Chapter Twenty-Two
Lily had been asleep for an hour, and Roxie was lying in bed reading. She’d forgone the tea, going straight for her bottle of wine. Her body was still on fire, and the worst possible thing she could do right at this moment was drink a couple of glasses of wine while reading a romance book.
But she’d been so busy with taking care of Lily and then moving and finding a job that she hadn’t been able to finish her book, and it was a good one. She was a little bit in love with the hero of the story, Brett Westerly. He actually reminded her a little of Kian. Though Brett was a businessman and all, and Kian was a doctor, their attitudes certainly lined up.
And Roxie was very aware that the last thing she should be doing was reading about sex when her body was so hot as it was, but she couldn’t seem to stop herself. She guzzled down her glass of wine and decided one more glass wouldn’t hurt anyone.
She went and refilled, then climbed back into bed and grabbed her Kindle. Before she could get back into the story, her phone buzzed, showing she had a message. It was almost ten, and she couldn’t imagine who’d be texting.
When she opened the message and saw it was from Kian, she felt a stirring of excitement low in her stomach. She could pretend she was asleep and dive back into her book, but she found herself putting down the Kindle and picking up her phone. Maybe it was the wine, and maybe it was the book, and maybe it was the hot make-out session from a few hours before. Whatever it was, she didn’t think too hard about opening a door that should remain closed.
He groaned in approval and thrust his tongue deeply inside her.
Roxie was in shock as she read the message. She reread it again and felt moisture pool in her core. She squeezed her thighs together as an unbearable ache took over her body. He’d downloaded the book she was reading. He was texting her a line from one of the sex scenes, and she was as hot as hell. She’d never had a phone-sexting conversation before. Should she play along? It was a bad idea.
Squeezing her thighs tightly together, she decided to respond.
She put a leg over one of his shoulders and pulled him closer with it, urging him to continue.
It was too late to go back now. She’d responded, and she could see where he was typing. Rubbing her legs up and down, the friction on her thighs was driving her mad, but she couldn’t help it. She grabbed her glass of wine and took another deep swallow, then licked her lips, imagining it was him doing it for her.
His tongue plunged in and out of her, deeper with each stroke.
Hot damn! She felt as if she were in the book, as if she were being stroked and teased, built up slowly. Though it wasn’t exactly happening slow, not at all. She was hot and aching, and her fingers caressed the screen of her phone as she decided what she wanted to do next. Her room was dark and her head slightly fuzzy. She replied.
I’m hot, so damn hot right now . . .
Letting go of her inhibitions, Roxie’s hand slid down her pajama pants, and she ran her fingers across her aching slit. Her body jumped from the bed at that gentle touch. She’d eased her own ache before but never while this turned on. It had been out of necessity before she’d thought she’d explode from the buildup, but it was always such a letdown, and she’d hungered to be filled; she hungered for one person to do it. She’d close her eyes and picture Kian on top of her, his sweaty chest brushing against her nipples, his solid erection penetrating her in the most filling way.
Slowly, Roxie’s thighs opened as she slid her hand lower and slipped two fingers inside her heat. She bit her lip to keep from groaning as the next message popped up on her phone. It was difficult to see through the blurriness of her vision.
I want to make you hotter. I’m dying here. Let me come over and finish this. Please.
Roxie felt as if she were going out of her mind. She wanted fulfillment. She shouldn’t do it, shouldn’t allow this to happen, but she wanted him so badly, and she didn’t think she was going to get the same release without him.
My hand doesn’t come close to the tight hold of your wet heat. Let me come to you. I’m hard and aching. I want you. I’m lying here picturing your fingers deep inside that hot core, and I want to replace them with my own. I want to run my tongue along your tightness and push it inside before I bury myself deep within you. I want to take you deep, and I want to bury myself in your mouth and hot core. Just say one word and I’ll be there in five minutes.
Kian definitely lived more than five minutes away, but she had a feeling he’d be here that fast. She could get the satisfaction she so desperately needed. Before she could change her mind, she found herself typing.
Yes. Key is under the pink flowerpot.
She hit “Send” and waited to see if there was a response. Nothing. Roxie pushed her pajama pants away and lay back, her eyes closed as she ran her fingers across her slick heat. She rubbed her swollen flesh and dipped her fingers inside, seeking relief that just wouldn’t come. She needed Kian—only Kian.
There was a noise at her front door, and she was so delirious in pleasure, she couldn’t even begin to focus on it. Then her bedroom door opened, and though it was dark, she could see the outline of Kian standing there. He began stripping off his clothes as she continued to rub herself, trying to see his face, but unable. A moan escaped her, and she wondered if all of this was a dream.
That was okay if it was, as long as she was able to come to completion at the end. She wouldn’t mind coming again and again.
“You are so fucking hot,” he said, his voice low and gravelly, nearly out of control—just the way she liked it.
“I need . . .” she panted.
“What do you need?” he asked. He crawled up on the bed, his flesh hot and hard.
“You, I need you,” she panted. She was still touching herself when he grabbed her hand and pressed it into the bed.
She had to grab her pillow and push it over her face when his mouth replaced her fingers and he did exactly what he said he was going to do; he dived his tongue deep inside her, making her hips arch off the bed.
She exploded instantly, her heat clenching over and over as an orgasm nearly ripped her in two with the intensity of the waves. One touch from him had been all she needed. He stroked her slowly as she fell back down to earth, but Roxie wasn’t even close to being fully satisfied. He’d woken up a hunger in her she wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to sate.
She sat up, and with her eyes adjusted to the dark, she could see his outline. She needed to taste him. She missed the feeling of his fullness inside her mouth. Pushing him onto his back, she started at his neck. He reached his fingers into her hair and pulled. The sting grounded her and excited her all at once.
Kissing her way down his chest, she circled her tongue across his hard nipples and bit down on them, making him moan low in his throat as he pushed his hips up against her side. She felt his thickness against her and grew even wetter, her body dripping in pleasure.
She ran her tongue down the solid plane of his stomach, circled his belly button, and then went lower. His fingers were still holding her hair, tugging on her. She smiled as she kissed his lower stomach, her fingers lightly rubbing along his happy trail. That small arrow of hair had always turned her on so much when he’d go shirtless. She’d grow wet as she followed the line, knowing exactly what it led to.
She pressed her lips against his hip, wetting his skin with her tongue before she moved down his thigh. His groan encouraged her to keep going. She kissed across his pelvic bone, kissing the base of his thickness. He was solid, his erection pressed against his stomach, his pleasure moistening the head.
She ran her tongue up his beautiful length and circled the bulging head, her core clenching as she thought about the moment it would be fully inside her. Oh, how she ached to be satisfied. She wanted to do everything at once. But first, she had to taste him. She had to fill her mouth with him.
Gripping the base of his hardness in her hand, she sucked him into her mouth and swirled her tongue across the tip of him. His body arched off the bed as he let go of her hair and threw his hands above him. He pushed upward, encouraging her to take him deeper. She opened her throat and sucked him in, then swallowed, clenching her throat around his tip.
It was his turn to grab the pillow and cry out against it as he thrashed on the bed beneath her. Moving expertly up and down his thickness, she tasted him, squeezed him, and soaked him as she took her time, making him pulse in her mouth.
“Roxie, I need inside you,” he commanded, reaching for her again. She pulled away from him, letting his slick steel pop from her mouth.
“Be good or you won’t get to finish,” she taunted before sucking him into her mouth again.
She knew how to tease him to the breaking point. He’d taught her well. He might be regretting that right now. But she’d enthusiastically learned how to suck him years earlier. She’d even looked up ways online to satisfy him. She’d loved pleasing him, loved making him lose control. Only Kian. He was her only lover, and in her abstinence, she’d grown hornier, it seemed.
She deep-throated him again and again; all the while her core pulsed with a need for fulfillment. He was losing control as he gripped a pillow to his face and cried out into it. She wanted to continue torturing him, but she couldn’t handle it any longer. So, she let him pop from her mouth, then rubbed her fingers up and down his wet length a couple of times before she climbed up his body and sat over him.
His thickness rested on his stomach, and she rubbed her slick heat along it a couple of times, letting her wetness completely soak him. He tossed the pillow aside and grabbed her hips, his fingers bruising as he guided her up.
“Please tell me you’re still on birth control. I don’t want anything between us,” he said, the words guttural.
“I am,” she told him, barely able to talk.
“Then take me in your hand and bring me home,” he growled.
She didn’t even think about teasing him anymore. She wanted him. He pulled her up off the bed as she gripped his hard length and pressed it at her opening. She looked down at his wild eyes as he pulled her down. They cried out together as their bodies fit so perfectly as one.
She tried to move, but he held her in place as he shook beneath her. She tried moving again, and he still wouldn’t let her move. She wiggled on top of him, and he groaned.
“Give me a second,” he begged. He was trembling beneath her, and the power she felt in that moment was unlike anything she’d ever felt before. He was so over-the-top turned on, he wasn’t able to control himself. She didn’t want to give him the opportunity to pull back from her. She wanted him at her mercy.
She dug her nails into his chest, making him cry out in surprise, and then she lifted her hips and slammed back down on him. He called out her name, and she lifted up again and again as she lost control with him.
He reached forward and grabbed her hard nipples between his fingers, squeezing just enough to send an ache from her chest to her wet heat, and that’s all it took to send her over the edge again. She squeezed him tightly as she continued pounding against him, and they cried out together as he released deep within her, his hot steel pumping against her walls.
They continued moving together as they both found satisfaction. Exhausted, Roxie collapsed on top of him, their flesh wet with the heat of their coming. He ran his hands up and down her back before he gripped her butt and squeezed. He was still hard inside her, and he pulsed as his fingers ran down the seam of her ass and slid along her wetness where they were still connected.
She should be done. He should certainly be finished, but she felt him pulse inside her as that beautiful ache began again. She wiggled on top of him as she lifted her head and kissed his jaw.
So quickly she barely registered it was happening, Kian grabbed her ass and flipped them over, never losing his connection inside her body. He pressed his torso up as he remained buried inside her, and she cried out at the pleasure of it.
“Now I get to make love to you the way I’ve wanted to from the very first moment I laid eyes on you,” he said.
Too emotional. This was too emotional. She wanted to pull back from him, but he leaned down and kissed her, his lips soft and hungry as he gripped her thigh and opened her fully to him.
He slowly pushed inside her before pulling out to the tip and doing it all over again. His tight sack rubbed along the sensitive flesh below her wet slit, and his pelvic bone hit her bundle of nerves. It was all too much, and she once again got lost in him. His chest rubbed her nipples, and his lips caressed hers.
He didn’t stop. He made love to her for an endless amount of time and built the ache up and up as she shattered in his arms, her body receiving unending pleasure. She was his, completely and utterly his. Anything he wanted from her, he could have. She didn’t have the will to deny him.
Then he sped up again, and together they came in the most intense explosion of the night. She saw colors flashing behind her eyelids as she gave herself over to him. And when it was finished with his weight on top of her, his body protecting hers, she felt safe and cared for.
She closed her eyes and let herself go.