Page 16 of Puck Me Harder

Then he pushes himself forward, closing the gap between our mouths.

Kai’s lips trace hot fire against mine. There’s a slight graze of stubble as his mouth opens against mine, a burn that only makes me want him more. I grab his face, hands on either side of his face as I pull him harder against me.

He doesn't get up, doesn’t move an inch. Following all my rules, letting me be fully in control. It’s completely different from our first kiss, or the sauna, or any kiss that’s ever come before in history. He took what he wanted then, but now he’s showing patience and restraint I didn’t know men like him could possess.

It makes him even hotter, and I didn’t think that was possible.

“Slide closer. Straddle my thigh,” he tells me, breaking our kiss to whisper the words before reclaiming my lips, sucking the bottom one gently. “That’s it. Just like before.”

Sparks fly up and down my spine at the sensation, and I moan against him.

I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it. I follow his instructions, letting my weight grind my aching pussy against the thickness of his thigh.

“Good girl,” he whispers again before sliding his tongue into my mouth.

That little bit of praise pushes my buttons almost as much as his thigh is pushing against my button. I moan louder, my hands moving from his face to his shoulders, holding on for dear life as I rock back and forth against him.

“You make the prettiest noises for me, Ace,” Kai whispers, his mouth moving from mine to rest against my ear. “Fuck, I want to strip all your clothes off you and touch that sexy body. Every inch of you.”

I whimper, sliding myself back and forth along the length of his thigh. I’m probably making a mess, but I don’t fucking care. His words are lulling me into a state of boundless need. So horny I can’t think straight.

I’m close when he moves. He must know, must sense my orgasm coming, because he stands up, sliding me off of him.

I whine at the loss of sensation. I smack a fist against his chest, glaring up at him as he towers over me once more.

“Asshole,” I whisper. “I was so close.”

“Good, but I’m not going to let this end so soon. Lay down,” Kai says, jerking his head at the bed.

“I said no sex,” I narrow my eyes up at him.

Kai sighs, and for once I can see his patience crack. There’s nothing nice or kind in the way he meets my eyes.

“I’m going to follow all your rules, Dakota. I’ll keep my hands to myself. Have I given you any reason not to trust me?”

I chew on my lip.

“I’ve known too many players,” I counter.

“I’m not them. Ask around— later.” He growls. “Right now, you better get in that bed and take those panties off, or I’m not going to make you come.”

I blink up at him. I should be furious at him, at his presumption, at his cocky attitude. Tomorrow I’ll get all the tea, but tonight I need him whether he’s lying or not.

I’m mad, but I want to take it out on his body.

Without another word I crawl up onto the bed, moving on all fours. He groans behind me as I look over my shoulder and slowly peel my panties off. It really feels like peeling, too. Because they’re so wet that the soft cotton clings to my body.

“Fuck, you’re the sexiest woman in the world,” Kai says.

His eyes dart back and forth between my eyes and my pussy, as though he can’t make up his mind where to look.

“Well, here I am,” I raise an eyebrow at him, stretching out onto my stomach. “Lying down, panties off. How are you going to make me come, Kai? No hands, no cock.”

He moves around the bed, taking his time.

“I’m going to do what I do best, of course,” Kai says, his cocky smirk now back in place.

He grabs my toy off the nightstand, weighing it in his hands as he stretches out beside me.

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