Chapter 11
Kendrick
I hadn’t intended on touching Reese, at least not intimately. She was under my protection. I’d just made significant promises I feared I couldn’t keep.
My mind had spelled out the requirements of earning her trust, at least enough so she’d feel comfortable in providing information that could help expose the group, putting as many behind bars as possible.
I’d gone over the necessary steps, determining every possible distraction or hindrance tossed my way, including being discovered. What I hadn’t anticipated was the immediate desire, let alone the clear needs that had little to do with protection.
In the moments of pretense inside the club, I’d lost a part of myself, only realizing it when we’d been safely locked inside my car.
The truth about my needs was and continued to be alarming.
Her touch had awakened something within me, something dark and likely almost as dangerous as what she’d already experienced.
Not only because our attraction was so great but also because my desires were too intense.
Strong enough that I could easily crush her in ways I’d never want.
Mentally.
Emotionally.
Even physically.
Maybe I’d underestimated the needs all men had, had never completely vanished even after aspects of society had altered the initial views. Men’s hungers were primal at best, tempered only when required.
My aching cock was a clear admittance my psyche and basic human needs weren’t far removed from the members of the Privileged.
What in the fuck was I doing?
Exploitation or sheer personal indulgence?
The goddamn answer would need to wait. My balls demanded attention.
I wasn’t the kind of man anyone would want to be in a relationship with and taking her this way felt much more intimate than should be allowed.
Yet as soon as I’d touched her, as soon as our lips had collided, there was no turning back, the hunger too great.
As I pulled her into my arms, dragging her onto her toes, there was no resistance, only the same incredible need that I’d felt before. We were locked in something that would be dangerous for us both yet right now, time held no meaning.
Only what we were about to share made any sense. I swept my tongue inside, tasting the sweetness that had very little to do with the wine and everything with her.
She was too innocent, so vulnerable, and while the worry about taking advantage of her was there, already eating at me, nothing could stop me at this point.
Not common sense or even my understanding that I could compromise everything.
With her hands tightly fisted around my shirt, her body pressed against mine, the freedom was incredible, the desire off the charts.
She wiggled in my hold, her tongue dancing with mine. When she rolled one arm over my shoulder, tangling her fingers in my hair, I lifted her off the floor.
Her body trembling, I controlled the moment and the woman, tasting the dark recesses that belonged to me.
Even her scent, the combination of jasmine and spices awakened my senses, creating a fog of safety around us.
With the breeze tickling my skin, I felt more lightheaded than I could remember from any past encounter.
Any woman.
Soft mews escaped her mouth as she wiggled in my hold. She had no way of knowing the friction she’d created or the fire threatening to erupt between us.
Or maybe she did. With every brush of her fingertips across my heated skin, I was driven crazier than before. There was no gentleness to my kiss, just a raging need to taste and take every inch of her.
Seconds later, she tugged my shirt, her small hands finding space between us. She was fumbling with my buttons.
I broke the kiss long enough to yank the collar, jerking the material over my head.
The look on her face was wild, her eyes almost fully dilated from the same burning desire. I wasn’t finished with her mouth, gripping her chin and tasting her once again. I pulled her bottom lip between my teeth, growling when she laughed in a soft tone that could set the world on fire.
With her hands planted on my chest, I could barely breathe. She kneaded my muscles before slowly brushing the tips of her fingers down my chest. Every touch pushed at the darkness within me.
I slipped my hand to her throat and dragged my tongue from one side of her jaw to the other, enjoying how she shuddered in my arms. Even the light sway of her body was about to drive me crazy. I bent her head back, licking down the long line of her neck.
“Mmm…” There was nothing like her soft moans or the way her dark lashes skimmed across her flushed cheeks. And with the quiet smile on her face, I couldn’t help but enjoy the moment. She was without a doubt the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.
Especially now wearing jeans that fit her body perfectly, accentuating every curve as if they’d been made for her specifically.
The tee shirt was a creation of beauty, allowing just enough to be desired I’d had difficulty being a gentleman and not staring at her nipples poking through the thin fabric.
And even completely devoid of makeup, her face scrubbed clean of the gaudy painted mask she’d been forced to wear, I’d been lost in her the moment she’d walked into the room.
I bit down on her neck, savoring the way she shuddered. Damn, the woman could make the most passionate sounds.
As soon as I released my hold, she gave me a look that could spell disaster for any man just before biting my chin. Her slight chuckle was as surprising as if daring me to engage in something carnal. She kissed my neck, rolling her soft lips past my collarbone to my chest.
Holy shit. I’d never had a woman suck on my nipple before. Sensations rocketed through me like wildfire.
I tossed my head back, fisting her hair as she rolled her lips to my other nipple, sucking on the tip.
“Fuck, woman. What the hell are you doing?”
Her answer was a slight chuckle, a soft sigh that tightened my balls even more.
I took gasping breaths, wiping my jaw as the vibrations deep within continued to build. If she wasn’t careful, I wouldn’t be able to hold myself back from devouring every inch of her.
Who the fuck was I kidding? That was my intention.
Unable to take her teasing any longer, I pushed her away just long enough to cup both sides of her face. I couldn’t go any further without ensuring this was what she wanted. I searched her eyes while we both tried to control our labored breathing.
“Is this what you want?” I no longer recognized my voice.
“Yes.” Hers was slight, her eyes searching mine, but I wasn’t certain for what answers. “Yes.” She laughed and slipped her hand to my belt.
“Fuck, Reese.”
“Yes. Just fuck me.”
The woman didn’t need to ask me twice. While the sting of knowing somewhere in the back of my mind this was as reckless as I’d accused her of being, my lust refused to be denied.
I ripped off her tee shirt, immediately cupping her breasts. She gripped my arms and tossed her hair back. All I could think about was twisting my hand around the knot of her ponytail while I fucked her from behind. Christ. When had I turned into such a barbarian?
She fumbled with my buckle when I rubbed my thumbs back and forth across her already taut nipples. As I lowered my head, she arched her back until she was forced to lean into me. Using my teeth, I shifted the lace aside, wrapping my lips around her tight peak.
Even her nipple tasted sweet. She moaned as I swirled my tongue in lazy circles, then laughed as I sucked the tender tissue through my teeth.
Finding her balance, she continued yanking at my button and zipper, finally freeing my aching cock. The second she wrapped her hand around my shaft, I almost lost it, tossing her onto the couch and fucking her like a wild animal.
But I longed to taste every sweet inch of her.
Reaching around her back, I easily managed to unhook her bra. Once her breasts were free, I pulled back long enough to bask in her beauty just for a few seconds.
Yet the way she had her hand wrapped around my dick was enough to shatter my attention span. Laughing, I was about to take control when she dropped to her knees.
“What are you doing?” I gritted out, finding it difficult to even focus at this point.
“Sucking you.” She toyed with me, yanking the tough denim just past my hipbones, freeing my balls. The ache was significant, enough so I noticed there were lights flashing in front of my eyes.
They grew stronger when she rolled my testicles between her fingers. “Fuck.” The sound echoed in my head, pushing me into a strange laugh. I couldn’t even remember the last time a woman had sucked my cock.
Hell, I hadn’t dated anyone in as long as I could remember. Work. Always work.
The irony of what I was doing and why pressed on my mind, but the moment she darted her tongue across my cockhead, that was about all the resolve I had left. Her mouth was wet and hot. The way she rolled her lips down the side of my cock was like a lightning strike.
I managed to grab a fistful of her ponytail, nearly ripping her hair from her scalp as she dragged her tongue up and down my shaft. But the moment she darted her tongue across my balls, all bets were off. Controlling myself would be a problem.
She knew exactly what she was doing to me. With one hand squeezing my balls and the other stroking my dick, the friction was as electrified as I’d ever experienced.
Her tongue was a lethal weapon as she licked up and down several times before finally taking my cockhead into her mouth. The moment she sucked, using her jaw muscles until I flinched, I rolled onto the balls of my feet.
“Goddamn it,” I hissed, struggling for that very control that was necessary right now.
She took me down an inch at a time, her tongue constantly swirling back and forth.
I was shocked how intense the sensations were, but the need that had brought us to this point was a critical moment for both of us.
I could feel it.