The Season: Rush (Austin Arrows #1) (28 page)

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Ellie

I’m so lost in Kingston’s kiss, so eager to get him naked, I’m taken a little by surprise when he grips my wrists in each of his hands and halts me from exploring him further. The next thing I know, he has relocated my hands behind my back, both wrists ringed by his long fingers, and his lips are caressing my jaw.

“I told myself that the next time I had you, I was gonna take my time,” he mumbles softly against my ear. “And that’s exactly what I plan to do.”

I’m not sure I can handle him taking his time. I want to feel him inside me right now. I don’t want to wait. Despite the orgasm he gave me with his mouth earlier, there is an ache between my thighs that can only be sated by his cock.

“Next time,” I say, trying to get him to kiss me again. Without the use of my hands, that is a hell of a lot harder than it should be.

Kingston chuckles.

“This time,” he states firmly as he pulls me with him toward the bed.

I’m standing between his legs once he sits on the mattress, while Kingston looks up at me with hooded eyes. I love the way he does a slow perusal of my body, his eyes skimming my overheated skin, causing a delicious tremor to erupt in my core.

In this moment, I don’t see any of the flaws I usually see in myself. I don’t focus on the fact that my left boob is slightly bigger than the right, or that the hair on my arms is a little too dark, or my hands aren’t dainty and cute like some women. Oh, and the big one … I don’t fret over the fact that my thighs definitely touch and I’ve got stretch marks. None of those things matter. The way he looks at me makes me feel as though I am perfect in every way.

He releases my hands, but before I can go back to what I’d started earlier, he’s already making commands. “Turn around.”

Not quite sure what to expect, I slowly pivot so that I’m facing away from him.

“Unbutton your jeans.”

I do as I’m instructed.

Kingston’s rough hands caress my sides as he works his thumbs beneath the waistband of my jeans and then begins forcing them down, over my hips, then down my legs.

“Step out of them.”

I don’t argue.

When I’m standing before him in nothing but my bra and panties, I feel a little self-conscious, especially since I can’t see his face.

“Fucking phenomenal ass,” he mumbles, his words spoken in a rough whisper that makes my nipples harden.

His hands cup my ass, kneading the flesh. I close my eyes and enjoy the sensation of his warm skin against mine. I have no idea what he is doing, other than possibly looking at me, but I also don’t care. As long as he doesn’t stop touching me, I can endure.

Maybe.

Hopefully.

He pulls me back a step and I move so that his thighs are bracing my legs.

An involuntary moan escapes when his lips brush against my spine, the hair on his face sensually tickling my sensitive skin. I manage to hold myself together as he continues to kiss my back, his hands still squeezing my ass. It’s never occurred to me until now just how erogenous that area is.

Kingston gently urges me forward, making me move away from the bed before he pulls my thong down by sliding his hands beneath the thin straps on my hips and tugging. The silky fabric falls to the floor around my ankles, but I don’t move. Can’t. Hell, I can hardly breathe.

His lips are everywhere, his hands sliding up my thighs, over my ass again. I’m aware of his tongue as it glides down my spine slowly.

“Oh, God,” I moan when the warmth darts between my ass cheeks. I have no idea what he is doing, what he is even planning on doing, but I’m not sure I care. Okay, yes, I’m a little nervous because his exploration is extremely foreign to me, but it feels too freaking good to make him stop.

Before I have too much time to wonder, he pulls me backward, forcing me to sit against him, his denim-covered cock pressing against my butt, his bare chest against my back.

Big, strong hands reach around, cupping my breasts, which are still restrained by my red bra. The red bra I put on this morning with the optimistic notion that this might happen. I’ve never been so happy that I was prepared.

Kingston’s lips find my neck, and I tilt my head while his fingers work between my breasts to unclasp my bra.

“I hope you know that I fully intend to take you up on your request.”

I can feel the rumble of his words against my back. “What request is that?” I honestly don’t know what he is talking about. My brain isn’t exactly firing on all cylinders at the moment.

“The request to kinkify you.”

Oh, right.
That
request.

I moan when his mouth latches on to my neck, the warmth sending electrical pulses right to my clit.

“I plan to do very naughty things to you.”

God, I hope so. “Like what?”

His hands continue to roam, sliding over my breasts, then down my stomach until he reaches the apex of my thighs. Kingston manages to force my legs wider, hooking my knees over his thighs, opening me completely.

I have to lean back against him when his fingers slide against my slick flesh, gliding over my clit, then lower. I’m already wet and ready for him. So ready.

“Everything,” he replies. “I plan to show you all the ways I can pleasure your body. Even ways you never thought possible.”

I like the way he thinks, but I can’t deny there is a slight bit of trepidation on my part. I have had good sex in my life, but no doubt about it, I’ve had purely vanilla sex. Nothing kinky, nothing adventurous. Pretty much, missionary-penis-in-vagina is about the extent of my experience. However, I’m not above watching porn, so I know there are a lot of kinky things that are far out of my realm of expertise.

“Just don’t hurt me.” A breathless moan escapes when he pushes one finger inside me. What I mean to say is don’t break my heart. I know Kingston would never physically cause me pain, but I can’t say as much about emotionally. I know I’m not supposed to get attached to him, but I can feel it already happening. And that scares me.

“Little girl, I’ll never hurt you. I swear to it.”

I know he won’t, at least not intentionally, and that is the only reason I manage to give myself over to this man, willing to let him do whatever he wants to me.

Kingston

This woman…

I’ve never seen a more beautiful woman in my life, and it isn’t simply because she has a rocking body that my hands can’t seem to get enough of. It’s everything about her. She pulls me in, makes me want crazy things. If it weren’t for the fact that my brain is on overload, my body aching desperately to be one with her, I’d probably be waxing poetic right about now.

Instead, I’m riding the high that her sensual moans invoke. The way she is leaning into me, her hands sliding over my arms as I continue to tease her with my fingers against her smooth, wet flesh. I want to make her come a million different ways. I want to spend the next twenty-four hours learning her body, learning every gasp and moan, every sigh and swallow.

“Kingston…”

I can hear the desperation in her tone. I know she needs more than I’m giving her right now, but that’s part of the buildup. Not to mention, it’s keeping me from coming like a fucking teenage boy.

Somehow, I scrounge deep and muster more willpower as I get to my feet. After helping Ellie onto the bed, I quickly shed the rest of my clothes, wanting once again to feel her skin against mine. The way she’s watching me sends splinters of electricity pulsing beneath my skin. There’s no doubt she’s impressed by my naked body, and that does something strange to me. In my line of work, it’s not unusual to find muscle and strength. That’s what the job requires. But seeing the heat in her eyes when she visually caresses every inch of me… It makes all the effort worth it.

Crawling over her, I find Ellie’s mouth with mine. Although I’m holding myself above her, intent on not crushing her beneath my weight, it’s not easy when Ellie attempts to pull me down on top of her. The heat of her skin sends chills racing down my spine. My dick is rock hard and aching to be buried inside her sweet, wet pussy.

I pull back and stare down at her, smiling into her beautiful green eyes.

“I know you want slow,” she whispers softly, “but if you keep looking at me like that … I’m going to come without you.”

Damn. “Do you even know how hot it is when you say shit like that?”

She’s laughing, but I can tell she likes that I think so.

I lower my lips to hers once more, thrusting my tongue into her mouth as I grind my erection against the silky smooth spot between her thighs. She moans again, her arms wreathing my neck, and the next thing I know, I’m on my back and Ellie is straddling my hips.

She looks even better like this. All of that long, silky hair hanging over her shoulders, a layer of perspiration dotting her skin. She’s sex personified.

Ellie leans down and I expect her to kiss me, but her mouth glides over my jaw to my ear. I groan when she nips my earlobe.

“Condom.”

I smile. The woman is very aggressive when she wants to be.

I like that.

I nod to my left. “Top drawer of the nightstand.”

Without relinquishing her position, Ellie leans over, pulls open the drawer, and retrieves a condom. I’m lost in watching her as she moves farther down my legs, ripping the package open with her teeth while she does. She casts a radiant smile at me as she rolls the latex over my dick.

I suck in a breath, loving the way her fingers feel against my shaft. It’s fucking sexy to watch a woman suit you up. And it’s especially sexy to watch Ellie do it. The way she bites her lip in concentration…

“I take it you’re not into foreplay,” I tease as she once again leans over me, my sheathed cock sliding through her slit.

“Oh, I am. But we’ll have to change that to
after
play, because…”

She rubs herself on me, driving me fucking crazy.

“Fuck… Ellie…”

She lowers herself onto my dick, her tight, wet heat gripping me.

“Oh, yes,” she hisses as she works her hips down until I’m fully seated inside her.

I can’t take any more. Although I would love to watch her ride me all night long, there’s no way I can let her maintain control. I need to drive into her, to fuck us both into oblivion, and the only way I can do that is…

I reverse our positions without pulling out of her.

Ellie cries out, but it isn’t in pain. Her nails dig into my back as I retreat, then push in again. Her soft body holds me tight as I hover over her, my hips cradled by her thighs.

“More…” Ellie’s eyes open and lock on to mine.

I give her more, pushing my hips forward, pulling back. I continue the thrust and retreat while we stare at one another. This feeling… I don’t want to think about what it is I’m feeling for this woman right now. The only thing I want is to lose myself in the pleasure I find in her.

Her nails dig in deeper as I begin pumping my hips faster. Her knees grip my hips as she shifts, lifting her pelvis and changing the angle. It’s so fucking good I practically roar.

It’s my turn to change the position, lifting up so that I’m sitting on my knees. I put my hands beneath her ass, squeezing as I lift her slightly, thrusting my hips forward, driving as deep as I can.

“Oh, God, yes… Kingston… Fuck me.” Her nails dig into my thighs, and I watch as the muscles in her stomach quiver. “Harder. Please.”

I lose myself then. When my control snaps, I pound into her, fucking her harder, deeper, faster… I can’t stop, my dick tunneling in and out of her tight pussy. I feel her muscles clamp down on me as she moans louder. I know she’s close.

Sliding my arms beneath her knees, I lean forward, folding her body so that I can drive down into her. I never stop watching her face, the way she bites her lip when she cries out… She’s so fucking sexy.

“Ellie… Fuck, baby.” I’m coming undone. I can feel my release building; the electrical charge that starts at the base of my spine ignites. I feel it in my balls…

Shifting her slightly, I slam into her again and again.

“Oh … yes!” Ellie’s head tips back, her chest thrusting upward. I move my knees back, releasing her as I watch her orgasm grip her.

Fucking hell. She’s so damn hot when she comes.

My breath slams in and out of my chest as I continue to fuck her, driving my hips forward, allowing her to ride out her climax. When she reaches for me again, I pick up speed, shifting my hips, giving in to my own release.

“Ellie…” My heart pounds against my ribs as my dick pulses. I’m coming so fucking hard I see spots in my vision. “Fuck… Ellie… Coming.”

When I come back to myself, I’m crushing Ellie into the mattress, my face pressed against her neck. I feel her fingers skimming my back, gliding slowly up and down. Somehow I manage to roll onto my back, not dislodging from her. I need to catch my breath first.

Ellie settles on top of me. She seems content to have me still buried inside her as I brush her hair back from her face and wrap my other arm around her.

There’s no way I can tell her that I’m fairly certain the earth shifted when I came. After all, I fully intend to do it again and again, and the last thing I want to do is freak her out.

Ellie

I’m sure I’ve died and gone to heaven. It feels like I’m floating, and that has nothing to do with the fact that I’m currently lying on top of Kingston, though that probably helps. The warmth of his body beneath me… I could totally get used to this.

Only I won’t. I promise.

However, I do intend to enjoy the moment. What transpired between us a short while ago was worthy of fireworks and a standing ovation. That was truly amazing, and I’m still trying to catch my breath.

Holy hell, the man has some crazy skills.

There’s a tiny part of my brain that has already moved on, wondering whether or not I should get up and get dressed, but the rest of me is content to remain just like this … forever. I’m not sure how this is supposed to play out, and I do not want to make this weird between Kingston and me. Spending the night seems like the right thing, but again, I have no idea what the rules are.

Truth is, I’ve never done this before. With the exception of Bianca’s father, who was a one-night stand, I’ve always been in a relationship when I’ve had a sexual encounter. The pretend thing that Kingston and I have going on really doesn’t count. I’m sure there are unspoken rules I should be following, but I don’t know what they are; therefore I’m a little off-kilter.

Lifting my head, I peer down at Kingston. “Is it me, or are you gearing up for round two?”

He hasn’t pulled out of me, although a few minutes have passed, and I’m pretty sure he’s harder now than he was before.

A seductive smirk tilts his beautiful mouth, then he pulls my head down and presses a sweet kiss to my lips before shifting his hips.

“I think it’s safe to say I’ll be ready for round two in the very near future. But I’m going to need a little recovery time.”

As do I.

I roll off of Kingston, allowing him to get up from the bed. I watch as he removes the condom before heading for the bathroom. I can’t resist sneaking a peek of his phenomenal ass as he moves away. Kingston is, no doubt about it, a ridiculously
beautiful
man. Seriously.

I can’t hold in the sigh that escapes me. What am I going to do with myself?

Before I have to answer that question, Kingston returns, crawling into bed and pulling me toward him. I gladly curl up beside him, my head resting on his chest, the gentle thump of his heart beating against my ear.

Kingston kisses my forehead, his arm tightening around me. And I’ve got the answer to my original question. Apparently, I’m staying the night.

And I can’t say that I’m disappointed. I like the comfort that he affords me. He makes me feel safe, he makes me feel desired. Sometimes, being a single mom, I feel neither of those things. For the most part, my world revolves around Bianca. My only thoughts revolve around keeping
her
safe, keeping
her
healthy, keeping
her
happy. I don’t spend much time thinking about me, I guess. But when I see myself through Kingston’s eyes … I feel sexy and feminine and … me.

Kingston’s lips brush my forehead again, and I notice his fingers are gently caressing my shoulder. I curl into him a little more, my hand resting on the solid slab of his chest, loving the hardness of him. I can feel myself drifting, but I’m desperately trying to stay awake, not wanting to miss a
minute of being with this man.

“You should probably sleep,” he whispers, his breath fanning my hair. “That way you’ll be all rested up when I take you again.”

A warm, sinfully delicious chill dances down my spine. I love the smooth rumble of his voice, the way his muscles flex when he moves, the intoxicating scent of him. In fact, I enjoy it so much I’m still thinking about it as I finally give in and drift off to sleep.