Chapter 25
Kinsley
Chapter Twenty-Five
I woke up with my head lying on someone’s chest and an arm curled around my waist, pinning me to the mattress. I opened my eyes then closed them again at the sudden light coming through the window. When I opened them again, the first thing I saw was a sharp jawline. My eyes wandered upward to the familiar lock of waves before stopping on the dark gaze framed by long lashes. Why do boys have better lashes than girls? Thomas looked down at me, his features relaxed.
“Did I scare Connor away?” I asked, pressing my face into his side, my nightmare flashing into my mind. Everyone leaving. Alone in the woods. All alone.
“No, why?” he replied, his hold tightening around me.
I shook my head, keeping in a yawn.
His fingertips drew small circles on the skin of my waist under the pajama top I was wearing. “He’s downstairs.”
I nodded, a question from my bad dream bugging in my mind.
“What?” Thomas asked, and I looked up at him. “I can tell there’s something else you want to ask.”
At first I wanted to deny it, but there was no reason not to just ask him.
“Will you go back to ignoring me when we leave?”
I felt Thomas move under my head before he softly gripped my chin and ran his thumb across my bottom lip. “What?” he asked.
I blew out a breath. “I will not rep?—”
“Do you think I could keep my distance after I felt you?” His eyes glazed. “After you came all over my fingers? Twice.” He smirked, and my heart rattled in my chest. “It was hard enough before that. Now, you have way too much power over me, Sage.” My lips parted.
“A straight answer would have done it too.” I rolled my eyes, but my toes twirled under the blanket.
“No.” He smiled. “I will not.”
“What if I chose to ignore you?” I challenged, trying to ease the mood, and he lifted a brow at me.
“The honorable thing would be respecting your decision,” he replied with a serious expression, and I narrowed my eyes, waiting. “But as I am not an honorable man, I think I would have to chase you down.” He gave me a small smirk, and I rolled my eyes at him again, but in reality, all of my insides had just melted.
One of his hands wandered up on my thigh, and I drew in a sharp breath as he gently gripped it. I smoothed my fingertips over his chin, trying to keep myself calm.
“How did you get this?” I gulped, brushing over the small scar under his jawline. His gaze captured mine, his eyes deepening. I saw hunger in them.
“Flew off the bicycle when I was six.” He beamed, caressing the skin on my lower back, and I nodded. The air seemed to thicken around us. We were looking at each other with a new type of intensity. A shiver of feelings ran through my body when our mouths crashed against each other in a desperate way. He reached up and pulled my top over my head while I put a finger to the edge of his gray sweatpants. He understood what I wanted and stood up to strip down before he kneeled back to the end of the bed, only in his boxers. For a moment, we just looked at each other. My heart was thundering in my chest, and I felt my blood igniting beneath my skin as I pushed myself up and crawled closer to him on the mattress. I reached out and smoothed over his sun-kissed skin above the edge of the boxers where his V line was, before I hooked a finger into it.
“Can I?” I asked, and he clenched his jaw.
“Fuck,” he muttered, and I lifted a brow at him playfully. “Yes.” He groaned and helped me remove his boxers. He gripped himself, pumping it a few times while sinking his other hand into my hair. “Just hit me if you want me to stop.” His gaze poured into mine, and I nodded, placing my hands on the front of his thighs for support.
He guided himself forward and brushed the tip of his dick against my opened mouth. “Such a pretty thing,” he murmured, fisting my hair. “Now stick your tongue out.” His voice was hoarse as he spoke, and my belly tickled in delight. I did as he asked and wrapped my lips around the head of his dick. “Fuck.” He moaned, and my pussy got wet. The thought that I could make him feel good made me see stars.
I licked off the salty liquid from the tip of his cock before I took more of him into my mouth and sucked. “Fuck, Sage.” He let his head fall backward, his muscles tensing. I let him dive deeper until the tip of him hit the back of my throat and I gagged, my eyes watering. He let out a loud moan and gripped my hair harder. “So, fucking good.” He moaned, driving himself into me. His abs flexed, and I looked up at him to see his head still thrown back while he let out a series of satisfied groans. He looked like a Greek god. His dark hair curled from the sweat, his toned muscles sun kissed, and I felt my pussy pulse against the material of my panties.
His thrusts got harder, his grip on my hair lowered around the front of my neck, and I cupped his balls with my right hand gently before I gave it a stronger grip.
“Oh fuck, Kinsley.” He grunted, his hand tightening around my neck as he pushed himself deeper into my mouth. My eyes widened before both of us let out a satisfied moan as his hot fluid released into me. Some of it instantly flowed down my throat, but I still swallowed every last drop of him before he pulled himself out. I looked up at him, my eyes still watery, and he leaned down to me. “So, fucking beautiful,” he rasped, his cheeks flushed and his dark eyes glossy from the orgasm. He had never looked more mesmerizing.
I moved away from him and leaned my back down on the mattress. His eyes glazed over the only thing I was wearing—a white thong—and a smile formed on my lips.
“I said I was not going to fuck you.” He cleared his raspy voice.
I tilted my head on the pillow and rolled my eyes at him, my pussy throbbing. “You said a lot of things.”
I parted my legs, and he cussed before leaning over me. I whimpered when the hardness of his dick pulsed against my sensitive skin, and his mouth trailed over my jawline before lending a kiss beneath my ear. I shivered and his smile deepened.
“I should have named you something poisonous instead of Sage.”
“Too late for that.” I grinned up at him, goose bumps spreading over my body as he caressed the skin on my wrists.
“Are you sure?” he asked, lifting my waist up and pulling a pillow under it.
“I’m sure.” His dark eyes refocused on me, and I dug my nails into his shoulders.