Kansas Nights [Kansas Heat 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (19 page)

Suddenly bereft of his strength, she found her own legs too rubbery to hold her weight and had to latch back onto the counter to stay upright. Taking several deep breaths, she tried to ignore the more heady demand of the need pulsing out of her cunt. It took several moments, but slowly the cloud of lust fogging her head cleared.

Not daring to provoke the situation more, Kathy focused on finishing his sandwiches. Half tempted to pour lemon juice all over his peanut butter as a hidden surprise, she managed to hold the impulse in check. Now was not the time to be antagonistic. Kathy had questions she wanted answered, like what the hell he intended to do with that gargantuan erection.

With the plate of sandwiches clutched in her hand, Kathy froze mid-turn as she caught site of Collin’s oversized boner. It was hard to miss the way Collin hitched his legs wide around the bottom rungs, making more than enough room for the monstrous bulge tenting his jeans.

“If you’re going to ogle, could you at least give me my sandwiches first? I really am hungry.”

The dry hint of smug humor in his tone jarred Kathy forward and out of her stupor. “If you don’t enjoy being ogled, don’t put it out there.”

“Who said I didn’t enjoy it?” Collin took the plate from her with one hand, while his other latched onto her waist. Before she could decide if she wanted to offer an objection, he jerked her down onto his lap. “In fact, I just thought of something else I’d enjoy.”

He sealed any protest she could have thought to make behind the hard press of his mouth against hers, not that Kathy would have objected. Yielding to the aggressive stroke of his tongue along the seam of her lips, she opened herself up to the rough, ravenous plundering of his tongue. Lust was too delicate a word for the inferno of heated pleasure that tore through Kathy’s body as she twined her fingers through Collin’s hair and clung to him.

Giving herself over to his care, Kathy returned Collin’s rakishly wicked kiss, using her own tongue to tease and challenge his. Like perfection, they fit lip to lip, chest to chest. Even Kathy’s thighs slid perfectly over his as she ground against him. The motion split the swollen lips of her pussy over the hard ridge of Collin’s denim-covered erection. Kathy was too hot, too needy to care about the clothes in her way. Her senses were on fire, and her hips just had to flex and grind over his in a desperate drive to fuel the blaze consuming her with ever-more-rapturous flames of delight.

He felt so good, so hot, so hard, so strong. Kathy wanted to drown in the dominating strength of all the muscles flexing around her. It could only feel better if he was rubbing against her, flesh to flesh. As if sharing in her desperation, Collin fisted a hand in her shirt and ripped it clean from her body. Kathy gasped, breaking off the kiss as she arched back against the sudden rush of cool air over her flushed skin. Collin didn’t give her a chance to catch her breath, but snapped her bra open so he could cover one aching, swollen mound with the callused grip of his fist. Plumping up her breast, he lifted it, making an offering of her tit that his heated mouth quickly slid down to devour.

Weaving a trail of suckling, little kisses down her neck, Collin nibbled his way over the swell of her breast until those velvety lips closed down over her puckered nipple and began tormenting her in earnest. Kathy sobbed, her body arching and pressing against the lips feasting on her sensitive tip. Clawing at his shoulders, Kathy twisted and cried out under the nearly painful lash of pleasure streaking through her. She couldn’t survive pleasure like this. It was too intense, forcing her heart to race too fast. The blood rushed through her veins with a deafening roar as it flushed every particle of her being with heat so concentrated Kathy could feel every cell in her body come alive with the pleasure.

Still it wasn’t enough. Her cunt clenched, weeping in silent demand for attention even as her other breast swelled, aching with the need to be touched. Need quickly became demand, and Kathy was unable to deny herself. Her hand dropped toward her breast only to be caught by Collin’s. Lacing his fingers through hers, he held her hand to the side as he glanced up. Kathy whimpered as his lips followed his eyes. Releasing the throbbing peak he had trapped between his teeth, he smiled over the crest of her breast.

“And what do you think you’re doing?”

“Collin.”

Kathy didn’t know what else to say. She’d forgotten what she’d been doing, forgot almost everything other than trying to tempt him back into what he’d been doing. Collin’s grin only widened, becoming more indulgent as she arched her back and tried to lift her tit back toward the sensual lips hovering just a breath away.

“Please.”

“Aren’t you so pretty?” Collin asked, turning his head to take a quick nip at the nipple she taunted him with. “All flushed and pouty, wanting to be pleased. And that’s all you really want, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” Kathy gasped out her answer at Collin’s prodding as he took another, longer nibble. Twisting into his kiss, Kathy couldn’t stop the demand that fell from her lips. “More.”

“Ah, no.” Collin pulled back. “You get what you’re given, sweetness, not what you think you deserve.”

Despite the lust infusing her every thought, Kathy still stiffened slightly at that reprimand. Despite their different styles, when it came down to the basics, Jack and Collin were fundamentally the same. They both wanted control. Jack demanded it. Collin, on the other hand, tried to steal it. If she didn’t stop him here and now, Collin would probably succeed. That thought crystallized as she stared down into the expectant glitter shining in Collin’s gaze. He expected a fight, but the truth was Kathy liked giving up control. Finding her own smile, Kathy leaned in and brushed a gently submissive kiss across Collin’s lips before giving him his answer.

“Then tell me, Mr. Hitchens, what is it that I have to do to convince you to give me what I want?”

Collin chuckled, the soft rolls of sounds vibrating against her chest as Kathy snuggled closer into his embrace. He didn’t try to stop her squirming even when she intentionally ground herself in blatant invitation against the hard ridge of his erection. Nor did he object to the kisses Kathy began to string across his jaw. In fact, he pretended to ignore all of her seductive advances with his answer.

“I guess that depends on what you want.” It might have come out as a murmur, but the words were clearly a challenge—one that obviously amused him given his attitude. “And you can call me
daddy
.”

“Daddy?” Kathy jerked back, on sudden alert at the depth of humor in Collin’s tone.

“That way when I put you on your knees, I can fuck you while panting out, ‘Give it to your daddy.’” Collin winked at her, and that’s all Kathy needed to come to her senses.

“Oh, for God’s sake! That’s disgusting!”

Slapping her hands against his chest, Kathy shot back onto her feet with that outraged huff. She’d intended to give him a piece of her mind right after she figured out what happened to her shirt and bra, but Collin didn’t give her the moment to find them or the rest of her tantrum. Snaking an arm around her back, he forced her spine to arch and offer the tender tip of her breast back up to the ravaging conquest of his mouth.

Kathy collapsed against him, the sails of her indignation faltering under the ragged waves of lust that swamped her good sense. She had no sense at all left as Collin’s kiss shifted from one puckered tit to the other. Trapping her nipple in the firm clasp of his teeth, he tormented it with the same rough caress he had the first, depriving Kathy of the ability to think. Consumed by the wanton impulses surging through her, Kathy clawed at the cotton covering the bulge of muscles cording his shoulders in a vain attempt to rip his shirt free. She wanted, needed, to feel the hot press of his flesh back against her as she ground against him in a heated, sweaty, carnal caress that left no doubt of the fucking she wanted.

Her cunt spasmed, clenching painfully as her mind filled with the image of riding the thick erection pressed against her stomach. The need to feel that hard length stroking over the sensitive walls of her pussy had it swelling with the thick cream that demanded she straddle his thick thighs and climb aboard for a ride Kathy suspected would be one of the best of her life. She’d have given in to that urge, only there were too many clothes in the way.

Her fevered brain couldn’t solve that problem but she could recognize help when Collin’s hands abandoned her breasts to slide down over her hips. Kathy cried out and dug her fingernails deeper into his shoulders, anchoring herself as he began to tug and pull on the waistband of her jeans. His callused fingertips brushed against her trembling muscles as the rough denim of his own jeans scraped against her soft skin, the small touches causing addictive flashes of ecstasy to flare at every point of contact. Only a thin layer of lace protected the swollen folds of her pussy from the cool night air caressing the rest of her body.

Before a shiver could set in, Collin pulled her back down onto his lap, settling her ass along one thick thigh while he arranged her knees across his other. Kathy heeded the commands of his hands, too enraptured by the pleasure of the kisses still tormenting her breasts. The only protest that rose to her lips was an objection when his lips lifted, leaving the flushed globes of her breasts chilling in the suddenly cold air.

“Do you know how badly I want to lay you out on this table and make a meal out of you?” Collin’s husky growl had Kathy’s toes curling in anticipation of being made into a feast. He sounded as starved as she felt for more, but that didn’t change the fact that he unwound her arms from his neck, forcing her to sit upright.

“I’m not calling you daddy, Collin.” Lust-filled and confused, Kathy’s mind tried to make sense of Collin’s action. Guessing that he intended to antagonize her again, she grumped over the husky tones in her own voice, matching the pout she shot his way. “And I’m not going to my knees.”

“Don’t rush it, sweetness.” Collin’s lips quivered upward in a rakish smile as his gaze traveled with lazy intent down her body. “We’ll get to you begging for me soon enough, but first, I’m hungry. Since you’re partly to blame for me not getting anything to eat tonight, you’re going to feed me.”

Kathy arched a brow at that arrogant command and considered smashing his sandwich into his face. The twinkle in his amused gaze assured her that Collin knew her thoughts. He was prepared for her to fight, planned on enjoying whatever response he had already plotted. Well, Kathy wouldn’t give him the pleasure, not until hers had been tended to. As much as it might have rankled, she turned toward the plate she’d prepared.

She picked up one half of a sandwich, settling deeper into Collin’s lap at his urging as she turned to offer it to him. The hand that had settled onto her hip slipped down, over her thigh to brand the silky skin with the heated feel of his palm. Kathy found her heart pounding in beat to the fingertips that began to trace little, dizzying lines on the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. The soft caresses worked their way higher and higher toward the molten flesh weeping for his touch as she lifted the sandwich to his lips.

Her breath caught as the pearly white gates of his teeth parted, her focus centered on the feel of his touch sliding along the elastic edge of her panties. Just as he bit down, those fingers slipped beneath the lace guarding her mound to cup her cunt. Kathy cried out, arching her hips as she offered more of her flushed folds to the forging fingers pressing between them.

As he chewed, Collin studied her reaction as he stroked over her tender flesh, learning just how she liked to be touched. Kathy eagerly assisted his education, moaning encouragements as she parted her legs further. She wanted more, needed more. The two thick fingers pressed deep into her spasming sheath it wasn’t nearly enough.

“…not nearly enough, so if you don’t mind?”

Kathy blinked, trying to understand Collin’s pointed prodding. It was like he read her mind, only his hands had stopped teasing her needy flesh, leaving her mind buzzing on the cusp of a pleasure too great to be denied. A distant part of Kathy knew that was the very point. Collin had her at his mercy now. With her body stretched out on the rack of a climax sure to be spectacular, she had little choice but to obey his commands. Later, once he’d satisfied her more carnal appetites, she’d get her revenge, but right then she couldn’t control her body’s reflexive arching as Collin nibbled his way down her neck.

“Come on, sweetness, offer me another bite.”

Swallowing back a groan as his free hand lifted to cup her breast, Kathy tried to steady her own fingers as they lifted the sandwich back toward Collin’s lips. It didn’t help that his gaze remained fixated on the engorged nubs of her nipples. He stared as if mesmerized by the way he could make her moan and sway with just the flick of his thumb over her hardened peak. He paid more attention to toying with her than to the bite he took of the sandwich she offered.

“Look at you, betraying all your secrets.” Collin swallowed, his fingers stilling as his gaze lifted to study hers. “You really are too responsive to be any good at this game, sweetness.”

“What game?” Kathy fought for focus, trying as hard as she could to ignore the daggers of need lancing through her.

“Tell me why you went to Benny George’s place.”

The sharp command cut through the fog filling Kathy’s mind with the clarity to recognize Collin’s answer for what it was. While she might have the sense to see the trap, sitting on his lap in nothing but her panties left her no ability to avoid it. Still, Kathy managed to muster up a suitable comeback even if it did come out breathless and somewhat desperate sounding.

“That’s none of your business.”

“You sure about that?” Collin feathered a series of ticklish kisses down her neck and over her collarbone.

“Yes,” Kathy moaned, unsure if she was agreeing with him or giving in to the need to beg for more. Her body did just that for her as her head rolled to the side, silently offering him better access to her tingling skin. The small sign of submission brought a chuckle to Collin’s lips that echoed down Kathy’s back, warning her of the torment to come.