Page 63 of The Kings of Kearny

He slid between my thighs. “No, you shut up.”

I laughed and wrapped my legs around him, trying to pull him closer. I liked this playful side of Jakob.

His big hand landed on my mouth, smothering my laughter, and his gaze cut right, toward the door. “Seriously, Krista,” he said, voice low.

I caught it then, the sound of life outside this bedroom. Conversation floated up from downstairs. Somewhere nearby, a washing machine kicked into spin cycle. Right. This wasn’t his apartment. We weren’t alone.

I gently bit his palm, and he lifted his hand away.

“I can be quiet,” I said.

His answering grin was a dark thing. “We’ll see about that.”

He braced his elbows on either side of my head and shifted his hips forward, running the hard length of his dick over my sex. I swallowed the moan that threatened. God, that felt good. Too good for there to be many layers between us. I craned my head up to look, and sure enough, Jakob wasn’t wearing boxers.

“How’s the leg?” he asked, rolling his hips again.

I dropped my head back to the pillow. Pleasure coursed through me, making it hard to focus on his words. “It’s fine,” I said.

And it was. I’d taken a muscle relaxer in the car, and between that and the ten hours of sleep I must have gotten, the pain from last night had faded into the familiar morning stiffness I was used to. The friction of Jakob’s dick sliding over my clit made my core clench, and my mounting arousal drove any lingering discomfort to the background.

“Do that again,” I told him.

He thrust his hips against mine and dropped his head, trailing a line of kisses over my cheek. I turned my face away, giving him better access, and he kept going, the pressure of his hips disappearing as he kissed his way lower, down my neck, and then along my collarbone. If I’d been in this position with anyone else, I would have wanted some slow, sleepy sex and then maybe another nap at the end. But this was Jakob. His kisses weren’t soft. They weren’t sleepy or gentle. Despite the need to be quiet, he branded my skin in a way that forced me to clench my teeth and take deep, harsh breaths through my nose. Five minutes ago, I’d been asleep, and now I was so turned on that I could feel the slickness of my arousal coating my panties.

Across from us, the bedroom’s sleek wall A/C unit whirred to life, and my nipples puckered as cool air rushed over me. Jakob dropped his head and dragged a nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it. I bunched the sheets in my fists and arched into him. My nipples had always been sensitive. If he kept lathing at me like this, the next gentle brush against my clit might totally undo me.

He moved from one breast to the other, his hands cupping them, the heat of his palms driving away the chill of the A/C. While his tongue worked one nipple, the fingers of his free hand bumped over the other, keeping me hyperstimulated. I could feel myself getting fuller, softer, my body making itself ready for him. Heat gathered in my core. My inner walls pulsed in time with my heartbeat, an aching reminder that I was still empty. I felt almost bereft without him filling me up—that’s how desperate he made me.

I knew some of this desperation was residual from yesterday. He got me off while driving, but instead of acting as the release I needed, it only served to wind me tighter. We were both fully clothed. We barely touched each other the rest of the day. I was forced to stare at his wide shoulders, covered up by his jacket, his firm ass, hidden by his jeans, for hours on end. The sight of him now, fully naked as he worshipped my body, absolutely destroyed me.

“Jakob,” I whispered.

He must have heard the need in my voice, because he dropped a hand to my hip and started tugging my underwear off. His lips disappeared from my nipple, and I nearly cried out at their loss. He moved lower, pausing over my belly to suck in a breath through his nose. A low sound of approval, almost like a purr, rumbled up out of his chest as he looked up at me. “I cansmellhow much you want me.”

So could I. With the breeze from the A/C unit still blowing over us, the musky scent of my arousal was undeniable. He pulled in another deep breath, rib cage expanding between my thighs, and then moved lower still. His hands hit my knees, pushing them wide, spreading me for him. The look of open possession on his face as he stared down at my pussy made me absolutely wild for him.

“Jakob,” I said, harsher this time.

I caught sight of the dark edge of a grin as he dipped forward. He didn’t tease me. He didn’t take his time. Instead, he speared his tongue straight into me. I arched up off the bed, gasping. The man must have been ravenous, because he ate me out with such intense focus that I was soon left panting. But if I had a small, sadistic side, then Jakob had me beat. Instead of giving me the release I so desperately needed, he studiously ignored my clit and continued to tongue my pussy, spinning me higher and higher.

I shifted my hips, trying to tell him what I wanted with my body. He let out a low growl against my wet flesh and pulled my legs over his shoulders. Then he hooked his heavy arms around my thighs and across my waist, effectively pinning me in place. The message was clear: he knew what I wanted, and he’d get to it when he was damn well ready. Until then, he planned to take his time devouring me.

I might have been pissed if I wasn’t so worried that I was about to have a heart attack. Being this turned on for this length of time without release couldn’t possibly be good for my health in the long run. My breaths came in shallow gasps. My pulse pounded through my body like a runaway train. Deep inside, my muscles clenched over and over again, begging for something to hold on to.

He slicked his tongue into me while I strained against his grip. He was going to have bruises from where my heels dug into his back, searching for some kind of purchase, but if anything, my desperation only seemed to encourage him. A low rumble came from the back of his throat. His mouth shuddered over my fevered flesh, and I realized he was laughing at me.

Now it was my turn to growl at him. I was going to murder the man if he didn’t get me off soon.

Actually... as much as it killed me to admit it, I sort of liked that he pushed my buttons. I liked that he continuously taunted me, even now, during foreplay. I wouldn’t be so unbearably turned on if I didn’t. Whatever this was between us, it was twisted, and God help me, I kind of loved it. In the back of my mind, I was already thinking up ways to pay him back for this. Ways that involved silk ties and delayed satisfaction and—Oh my god, what did he just do with his tongue?

He shifted the angle of his mouth, tonguing me like that again, his nose nuzzling against my clit in a way that had stars bursting behind my closed eyelids.

“So impatient,” he murmured into me.

“Sadist,” I hiss-whispered.

He chuckled again and dropped a kiss on the one part of my anatomy that I’d been desperate for him to touch. I sucked in a sharp breath, a fine tremble running through my limbs. This was it. He was finally going to give me what I needed.

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