Page 34 of Klutch's Kryptonite

I thread my fingers through her hair, pulling her up for another kiss.

She gave herself to me and I’m never letting her go.

Chapter Ten

Demi

“I’m not a whore,” I blurt out, suddenly feeling exposed as Klutch’s eyes roam over my naked body. Heat rushes to my cheeks as the reality of what we just did crashes over me.

Klutch laughs, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. I narrow my eyes at him, mortified that he finds my embarrassment amusing.

“Think I know that, baby. I popped your cherry,” he says with a smirk.

I gasp, my mouth falling open. I know he did not just say that. “You can’t just?—”

My protest dies as his lips crash against mine, swallowing my words. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, and just like that, I’m melting again. God, how does he do this to me? One minute I’m ready to tell him off, and the next I’m putty in his hands.

Before I can gather my scattered thoughts, he scoops me up like I weigh nothing. I squeak in surprise, my arms looping around his neck as he carries me into his bathroom.

“What are you doing?” I squeak again when my ass hits the cold granite countertop.

He doesn’t answer, just reaches into the shower and turns on the water. Steam starts to fill the small bathroom as he adjusts the temperature, his muscled back flexing with every move he makes. The sight of all those tattoos covering his skin makes my mouth go dry.

When he turns back to me, his eyes are dark and hungry. “Ready for round two?”

“I don’t think I can—” I start, but he’s already lifting me again. He steps into the shower with me in his arms, then slowly lets my body slide down his. I feel every hard inch of him against me, including his already hardening length pressing against my belly.

“Klutch,” I breathe as the warm water cascades over us.

“Let me take care of you, Blue,” he murmurs, reaching for his body wash on the shower rail.

I watch as he squeezes some into his palm, then begins to lather it across my shoulders, my chest, my breasts. His touch is gentle, almost reverent as his soapy hands glide over my skin. I close my eyes and lean into him, savoring the sensation of his hands on my body.

“Turn around,” he croaks, just as affected by what he’s doing as I am.

I obey, and his hands move to my back, my shoulders, down to my waist and the curve of my bottom. He kneels behind me, washing my legs, my calves, my feet. There’s something intensely intimate about being washed like this, almost more intimate than the sex we just had.

When he stands again, I take the body wash from him. “My turn.”

A smile plays at the corners of his mouth as he watches me pour the soap into my hands. I start at his chest, my fingerstracing the designs inked into his skin. A crown over his heart. The Grim Reaper on his ribs. Words in what looks like Spanish curling around his shoulder.

“What does this say?” I ask, tracing the lettering.

“Family above all,” he translates. “Got it with my dad when I turned eighteen.”

I nod, continuing my exploration of his body. My hands move lower, over the ridges of his abs, the sharp cut of his hip bones. When my soapy hands smooth over his now fully erect cock, he hisses through his teeth.

An idea forms in my mind. I’ve never done this before, but I’ve heard enough from McKenna to know the basics. Before I can talk myself out of it, I drop to my knees in front of him.

“Oh fuck,” he groans, his voice strained.

I look up at him through the spray of the shower. “Show me how.”

His eyes darken at my words. He wraps his hand around himself, guiding the tip to my lips. “Open,” he commands.

I part my lips, and he slides just the head of his cock into my mouth. It feels strange at first, the weight of him on my tongue, but it’s not unpleasant.

“That’s it,” he encourages, his free hand tangling in my wet hair. “Now take a little more.”

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