“You’re beautiful when you cry. I hate it, and yet, long to be the one you run to.”
I sat back and we stared at each other before leaning in and pressing our lips to each others. One kiss turned to another, and Kansas was shifting closer, pressing me into the couch. I tasted beer on his tongue and inhaled his cologne. It was so familiar, so safe, so sexy.
He slid me down the couch and moved on top of me. The strength of his desire pressed against my thigh, and my body responded in kind.
“Last time was too quick. I want to take my time with you.”
He lifted me bridal-style, and I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his face to me. Passion filled the kiss, and when he pulled away, his green eyes were full of determination. He started toward the stairs.“You’re not going to be able to think about anything but how good I make you feel tonight.”
Rule 58 - Eisley
Begging can work, sometimes.
Kansas peppered kisses on my neck and shoulders as he took me up the stairs. “God, you make me so incredibly hard,” he murmured. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“Yeah?” I giggled. The stubble on his jaw tickled my neck. “You’re not mad that I made you wait?”He paused at the top of the stairs. A low growl came from his throat.
“Virginity is just a concept. I don’t give a shit who's been inside you. I only care about the cock going in relatively soon.”My tummy fluttered as he shoved his tongue down my throat and continued to my room. He laid me on the bed. “Two of us taking turns isn’t enough for you?”
“What?” I looked at him in confusion and then followed his eyes to the vibrator resting out in the open on the nightstand. I covered my face in embarrassment. “That’s not mine.”
“It’s not?” He smirked.
“I mean, it is, but it was a gift.” I swallowed. “Constantine…”
“He likes his toys, doesn’t he?” he said and then dismissed it with a shake of his head. He slid over me and began kissing me again. “I don’t need toys to have a good time with you.”
Kansas lifted my dress just under my breasts and ran his tongue down my belly, swirling around my navel. He cupped my panties, his tongue running over the lace fabric, up my folds, to where my clit hid. I moaned as an ache grew inside me.
“You teased me for years.” He licked my panties again. “Only letting me get close, but no further. I’m not mad you waited for Constantine to have his little cherry-popping moment, but fuck, I wish I could have been the first to make you come.”His fingers ran up and down my slit above my panties. “I worried for a while that you’d stay a virgin forever.”
“I’m sorry,” I gasped as he teased the edge of my fabric. “But I’m not anymore. I wanted to. I wanted you just as much as you wanted me. I just—”
“I know.” He urged my hips up and slid my panties down to my knees. Gently, he pushed my thighs apart. “The Minister said a lot of fucked up shit, but making you think you had to save yourself was probably one of the more sinister things he did.”
Kansas spread my folds, and I looked up to see him grinning. “You’ve got a beautiful pussy, Eisley. I’m going to taste it now, and I’m not stopping until your legs are shaking.”My heart hammered as Kansas moved closer and his tongue came into contact with my wetness.
I fell back onto my pillows and reached for his hair, fisting it in my grip, pushing him deeper into me. He chuckled and kissed me, taking more of my body into his mouth.
“Holy shit,” I gasped as he continued his beautiful assault on my pussy.
“Having fun, princess?” He paused, coming up for air. “Or do you want me to stop?”
I shook my head.
“No, don’t stop,” I panted. “Keep going.”
He shifted, and a finger slid into my entrance.I couldn’t help my response to his touch. I bucked my hips, and with his empty hand, he squeezed my thigh.
"Calm down, princess. We’ve got a long night ahead of us.”
“I’m ready,” I gasped. “I’m close.” I reached for his hair again, and he took that as a cue to focus on my clit, sucking it deep into his mouth.I cried out as my body erupted. I stiffened, and Kansas continued sucking and fucking me with his finger. I reveled in the waves of hot pleasure, and when I started to come down, I tried to push him away, but he refused.
“What did I tell you?” He chuckled. “Legs shaking.” He dove in again, slower, coaxing another softer, but powerful orgasm from me. WhenI begged him to let me go, he whispered, “I never thought I’d hear you begging for me to stop like that.”
He unbuckled his pants and stood, quickly undressing. I sat up on the bed and did the same. I wanted to feel him bare against me.
I stared at his body, ignoring the Y shaped scars. I’d seen most of it before, thick arms, covered in patchwork tattoos. Broad shoulders and large muscles lining his stomach. My eyes trailed down, and my heart sped up at the sight of his cock. Thick, rigid, and long, my mouth began to water at the knowledge of what he was about to do with it, with me.
