Page 23 of Kane's Awakening
He laid me back on the bed, and I stared up at him. My arms were behind my back, and the position was a bit uncomfortable, but my dick didn’t seem to mind. I was wearing stretchy material pajama pants, so my arousal was definitely noticeable.
“I didn’t get to fully explore you last time,” he said, grabbing the bottom of my shirt and lifting it up a fraction, exposing a few inches of my stomach. He softly trailed his fingertips along my skin, and I gave an involuntary jolt. His gaze flashed to mine. “Are you ticklish?”
Crap. Humor reflected in his green eyes as he’d asked the question.
“Uh… no?”
“How the fuck are you a lawyer?” He grinned. “You suck at lying.”
Not sure how to answer him, I just smiled and remained quiet. He’d never believe me if I said I was an honest lawyer. If I knew my client was guilty, I still did my job, but I tried to do it as fair as possible, rarely letting them walk completely free. In those instances, I contacted the opposing council and usually worked out some kind of plea bargain.
Any threats of tickling vanished as Kane studied my stomach again, moving his hands along the ridges of my abs and then down my sides before dipping into the top of my pants.
I groaned as he gripped my dick and gave a slow, teasing pull.
“I wanna taste you,” he said before licking his lips.
He pushed me farther up on the bed until just the bottom of my legs hung off, and he kneeled between them. After sliding my pants down, he gripped the base of my dick and lightly moved his lips across the tip.
I sucked in a breath. The sensations were incredible and he hadn’t even put it in his—
“Fuuuck,” I groaned as his warm mouth surrounded me. I wasn’t usually someone who cursed, but sex was the exception. When he started flicking his tongue, staring up at me with sexy, green eyes, I squirmed a bit on the mattress. I hated that my hands were still restrained. I wanted to touch him—to run my fingers through his hair as he sucked me. “K-Kane, I—”
He glided his lips farther down my length at the same time he stroked the base with his hand, and my words were cut off with a drawn-out moan.
It had been so long since someone paid that much attention to me there, and I had to force myself to calm down and not get worked up too fast.
Kane added a slight twist to his wrist as he stroked, and with his mouth still working magic on my tip, I had to clench my teeth to keep from gasping.
I went to grab him and was halted by the damn cuffs. Again.
“Please, Kane,” I said, wiggling beneath him and getting frustrated. “I want to touch you.”
“Not gonna lie. I love the way you whine.” Kane grinned, and then without breaking eye contact, he lowered his head once more and took me back in his mouth, swirling his tongue across my slit.
I closed my eyes and pressed my head back against the mattress, pushing my hips up to sink deeper into his mouth.
He didn’t deny me and continued driving me crazy with his tongue. With the added pressure he made by cupping my balls with his free hand, plus the stroking of my length in time with the bobbing of his head, I was coming apart, and fast.
Just as I was about to come, he pulled off, and I looked at him with pleading eyes.
My dick bobbed by his chin, and he nudged it with his nose, smiling when I growled. The man was too gorgeous, too. The way his green eyes held my gaze with mischievousness shining in them was so freaking hot. Ever so slowly, he flicked the tip with his tongue, and then gave me another slow pull. He placed me between his lips again and glided them down my shaft.
I gasped as his heat surrounded me, and I moved my hips up to seek more of what he offered. But he pulled off.
“You’re not playing fair,” I said through gritted teeth.
The ache—but pleasure—was intense. Being right on the brink of orgasm, stopping, and then being teased was a special kind of torture, but one I wouldn’t mind more of.
“As much as I want to keep this up, I want your hands all over me,” Kane said before getting off his knees and taking a place behind me on the bed. His hands smoothed across my biceps and then trailed to my sides. “Lift up so I can take these off.”
I did as he said to give him better access to the cuffs. In no time, he unlocked them and tossed them aside.
Then his lips were on my neck, placing kisses there and moving to my nape. Chills spread along my arms and legs at the contact, and I leaned my head back to rest on his. He discarded my shirt with ease and threw it to the floor with the cuffs.
His hands roamed my chest, and I nearly shot off the bed when he pinched my nipples.
Nipples were an untouched area during sex for me, not ever having any past partners pay them attention. But dammit. Sparks shot through me when he did it.
