“Don’t move,” I whisper, cupping my fingers under his shaft. I run my fingertips across the delicate, velvety skin. Kenta flinches, but stays still. I can feel him throbbing in my hand.
Glancing up at him, I drop to my knees. He sucks in a harsh breath. I lean forward and kiss the bead of arousal glistening on his tip. Heat shoots through me as I roll the heady male taste around my mouth. I didn’t expect him to taste so good.
“You’ll have to tell me if I do something you don’t like,” I say softly, flicking my tongue to lick off the next bead of moisture that pools. “I’ve never done this before.” He stiffens, surprised, and I laugh. “I know, I know. Everyone thinks I’m the next Whore of Babylon. But honestly—” I press a kiss under his shaft. “I never felt like getting on my knees for a man before.”
“I don’t think that,” he says throatily.
I glance up at him. His eyes are dark and hazing, hyper focused on me. “I know you don’t,” I whisper, then wrap my lips around him, swallowing him down as deep as I can.
The reaction is instantaneous. Kenta gasps, twitching desperately against my tongue. He feels surprisingly good in my mouth; deliciously hard and soft at the same time, like a hot iron rod wrapped in velvet. I hum happily and start to move, working my mouth up and down his length. Kenta’s whole body trembles under me. More pre-come pools on his head, and instead of licking, I suckhard.
His hands fly down to my head, fingers wrapping in my hair as his knees buckle.
“Briar—”
“Shh,” I tell him. “Stay still.” He makes a pained sound in the back of his throat. I suckle at him for the next few minutes, keeping the pressure of my lips firm. The steady, constant twitching in my mouth gets more and more desperate, and his hips start jerking under my hands.
“Briar, please, sweetheart—” Kenta’s hands trail through my hair. I glance up at him. His handsome face is tight, twisted in pleasure and agony. “Please, just…pleaselet me touch you,” he begs. A hot feeling of power floods through me, and I smile. Right now,I’mthe one in control. And it feels amazing.
I pull back slightly, so I can talk. “Tell me,” I whisper. “When you’re about to come.”
He nods slowly, his chest heaving. I keep on blowing him, swirling up and down his length as I slip one hand between my own thighs.
Kenta glances down and notices me touching myself. Apparently, that’s his breaking point. His hips buck, and he shudders all over, tugging hard at my hair.“Briar—”he cries out. “Stop! Jesus, sweetheart, I can’t—”
I pull gently back until he pops out of my mouth. His dick is glistening wet and weeping. Kenta wraps his fist tightly around the base, panting. I look up at him.
He’swrecked.His cheeks and lips are red, his loose ponytail is dishevelled, and there’s a faint sheen of sweat misting his golden chest.
“Please,” he says again, his voice low and pleading. “Let me touch you.”
I consider him for a moment, then stand up, wrap my arms around his neck, and yank his mouth to mine. He groans, kissing me back hard, his tongue plundering my mouth. I tremble against him. My whole body feels like it’s on fire. Kenta’s hand slides up my back, curling into a fist at the neck of my shirt.
“Can I take it off?”
I lift my arms, letting him wrench the shirt over my head. It crumples to the ground, and he stares silently at my exposed bra. Luckily, I’m wearing a nice one today: pink, covered with little flowers. He reaches to touch me, then stops, pulling his hand back. I can see his pulse beating in his throat. His dark eyes flick to mine, waiting.
God,I love that. Kenta is so much bigger than me, but that doesn’t matter. I have the power here. He’s only going to do what I tell him to.
“Touch them,” I say. Relief floods his face. He reaches for me again, but I catch his wrist right before his fingertips brush my skin.
“Only with your mouth,” I say quietly.
He groans, pushing his face between my breasts. I sigh as he trails his mouth all over my skin, breathing hot air against me. “AnythingIshouldn’t do?” He murmurs, nibbling at the lace on one of the cups.
“Don’t come on me. On my skin.”
“Jesus.” He presses a hot kiss between the cups, making me jolt in his arms. “I know how to read a room.”
I laugh, throwing my head back, and his smile gets even bigger. He tugs me back in for another kiss. His erection presses into my stomach, and I reach down to stroke him. Every muscle in his body tenses.
“Briar—” he starts. “Please, God, I can’t handle any more.”
There’s a creak, and then the bedroom door opens behind us. I turn and see Glen’s silhouette cutting through the light in the hallway. He clears his throat, his eyes running over the two of us.
“Thanks for joining us,” I say politely. “Your turn.”
Twenty-Two
