Page 22 of On Your Knees

“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” I call as I walk down a long hallway.

“Ticktock, Pocket Rocket. The thought of your parted lips around my cock is making me hard. You have two minutes.”

His voice comes from the right, but I know this part of the house is a dead end, so I cut left. As I round a corner, I spot him with his back turned to me, and I lurch back. I quietly lay my bat against a wall, then drop to my hands and knees, crawling toward where he is waiting. Once I’m directly behind him, I pop up to my feet and launch myself onto his back. In no world am I strong enough to overpower someone his size, so our agreement was for me to touch him to win.

“Caught you,” I whisper against the shell of his ear. “And now you are going to get on your knees for me.”

“It would be my pleasure.”

I chuckle as he walks us toward the kitchen and places me on the counter. He opens the refrigerator and pulls out a bottle of water, taking a large mouthful, then hands it to me.

Sliding my mask up, I take a sip and place the bottle beside me. Zeland moves my legs apart and steps between them, then sets his hands firmly on the counter beside me, caging me in. My breath catches as his body presses closer, heat rolling off him in waves. His dark eyes flick to my lips, and the air between us turns electric. It’s so thick with sexual tension, I swear I can taste it. My pulse pounds when he leans in, his breath teasing my skin, and the anticipation stretches unbearably tight. Just as his lips are about to claim mine, I twist away, my breath shaky and my heart racing.

His exhale is sharp, frustrated, but when I meet his gaze, there’s a promise in it—this isn’t over.

But he doesn’t know what I have in store for him.

Sliding my mask back on, I bring my legs up on the counter, thanking my lucky stars I’m flexible for someone who is allergic to the gym. As I spread my legs, he smirks. “While I wanted to see you on your knees, I think that beautiful face between my legs eating my pussy might be better.”

The fact that Ridge might be watching us has me so wet. I can feel my arousal in a way I never have before, and I can one hundred percent add being watched to my kink list. I don’t know if it’s just the uptight asshole sitting upstairs in his room who gets this reaction from me, or if it’s anyone.

Zeland pushes my body back a little, and I lean back onto the counter more. Thank you, Mr. Wealthy, for these super large counters that serve no real purpose—at least not until now.

He reaches beneath my tutu, hooking his fingers into the waist of my underwear and dragging them at a torturously slow pace down my legs. Once he removes them, he tucks them into the pocket of his sweats.

“This is all I have thought about since the day we met,” he growls out, gazing up at me, his eyes darkening with lust.

His finger traces the shape of my pussy before he dips it inside. I watch avidly as he pulls it back out and brings it to his lips, sliding it into his mouth.

“I could drown in your taste,” he rasps after sucking on his finger. My breath hitches as he leans in, and I feel the warmth of his words against my bare pussy. “So fucking perfect.”

I feel him inhale, followed by the first swipe of his tongue; it has a moan falling from my lips as my head tips back. The wig I’m wearing is itchy, but I can’t be bothered taking it off.

Zeland hooks his arms around my legs and spreads me wider, licking and sucking my pussy lips into his mouth. As cliché as it sounds, no one has eaten my pussy like this before. Never have my legs trembled this hard, nor have I felt the need to thrust into someone’s face, but I want him closer. I spear my fingers into his blonde locks and pushmy hips upward.

“Fuck you eat pussy so well. If you want to drown in it, your wish is my command for being such a good boy.”

He growls against me and the vibrations have me grinding harder. I lift my ass from the counter, and he focuses more on my clit as I tremble, struggling to hold myself up.

“Oh fuck!” I cry out. “I’m going to come. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

It is almost like an out-of-body experience—my core clenches, my body trembles, and the instant it hits, my toes curl. Then my body relaxes as waves of pure bliss wash over me.

“Zeland!” I gasp out as I come down from my high.

He pops up from between my legs, leaning over me and caging me between his arms. After removing my mask, he smashes his lips to mine. The taste of my arousal coats his face as our tongues fight for dominance. I’m supposed to be in control, not him, but I lose the fight fair and square as he pulls the wig from my head and drops it to the floor. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he moves us away from the counter. He pulls back from the kiss, leaving me panting.

“Are you on birth control?”

I nod, like a fucking idiot—I know we shouldn’t do this. I never fuck bare because it’s not worth the risk, but all sense has left the chat. As soon as I nod, Zeland lifts me, and the tip of his cock pushes inside me. His girth stretches me, and the slight burn between my legs has me wanting more.

“Fuck,” he whispers as my back pushes into thefridge, the contents inside rattling as he fucks me hard against the cool surface. “You’re so fucking tight.”

He leans down, pressing his lips to mine as he thrusts inside me, our writhing bodies pressing tight together.

I pull back, remembering the cameras. “Shit, maybe we should take this upstairs. Ridge told me I have to masturbate in private, and I think that also applies to fucking.”

Zeland laughs. “He can watch all he wants.” With a raised voice, he adds, “Come down and suck her pussy from my lips, I dare you.”

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