Ruthless Kings (Windsor Academy 2)

I press my index finger to her lips. “Then we’ll figure out the rest.”

Her eyebrows scrunch together. “How?”

“I don’t know,” I admit. “But if not having you is the alternative, I’ll think of something.”

Jazz combs her fingers lightly through my hair, and I swear, I almost purr like a goddamn kitten.

I gently grab her newly bared wrist and place a kiss on the pulse point. “Where’s your splint?”

“Took it off.” Jazz shrugs. “Thank you for what you did down there.”

I lift a brow. “You’re thanking me for beating the shit out of someone?”

She gives me a soft smile. “Not necessarily...but I am thanking you for defending me. For righting a wrong.”

I slide Jazz's dress strap off her shoulder and place a kiss on her bare skin. "I'll keep doing it if you'll let me."

Jazz’s breath hitches as I pull her into me, sliding the other strap down. “Do you think he’ll be arrested? And if so, will the charges stick? I don’t want someone else to get hurt.”

“Don’t know,” I murmur against the skin below her collarbone. “But if not, I’m sure as fuck going to make sure he knows we’re watching him.”

Jazz moans as I push the dress down further and glide my tongue over her subtle cleavage. “Kingston, what are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m helping you get out of these clothes so we can get cleaned up. Don’t worry; you’re not the only one getting naked.” I toe my shoes off and step out of my pants to demonstrate.

She doesn’t protest one bit as I slide the flimsy red material the rest of the way down. In fact, when she steps out of the dress that’s pooling on the floor, she immediately unhooks the strapless bra she’s wearing and flings it to the side.

“Fuck.” I bite my knuckles, which hurts like a bitch since they’re cut open.

This woman is temptation personified. My salvation and ruin all wrapped up in a big red bow. She has the tightest body I’ve ever seen. Long, lean muscles. A trim waist that tapers down to perfectly flared hips. Her tits are perky with light brown nipples just slightly darker than her skin, and her heart-shaped ass is flawless. And I really do mean fucking perfect. I could spend days worshipping it and still never get my fill.

I fall to my knees, peppering kisses over Jazz’s toned abs, trailing down to her black satin G-string. When I move her panties to the side, I find she’s already soaking wet, glistening with want.

I give her one long lick before pulling back. Jesus. I almost forgot how incredible she tastes. “Is this for me? Or is it leftover from earlier with Bentley?”

Jazz’s hands clamp down on the marble countertop as I continue feasting on her delicious cunt. “Probably both.”

I growl against her heated flesh and punish her for that remark with my tongue. I bring her right to the edge multiple times before backing off and switching up the pattern. Jazz is a whimpering mess, begging for release. She tries taking matters into her own hands, but I shove her away and manacle her wrists with my fingers. With my other hand, I push two fingers inside of her, curving them, causing her to release a litany of curses. It’s a tight fit, even more so when I add a third finger, but she’s so aroused, I have no trouble pumping them in and out.

“Fuck, Kingston,” she pants as I circle my thumb over her clit. “Right there. God, don’t stop.”

“Wasn’t planning on it.”

When I lean forward, adding my tongue back into the mix, she shamelessly grinds her pussy against my face, screaming for more. Telling me how good it feels. Moaning my name over and over again, begging me to never stop. After I’ve made her come for the third time, I stand up and turn the shower on. We really are a fucking mess and need to get cleaned up.

Jazz and I step under the spray, allowing the warm water to wash away any traces of red. After soaping up and rinsing off, and okay, getting a little handsy in between, I’m about to turn the water off and move this party to a bed, but she implores me to stay with her big brown eyes. Who am I to deny her?

Jazz guides me to sit on the built-in bench in the corner of the shower. She then lowers herself to the tiled floor, crawling in between my thighs. My head falls back as she drags her tongue on the underside of my shaft, from root to tip. She hollows her cheeks and takes me into her mouth, sliding down inch by motherfucking inch, until I’m tapping the back of her throat.

I grab a fistful of her hair and release a strangled groan. “Fuck, Jazz. You keep that up, I’m going to embarrass myself.”

My dick grows impossibly harder as she smiles around my girth, working her hand in tandem with her mouth. At first, I allow her to run the show, but it's only a matter of moments before I can't hold back anymore. I gather her long hair to the side so I can watch as my hips thrust in and out of the veritable heaven that is her mouth.

Jazz takes it like a champ as I fuck her mouth, moaning and humming around me as if she's enjoying this almost as much as I am. Much faster than I'd like, I'm issuing the obligatory warning that I'm about to blow my load. Jazz increases the suction as I surge into her mouth, only releasing me after the last tremor subsides. I watch through hooded eyes as she sits back with a smile, wiping a rogue drop of cum from the corner of her mouth with an index finger. When she takes that same finger and sucks it into her mouth, moaning as she tastes me, I swear I've never seen anything hotter in my life.

“Christ, woman. What are you doing to me?”

Jazz climbs on my lap, straddling me as she wraps her hands behind my neck. “I could ask you the same thing.”