His laugh vibrated against my back, and I rolled my ass against him, loving both the feel and the sound of his amusement.
“I can be quieter than you,” he whispered softly.
“I’ll take that bet.”
“Cocky. That’s one of my other favorite things about you.”
This time, I laughed, but the sound changed to a loud groan as he pulled the fabric of my tunic up and shoved his hand down the front of my leggings, finding my clit in less than a second.
He chuckled again as he drew slow, teasing circles around my hard nub. “That wasn’t very quiet.”
“You… cheated.” It was getting harder to keep up with our banter as blood fled my brain, rushing south to where the real party was. “I wasn’t… ready.”
“Oh, I dunno.” His fingers moved lower, dipping into my pussy, which was already soaked for him. “You feel ready to me.”
“Jokes,” I muttered, gasping and grinding against his hand. “The man has jokes.”
Instead of saying anything else, he turned my head and claimed a kiss as his hand moved faster inside my leggings.
Fuck. He’s totally gonna win this bet.
It was the only coherent thought to make it through the haze of lust in my brain, and although part of me wanted to just say fuck it and let the orgasm that was barreling toward me run me over, I had a competitive streak about a mile wide. And that streak couldn’t allow me to just let Kingston win.
Before my legs could literally buckle from the pleasure, I stepped away from his hold, tugging his hand out of my leggings before turning quickly and dropping to my knees. His cock was jutting out, straining hard against the fabric of his pants, and I leaned toward it, opening my mouth and letting hot breath envelop his thick length.
He gave a low grunt and then hissed a breath, pressing his lips together as I pulled his pants lower on his hips, allowing me just enough access to draw out his cock. Using the broad flat of my tongue, I licked a line all the way up the length of his shaft, looking up through my eyelashes to watch him throw his head back, nostrils flaring wide.
When I closed my lips around him, bobbing my head as I took him as deep as I could, he muttered a cho
ked, “Fuck.”
“What was that?” I released his cock from my mouth, turning a teasing smile up at him. “I didn’t quite hear you.”
He looked down at me, desire darkening his green eyes even as affection made them shine.
Then, before I could even track the movement, he reached down and hauled me to my feet. He turned me around again and walked us forward until we were in front of a wooden chair that sat in the corner.
“Hands on the chair, Pipes,” he commanded softly.
My body moved of its own volition, obeying his command before my mouth could come up with a snarky comment. I hinged at the waist, putting my hands on the seat of the chair so I was bent nearly in half, my ass presented to the man behind me like some kind of prize.
When I’d done as he said, he pushed up the fabric of my tunic, bunching it around my waist and tugging my leggings down at the same time. I shivered at the feel of air hitting my bare pussy, and he groaned.
“That’s a point for me,” I murmured, although my taunt came out breathy and full of lust.
“You can have that one. Because I’m about to make you fucking scream.”
With that promise lingering in the air between us, he plunged into me from behind, filling me up in one hard thrust. I clenched my teeth, holding back the scream that almost poured from my lips, but when he grabbed my hips in his large hands and used them to hold me steady as he drove into me, small noises spilled out anyway.
Whimpers.
Moans.
Nonsensical words that begged him to go harder, faster, to never stop.
“God, Piper,” he muttered. “How could I ever want to leave you? You’re it for me. I’m fucking done for.”
I was rapidly losing my battle to stay quiet, but his words were so soft it was almost like he hadn’t meant to speak them aloud. Like he hadn’t meant to let me see that deep into his heart, his soul.