36. Kioni
Kioni
Hot breath in my ear wakes me before I’m ready. What the hell? I blink my eyes open to Nyx staring down at me. Fuuuck. I raise my hand to pet her, and she moves her head away from my touch until I give up. Asshole. She lets out a forced exhale through her nose, and I squint.
“Sam, love, wake up.” I speak softly, rubbing my hand up and down her spine.
She groans. I pepper her face with kisses until I force a sleepy smile to appear, and she opens her eyes slowly to look up at me and then at her baby hovering over us. Nyx doesn’t dodge her hand when she reaches up to pet her. Instead, she leans into it.
“Do you need to go potty?” she asks the beast in such a sweet tone that should be reserved for a chihuahua or something.
Nyx finally leaves my bed, and Sam sits up, stretching her arms above her and presses her lips to mine before clambering out of bed to take her baby outside.
I could get used to this. Nyx will warm up to me eventually, and then it will be the three of us every night.
And probably Ryker somewhere else in the house.
I check the time and groan louder. Sam is not going to come back to bed because by the time she gets back to sleep, she will wake up again for the sunrise.
That internal alarm clock of hers needs to take a break sometimes.
When I hear her footsteps making their way back to my room, I get up. I already know what she’s wanting. Oh, the luxury of stalking someone for months. You know them better than they know themselves.
“Babe, where’s the—”
“Coffee?” I finish for her.
She crosses her arms in front of her chest and smirks. I kiss her cheek and walk with her to the kitchen. While her coffee is brewing, I go to her section of my closet and grab her robe from the hook. Her mouth drops open when I hold it out to her.
“I’ve been looking for that!” She yells, snatching it from my hands and putting it on. I tie it for her, and my mind goes back to using her other one to restrain her.
“I may have borrowed some of your clothes to keep here just in case they were needed one day.”
She narrows her eyes. “How thoughtful.”
I tug her to me, and she crashes against my chest.
“Keep up the attitude and I’ll use this one to hogtie you while I fuck you on the countertop until I can use the cream dripping from your pussy in my coffee.
Ryker would walk in on us, and then you’d have an audience to watch you beg me to let you come.
” She squirms, and I grab the back of her head and kiss her, ignoring the low rumble of her guard dog.
“I think I want you to take me back to bed,” she whispers.
I lift her into my arms, hiding my wince, and walk her back to my bedroom, not allowing our lips to separate.
She tugs at my shirt and we part long enough for her to yank it over my head.
“You are so beautiful,” she breathes. She shrugs the robe back off and I grip her ass before falling to the bed with her underneath me.
“I love seeing you in my clothes. I almost don’t want to take this off,” I say, gripping the hem of my shirt she’s wearing, shoving it up her stomach and over her breasts, kissing a trail along the way.
“Ki,” she whimpers, arching her back off the bed when I tug on her nipple with my teeth.
I lick the sting away before doing the same to the other one.
“I want to touch you too,” she whines, tugging on my biceps to finish climbing up her body to kiss her again.
Her hands roam over my shoulders, down my arms, up my abs and over my breasts.
She’s exploring. That night in the hotel was glorious, but this is still new to her.
When she dips her hand under my waistband, I lean up and tug her shorts off.
“You always get to come first,” I remind her, spreading her thighs apart and admiring her pretty pink pussy that is all fucking mine.
“What about you? Why can’t we come together?”
I kiss her inner thigh. “Giving you pleasure brings me pleasure, love. Don’t think I’m not enjoying myself while I devour you.
” I dip my finger inside her and pump in and out of her slowly, working in a second.
“I’ve never craved someone as much as I crave you.
” She watches me bring my fingers to my lips and suck the evidence of what I do to her off me.
I lay between her, hooking my arms around her thighs so I can reach her breasts.
I pinch her nipples between my fingers as I impale her on my tongue.
She gasps, gripping my forearms and digging her short nails into my skin.
I trail my hands over her ribs, pushing down on her abdomen with one and inserting two fingers into her with the other.
She moans when I curl my fingers, hitting that delicious spot and covering her clit with my mouth.
Her orgasms come so easily for me. I have so many toys I could use on her, but knowing I can get her there with only me sends pride surging through every fiber of my being.
“Kioni, she cries, pulsing around my fingers. She grips my hair, holding me to her, and I keep going. Even when she becomes overly sensitive and tries to push me away. “Ki…fuck,” she groans, squirming. I drape my arm around her stomach, pinning her against the mattress and increasing the pace of my fingers, forcing her to give me another one. She screams this time, and Nyx is now scratching at my bedroom door, wanting to kill me, I’m sure.
My chin and fingers are dripping with her arousal, as my own gathers between my legs. I’m so fucking needy for her.
“My fucking turn,” she demands between pants.
“Come on, Nyx,” I hear Ryker call with a few kissy noises. She’s no longer clawing at my door now that Sam is not screaming. “Leave mommy and…mommy alone,” he says, and we both laugh. “Or lay down by their door. That’s good too, I guess.”
“Looks like she’s not a fan of him either,” I state, and she sits up with a wild look and attempts to flip me onto my back.
“Love, you are not strong enough to take me down,” I tease, and she squeals when I flip us over. Her hair drapes around my face, and I thread my fingers through it, pulling her lips to mine.
“I taste delicious on your lips,” she purrs, tugging my lower lip into her mouth.
My grip tightens on her hips, grinding her down onto me.
Heat radiates from her center and seeps through my shorts.
She kisses me from my neck to my belly button and tugs off my shorts as she looks up at me through her lashes.
It’s impossible to remain calm when she’s between my thighs.
“You don’t have to do this,” I remind her. Her eyes jerk to mine and she glares up at me. I have to suppress my laughter. She’s too fucking cute when she’s mad.
“I’m new to eating pussy, not afraid of it, Ki,” she growls. “Now spread your legs, baby, because I’m going to do exactly what you just did to me. I want you to feel how good you make me feel.”
I exhale and widen my legs for her. I’ve always preferred to be on the giving end.
The control is what I think I liked most. And giving up control is not something that comes easily to me.
Except with her. Everything with her is so natural.
Seeing her look up at me…fuck. She’s slow with her movements at first, but each brush of her tongue and thrust of her fingers has me on the verge of exploding.
I lean up on my elbows so I can watch every second of this magnificent show.
“You are doing so fucking good,” I praise, dropping my head back with a moan.
Warmth puddles between my legs, and I force slow, steady breaths so I don’t come yet.
This feels incredible and I’m not ready for it to end, but when I look back down at her and she hums against my clit with hooded eyes, I break.
I pinch my lips together, trying desperately to silence myself so Ryker doesn’t hear me and lecture me for it later on about how gross it is to hear his best friend come.
“Sam.” Air gets trapped in my lungs when she doesn’t let up, and now I know what she felt like moments ago.
My arms slip and I fall onto my back, burying my face into my pillow.
My fingers find her hair and I hold her to me, riding her tongue as I come for the second time, feeling hot liquid covering me.
Oh, fuck. Her tongue stops torturing me, and I jolt upright to her wet face.
She looks at me with pure shock, and a devilish smile creeps across her face.
“I won,” she gloats, and my cheeks heat. I fucking squirted all over my very new to pussy girlfriend. I’ve only ever squirted one other time in my fucking life. ONE.
“This isn’t a competition, love,” I pant.
“If it was,” she drawls out. “I would be the winner.” She licks her lips and hums. “Much better than semen.”
I flop back and drag my hands over my face while she giggles. The bed dips and she snuggles up against my side, and we fall back asleep sweaty, covered in cum, and satiated.
The bed is empty when I wake for the second time this morning.
Nyx’s bed is also empty but still here, so that means she’s still here.
Good. I’d hate to punish her after what she did to me earlier.
She deserves to be worshiped more than she already is.
My footsteps falter when I walk into the living room to find Sam and Ryker doing…
yoga. I thought he was joking when he said he enjoyed her classes.
“Good morning,” she singsongs when she spots me in the hallway. She’s so peppy and full of herself now.
I stoop to give her a kiss and then make myself a cup of coffee to drink while watching her. Have I mentioned I love how flexible she is?
Ryker groans, and Sam bends lower to look at his face. “Are you okay?”
“Being next to an explosion sucks is all. My back is sore.”
“Why didn’t you tell me this was hurting you?” she scolds him like a child. “Lay on the couch on your stomach.”
“I’m fine, sunshine.”
“Listen to the professional and do as you’re told.” She points to the couch, and he rolls his eyes but listens.
“Whoa, now,” I say when she straddles him.
She gives me the look that screams, shut up.
“Go get me some oil or lotion,” she tells me, and I go grab a bottle of oil from the bathroom. She catches it when I toss it to her, pouring some into her palm and warming it before slathering it over Ryker’s back. My jaw clenches at the sight of her touching someone else.
“You’re making your girlfriend mad,” he jokes.
“I’m not sure how she could be mad at me after I just—”
I snatch a pillow off the couch and throw it before thinking it through, grimacing when it collides with her head.
“Oops,” I shrug innocently.