Chapter 23
Sophie
Inodded my confirmation.
The way Kian talked turned my insides to molten lava and my brain to mush. It was like from the moment we met, everything had been building up to this. Yes, there was attraction, but for me it was so much more than just that.
Kian had shown me that I could trust him and he’d do whatever was necessary to protect me. He’d stand up for me when I’d lost all hope that I’d ever experience that again. And my cousin’s reassurance last night only added on to my trust.
I wanted to let go and explore this attraction with Kian more than anything. I needed to see where it could lead.
As he kissed my inner thigh, his strong hands held me in place. I was completely bare before him, his face close to my pussy.
“I’m going to need verbal confirmation before I make every inch of you mine. Your mouth, tits, pussy, ass… Everything.”
“Yes,” I breathed, my heart in my throat. “I want you to make me… yours.”
Kian dipped his head, and the moment his mouth touched my pussy, I nearly lost my mind.
I threaded my fingers through his hair, gripping his strands as the tip of his tongue touched my entrance and a loud moan vibrated through the air.
“That’s it,” he purred, his voice sending vibrations through me. “Enjoy it. Touch your tits. Do whatever you want, but enjoy this.”
And I did. Thoroughly.
I pulled a strap down my shoulder and cupped my heavy breast, squeezing my nipple. As pleasure shot through me, I closed my eyes and ground myself against his face, heat burning my lower belly.
Growling, he tongued my entrance. “Fuck, you are so wet for me.”
And I was, more than I had been for anyone in my entire life.
He began moving his lips and tongue, exploring my folds, until he reached my clit. One swipe of his tongue and I threw my head back.
He circled the nub, and my grip on his hair tightened, tingles running through me. His finger worked its way into my pussy, stretching me, and I moaned again.
“Oh my God.” My hips rocked against his face of their own volition. “I’m so close,” I panted.
He slid in another finger as he sucked my clit, causing my toes to curl.
“Oh, God. Keep going, please.”
Rocking forward, I felt the orgasm building in my belly.
Desperate for release, I rode his face and pinched my nipples, mirroring the pumping of his fingers.
The images of his strong body thrusting into me invaded my mind and suddenly my proclamation that I wouldn’t sleep with him seemed so distant and incredibly immature. I wanted him to fuck me. Needed him to.
I shuddered, the pleasure building higher and higher.
Removing his fingers, he slid his tongue inside me. In and out. In and out. My eyes rolled back in my head, my ass practically levitating off the desk.
Kian worked me like he’d been my lover for years, knowing exactly what to do with my body, and in a mindless state, I grabbed a handful of his salt-and-pepper hair and pressed him to my hips.
Then he nipped my clit, and I jumped. But before I could complain, he was already swirling his tongue over it. Pain and pleasure throbbed, setting my entire body on fire.
Mindless lust electrified every cell in my body and sparks exploded so hard my ears rang. I moaned and shouted as my walls convulsed around his tongue, my limbs shaking.
It felt like being dragged deep into depths where nothing and nobody existed, just this pleasure and euphoria, where a languid sensation pulled on my muscles.
My eyes fluttered open while Kian continued to taste me, his gaze hungry as it locked on to mine.
I couldn’t move, my muscles lax and my ears ringing. Then he straightened, his breathing rough and his chin glistening with my arousal.
God, he was a magnificent man. Unlike anyone I’d ever known, but maybe that was the reason I found him so attractive.
I licked my lips, a fresh shot of desire seeping through me when I straightened and pressed my mouth to his lips. I tasted myself on his tongue, and he inhaled a deep breath when I trailed my lips down his neck and slid down to my knees between his legs.
I’d never gotten down on my knees for a man, finding the position degrading. Yet, watching heat flare in this man’s gaze, I found that it filled me with power.
I worked on his belt buckle, anticipation dancing in my veins at the idea of what I would find. It fell with a loud clang and sent a shiver down my spine. I felt his hungry, feral gaze on me when I wrapped my hand around his cock, licking it from base to tip.
“Look at me and do it again,” he grunted, and I did so gladly. My gaze lifted to his and I tongued him again, spending extra time on his crown.
His gaze grew hazy as he pulled in a strained breath, his eyes locked with mine.
I laved him with my tongue, humming my approval at his taste. Heat bloomed in my stomach, aching to feel him inside me. I squeezed my thighs together before sliding him deep into my mouth.
“Fuck.” He cupped my face with his rough palms, then slowly thrust deeper.
I ran my tongue around the head before sucking it into my mouth and his head fell back. Eager to please him, I took more of him in my mouth, sucking him again, gliding up and down.
“Just like that,” he hissed, grabbing a fistful of my hair.
He moved my head, up and down, deeper each time, pausing only to let me adjust to his size.
He buried himself all the way down my throat.
“That’s it. You’re so perfect,” he growled.
I kept my half-lidded gaze on him as he pulled out only to slide back in, hitting the back of my throat. I remained still, letting him fuck my mouth, my throat. If he demanded to fuck my other holes, I worried I would eagerly agree.
Thankfully, he didn’t.
His groans vibrated between us as he hit the back of my throat again. My eyes watered, but I refused to blink and miss a moment of this. His movements turned jerky, his fingers tightening, and then he finished in my mouth.
I sat back on my heels and swallowed every drop, my whole body igniting under his attention as I licked my lips. His breaths came out ragged and heavy as he rested his head against the headrest of the executive chair, his eyes glazed over.
“Now what?” I asked, my throat raw and my voice hoarse. He pulled his briefs over his softening erection and buttoned his pants, then suddenly lifted me up by my waist. “What are you doing?”
“Your turn,” he rasped. “I promised you two orgasms. Lie back and open those legs.”
“I want you to fuck me,” I breathed, already spreading my knees.
“I thought you said—”
“I’ve re-evaluated and decided it was a stupid thing to say.”
He grasped my throat and brought our faces together, pressing his mouth to mine. Our tongues slid against each other, then he deepened the kiss, drawing a whimper from my throat.
When he pulled away, his dark eyes were locked on me. “If you still feel that way tonight, you’ll sleep in my bed. But for now, I promised you two orgasms, and then I’m taking you to the beach.”
Now, who was I to protest an offer like that?
Maybe if I played my cards right, sex on the beach would be in my future.
“No comment? Are you backpedaling already?” he asked, his hand dipping under my dress, caressing the skin on my inner thigh.
“No way,” I breathed. “Just focused on your promise.”
Without warning, he reached for the back of my neck and drew me in, his tongue tracing a teasing line over the sensitive skin above my collarbone.
The pressure lingered—firm and deliberate—as his fingers curled into my hair, holding me there like he had no intention of ever letting go before kissing me senseless.
He pulled away abruptly, leaving me breathless as his lips moved to my neck and let out a rough sound.
“You’re soaked.”
His hand on my thigh slid higher and he stroked his fingers over my clit. I made a desperate noise in the back of my throat, the slickness of my arousal as loud as my panting breaths.
He slid two fingers inside me as he nipped my throat. “You’re a greedy woman, aren’t you?”
Slipping his fingers out of me, he spread my arousal around, each brush against my clit sending shivers down my spine.
Then he grasped the backs of my thighs, jerked them up to his shoulders, and pressed his face between my legs.
“Yes.” I groaned, my head falling back. I closed my eyes as pleasure tore through me, an inferno blazing through my bloodstream.
I shuddered as he licked and sucked, nipped and kissed. I writhed under his expert mouth, desperate for that second orgasm.
My fingers tightened in his hair while I ground myself against his face, his beard’s stubble scraping against my flesh. Heat coiled in my core, stretching like a rubber band ready to snap.
My shuddering breaths filled the space between us, and when his mouth closed around my clit and sucked, light shot behind my eyes and pleasure burst through me.
All I could do was hold on to his hair and ride the waves while his tongue never stopped licking and sucking.
When the last shudder ceased, he pulled back, his dark eyes never wavering from mine as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
And God help me, that primal gesture had me ready for another round.
I ran my hands over his biceps and kissed him.
As if he could read my thoughts, a small shiver ran through him and he fisted a hand in my hair and pulled my gaze to him.
“Beach time.”