Twist the Knife (Lost Kings MC #24)

He grabs my face and smashes his lips to mine, kissing me deeply before breaking away. “Yes. I needed to kiss you.”

“Oh.” Heat fans across my skin.

I shuffle closer, my breasts grazing his thighs. He leans back on his hands and lifts his chin. I’m distracted by his ab muscles rippling as he casually waits.

“Go ahead. I’ll give you instructions as needed.”

“Hmmm.” I wrap my hands around him. “But I requested formal training, Professor Orgasm.”

He lets out a low, rough laugh. “What?”

“You heard me.” I increase the pressure and he hisses.

“Use your tongue,” he urges.

“Where?” I sneak down and tease the tip of my tongue against his thigh. “Here?” I dart a quick lick against his other one.

His stomach muscles flex and ripple as he struggles between laughing and panting. “No.”

I catch his eye and stick my tongue out, taking a long, slow, deliberate lick along the underside of his cock, from root to tip.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans and closes his eyes.

“Here?” I ask innocently.

His eyes slowly open and he stares down at me. “Now you’ve got it.”

I tease my tongue over him again, then suck him into my mouth.

“Yes,” he groans and rests one hand on my shoulder. “That’s my girl.”

Encouraged, I take more and more of him, until I cough and gag, then retreat.

“Easy.” He reaches for my breast, teasing and lightly pinching my nipple.

I alternate between sucking and licking. Taking as much of him as I can then only concentrating on the head of his cock and the very sensitive spot at the tip. His shaky breathing and rocking hips give me all the instruction I need.

He snakes his other arm between us and kneads my breasts. Bolts of pleasure dance from my nipples to my clit. Between his attention to my body and his whispered affirmations of “just like that” and “good girl” my body’s humming with need.

I slip one hand between my legs and touch myself.

“Fuck yes,” he whispers excitedly. “Play with your clit for me. Do you like sucking my cock?”

I try to nod but end up whimpering something I hope he understands as very much.

His body pulls tight and his hips move faster. Is he close? A flutter of nerves skitters over me. I don’t want to choke if he comes in my mouth. Suddenly, that’s all I can think about. My hand between my legs stops moving. The one on his cock slows.

“Keep rubbing your clit,” he whispers urgently. “Make yourself come for me. Please.”

Oh my God, how does please sound like a demand coming from his mouth? Now I have to do what he asks.

“Good girl.” He plumps my breasts and presses them together. “I love your fucking breasts. So beautiful. Will you let me come on them?”

My eyes pop open.

“Yeah.” He nods quickly, his face flushed, eyes feral with need. “Come closer. Give me those tits.”

A hot shock of desire drowns out all sound for a moment. I swirl my tongue down his length once more, then release him and press myself closer.