Their Virgin Hostage, Masters of Ménage, Book 5 (24 page)

Really fucking smooth,
moron.

Her luscious lips curled up. “I believe that’s what people
call it. I might not have a ton of experience, but I know the words, Riley.
Blow job. Fellatio. Hummer. I want to take you in my mouth and swallow you
down.”

Just like that, his cock got so hard it hurt. “
Kinley
, you don’t have to do that.”

Her eyes went wide. “You don’t want me to?”

God, he hadn’t meant that—at all. Actually, he hadn’t meant
a damn word he’d said all night. “Yes! I want you to. I want you to so bad I
just might die if you don’t.”

She relaxed slightly, then bit her lip uncertainly. “I might
not be good at it.”

“I can teach you.” The idea that she’d never had a cock in
her mouth made his spine tingle. His brothers might have had her first, but
they hadn’t taken everything. This first of hers would be for him. “You’ll be
good at it,
Kinley
. You’re good at everything.”

“I don’t know about that.”

He’d just spent all night really studying her. “You are.
When you want to do something, you do it. You feed and clothe the homeless.
You’ve made my brothers smile. You arouse the hell out of me.” He moved closer.
“I want you to take my cock out.”

Kinley
blinked up at him, then her
hands fluttered to the waistband of his jeans, those perfectly manicured
fingers working on the button of his fly. She was awkward at first, but her
earnestness was so sweet. Nothing about her was artificial. Every bit of
apprehension and desire to please she felt was written all over her face.

So was her submission. She was offering him something that
always aroused him, and not just physically. Something about watching a woman
take him in her mouth brought out all of his dominant instincts. And with
Kinley
, he wanted nothing more than to tangle his fingers
in her hair and feed her the hard length of his dick, inch by inch, and claim
this part of her.

Slowly—so slowly he thought he would scream—
Kinley
unfastened the button and started to ease down the
zipper. His cock pressed against his boxers as if trying to get closer to her.

“You’re wearing underwear,”
Kinley
said with a little frown. “I’m not allowed to wear underwear. I don’t think you
should either.”

Little sub thought she got to make the rules? “You don’t
know it yet, but if you keep talking that way, there will be spankings in your
future.”

How would she handle a true spanking? The thought of her
naked body over his lap made his groin tighten again. Jesus, so much of the
blood in his body had rushed south that he felt dizzy.

She wrinkled her nose and sent him a saucy stare as she
pulled his boxers down his hips. “I can handle it. Law gave me a couple of
swats earlier because I forgot to call Dominic ‘Sir.’”

Dominic was insistent on protocol, but that wasn’t Riley’s
thing. “I like to hear my name,
Kinley
. And I won’t
just give you a couple of swats to make your ass blush. I know this will
surprise you, but Law is the soft one when it comes to this.”

“It doesn’t surprise me. He’s very sweet.”

Sweet?
Law had
killed more men than she could imagine. He’d done it in service to his country,
but… “Has he talked to you about his military service? If not, you should know
that he’s only soft with you. Law is a trained killer.”

“No,” she protested. “He’s a trained protector.” She pulled
his boxers down and wrapped her fingers around his cock—finally. The softness
of her touch nearly undid him.

And he kind of loved that she saw them through different
eyes. In fact, he liked being with her, just talking to her when no walls stood
between them. “Maybe you’re right, sweetheart. Maybe we should all take a
second look at how we view the world, but you should understand that I’m more
like Dominic than Law when it comes to sex. I’ll get you over my knee. I won’t
let you up until you beg me to stop. Even then, I’ll make you come before
you’re allowed to leave. You’ll feel my hand on your ass all the next day. Just
like you’ll feel my cock in your pussy.”

Eventually, yes. But for tonight, he would be satisfied with
her mouth. And with being the man who taught her.

Her face had flushed, a sure sign that his words had either
embarrassed or aroused her. Given the fact that she was still there and still
staring at him with wide brown eyes, he was banking on the latter. But he had
to be sure. “Touch yourself.”

Her eyes flared with surprise. “What?”

“Touch yourself,
Kinley
. Drag
those fingers down to your pussy and touch yourself. Play with your clit until
I tell you to stop. I want to watch you.” She was so prim and proper, and Riley
couldn’t wait to strip that veneer right off her and get to the woman under the
surface. “Or I could show you my version of a spanking.”

He was okay either way. In the end, she would do what he wanted
because she wouldn’t be able to help herself any more than he could.

She was tentative at first, the tiniest bit awkward as she
slid her hand down her body until her fingers found her clit. He stroked his
cock as he watched her, running his hand from base to tip. She trained her
stare on him as she touched herself, and his blood surged.

“Like this, Riley?”

A wave of approval surged over him. This was where he felt
most comfortable. “Exactly like that, sweetheart. Rub your clit, then slide
your fingers into your opening.”

Her breath shuddered as she found her sweet spot, and he
loved that she was a very obedient girl. After two strokes of her clit, she
slid her fingers deep. When she withdrew them, the digits were coated in her
cream.

She wanted him. His harsh words hadn’t scared her off. And
she wasn’t doing this out of pity or because Law and Dominic had told her to.

He snagged her wrist in his grasp and pulled it to his lips.
The sweet scent of her arousal flooded his nostrils.
Kinley
was creamy and ripe. He might not be able to feel that pussy around his cock
tonight, but he sure as hell could learn her taste.

He sucked her fingers inside his mouth, reveling in her
essence. Tangy and sweet and so very
Kinley
. He
licked every ounce off and still wanted more.

“Why does watching you do that excite me?”
Kinley’s
eyes were hot with desire. “It was the same when
Law did it and when Dominic…”

He could guess what Dominic had done. “Did Dominic shove his
face in your pussy and not leave until he’d had his fill?”

There was that gorgeous blush again. He adored making her
color rise. “He kissed me there. At first, I thought it should make me
uncomfortable, but then I just loved it. It’s more than the sheer pleasure.
There’s something very intimate about it.”

“Your lover likes the way you taste,
Kinley
.”
He touched her chin and moved closer, his cock almost against her lips. “That’s
the way it should be. Your lover should want to eat you up twice a day and
three times every night. I’m going to tongue you and love you and make a meal
out of you when I can. But I need you right now.”

She stared at his dick, then leaned closer, her hot breath
on him. Then she swiped at his cock with her tongue, licking it up and tasting
him. On a little moan, she closed her eyes as though she was cataloguing the
sensations and flavors. “You’re salty and rich. I like the way you taste.”

And she had no idea what such innocent words did to him. His
lovers in the past had all just talked dirty and told him what they would do to
him. Not a one had just looked at him and told him they liked him—his body, his
taste. They hadn’t really cared about him or his happiness.

He was in deep and saw no path out. He wasn’t even sure he
wanted to find one. Regardless of what Dominic and Law thought, chances were
high she would walk away in the end. Or he would be forced to leave her for her
own good.
Kinley
might try to stay, despite all the
bad things that would come to her for loving them. He might well have to
protect her in the end.

But they had tonight and perhaps a few more after that.
Maybe it made him a greedy son of a bitch, but he was going to take them.

“Let me give you more. Run your tongue all over me.” He held
his cock out, but soon her hand replaced his.

She explored him, her tongue like a darting hummingbird
lighting him up everywhere she licked. She paid special attention to the
sensitive
V
at the back of his shaft,
and his eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head as she worked that spot
over and over.

“God, sweetheart, you’re a natural.” She didn’t need anyone
to tell her what to do.

“Since you gave me permission to explore, I wanted to taste
and know all of you.” She sucked the head of his cock into her mouth, heat
surrounding him.

“Yes, sweetheart. That feels good.
So
good.” He closed his eyes and shoved his hands into her hair.
“Take more.”

She obliged, enveloping his cock in her hot mouth. Her
tongue whirled around, a tease, a taunt. Then she sucked hard on him,
thickening the sensations, drawing out the anticipation. He could feel his cock
pulsing in time with his rapid heartbeat as she sucked him deep.

Over and over she worked his hard flesh, drawing on him,
taking him fully into her mouth. She worked tirelessly as she moved herself up
and down, taking a little more each time, her whole body swaying with effort.

She reached up and caressed his thighs through the denim of
his jeans. Slowly, he felt her fingers journey up until she found flesh. As she
sucked his cock, she cupped his hips and ran her palms over his abs, a lover’s
tribute, a silent expression of her desire. Finally, she caressed her way down
to the base of his shaft and held him there as she raked his cock with the
gentle edge of her teeth.

He looked down to find her cupping his balls with her free
hand. All her shyness seemed to have evaporated the minute he’d given her
permission to play with him, as though she’d just been waiting for the
opportunity to indulge.

She rolled his balls in the palm of her hand, eliciting a
deep groan from Riley. He was going to lose his fucking mind.

“I won’t last long if you do that, sweetheart. Are you
sure?” He didn’t want to flood her mouth if she wasn’t ready for that.

She hummed around his cock, the vibration charging through
his veins and making him shake. She’d worked him all the way in, almost to the
base of his dick and now played with his balls. Holy hell, he could feel the
back of her throat. Her tongue coated him, a consistent caress that drove him
up, higher and higher.

Until Riley gave in.

“Swallow me.” He growled the command as the orgasm took him,
ecstasy pulsing deep inside him as the head of his cock exploded, spewing into
her lovely, waiting mouth.

And she took every drop, swallowing all he had to give her.
As her head bobbed over him, she licked him, laving up one side, then down the
other, not leaving a drop behind.

Riley was floored by how giving she’d been, how open and
honest. He smoothed her hair back as he withdrew slowly from her mouth. He drew
her up to her feet, then dragged her against him until he could kiss her. He didn’t
give a shit that his jeans had fallen down around his knees. He just knew he
wanted his mouth on hers, his arms around her body.

“Thank you, sweetheart. That was incredible.” He’d never
thanked a lover before. He’d bought them flowers, trinkets, but never just
appreciated the gift they’d given him. He’d never thought of it that way until
now.

Kinley
was different.

“It was okay?”

He had to laugh because her fears were understandable but
completely unfounded. Joy lit over him like a happiness sparking inside him. He
held her close, not yet ready to let her go. “It was the best. And I’m not just
saying that to make you feel better. I’ve never felt anyone’s desire to please
the way I felt yours.”

He kissed her, fusing their mouths together, tasting the intimacy
between them. For now, it was enough. Of course he wanted to get deep inside
her. Tomorrow he would. Then he would revel in her and take mental pictures
that would never fade, even after she was long gone. That way, he’d have
something to hold back all the darkness that would encroach when everything
fell apart. He wanted his memory to be full of her, like a computer that had
been filled to capacity. He wanted to be full of her until he couldn’t put
anything else in. Like her tablet, even. Its memory had been full, as well.
He’d noticed that when he’d disabled her Internet capabilities.

And it had bugged him.

“How many gigabytes of memory does your tablet come with?”
An idea played in his brain. Riley began to suspect that what Jansen wanted
from
Kinley’s
luggage was tied to that tablet, and he
doubted it was because the douche was dying to read the latest romance.

But he might want the photographs.
Kinley
had hundreds of pictures on her device. If he was right, the pictures would
take up the majority of the storage capacity—though they shouldn’t. That tablet
had been designed to hold thousands of pictures. Yet it was oddly full.

Kinley
looked up, met his stare.
“What?”

He shook his head. “It doesn’t matter, sweetheart. I need to
look at your tablet again. I need it now.” He kissed her again, trying to
soften the quick jump in subject. “I’m sorry. Sometimes my brain has to think
about things for a little while and I need something to jar me before I figure
out a puzzle. Or maybe I just need the best hummer of all time to make me a
genius.” He grinned. “But I think I figured out what Jansen is desperately
trying to get his hands on. Wake up Dominic and Law, then bring me that
tablet.”