“Do you know how good you taste?”
“Kaden … please.”
“Please what?”
“Lick me.”
Yeah, there was no resisting that, so he did as she requested. He dragged his tongue from her slick entrance to her clit, back down again, swirling around her opening, dipping inside. He teased her lightly, never giving her quite enough, loving the moans and groans, the way her fingernails dug into his shoulders as though that might make him give her what she needed.
Using his thumbs, he fondled her labia, holding her open while he tongue-fucked her. She tasted like ambrosia and he knew she would become his addiction. Maybe she already was and that was why he couldn’t stop thinking about her.
When she began a rhythmic rocking against his tongue, he switched, circling her clit, sucking her into his mouth, flicking the tiny bundle of nerves. He could feel it pulsing, knew she was close. He didn’t push her over the edge, instead maintaining a steady pace, wanting to prolong her pleasure for as long as possible.
She appeared to have other plans, because her fingers twined in his hair, jerking him forward as she ground her clit against his mouth. She came with a shudder and a beautiful cry, her body trembling. He wanted to make her come again, but the hand in his hair tugged, urging him back up her body. Kaden moved, finding her mouth with his, sealing their lips, letting her taste her sweet essence on his tongue.
“My turn,” she whispered. “I want to taste you, too.”
Kaden lifted his head, again shocked by her boldness but not disappointed.
He lingered a little longer at her mouth before forcing himself to his feet. With her help, his clothes disappeared and then she pushed him back down to the couch. To make room, he shoved her coffee table out of the way with his foot, allowing space for her to go to her knees between his legs.
And then Kaden was captivated, completely enthralled as Bristol took his cock in her small hand, fisting him despite the fact her fingers didn’t quite touch. There was no hesitation on her part when she lapped at the precum pooling at the tip, her tongue dancing over the head, gliding down his shaft. She worked him like a pro, but he sensed her vulnerability. She was attempting to assume to know what he enjoyed, and she was nailing it perfectly, but he could tell she wasn’t as sure of herself as she pretended.
That was one of many things he loved about her. Yes, he was getting used to this bold version of her, but being able to sense his Bristol beneath that sexy new facade eased the tension he hadn’t realized had been growing inside him. As much as he loved this wild side, there was no denying it was her softer, sweeter side he’d always been drawn to.
Kaden let his palm rest on her head, urging her to take more of him but not forcing her. “Such a sweet mouth,” he mumbled, wanting to encourage her. “God, yes, Bristol. Baby … ahh … take more of me.”
She did, going down on him until he felt the head bump the back of her throat. It sent an electric spark through him, but he managed to stave off his release.
“You’re gonna make me come,” he warned, forgetting all about his eagerness to fuck her beautiful tits. “Keep it up, sweet girl, I’m gonna come down your throat.”
She moaned, and it sounded a hell of a lot like encouragement.
“Is that what you want?” His fingers tightened in her hair. “You want me to come in your mouth?”
She nodded, never slowing as she began bobbing up and down, her small hand fisted around the base as she stroked in time with the exquisite suction of her mouth. Then her hand did this gentle twisting thing around his cock and he saw stars.
“Oh, fuck…” Kaden grunted, his back pressing into the couch, his hips thrusting forward.
He came so hard he felt the throbbing in his forehead.
*
“All right, little dudes, your parents are gonna be home soon,” Keegan informed the two boys currently hiding out in the blanket fort they’d built in the living room.
Well, technically, Keegan was the one who’d built it, and it was some damn fine architecture if he did say so himself. Clean lines done in maroon and cream cotton (a couple of throw blankets), awesome wood base (made from kitchen chairs, of course) and the most comfortable floor he’d ever sat on (pillows from the couch). Granted, he doubted Kennedy would be all that happy to see her many couch cushions, as well as a couple from her bed, being used as floors and walls in their imaginary kingdom. Never mind the fact that Buster, the family’s cocker spaniel, had taken a liking to the fort, curling up inside and taking a nap.
“We don’t wanna come out!” Brody shouted.
Being that he was two, Keegan had expected such a response.
“Hey, Matthew, you think you can help me here?” Keegan asked, keeping his tone level. “I was thinkin’ maybe we could do somethin’ really cool for your mom and dad.”
One head peeked out, then the other.
“What did you wanna do?” Matthew asked.
Having just had his fourth birthday a couple of months ago, Matthew was a little easier to reason with. And Keegan had learned that Brody tended to do exactly as his older brother did.
