from his face and looked down at my prize.
Oh, God, he’s fucking beautiful.
I honestly didn’t know if it was because my succubus nature made me appreciate things like this more, or if I’d just been lucky enough to bond to men with amazing cocks—the ones I’d seen anyway—but the one I had my fingers wrapped around was truly stunning. The skin was velvety-smooth, the head was broad, and the vein that ran along the thick length was like a beacon calling to my tongue.
Damn, I want to lick it. I didn’t resist the urge, ducking my head and darting my tongue out to drag it over the pulsing vein. Kingston’s cock jumped in my hand, and he let out a low string of curses, fisting my hair again in a grip that was almost painful.
I liked it though. Liked everything about what’d just happened. So I repeated my action, sticking my tongue out and running just the tip over the throbbing, angry vein. Then I did it again, and again, flicking my tongue a little from side to side.
His hold on my hair tightened, and his hips shifted on the bench, like it was taking all of his self-control not to thrust toward my face.
“Stop licking it like a damn lollipop,” he finally grunted, his voice strained. There was a heavy dose of annoyance mixed with a touch of humor in his tone, and I tilted my head slightly, peering up at him through my lashes.
“I like lollipops.”
“Clearly,” he gritted out, and this time his hips did thrust forward a little, pushing his cock toward my mouth, toward the opening of my lips.
I drew away slightly, swirling just the tip of my tongue over the head of his dick, run
ning it around his crown before flicking up and down the small slit at the end. The salty taste of precum hit my tongue, and my breath hitched as a flood of wetness dampened my panties.
Fuck. Who am I teasing here, him or myself?
My body practically quivered with the urge to wrap my lips around him, to pull as much of him as I could fit into my mouth, down my throat—but I was having too much fun fucking with the man to give in that easily.
I ran both hands up and down his thighs, scraping my nails over the steely bands of muscle I could feel beneath the fabric of his pants as I looked up at him again. “What do you want me to do?”
“You’re a succubus.” One corner of Kingston’s lips quirked up, and his expression warmed slightly as he arched an eyebrow. “So suck.”
A throaty chuckle fell from my lips, and I stopped torturing us both.