“I doubt it.” I curl my fingers beneath the waistband of his jeans and boxers. He lifts his hips as I tug them down. When his cock springs free, I moan. He’s so hard. And thick. I flick my tongue against the tip.
He hisses. “Jesus, Stella.” He shifts his hips forward.
I slide my hands up his thighs and push them farther apart before sweeping my fingertips across his balls.
He groans. “Are you just gonna tease me, or are you going to let me feel that mouth?”
My thighs clench at his unapologetic dominance. If I’d known Kace would be like this, I might’ve tried crawling into his bed a few more times.
I wrap my fist around his cock and guide the tip to my lips, sliding it against them. His hand tightens in my hair, and I meet his eyes. Opening my mouth, I take him in slowly. Inch by inch, I slide my lips down his shaft. His thumb brushes my cheek with the lightest touch, and I feel powerful and delicate in equal measure.
“Fuck.” His eyes float closed. “So good. Your mouth is so fucking sweet.”
Those words are my undoing, and I snap. I’ve fantasized about this—the taste of him, the shape and size. But the reality is so much better. He makes these tortured little grunts as I swirl my tongue around his shaft, and when I take him deep, his exhale is the sound of sweet relief. It’s sexy and heady. I’m doing this to him. I’m the one he wants . . . even if it’s just in this moment.
I’ve never loved giving head. Sometimes it’s felt like a chore, a requisite part of foreplay, and sometimes it’s been fun, but this is a whole new experience. A power trip. Kace might never give me his heart, and maybe I don’t deserve it anyway, but right now he’s mine. I want to make him feel good. I want to give him pleasure and release, and the fact that I can is a high I could ride for days.
I love playing with him, cupping his balls in my palm while I suck and lick, running my hands over the soft hair at the tops of his thighs while I let his hand in my hair set the pace. I want to memorize his response to every touch—every ragged inhale, every jerk of his hips as he gets closer to the edge and fucks my mouth.
“Stella . . .” His hand in my hair loosens and then tightens again. “Fuck, Stella, I’m gonna come in your mouth, baby.”
I moan—at the thought, at the promise—and take him deep, swallowing even before his orgasm hits. And during. And after. Until he’s collapsed against the back of the couch, breathing hard and looking at me like I’m a goddess.
Heavy footsteps sound in the hall, passing my room. “Kace? Where the fuck are you?” Dean calls.* * *KaceMy gaze darts to the bedroom door—the still slightly ajar bedroom door—then to the beautiful woman on her knees in front of me. Her lips are swollen after giving me the blowjob of a fucking lifetime, and her brother is right there.
I stand, and Stella scrambles backward, eyes big. She bites back a laugh as I awkwardly shove my dick into my boxers and pull up my pants.
“Rule number two of hookups,” she whispers, “is no freaking out after.” Her gaze darts to the door, but Dean’s footsteps are retreating. Thank Christ.
I button my jeans, then step forward and grab her hand to help her off the floor. She stands, and I pull her close. “I wasn’t done yet,” I growl into her hair.
Her silent laughter vibrates against my chest. “I can personally attest that you were, in fact, done.” She licks her lips. “I can still taste you.”
“Dirty girl. I mean we weren’t done.” I kiss her and slide a hand between our bodies, cupping her between her legs. She’s wet enough that I can feel it through her panties, wet enough that if I could slam that door and press her against it, she’d be ready for me to slide in. Aaaaand I’m hard again.
I rub two fingers along the cotton between her thighs, and she bites back a whimper. “I guess you owe me, then,” she says, breathy as fuck. I want to hear that voice in my ear as I drive into her. “But you should go before my brother comes back and catches us.”
I stroke her again, considering this. Dean is out there, and I need to leave, but I don’t want to. “How about we just lock that door so I can play with you for a little bit?” I slip a finger inside her panties, and damn. She’s drenched. So slick it’s impossible not to think about throwing her down on that bed and tasting her. “This for me?” I ask, my voice a husky whisper.