Not wanting to give him the chance to stop this again, I drop to my knees, palms grazing his body until they land on his thick thighs for support.
And dear God, my hands look tiny on him.
Kai looks down at me, all big and towering. “What are you doing?”
“I’m praying.” Finding the button on his pants, I unzip. “What the fuck do you think I’m doing?”
His hand lands on top of mine to stop me. “If my cock goes anywhere near that mouth of yours, I’m going to be done, and I’d really like to be inside your pussy when that happens.”
Jesus. How does he make coming too quickly sound hot?
“It’s been a year, Mills.” With a finger under my chin, he tilts my head up. “And I’d like to make sure you’re thoroughly fucked before the night is over.”
Backing away towards the bed, he uses a single hand to pull his shirt over his head, pants open and low on his hips, nodding towards the mattress.
“Come.” His tone is all innuendo with a smirk that’s all charm thanks to our little inside joke.
And I’m over here still on my knees. Literally and figuratively I’m on my knees for this man.
The guy is long and lean and defined. Not too bulky, but clearly strong, and on top of it all, he’s so good. Kind. Thoughtful. Dependable.
And hot as hell with those glasses on.
“Stop eye-fucking me and get your ass on this bed, Montgomery.”
Damn.
Standing, I make my way to the mattress, and Kai slaps my butt as I pass him.
“Good girl. You get a gold star for listening.”
I fall onto the bed with a laugh. He’s hot and commanding one second then funny and vulnerable the next. He hasn’t even been inside me yet and I think I might be a bit obsessed.
Whoa. No, I’m not.
It’s just sex.
I take a seat on the edge of the mattress. “Gold star, huh? Is that your version of a praise kink?”
He saunters towards me. It’s the most swag I’ve ever seen this man possess as he makes his way to stand between my legs.
“Mm-hmm. Gold star lips.” He tilts my chin up, meeting my mouth with his. “The way you felt on my fingers, I’d say you’ve got a gold star pussy.” He finds the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head before unclasping my bra with a single flick. His eyes go wide, shaking his head in disbelief. “Jesus. And gold star tits.”
My hands run up the length of his thighs. “I also give some gold star head.”
His neck cranes back with a tortured groan. Kai eyes the ceiling for three beats before bending down on his haunches, heels to ass, and eyes level with mine. Like some sort of gentleman, he tucks my hair behind my ear as he stares right at my mouth.
His palm trails over my jaw until his thumb presses against the seam of my lips, and the movement is anything but gentlemanly when he pushes into my mouth.
“Let me just see,” he says, slowly working it in and out.
His ice-blue eyes are heated and hooded, contemplating.
In and out. In and out. And when he pushes in again, I suck, tongue rolling around his fingertip before flicking up the length of his thumb.
“Fuck.” He stands, pulling his hand away with a frustrated growl, towering over me as I sit on the edge of the bed. “Just a taste.”
He barely lowers his pants and briefs, just enough to pull out his cock.
And . . .
“Holy fuck,” I hear myself say, staring right at him.
He’s swollen and thick, throbbing in his fist as he strokes himself once. Twice. A bead of precum leaks from the tip and I’m entirely mesmerized by the way his thumb swipes it, rolling it around the head.
The man is 6’4” and his cock makes it seem as if a very average-sized hand is wrapped around it.
“Lick those pretty lips of yours and open your mouth.”
Swallowing, I do as he says, tongue out and mouth open wide.
Hand on the back of my skull, he guides himself inside.
I’m so full. It takes a moment for me to adjust to him somewhat suffocating me, but eventually, I gain my bearings, breathing through my nose.
“That’s it, Miller. Fuck.” Getting my tongue involved, I flick the underside of his crown. “So good,” he praises. “Just like that. So, so good. God, you’re going to be the death of me, aren’t you?”
I stroke and suck, using my hand on what doesn’t fit in my mouth. He gives me complete control, though keeps one hand on my hair, petting and praising me as the other reaches down, testing the weight of my breast in his hand.