I cling to his shoulders and tilt my head back, rocking away from him and driving my hips down. He moans, much louder than usual, and it sounds like he’s in pain.
Maybe that’s not such a bad thing…
With an evil grin, I lean in again, gently caressing his lips with mine and teasing with my tongue.
Chapter 16 - Kit
I struggle underneath Lexa, trying to free my arms, but it’s no good. She has me pinned.
And I like it.
She digs her nails into my shoulders, making me gasp with equal parts pleasure and pain.
Okay, maybe a bit more pleasure.
She teases me with soft touches of her lips, rocking back and forth to rub herself against me. My entire body is hard as a rock—not just my cock—and the need to hurl her onto her back and fuck her as hard and fast as I can is overwhelming.
Don’t. Don’t do anything to scare her. Let her explore, let her feel safe.
Through the drunken haze of my thoughts, I also remind myself that with her weight pressing down on my thighs and her hands pressing me into the couch, I can’t fucking move.
Lexa leans back, taking her hands off my shoulders to tease her fingertips across my chest and belly. I struggle again against the shirt, hoping to tear it off if I can’t get my arms loose, but I still can’t get free.
“Lexa,” I whisper, my voice full of need. “Please.”
“Please, what?” she asks, blinking innocently. “Am I doing something wrong?”
My mind tries to understand her question. Drunken brain cells collide with each other, leaving me even more confused than I was before.
“Should I stop?” she asks with a grin.
“No!” I almost yell. “Don’t stop. I mean, unless you want to—”
“Shh.” She puts her fingers across my lips. “You just settle down and be quiet like a good boy.”
A strange sensation flows through me. As if I should feel uncomfortable, but instead, I feel kind of warm and fuzzy.
No one’s ever called me a “good boy” before.
Lexa runs her hands down to my thighs, and with one quick movement, she drops to the floor between my legs. I feel her fingers on the button of my jeans, and a painful throb rushes through me as my cock strains against the zipper.
Lexa pulls down the zipper very slowly, watching my cock rise through the gap, still covered by my underwear. She strokes me gently, and I almost scream with frustration and pent-up desire.
Holy fucking God, this is not the woman I remember!
The girl I took to the graduation party was sweet, hesitant, and completely untouched. She shrank away from me, unsure and afraid, until I awakened her lust and made her beg for me.
Now I’m the one fucking begging.
I look up at Lexa, not daring to speak. She keeps her eyes down, looking at the tent poking up through my jeans. I’m so eager to set it free, I struggle a bit more, and she stands up abruptly, slamming her foot into my chest to pin me down.
“What did I tell you about trying to get away!” she snaps. “Stay still.”
“Okay,” I mutter. My heart is pounding so hard, all I can hear is the rush of my blood in my ears. I faintly register thatshe’s barefoot, and I stupidly wonder when she took off her shoes.
“Hey,” Lexa says, grabbing my chin. “Look up.”
I fix my eyes on her face as she stands above me, her arms folded across her chest. She tilts her head, and the look on her face is powerful, something almost predatory.
