Just One Dare (The Kingston Family 5)

She wrapped her hand around his cock, exploring the rigid thickness as her hand slid up and down his hard length.

A low moan reverberated from deep in his throat and precome formed at the head. Tempted, she lowered herself to her knees, intending to attempt something she’d read about in books but had never done herself. He didn’t seem to realize her inexperience, or even care, if the sound he’d made was anything to go by.

He rested his hand on the top of her head as she opened her mouth and drew him in. His taste was salty, his scent musky and as she slid her tongue along the underside of his erection, she felt him swell in her mouth.

He let out a low groan. “God that’s good. Keep going,” he urged, twisting her hair in his hand and tugging, urging her on.

Knowing she was giving him pleasure caused an erotic thrill and she squeezed her thighs together, feeling a wave of need wash over her. It wasn’t intense yet, but that would come…after he did.

She began to suck, moving her mouth up and down his shaft, and his hips thrusted along with her. He’d shifted his hand lower, gripping the back of her scalp, and pulled her hair with every jerk of his lower body.

His large cock hit the back of her throat and her eyes teared up but she didn’t stop. His groans and rough encouragement excited her, and she could sense him losing control. She picked up her tempo and with her other hand, she cupped his balls in her hand.

“Fu-uck,” he muttered and pulled himself back.

She released his shaft with a pop and looked up at him. “What’s wrong?”

“Not a damned thing.” He brushed a finger beneath her damp eyes. “Get undressed so I can come inside you.”

Her lips parted and she nodded.

As quickly as possible, she rose and stripped naked, tossing her clothes onto the floor. His hot gaze raked over her. With a groan of approval, he picked her up and placed her on the bed. He snagged a condom from his jeans pocket and rolled it on, then stretched out beside her.

She’d barely had time to blink when he’d sat up and grabbed her, settling her on her knees astride him. “Ride me, beautiful.”

She didn’t think, just gripped his cock in her hand, and lowered herself onto him. As he slid inside, she felt every inch of him filling her. She began to move up and down, repeating the motion, over and over, connecting them in the most intimate way.

His hot gaze locked on hers and everything she felt for him flowed through her. The longing, the wanting, the need accumulated inside her and a lump rose in her throat. She shut her eyes, wanting to push away the depth of emotion their joining caused.

“Eyes open,” he said sharply.

Before she could react, he’d raised his lower body off the mattress and flipped them, so he was on top and in control. He braced his hands on either side of her head, his strong body over hers.

“What you feel…” he said, thrusting in and out of her, his intent stare holding hers in a way she couldn’t deny or shut out. “This is us.” His thick erection anchored so deep inside her, she was afraid he’d reached her heart.

She gasped and couldn’t look away.

“It’s never been like this for me. Only with you,” he said. And then he began to take her hard, shifting his hips with each thrust until he hit that spot. The one that had her seeing stars. Hell, she was flying so high, she might have seen the entire universe.

Her orgasm hit and she barely recognized the sound she made. “Nick, God, more!” She dug her fingers into his shoulders and he worked as she rode out her climax.

Just when she came down, his orgasm wracked his body above her and he groaned. “Fuck. I love you.” He stiffened as he came, warmth flowing inside her along with too many feelings for her to name.

She didn’t know how much time had passed before she opened her eyes. Nick had already rolled off her, walked to the bathroom and returned.

He helped her clean up and pulled her against him, his arm around her body, holding her tight.

“Nick, about what you said…”

He grunted in her ear. “We aren’t going to discuss it now,” he said in a gruff voice. “You’re going to tell me in your time, when you’re ready.”

That lump returned to her throat because she did love him. How could she not? But he was right. She wasn’t ready to say it yet.

She needed to have all of her shit together and be ready before she said those words. It had to be perfect.

She curled against him, her head on his chest and she fell into a deep sleep.