I ran one hand up his thigh to grip the base, then raised my head to circle my lips around him. Despite Aster’s many attempts to convince me, I hadn’t been sure someone else’s cum would taste all that good. I’d have to send my bestie a gift basket as an apology for doubting him.
I kind of lost myself as I lapped at the fluid steadily pumping from Kit’s dick. I licked and took him across my tongue. His precum was salty, but nothing like the sad scent of the air when I’d arrived home. This was pure pleasure, sharp and true.
Kit’s hips hitched in restless jolts, each movement sending him further across my tongue. One of his hands threaded into my hair, while the other scrabbled along his thigh until his fingers met mine.
I grinned around him as our fingers entwined. I loved the closeness I felt to Kit as his dick slipped over my tongue andstretched my lips. I loved that I had this part of him now, could add it to all the brilliant things we did together.
His fingers tightened. ‘I’m going to come.’
I had a split second of indecision, before I decided to stay where I was. A moment later, Kit’s dick kicked and hot salt flooded my mouth.
He moaned, his fingers curling in my hair, before he collapsed onto the sofa as though all his strings had been cut.
Careful to keep his come on my tongue, I eased off his softening dick.
He blinked at me, then loosened the hand in my hair to reach under the coffee table. He held out a tissue.
‘Spit,’ he urged.
I obeyed, then grabbed another tissue to wipe my chin. ‘Sorry. That wasn’t very sexy. It wasn’t that I didn’t like it, but it was just suddenly there and it was a lot and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to swallow or not.’
Kit took the damp tissues and placed them on the floor. He threaded his fingers through my hair and smiled in a way that I hoped was fond rather than tolerant.
‘My ego isn’t going to take even the smallest dent if you never want to swallow,’ he murmured. ‘I don’t ever want you to do something you don’t want to.’
Reluctantly, I pulled his pyjama bottoms up over his dick. I would have liked to have kept it out, to rest my cheek against it and take a nap, but I wasn’t sure Kit would want that. I contented myself with wiggling back up his body and settling across his chest. His arms wrapped around me, his legs strong either side of mine.
‘I’ll try swallowing next time,’ I said. ‘I liked the taste of it, but I wasn’t expecting there to be so much.’
‘You can give it a go.’ One of Kit’s hands moved in lazy patterns through my hair. ‘But I honestly won’t care if you don’t like it.’
All of my new werewolf senses were helpful, but the most beneficial right this second was being able to zero in on Kit’s heartbeat. It didn’t skip or stutter.
‘Shall I return the favour?’ he murmured.
I glanced up at him and grinned. His eyes were half-lidded, like he was already halfway asleep.
My dick was hard, pressing into the sofa cushion beneath us, but it didn’t require urgent attention.
I nuzzled into Kit’s chest. ‘Not now. Let’s rest for a bit.’
He wrapped one hand around the back of my neck, the other resting on my lower back. ‘A tiny nap, then it’s puzzle time.’
I smiled. ‘Sounds perfect.’
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
KIT
The look on Lucas’s face a couple of hours later when I set our half-completed puzzle aside and slid to the floor between his legs was one I was determined to make reappear as often as possible. He was reduced to babbling incoherency as I licked and sucked. His eyes widened when I spat into a tissue after he came. I wanted to show him someone spitting after a blowjob wasn’t the big turn off he seemed sure it was.
He surged forward, his tongue questing into my mouth. After long minutes of kissing, his movements calmed. His eyes only half opened when I pulled back.
‘Bed time?’ I stood, tugging him with me. He fell into my arms in a hug that felt more like I was propping him up than truly embracing him. ‘Do you want to sleep in my bed?’
He leaned back to beam at me. ‘Yes. Let’s do that. You and me in a bed. Please.’
He bounded up the stairs, pulling me behind him. He didn’t let go of my hand while we brushed our teeth side by side, only stepped away so that we could each take some time in thebathroom alone before we snuggled beneath the mountain of blankets on my bed.
