This was the closest I’d been to Kace since my first encounter with the Lost Boys. He wasn’t like Misael or Bishop, who invaded my space on a regular basis. He’d seemed to intentionally keep his distance… until now.
Now, his grip on my hair tightened, making a slight stinging sensation spread across my scalp. He used his hold on me to tilt my head back a little, and before I could speak, before I could even gasp, he pressed his lips to mine.
Fire ran through me, the same intense blaze that’d raged inside me when Bishop had kissed me, making liquid heat pool low in my core.
I shouldn’t be doing this.
I shouldn’t be allowing this to happen.
But Kace moved like a man possessed, and I couldn’t stop him from kissing me—or stop myself from kissing him back. He controlled the movement of my head, taking what he wanted from between my parted lips as our kiss deepened. His tongue plunged into my mouth as his grip on my hair loosened, and then I was letting him push me back against the sink and hoist me up so he could settle between my legs.
I could feel the hard heat of his cock pressing against my core, and all the layers of fabric that separated us felt like nothing as he ground his hips against mine. It was thrilling in the same way it was frightening, and the tandem feelings beat through me with equal vengeance.
Without a conscious command from my brain, my legs lifted to wrap around Kace’s waist, bringing him closer and securing him to me as I hooked my heels together. His answering groan filled my mouth, and that sound alone made a flood of wetness dampen my panties. He was controlling every bit of this, taking what he wanted without question or hesitation—but somehow, when he made that sound, I felt like the powerful one. As if I could bring this massive, broad-shouldered boy to his knees with a single touch.
Wanting more of that incredible feeling, I pressed harder against him, battling his tongue with my own, trying to draw another groan out of him.
But what I got this time was a sound almost like a growl as Kace grabbed my hair at the roots again, taking back control of our kiss.
I could feel my lips bruising, banging against my teeth as he kissed me so hard and deep it felt like we were at war. The hand that wasn’t in my hair splayed across my lower back, holding me in place as his hips moved against mine, every thrust hitting a spot that made sparks dance in my vision. I was so close, my body hovering on the precipice of overwhelming pleasure.
I had touched myself sometimes in the darkness of my bedroom in my family’s old mansion, in the quiet loneliness of the night. And Bishop had found my clit with unerring fingers the night he’d broken into my room, making me come harder than I ever had in my life.
But I had never come like this.
From just the feel of a boy’s ravenous lips and the rhythmic press of his cock at the apex of my thighs. From just the sweet promise of what might happen if we weren’t clothed, weren’t separated by anything. My inner muscles clenched as my clit throbbed, and I had never felt so… empty in my life.
My heart was beating like a hummingbird’s wings, fluttering in my chest, and when I let out a sound halfway between a whimper and a sob, Kace tore his lips away from mine, using his grip on me to hike me even closer to his body. His hips thrust against me hard and slow as he gazed down at me with green eyes that seemed even lighter than usual somehow.
“Come, Princess. Let me see what you look like when you come.”
The words were barely out of his mouth when my body followed his command. The desperate ache building inside me released in a torrent, and I squeezed my legs around him as my clit throbbed. A noise I was sure I’d never made before in my life escaped my mouth, and I might’ve been embarrassed by the raw, wanton sound if I hadn’t been distracted by the sensations crashing through me.
I tried to bury my face in Kace’s neck, too overwhelmed by everything I was feeling, not wanting him to see it on my face, but he used his grip on my hair to stop me, watching me with glittering eyes as I trembled and shook in his grasp.
When the orgasm finally subsided, I sucked in a deep breath. My heartbeat had slowed from a rapid flutter to a heavy, dull thud against my ribs. I blinked at Kace, shocked and embarrassed that he’d made me come in the men’s bathroom at school just from grinding against me like that. I half expected him to laugh at me, to mock me for being so easy, so desperate.
But there was no humor in his expression as he gazed back at me. Just an intense kind of hunger that made my stomach flip-flop.
“What’s your favorite color?” he asked, narrowing his eyes.
The question surprised me so much that I blurted out the answer before I even thought about it.
“Blue.”
He nodded. “If you want this to stop, say ‘blue’.”
I blinked at him, completely lost. Say ‘blue’? What did that mean?
Before I could ask, he was sliding his hands under my thighs, lifting me from the sink. I yelped, clinging to his neck as he carried me toward the door. Was he going to take me out into the hall like this? Parade me around in front of everyone?
I opened my mouth, about to scream “blue”, for all the good it would do, when he stopped directly in front of the door. He turned around, putting his back to it, and then set me on my feet. I staggered slightly, my legs still weak and my clit still throbbing from the orgasm that’d torn through me.
Two large hands came up to grasp my face, and Kace tilted my head up so he could look me in the eyes.
“I made you come, Princess. Now you’re gonna suck my dick until I come.”
My eyes flew open wide, and I almost choked on my next breath as I registered what he’d said. Holy… holy shit.