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And I give it to him.
Or maybe I just take exactly what I want.
Opening my mouth, I wrap my lips around his two fingers, sliding up and down on them a little as I lick up my cream. I hollow my cheeks as I do, dragging my tongue over every inch of skin I can reach, and the reaction from Kian is immediate.
His nostrils flare, the look on his face shifting from hungry to almost angry, like he’s pissed off that I’m doing this to his fingers and not his cock.
Well.
There’s an easy solution for that.
I release him with a wet slurp, then shove at his chest, pushing him back a step. I think my action catches him by surprise, which is probably the only reason he actually moves—that, or he’s already figured out what I plan to do.
It’s reckless. Even more reckless than letting my one-night stand finger me in an alley behind a bar. But I’m so far beyond caring about that, I can’t even see it in the rearview mirror. He’s right. I came here knowing exactly what I wanted.
And I don’t plan on wasting a fucking second of tonight.
I sink down to my knees in front of Kian, ignoring the way the rough pavement digs into my skin. His eyes darken as he stares down at me, and he widens his stance a bit to bring his crotch closer to my eye-level. I keep looking up, holding his gaze as I reach for the waistband of his pants and unbutton them. I drag the zipper down, and I can already feel how fucking hard he is.
He’s going commando just like I am—it’s a common shifter habit—and his heavy cock practically leaps into my hand, the velvety flesh hot and hard against my palm. I fist him, still watching his face as I dart my tongue out and run it over the tip of his crown. He’s thick and long, and I want to look at his cock, to fucking study it while I drag my tongue up and down his length.
But right now, I want to see his expression more.
I’m entranced by the way his jaw clenches, his nostrils flaring as he sucks in a sharp breath. It’s shadowy and dark in the alley, but I can still see his eyes blazing, almost like there’s a fire inside him that burns hotter with every stroke of my tongue.
Slowly, I wrap my lips around him, then start to work my way down his shaft. It takes a few strokes before the skin is fully slicked, and I start to use my hand as I move a little faster, hollowing my cheeks and swirling my tongue.
“Fuck,” he grunts, his lips pulling back in something like a snarl as one of his large hands settles on the top of my head, tangling in my hair. “Those fucking lips. That fucking mouth. And your gorgeous goddamn eyes. You look like a filthy angel sucking my cock, baby.”
I let out a low moan around his shaft as my core clenches.
Jesus. What the hell is it about this man?
I’ve never particularly liked it when guys try to call me pet names in bed—but maybe that’s because none of the guys I’ve hooked up with in this little blip of a town know how to do it right. When Kian murmurs filthy words to me while I blow him, it makes me almost as hot as it did when he had his fingers stuffed inside me.
With one hand following the movement of my mouth, I brace my other hand on his thick thigh, feeling the muscles contract under my palm as he starts to meet my movements with thrusts of his hips. It’s like he can’t help himself. His grip on my hair tightens until my scalp stings, and his cock hits the back of my throat with every thrust, cutting off my air and making my heart beat faster. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes, and I gasp for breath every time he pulls out, relaxing my throat and repressing my gag reflex every time he thrusts in again.
This isn’t just a blowjob.
He’s fucking my mouth—pushing me right to the edge of what I can take.
And on that knife’s edge is a kind of pleasure I’ve never experienced before. Something animalistic and raw, a deep, primal need that urges me to take my hand off his shaft and grip his ass, urging him deeper as drool and precum dribble down my chin. It’s just my mouth on him now, and he’s controlling the movements, his hips thrusting toward me as he uses his grip on my hair to hold me in place.
“Amora…”
He groans out my name as his cock swells against my tongue, and the first jet of his release hits the back of my throat. I swallow instinctively, then swallow again as more salty cum fills my mouth. He barely softens at all as the orgasm finally dies out, and I run my tongue over his slick shaft to clean him off, then wipe my chin as he slips out of my mouth. He releases his grip on my hair and grabs me by the shoulders to help me up, but he doesn’t even give me a chance to find my balance before he’s on me again.
His large hand splays across my jaw, tilting my head up at just the right angle as he drops his lips to mine for a fierce kiss.
My back hits the wall again, and as my body arches into his touch, a giddy sort of relief fills me.
It doesn’t matter that I just came, or that he did too.
We’re not done yet.
Chapter 3
We barely make it back to the hotel room Kian is staying in.
