Page 30 of Kai (Alpha Heroes #13)

Cece

“I can be primitive.” His feral stare pebbled my skin. “Oh, yeah. You do that to me.”

My lady bits responded to him with a ferocity that almost sank me, but somehow, I stayed afloat.

“I’m happy to add some challenges to the lesson.” He lowered his face to mine.

“Just remember.” I met his gaze, my blood boiling with the lust my sisters had so accurately predicted. “I get to choose my reward.”

“Agreed,” he said. “Can I show you?”

“Yes.”

His breath blew over my lips. He angled his lips over mine.

The moment our mouths sealed, I felt his strength, his passion, his presence.

My body sparked to life. He wasted no time.

His tongue traced the seam of my mouth. I didn’t think I’d be capable of floating and kissing, but once I opened my lips, I discovered I could multitask.

My situation became more difficult when he slid his mouth over my neck and planted a row of kisses down the middle of my chest. His fingers toyed with the fabric as he pulled aside my bikini and liberated one of my nipples.

“It’s important to get used to floating when there are other things happening around you.” His warm breath gushed over my erected nipple. “This will feel… good.”

He traced the raised edge of my areola with the tip of his tongue.

He exposed my other breast and taunted my other nipple in the same way.

Gently holding my breasts, he gathered them closer and flickered his tongue against one nipple, then the other.

I gasped when his lips closed over one of my nipples without warning. He sucked hard.

“Oh, God!” I flinched and almost went down like the Titanic.

At the last moment, I kicked up and kept my feet from touching bottom because, well, I already considered this part of my win.

“Good save,” the sneaky Marine said, right before he sucked my other nipple.

The draw felt divine to my body. Signals of pleasure shot through me and converged at my pussy.

My entire body quivered with need. I filled my lungs with breath and steadied my limbs, enduring his excruciating onslaught.

“Endured” was the right word, given that he kept worshipping my body with his lips.

He made floating harder, but also more enjoyable.

“To float is to surrender,” he whispered, flicking his tongue over the drops of water clinging to my chest and belly. “To float is to accept the water’s mercy.”

I adored the caress of Kai’s tongue and the merciless pull of his mouth, the absence of thoughts and worries, the feeling of freedom that came with baring myself to the sky and him. His mouth on my skin was cause for celebration. The sea all around me joined in, enhancing my arousal.

Still floating and proud of it, I allowed my hand to drift closer to him and brushed his tented board shorts.

A frisson of need shook my body, but I didn’t sink.

Blinking up at Kai, I reached out and stroked the bulk beneath his swimsuit.

“It seems as if your erection has also found its… What did you call it? ‘Center of buoyancy?’”

With a grunt, his lips let go of my nipple, leaving it flushed, swollen, and aching, glistening with his mouth’s moisture and excruciatingly sensitive to the air that prickled over my wet flesh. His reaction to my touch was immediate. Beneath his shorts, he hardened and winced.

“Cece?” He straightened beside me. “I don’t know if I can handle—”

“Relax.” I kept stroking him slowly, almost lazily, my fingers floating along the outline of his hardness and tracing the shape of his round head. “You said I could choose my reward.”

“I did say that.”

“Then I’ve made my choice,” I announced. “I’m not asking you to bare your soul to me. You can’t, and that’s fine.” I couldn’t do it either. “But I want your dick. Can you do that?”

He pressed his lips together and nodded.

“Okay, well.” The sand met my feet. “I’ve floated enough for one day.”

I stood up. Water dripped down my body. Each droplet felt like fingers caressing my breasts, stomach, and lower, urging me to pleasure.

Keeping my eyes on his face, I pulled on the string and undid his shorts.

Dipping my hand beneath the parted fabric, I brushed my fingertips over his steeled flesh, then braced it in my grasp, sliding my hand up and down.

A strangled groan rumbled in his throat.

“You challenged me to see how long I could float. I want to see how long you can last.”

Kneeling in three feet of water, I pulled down his swimsuit, and with a little help from him, wrestled it over his feet. Then I tossed the wet garment toward the beach.

“This is…” I mumbled, staring at his sex. “You are…”

Big? Gorgeous? Appetizing?

None of the words did him justice. Under the sunlight, I caught every detail: his large helmet, which may or may not fit in me; the thick blue veins that fueled its strength; and the hairless, corrugated sacks from where it sprang.

I met his eyes and saw my reflection in his dark aviators, the wild quality of my desire, the ferocity that propelled me to lick him like a popsicle from bottom to top.

His entire body shivered beneath my tongue.

I wrapped my fingers around his base, planted a kiss on his tip, and lapped at the little drop that bubbled there.

“Mmm.” I licked my lips and savored him. “I know what I want for lunch.”

“You’re a terror,” he managed, his voice strained. “A menace to civilized society and sensitive dicks everywhere.”

“I’m only interested in terrorizing your sensitive dick,” I shot back. “How about I suck your dick for ten minutes straight and see what happens?”

He opened his mouth to say something, but I closed my lips around him and sucked. I’d never been interested in doing this before, but Affie had often taken great pride in demonstrating her self-proclaimed “amazing” technique, illustrating with—what else?—a banana.

Back then, I’d snorted and pretended I had no interest in her demonstrations, but I was nothing if not a quick study, and I never forgot a lesson. Swirling my head, pressing my lips together, I licked his raised edges and tickled his slit with my tongue.

His hiss was the perfect sound effect for the flames devouring my pussy. I nibbled my way down his shaft, one side first, then the other, kissing the crooked veins adorning his flesh. As he trembled beneath my tongue, I realized I held one brawny part of Kai and yet I commanded his entire body.

I perched my mouth on top of his dick and slowly slid my pursed lips down his shaft.

I took more of him, enjoying the sensation of cradling his hardness between my tongue and my palate.

When he fisted his hands at his sides and groaned again, I pulled back, and tightening my mouth around his girth, plunged down his length until I swallowed at least half of him.

“Oh, fuck,” he rasped. “You feel good. Too good.”

Ever the overachiever, and intent on doing much better, I pulled back, then tightened my lips and plunged down again.

This time, I put my throat to good use. He was long, wide, and succulent.

His entire body felt like an extension of his erection.

He hissed, but he also kept his control, his knuckles tightening into his palms.

I needed a more persuasive technique.

I remembered Affie’s demos in lurid detail.

My sister could do a banana justice. Throating.

She said men couldn’t resist it. That was what it was going to take for me to claim my prize, defeat Kai’s control, and taste his intimate flavors.

The indecent slurping sounds that came from me as I worked my lips over him only added to my excitement.

“Fuck, Sorceress,” he breathed. “Your mouth is fucking amazing. You are amazing!”

I cupped his balls in my palm and worked my mouth over his hard flesh, angling my neck as necessary to take the whole of him.

I gagged quietly when the tip of his dick slid into my throat and poked down my gullet, but I loved the effect of my mouth on his sex, the rush of his silky cock as I gulped it down, and the strangled sounds that escaped his tightly pressed lips.

His hand came to rest on my nape. His hips moved cautiously, testing my range. I cupped the halves of his muscular ass in my hands and pressed him to me, gorging on his flesh, encouraging him to pump his glutes harder and fuck my throat.

He needed little encouragement. His fingers entwined with my hair and his body set the rhythm, but it was I who made him quake and rumble with pleasure.

Even though I kneeled in the water, my body burned with desire and my pussy throbbed, dripping with slick, hot moisture.

I fathomed that, anytime now, steam would rise from the ocean all around me.

“Cece?” Kai rasped, his taut body rising above me, his stare pleading. “You need to stop.”

“Stop?” I drew back, and pumping his dick in my hand, launched him an incredulous look. “Why?”

“Because…” His body shivered. “If you keep at it, I’m gonna make a mess in your mouth.”

“Make a mess in my mouth, Kai.” I flicked my tongue over his cockhead and slid my fist up and down his length. “Don’t hold back. You said I could have my reward, any reward I wanted. Well, this is what I want. I want to taste you. I need to taste you.”

His reaction was instantaneous. His hips swung back and forth, thrusting harder, faster.

I went from sucking him to him fucking my mouth.

The sound of his cock plunging in my mouth was nothing less than lewd, but I also found it thrilling.

I loved the passion that tightened his hold on my hair, the urgent need that propelled him in and out of my mouth, and the way his powerful glutes pumped beneath my hand as I urged him to dive deeper in my throat.