The lust pulsating beneath my skin was electric as his tongue swiped against my bottom lip. I was brought right back to our first kiss in the middle of the grimy college house surrounded by a crowd of drunks and hecklers. There was a lot familiar about how he kissed me now, but there was also plenty new. The want radiating from him in a blatant, confident way. The strong hands wrapping around my waist. The deep, rumbly moan that I swallowed up so that I wouldn’t share it with the air around us.
I turned my head to the side, breaking the kiss.
“Tell me to stop.” His breath pulsed against my cheek as he slid his leg between my thighs. I clamped my mouth shut so that the gasp that threatened to come out stayed in.
This was a mistake. A big one. But it also felt too fucking good, and when I tried to force the word stop out of my mouth, nothing came.
Kaz waited for a few heartbeats, as if giving me time to consider it. When I remained silent, he dragged his fingertips from my hip, up my ribs, and paused right over my breast. When his fingers dipped into my top and clamped around my nipple, I couldn’t hold back my moan.
He shuddered at the sound, his eyes growing hazy. And then he jerked my neckline down, exposing me to him.
We both looked down at my bared breasts. We both watched as he curled his warm palms around them. It was obscene to do this here with him, with Mason and the party raging just one wall away from us, but the obscenity added to the allure.
My head tipped back, and Kaz twisted my nipples, making my eyes squeeze shut in pleasure.
“I like when you look like this,” he said hoarsely.
“Like what?” I asked as I tried to grind myself against his leg.
“Undone.”
I opened my eyes so that I could see him while I gave in to the desire I’d been trying so hard to fight. Some part of me had expected him to look smug at my unravelling—I was humping his leg like a puppy—but there was none of that in his expression. Instead, there was heated desire and a surprising tenderness that made me weak in the knees.
He dragged his hand down to the curve of my ass and gave it a firm squeeze. “Turn around and hold on to the rail.”
I could feel my pulse in my throat as I obeyed his command. He moved one hand to fist my hair. His other palm slid from my ass to my upper thigh, and then he hiked my dress up to my waist.
I arched my spine when he pulled my head back, his grip tight in my hair. “Are you watching him?” he rasped into my ear, pushing my panties down. “I want you to watch him.”
I blinked a few times, as if that could somehow separate the shame and the arousal and make any of this make sense. It didn’t. As my half-lidded gaze found Mason in the shadows, and Kaz’s fingers traced a path down to my clit, I felt as lost as ever.
But I was also alive.
My blood surged, my skin burned, and my clit pulsated with a heartbeat of its own. I moaned when Kaz dipped his fingers inside of me. “Fuck.”
He pumped into me once, twice, then he pulled his fingers out. “I want to taste you.”
He kneeled behind me, helped me step out of my underwear, and spread my thighs apart with his hands.
When his tongue pressed against my clit, I let out an undignified groan. “Kaz, oh my God.”
“Keep your eyes open.”
It was becoming difficult to do so. My eyes wanted to roll to the back of my head as he licked and sucked and made me shiver with pleasure. Still, I obeyed his command.
Mason was also close. I could tell it by the way his eyes were shut tightly, his expression taut with tension. A rough gasp tore past my throat as Kaz once again penetrated me with his fingers. His tongue moved up higher.
He was licking methere.“Kaz, what are you—”
“Keep watching, baby girl.”
His fingers moved to rub circles around my clit, and I began to shake everywhere. I leaned over the bar, using it to support myself while liquid heat was spreading through my core. This was fucked up. This was so wrong. I was going to go to hell for this.
And in the moment, I didn’t give a damn.
Mason and I came at the same time. I let out a sob as pleasure erupted across every inch on my body, my muscles finally giving up on me. Kaz stood up and caught me before I could fall, his strong arms encircling my waist, his hard chest against my back. He was so solid, and I was so weak. The contrast was dizzying.
“Fuck, I like having my tongue inside of you,” he murmured into my ear. “I think I could spend a long time buried between your legs.”
