Page 18 of Rooting for Kiran (The Mate-Cute #1)

KIRAN

Between Thea’s mouth licking and sucking my cock, her wandering hands, and the delicious work I’m putting in on her, I’m learning that sixty-nine has a lot of things to focus on.

It’s pleasing to hear just how much she likes this too. Every time I even lick or nip at her bud, she moans around my shaft, inching me closer and closer to release.

Pushing a finger inside her wet heat, I place the tip of my tongue directly on her clit, already anticipating the noises I’ll earn from my girl as the roots work in tandem with my licks.

One vibrating lick is all it takes to have her bucking against my face and moaning, the reverberations dancing along my dick.

“Yeah? You like that, baby?”

She answers with a short moan—it almost sounds…frustrated—and nudges my lips with her pussy, begging me for more stimulation.

And that’s exactly what I give her.

I push a second finger into her core, thrusting in and out at a steady pace as my other hand travels down her body, where I pinch one of her nipples between two of my fingers.

Then I lick and suck at her swollen clit like a man lost in a desert who’s just found his only source of water to survive off of.

All of this has Thea picking up speed as she works her mouth and tongue on and around my cock, toying with my balls in one of her hands.

We’re both close. I know she can feel my balls drawing up closer and closer to my body, and I can feel the way her muscles are squeezing tighter and tighter around my fingers like a vise.

I pull my mouth away from her core for just a second. “Thea, baby. I need you to come all over me, okay?”

“Yes, Kiran. Fuck, yes. At the same time.”

Our mouths are back on each other.

I’m thrusting into her mouth as she rides my face.

Moans and muffled words bounce off every surface of the room until…

Both of us come undone at the same time.

My seed spurts into her mouth, and her tongue rubs against my shaft as she swallows it down with precision.

Meanwhile, I lap up her juices as they slowly slide down my fingers and between her lips.

“So good, sweet girl. You taste so fucking good,” I praise her.

Thea carefully releases me, her breathing heavy and labored. “Kiran, I don’t know what to say.”

I give her ass a playful slap. “What do you mean?”

“That was the best face-fucking of my entire life.”

“Well, Thea.” I give her pussy one last peck. “I’d gladly do that every day of the week if you asked me to.”

She laughs as she maneuvers herself from above me to beside me, lying on my chest as I wrap an arm around her.

Cuddling is one of my favorite things, and the fact that I’m getting to cuddle my mate? Pure perfection.

If only she knew what she was to me.

If only I knew she wanted me the same way that I want her.

Maybe I’ll get the chance to tell her someday…

I just hope it doesn’t scare her away.

As my body changed back into its human form, Thea slept for thirty minutes while snuggled close to me. The restful sound of her quiet breathing nearly lulled me to sleep as well, but I didn’t want to miss any time with her, especially if this might be it.

Who am I to assume that something will come of it just because she let me in tonight? No one. Assuming is a one-way ticket to heartbreak.

“Kiran?” her delicate voice whispers.

I continue my gentle strokes up and down her arm. “Yes, sweet girl?”

She tilts her face up to look at mine. “I broke Willy again.”

Laughter spills out of me, her head bouncing up and down with the shaking of my chest. “Yeah, I saw that. Thought maybe you were taking out some anger on me through Willy or something.”

“No.” She bats at my pec. “But do you think you can fix him? Ya know…again?”

I flatten out my arm so Thea can roll out of bed and follow after her. She pulls on my T-shirt that reaches past her bottom, and I yank on my underwear and jeans.

In the kitchen, I get to work on healing the plant, my fingers glowing with highlighter-yellow power.

While the power works its magic, Thea peers into the paper bag I brought.

“Shit,” I half-yell, startling her from her inquisition. “That needed to go in the freezer!”

“Look away,” she orders, crinkling the bag and holding it behind her back.

I do, listening intently for her next move, which involves the thud of a trash can lid and footsteps back to my side.

She kisses my shoulder before opening the freezer, the chilly air reaching up and through the fibers of my jeans. “Do you like ice cream?”

My eyes drift right to hers. “Yes, that’s why—”

“Good thing you came tonight.” She cuts me off. “My grocery pickup is for tomorrow, and I need to get rid of this pint. I’ll grab two spoons and meet you on the couch, okay?”

Warm, hopeful feelings swim in my chest as she leaves the room, taking my heart with her. I could get used to this. I could get used to her.

To us .