Chapter 17
ROYCE
KINSLEY: I’m home
I’ve barely opened the message before stuffing my feet into my shoes and racing out of my apartment. My body aches to hold her and touch her—to feel her lose control for me.
I knock, my eagerness emphasized with every tap.
“Hey, did you miss me?” she says with an innocent smile as she opens her door but I barely hear her, pushing my way inside and slamming it behind me as I tangle my fingers in her hair and slant my mouth over hers.
She knows what she did.
And if the little moans I’m pulling from her lips are any indication, she’s not sorry at all.
“I want you to ride my cock, work me just how you like it until you’re coming all over me.”
“Royce,” she breathes as I back her up enough to pull her shirt over her head.
“Now, Kins. I missed you. You wanted to drive me out of my damn mind and you did, and now I want you naked so I can watch you fall apart with me inside you.”
“You’re getting better at this,” she teases, her voice full of want, but I shake my head.
“Yeah, I’m a genius and once I have my fingers and cock between your legs, we’ll find out just how much better I actually am.”
Unclipping her bra, she lets it fall to the floor, shimmying out of her leggings and socks until she’s naked in front of me.
God damn, she’s beautiful.
“Where do you want me?” she asks, nibbling on her bottom lip as I rip my shirt over my head and stalk toward her, gripping her ass and lifting her off the ground and into my arms.
Her legs wrap around me as I make the short walk to the couch before wrestling a condom from my pocket and dropping down in the middle.
“Take my cock out.”
“Bossy,” she purrs, unbuckling my belt as I cup her tits, rolling her nipples between my thumb and forefinger as she squirms on my lap.
“Damn right I’m bossy. Do you have any idea how hard it was not to jerk off last night thinking about being inside you?”
Slender fingers wrap around my length and I groan, throwing my head back as she strokes me. She’s panting, and I cup her pussy before sliding two fingers inside her.
“You definitely missed me,” I taunt. “Gonna lie about it?” I ask, crooking them and making her gasp.
“No.”
“No what?” I ask, slowing my ministrations, already so sure about what she needs to get off. It’s hot.
Powerful.
And I’m humbled that she’s given me such complete access to her body and vow to earn back that piece she’s locked away.
“I missed you.”
“Wanted to rile me up, didn’t you? Knowing I couldn’t do anything.”
“Yes,” she whines as she rides my hand.
“Put the condom on or you don’t come at all.”
She growls, grabbing the small packet and ripping it open with her teeth as she slides it down my length with surprising steadiness considering how the rest of her is vibrating with her impending release.
“Looks like you like to get bossed around too.”
“I just want my orgasm.”
“You will get yours,” I tell her, positioning her core against the head of my cock, before thrusting up into her, “and then I’ll get mine.”
She gasps, whimpering as she finds her rhythm. Sucking her nipple into my mouth, I lavish it with my tongue as my palm spanks her ass before gripping it hard and grinding her down on me.
“Oh my God,” she moans, her eyes wild as she stares back at me.
So, I do it again.
And again.
Nails digging into my shoulders, she’s frantic as she chases her pleasure, her skin glistening as she falls apart, her orgasm rocketing through her as she lets it pull her under.
I grit my teeth, praying to the universe that I can keep my shit together because Kinsley Dane did more than just tease me—she awoke every single fantasy I’ve ever had, and I need more.
Licking up the column of her throat, I grab a fistful of her dark hair and pull enough to make her cry out.
“On your knees, baby.” She squeezes her pussy around my erection, her eyes flaring wide, and I let the corner of my mouth tip up. “That was for you,”—I let my gaze rake down her body—“this one’s for me.”
“Upping your game, Mr. Oakden?”
“Just really damn horny,” I manage, my voice gravelly and completely unlike me.
Climbing off, she makes a point to wiggle her hips, her knees spread as she kneels on the cushions and rests her forearms on the back of the couch.
She flips her hair over her shoulder and lets her gaze rake over me, starting with my shoes and climbing to where my cock is hanging out of my pants before meeting my gaze.
“Is this how you want me?”
“Yes,” I rasp, shucking the rest of my clothes until I’m standing naked behind her. My palm traces over her spine. “Exactly.”
Her lips are swollen and parted as she stares at me, her eyelids fluttering shut when I line my cock up with her entrance. I want to slam into her and I want to take my time, the indecision holding me in place with my dick in my hand.
And because she just knows, Kinsley pushes back against me, her core forcing me to breach her with the shallowest thrust.
It’s all I need—the debate I’d been having no debate at all as I pull out and then bury myself inside.
She gasps, falling forward a little, her back sloping and putting her ass on display, those round globes firm and sexy as I piston into her.
“You’re stunning like this, Kins. God damn.” I grip her ass cheeks, massaging and spreading them, bending my knees to make sure I’m hitting that spot inside her that makes her scream my name.
“Spank me.”
The sound of my palm against her skin echoes through the apartment before she’s moaning and grinding back against me.
Holy shit.
It’s powerful and humbling that she’s giving this to me—letting me do this to her.
And she fucking likes it.
I spank her again, my name on her lips the sweetest cry, and it has me racing toward the edge before I can take my next breath.
“Touch yourself, Kins. I need you to come again. Please, baby, I can’t hold out much longer.”
She doesn’t argue, her hand moving between her legs, as her eyes squeeze shut and I grip her hips harder as her pussy clenches around me and I see stars. I grit my teeth as I ride out my orgasm, the pleasure bordering on painful as she squeezes me tight. It’s maddening and I love it.
I need it.
I need her.
Kinsley collapses against the back of the couch, her forehead resting on her arms as she turns her face to look at me.
I should say something, but thanks for making me come so hard you’ve realigned my cellular structure seems fairly dramatic.
Instead, I pull out as gently as I can, walking across the room and disposing of the condom in the trash. Cleaning myself up, I smile as I realize she hasn’t moved, her body flushed and absolute perfection.
I grab my boxers and pull them on before collecting her panties and my T-shirt and handing them to her.
Dropping onto the couch, I can’t stop the grin that takes over my face as she curls into me, warm and pliant and completely at peace.
“That take my cock out line was hot,” she says, her eyes sparkling as they meet mine, and I laugh, letting my head fall to the back of the couch as I drag a hand down my face.
“Yeah, well, don’t be too impressed because I wasn’t entirely sure I’d be able to do it myself.” I hold up one hand. “Manual dexterity was lacking.”
She laughs and nips at the tendon in my neck before soothing the sting with her tongue.
“I liked it,” she breathes, “and that second orgasm was mind-blowing.”
“I think I have to try for three now.”
“Why?” she asks, and I raise a brow. “Just asking. Definitely not complaining.”
“I feel like two is the standard now—gotta raise the bar.”
“That’s the spirit,” she coos, pressing herself tighter against me as I wrap my arms around her and hold her there.
“Thought you might like that.”
“Roy?”
“Hmm?”
“When can we get started?”
“Patience is a virtue—”
“That I do not possess.”
“Then put me in, Coach.”