TWENTY-EIGHT
hawk
We randown the exit stairs on our way out of the Garden, and I dragged Kendra to where my driver waited. I flung open the door and practically shoved her inside. The biting January wind only enhanced the excitement of the night.
I pressed the privacy shield and pulled her to my side.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Kendra.”
Her mouth was on mine again, hot and furious as she licked, sucked, and bit at my lip. Her hand slipped inside my jacket and crawled up my chest.
“Do you know how hard it was to sit across from you and not touch you?”
I chuckled. “Yeah, babe. I think I do. I’m so fucking keyed up, I’m gonna need to pregame.”
She pulled away so I could see the wicked grin on her face. “Oh, I’m so down with that. How much time do I have?”
The traffic was worse than usual. “At least fifteenminutes?—”
She wasted no time; her hand went to my belt, and it was undone in seconds. I about lost my mind when she dropped to her knees on the SUV floor and put her hair up. I shifted my hips and watched as she pulled my painfully hard cock out of my briefs.
“I have been thinking about tasting you all day.” She grasped the base of my cock, running her tongue up the underside and then swirling around my thick, swollen head.
“Fuck.”
“You like?”
I nodded like a goddamn fool. She spit on her hand, and I groaned as she worked the shaft a couple of times before her hot, silky mouth took me deep. She moaned around me; the sound vibrating through me as she worked her fist and mouth in tandem. I reached for her ponytail. Yanking it back so I could watch her face. Those soft blue eyes had turned icy hot.
When her free hand cupped my balls, I hissed. “I’m gonna cum.” I shouted in warning. My warning met with excitement as she picked up the pace, giving me the green light. When I came, she pulled back, opening her mouth as my cum pooled on her tongue. She swallowed everything I gave her before wiping the corner of her mouth.
I stared at her in wonder. “You liked that?”
“I fucking loved that.”
I dragged her from her knees onto my lap. My cock was limp and spent on my stomach as I took her mouth. Tasting myself on her lips, she rocked against me, seeking friction as I felt the car pull to a stop.
“We’re home.”
Her eyes flashed with excitement. “As much as I love road head, I think we can have more fun in a bed.”
She was out the door, and I was left literally with my dick in my hand as I rushed to zip my jeans and make myself presentable. She walked through the building as if she owned the place, and I felt like maybe she already owned me.
I nodded to the doorman, and his eyes followed us as we rushed into the elevator. I couldn’t care less what anyone thought tonight. She pressed the penthouse button and scanned the keycard I had given her.
“Am I not moving fast enough for you?” I smirked. Her impatience was endearing and just about enough to make my dick wake back up.
“You could say that. I wanted you before, but now that I’ve tasted you, I want you all over me, on me, and inside me.”
Her hand shook with need, and the momentary reprieve I had from the best blow job of my life was gone. My cock was once again thick in my jeans. I hoped to God that after pre-gaming, I’d be able to last long enough for her, because I doubted Kendra would be one and done.
When we got inside my apartment, she found the controls for the fireplaces and turned them up. I watched her make herself comfortable in my space and take total control. I dropped my jacket on the bench by the door and slipped off my shoes. She’d left a trail of her jacket, shoes, and heavy sweater on my floor. Her light, long-sleeved shirt clung to her breasts; her nipples poked through the fabric.
Those fucking nipples had been tormenting me for months. Tonight they were mine.
“Are you stopping there?” I asked and leaned into the wall by the entryway.
“Nowhere close to stopping. I’m not planning to wear clothes for the rest of the night, and someone likes to keep his house freezing. I figured my mouth can be a lot more fun if it’s not busy complaining about being cold.”
