My entire body is overwhelmed with sensation. From Kingston’s tongue doing incredible things to my clit, along with his finger in my… I never in my wildest dreams thought I would enjoy what he’s doing to me now, but so help me, I can’t find it in me to be repulsed by the idea. It simply feels too damn good.
He teases me for several minutes, fucking my ass with the very tip of his finger. My body adjusts, and I want more than he’s giving me, but I’m not sure how much I can handle, so I don’t mention it. Instead, I fumble my hand on the top of the nightstand, searching for a condom. I want him inside me more than I want blessed air.
His eyes track my hand when I finally find a condom, tearing it from the wrapper before crooking my finger and urging him to give me what I need.
My gaze drifts back to where he’s still eating my pussy with such vigor. I’m torn between wishing he would continue and wanting him to give me more. He must read my pained expression because he thrusts his tongue into me, fucking me just enough to put me on edge, but not nearly enough to send me over.
When he finally concedes, I drop my legs and sit up, reaching for his beautiful dick. Within seconds, I have him suited up, and he has me back on the mattress, his beautiful body hovering over me once again.
“One day,” he whispers as his lips find mine. “I’m going to fuck that beautiful ass.”
A shiver races down my spine. It’s so taboo, so intriguing… I can’t help but wonder what that would feel like.
“Would you want that, Ellie?” Kingston’s cock lines up with the entrance to my body.
While he pushes inside me, stretching me so deliciously, I’m nodding my head in agreement. I’ll take anything this man is willing to give me.
“Fuck. Your pussy’s so tight. I can stay here all fucking day.”
I squeeze my muscles as he starts to retreat and he groans before pushing in again.
“More,” I plead. “Need more.”
“I’ll give you more,” he assures me, his lips sliding over mine as he presses his hips forward again.
Oh, fuck, yes. He’s buried so deep within me I don’t know where I end and he begins. It’s utter perfection the way he fucks me. I never want him to stop.
While our tongues duel, he continues to thrust and retreat while my fingers dig into the muscles of his back. I wrap my legs around him, trying to pull him in deeper. The rough growl that resonates in his chest makes my clit throb with need. This man could quite possibly ruin me for any other. I never knew that sex could be quite this good, and I know he’s got so much more to show me.
Kingston pulls his mouth from mine as he pushes up onto his knees, forcing me to drop my legs. He quickly takes my right leg and crosses it over my left, in front of him, all while he continues to pump his hips. That changes the angle and…
“Oh, shit…That feels …so good. Oh, God. Don’t stop… Don’t stop, Kingston.” I’m begging at this point, but I don’t care.
I’m watching his face as he begins driving into me, harder, deeper. He controls the pace as though he wants to drag out my pleasure, or maybe his. Either way, it works for me, but I feel the first stirrings of my orgasm. An electrical charge starts deep in my core and begins radiating outward, growing in intensity with every punishing thrust of his hips. He’s filling me so exquisitely.
“Come for me, Ell. Come all over my cock, baby.”
I meet his hooded gaze, and I see that he’s drunk on lust the same way that I am. I want to hold on, but … Kingston’s hand snakes between my legs and he finds my clit, his thumb circling as he continues to fuck me.
My body is quaking as the orgasm crests. I can’t hold back the strangled cry that escapes me when the sensation gets to be too much. I feel like I’m shattering into a million pieces and it’s … addicting.
“That’s it, Ell. Fuck. Squeeze my dick, baby. Oh, yeah … just … like … that.”
He’s sweating, but he doesn’t stop, still pounding into me as another orgasm takes root.
“I… Oh, God, Kingston. I… I’m … gonna…” Another tortured cry breaks free as I come again, this time harder than the first.
“Fuck, yes…” Kingston’s hips jerk and he falls forward. I feel him pulsing inside me as he gives himself over to his release.
Grabbing hold of him, I bring his mouth down to mine. It’s an awkward position with my leg still trapped between us, but I can’t help myself. I need him to kiss me, to bring me back down to earth before I shatter again.
36
Kingston
Wednesday, November 23rd
“You ladies do very nice work,” Noelle tells Bianca and Gabby. “Now it’s time to deliver these bad boys.”
Gabby giggles.
Ellie smiles. “What’s so funny?”
“I thought the bad boys were the ones who were going to deliver the food?”
I grin when Ellie meets my gaze.
We spent the morning putting together plates of food that will be delivered to families who can’t afford a Thanksgiving meal. Along with hot food, we’ve also put together bags of nonperishable goods that will be sent along with the meals. And thanks to Noelle’s promise of free beer for a month, every single member of the Austin Arrows showed up at dawn to help out. Not only the players but the coaching staff and the equipment team, as well.
I’m impressed, actually.
“Y’all ready?” Ellie asks the girls.
“Can we go with Spencer and Noelle?”
Upon arrival, the delivery drivers were assigned, and somehow Spencer and Noelle were paired up. Based on the expression on both their faces upon that announcement, that hadn’t been good news.
“You absolutely can!” Noelle confirms.
Based on that reaction, Noelle clearly does not want to be alone with Spencer. I’m sensing a story there. I try to hide my amusement when Spencer rolls his eyes. I’m not sure what’s going on with those two, but it’s definitely something.
“We’ll meet you back at the house then?” Ellie says to Noelle after she finagles a hug from her daughter.
“Sounds like a plan.” Noelle smirks when she looks over at me. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
And with that parting shot, Noelle herds the girls out to the parking lot, Spencer not far behind them.
“You think they’ll survive the afternoon?” I ask, taking Ellie’s hand as we walk to my truck. It’s been loaded up with all of the meals we need to deliver, and we’ve got the list of addresses that we’re taking them to.
“I’m not so sure.” She chuckles. “But I think Noelle’s extremely happy that Bianca wanted to go with them.”
“I’m not complaining, either,” I tell her as I maneuver the truck out of the parking lot.
“Whatever do you have in mind, Mr. Rush?”
“Let’s get the food delivered, then I’ll tell you.”
“I’m eager to see what you have planned.”
Three hours later, after we made our rounds, delivered all of the food, then stopped and grabbed a bite to eat at a local burger place, I’m once again helping Ellie into my truck, then climbing back in. Rather than pulling out of the lot and turning the truck in the direction of Ellie’s house, I start the engine and remain right where we are.
Since I picked her up this morning, I know I have to return her, and that’s what I intend to do. Only, I’m not ready just yet, and I know when I get to her house, I’ll have to leave her there and head home. Tomorrow’s Thanksgiving, which means there’s lots of prep work that needs to be done, not to mention, my brothers and my father are in town.
But they’ll have to wait because I’m not quite finished with her.
“Thanks for dinner,” Ellie says. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“I figured you were starving.”
“What gave it away?” she asks. “My rumbling stomach?”
I smile as I watch her. She’s so damn pretty. Today she’s wearing an oversized sweatshirt and a pair of leggings that fi
t her like a glove. I’ve had a hard time not staring at her ass for most of the day, in fact.
“That and the way you kept saying, ‘I’m hungry.’”
Ellie laughs, that raspy, throaty sound that makes my dick hard. “I did not.”
“Oh, right. That was me.”
She stares at me. “I worked up an appetite, that’s for sure. But I had fun.”
“Me, too.” More than I’m willing to admit.
“I think it’s good Bianca and Gabby helped.”
“They’re good kids,” I tell her.
Ellie glances out the window, then back over to me. I wonder what she’s thinking. I know what I’m thinking, and with any luck, we’re on the same wavelength.
“Did your dad and your brothers make it into town?”
Okay, that’s definitely not on the same wavelength. Still, I say, “Yeah. They got in this morning. I’m sure they’ve taken over my entire house by now. Scott said something about making dinner tonight.”
Her eyes widen as she continues to stare at me. “You’re gonna let him use your kitchen?”
I know she’s teasing, but the truth is, I threatened Scott within an inch of his life if he screwed anything up. Of course, he gave me the finger. I continue to watch Ellie, waiting for her to say what’s on her mind. The blue light from the dash highlights her face, and I can see the question in her eyes.
“Are we gonna sit in the parking lot all night?”
“Not all night,” I tell her.
“Did you have something else in mind? Besides taking me home?”
I nod, then reach over and run my hand down her arm.
“You want to have sex in your truck?” she asks. I can hear the hitch in her breath.
“If only it were that easy.” I know better than that. There is no way we could possibly have sex in this truck. I’m too damn tall and so is she. However, there are other things we can do. “But I do have one idea.”
“What’s that?”
“It requires you to come over here.” I push the button to slide my seat all the way back, then lift the steering wheel up.
“Over there?” Ellie points to my lap.
I nod, then peer out the window to make sure no one is watching us. The parking lot is full, but we’re parked at the very back of the lot. If anyone strolls by, I doubt they’ll even see us.
Without hesitating, Ellie climbs over the center console and straddles my lap as best she can. It certainly helps that she’s not wearing jeans to hinder her progress. It also helps me that she’s not wearing jeans to hinder my progress.
“What are you thinking?” she asks as she grinds against me.
“Do you know how hard it is to keep my hands off you?” I whisper as I cup the back of her head and pull her mouth to mine.
I’ve spent most of the day trying to resist this woman, and although we’re in my truck, parked in a public parking lot, and anyone could happen upon us at any time, I can’t resist. Ellie wants adventurous, and though this isn’t anything outrageous, it’s the best I can offer right now.
Plus, I really wasn’t kidding. It’s been damn near impossible to keep my hands off her.
Ellie
As soon as Kingston’s mouth is on mine, everything else fades into the background. I hardly hear the music playing softly through the speakers, I don’t notice the people coming in and out of the restaurant, nor do I see the cars parked all around us. The only thing I can focus on is the way his tongue works mine, the way his hands are sliding up beneath my sweater.
I’ve been wanting him to touch me all day long. I even thought about suggesting we take a little detour, but I’m not all that creative when it comes to this stuff.
But he seems to be.
“Remember that night when I made you come with my fingers?” he whispers against my lips.
I nod. I most certainly do remember that.
“I want to do it again.”
“Here?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay.” How can I possibly object to that?
Once again, Kingston’s mouth is on mine, and his hands are roaming freely beneath my sweater. My body aches for him. I’ve been thinking about him nonstop since Saturday, wondering when I would possibly get to have him to myself again. It’s been a busy week, and with the holiday, it’s hard to predict any free time.
“Unhook your bra,” he says softly, his lips never leaving mine.
I reach behind my back and quickly unhook the clasp.
Kingston’s hands are instantly on my breasts, and I draw in a sharp breath, the feel of his rough fingers against my sensitive skin exquisite.
“You like that?”
“Oh, yeah,” I murmur against his mouth.
While he teases my nipples, I grip his face and thrust my tongue into his mouth. At this rate, he’s not going to have to do a whole lot to send me over the edge. I nip his lower lip when his right hand slides into my leggings, then beneath my panties.
“Kingston…” I sigh, pulling my mouth from his.
“I love how wet you get for me.”
His finger teases my clit briefly and I whimper. Our eyes lock, and I know he can see everything I’m feeling, even in the dim light from the dashboard. This man knows exactly what to do to make me wild, and I think he’s well aware of that.
“Lift your hips.”
I do as he says and he rewards me by pushing one finger inside me. I have to grab his shoulders as the pleasure rockets through me. He adds another finger, thrusting slowly. I can’t help it; I need more friction so I begin pushing against his hand.
“That’s it, baby. Ride my fingers.”
His voice is so rough, so deep… The way his eyes glitter in the darkness… I’m lost, completely overwhelmed by sensation.
“More,” I plead, well aware that I am once again begging him.
“Anything, Ellie. I’ll give you anything.”
And he does. Kingston fucks me with his fingers until I can no longer hold on. I feel my orgasm building until I’m overwhelmed by it.
“Yes, yes, yes.” I can’t stop mumbling that word as the sensation intensifies and I’m hovering on the brink.
“Come for me, Ellie.”
Kingston doubles his efforts, his thumb now circling my clit, and I can’t hold back.
The second I shatter, Kingston’s mouth is on mine once again, and I swallow his groan at the same time he swallows my cry of release. This man shakes me to my very core, and one of these days, I’m not sure I’m going to survive it.
37
Kingston
Thursday, November 24th
Because of our hectic schedules during the season, my brothers and I don’t get to spend much time together except for holidays. This year, we’ve set aside Thanksgiving, and it’s my turn to cook dinner. Both of my brothers, as well as my dad, made it down to Texas for the celebration.
Needless to say, it’s been a long day and the meal hasn’t even been served yet.
Scott and my father arrived early yesterday, and Heath got to town sometime before lunch. By the time I got home last night, they were all crashed in the guest bedrooms, so I took a page from their book and went straight to bed. I didn’t see them until this morning.
I started cooking midday, and I’m just now putting the finishing touches on when the doorbell rings. I try to pretend I’m not stoked about our guests, but I can’t deny that I am. As much as I love my family, I’ve been waiting for two specific people to arrive since I first opened my eyes this morning.
When Ellie told me that she and Bianca didn’t have plans for Thanksgiving, I extended an invitation for them to come to my place. My heart might’ve actually slammed against my ribs when Ellie agreed. Of course, not wanting her brother to go without, I also invited him, as well. And when Ellie asked if she could bring Noelle, how could I have possibly said no?
“Look who it is!” Heath exclaims. “The prettiest woman on the planet.”
I want to punch my b
rother for flirting with Ellie, but I can’t help but smile when Ellie and Bianca step into my kitchen. Bianca makes a beeline to Heath and hugs him tightly, just as she always does whenever she gets to see him.
“I think you’re getting taller, kid,” Heath says in a chipper tone.
I shake my head and swipe my finger across my throat as a signal not to go there, but it’s too late.
“I don’t want to be tall,” Bianca insists, frowning.
Heath being Heath leans in and says, “Honey, guys like tall women. Trust me.”
“They do?” She looks up at him as though he just whispered a secret of the universe.
Noelle suddenly appears in the kitchen like the fairy she appears to be.
“They definitely do,” she confirms, reaching over and hugging Heath. “Unfortunately, that doesn’t work out so well for me. Good to see you again.”
“She’s not allowed to have boys like her until she’s thirty,” Ellie says with a laugh, then turns her attention on me. “It smells fantastic.”
After wiping my hands on a towel, I make my way around the oversized island and step right up to her, leaning down and kissing her on the mouth. She pulls back, burying her face in my neck when someone clears their throat and Bianca giggles.
“I get it,” Heath grumbles with a laugh. “You guys are a couple. Don’t have to rub it in, bro.”
Yes, I do. I definitely do.
“Aren’t they cute together?” Noelle teases.
“So cute,” Bianca agrees.
Heath is clearly wanting to change the subject when he says, “Hey, B. You want me to kick your butt on the Xbox?”
Ellie pulls away from me, and I’m pretty sure I hear her say something along the lines of, “You smell even better than the food.”
A flash of heat burns through me, making me wish we were alone.
“In your dreams,” Bianca growls good-naturedly, her gaze sliding over to Ellie’s.
Ellie nods for her to go, and when we’re alone in the kitchen, I pull her closer and reclaim her mouth. A soft sigh escapes her, and I feel that tightness in my chest once again. It’s been there ever since she spent the night with me last weekend. I don’t know what it means, but I can’t seem to shake it whenever I think about her.
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