Chapter 37
Josephine
“Back seat,” he demands, swatting at my ass as I climb into the Suburban.
“We’d have more room in the front if we put the seat all the way back,” I suggest, though I follow his orders regardless, clambering over the captain’s seats.
“No way. I have no problem sharing you with the guys, but don’t think for one second I’d let you be on display for anyone else. No one gets to see what’s mine.”
My pussy clenches. Mine.
I want to be his. I want to be claimed by Kylian.
The very idea of what we’re about to do makes me lust drunk. I’m only pulled from the haze when a trail of ice cream drips down my hand. The sensation is a reminder that we’re pressed for time.
Kneeling on the bench, I lick the side of the cone, my attention fixed on him.
“Let me taste,” Kylian grits out, sliding into the middle seat and capturing my mouth in a frenzied kiss.
Our tongues dance, his dipping in and licking the ice cream out of my mouth before I have the chance to swallow.
“So sweet,” he purrs, sucking on my bottom lip and pulling until I whimper. “But I think I prefer the taste of your cream more.”
“Nope,” I declare, denying him before he can flip the script. I’m a woman on a mission. “I made you a promise. Every single sprinkle,” I vow, nodding toward the dripping cone.
“Get out your cock for me, Kylian.”
“Get on your knees for me, Jo.”
With a pang of desire coursing through me, I position myself beside him on the back seat and watch, enraptured, as he unties his black and blue board shorts and shoves them down. I pull on the hems of each leg to give myself better access as he spreads his legs wider.
“Top off,” he instructs, plucking at the strings of my bathing suit with one hand.
In a hurry, I undo the knot at my back and around my neck and push my tits together as I reposition myself between his legs.
His cock is fully erect, pulsating and smooth, already weeping a drop of precum from the slit.
Licking my lips, I watch him, waiting for him to call the play.
“You want it?” he asks huskily.
The timbre of his voice ignites a low flame in my belly. “So fucking much.”
He holds my gaze as he guides my hand, cone and all, and coats the tip of his dick with the ice cream.
At first contact, he hisses from what I assume is a startlingly cold sensation, but he doesn’t stop.
He leaves a generous path of sprinkles all around the crown, taking care to make sure there isn’t a centimeter not covered in them.
He’s methodical in the way he swirls the half-melted ice cream on his shaft. He even leaves me a little loop on the tip.
I giggle at his handiwork, but the heat in his gaze makes it clear he’s not fucking around.
“Open.”
Dammit. Why are his commands so hot? Without argument, I open my mouth wide, but I gasp when he grips me by the throat and tips my head back farther.
The anticipation prickling along my spine is heady as he holds the melting cone above my face and white cream runs along the textured grooves of the cone and eventually drips into my mouth.
I mewl when the first drop hits, then, greedily, I stick my tongue out for more.
“Look at you, pretty girl. Ass up, tits out, and on your knees for me. Desperate for anything I’m willing to give you.”
I purr at his praise and have to press my thighs together for a moment to stave off the need pulsing in my core before I arch my back and tip my chin so I can catch the next few drips on my tongue.
“Tease,” I chide.
Growling, he takes the bait. Rather than forcing me to wait for trickles of sweetness, he tips the cone upside down and coats my lips, chin, neck, and breasts with melted ice cream.
There are sprinkles everywhere—clinging to my neck and clustered on my chest. But I don’t dare complain.
“So fucking messy, baby,” he tsks. “Now we’re both covered in cream. Ready to clean me up like you promised?”
“So ready.”
“Good girl. Every last sprinkle, you understand?”
The sight of him, coated in sugar, expression firm, and the low way he issues his command make my mouth water with the need to taste him. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Fuck, you’re perfect. Such a good fucking girl.”
Aiming to please, I lick him from root to tip, capturing as much of the melted liquid as possible and slurping it down. Then I take him in my mouth and hollow my cheeks around the smooth, warm head of his cock. I repeat the motion until he’s completely clean.
“I want more,” I hum, popping off the top of his dick and mouthing up and down the length of him as he spreads more ice cream along the tip.
Craning back, I stick out my tongue as the cool liquid fills my mouth, and a warm gush trickles between my thighs.
I use one hand to fist his cock as I hungrily suck everything off the tip again, then wind my other hand between my legs to put pressure where I need it.
“Jo.”
At the sharp tone, I zero in on his face, my entire body hot with arousal and wanton desire.
“Eyes on me. Hands on me. Be a good girl and eat your ice cream, then I’ll take care of that needy little cunt you’re trying to play with.”
I whimper, clenching my thighs together in anticipation.
Doubling down, I take him so deep the crown of his cock hits the back of my throat.
“Swallow,” he grits out, bucking his hips even higher as I gag on his length.
I do as he says, even as pressure builds behind my eyes and tears form.
“Again,” he encourages, weaving one hand through my hair and thrusting harder.
I hum around his length, sucking and licking so quickly that saliva dribbles out of the corner of my mouth as tears roll down my cheeks.
“Ease up.”
I back off instantly, sitting on my heels and catching my breath, playing with my nipples as I peer up at him.
Lip pressed between his teeth, he caresses the side of my face, brushing his thumb over my swollen, puffy lips.
The reverent touch is in direct opposition to the way he was just making me choke on his cock.
“Fuck, Jo. This mouth is incredible, baby. I’ve never felt anything so perfect.
” He peers into the partially crushed cone in his hand and turns back to me. “There are still a few sprinkles left.”
“Gimme.”
“They’re yours. Everything you want from me is yours.”
Prepared for him to drip the remaining ice cream on his dick, or maybe into my mouth, I balance on my hands and knees again and lick my lips. Instead, he fists his erection, pulls it flat against his stomach, and shifts forward on the seat until his balls are on the edge of the leather.
He hisses when the cold liquid hits, and I watch, totally enraptured, as he drizzles the melted ice cream all over his sack.
He zigzags it over both balls, and sure enough, a few sprinkles escape the cone.
Holding his cock out of the way, he grins down at me. “You know what to do.”
I sure fucking do.
I follow the path he made me, running the tip of my tongue in an intricate pattern to lap at the cream.
“Fuck, baby. Yes. Lick it up and suck me clean.”
Pressing the flat of my tongue over his entire sack, I hum greedily. Then I take one ball into my mouth, sucking like he asked, as he fists his cock and squeezes.
With his free hand, he grazes my cheek again and weaves his fingers through my hair gently.
“You’re doing so good for me, Jo. I could come just like this, with your pretty little mouth sucking on my nuts. Get the other one, baby. Put it in your mouth. I know you can do it.”
Emboldened by his encouragement, I open wider, working his entire sack into my mouth, relishing the curses that fall from his lips when I do.
“Fuck.” He throws his head back against the seat. “So good, Jo. You’re doing so good for me.”
Tentatively, I tease my tongue out between my lips, licking under his sack as he writhes and tenses.
“I love my balls in your mouth. But I want more, baby. Will you give me that?”
I swirl my tongue once more, then slowly sit back.
“Black and white, Kylian.” I repeat the phrase he uses with me so often.
I’m almost certain I know what he wants. It’s something I absolutely want to share with him. I couldn’t care less that we’re in the back seat of Kendrick’s car and that my tits are covered with sprinkles. But I have to be sure we’re on the same wavelength.
With his hands under my arms, he hoists me up and leans forward until we’re nose-to-nose.
“I want to lay you down on this seat, line myself up with your perfect cunt, and slide all the way home. Because that’s what it’ll be for me, Jo.
Homecoming. Landing right where I belong.
” His breath is hot on my lips, and this close, his irises swirl like the ocean waters down the boardwalk.
“I’ve never understood the concept of home until you.
But I get it. I finally fucking get it. Right now, I want to be inside you more than I want my next breath. ”
His wants are my wants.
His needs, my most primal desires.
More than anything, I want to welcome him home. It feels like my soul’s purpose: To connect with Kylian. To let him in, and to let him stay.
“Please fuck me,” I pant, shifting over and joining him on the bench seat.
“Always so agreeable for me, aren’t you, baby?” He crushes his mouth to mine, licking inside once again and groaning when he tastes the remnants of vanilla soft serve and him all over my tongue.
“Lie back, Jo. Show me what’s mine.”
I don’t even have to ask. Though we haven’t done this before, I could put money on his desire to be on top. Just like I know I want to look him in the eyes as it happens.
We’ve bared our souls. We’ve spent hours skin to skin, exploring one another’s bodies.
We’ve brought each other to the brink of pleasure, held each other through the lowest, darkest times.
The most significant, emotional parts of our beings have been intimately woven together, but we haven’t done this.
And now? It’s all I can do to not shake in anticipation as I wait for the homecoming he’s promising.