Page 19 of Rooting for Kiran (The Mate-Cute #1)

THEA

Once Kiran enters the living room, he relaxes himself into the chaise. His legs dangle over the edge a bit, due to his height, and he waves me over to sit between them.

I hand him a spoon and lay a blanket over his lap before cuddling in, taking another spoonful of the Neapolitan ice cream once I’m settled.

“Why did you only put the blanket over me?” he asks.

I hold up the pint so he can take a spoonful next. “Because I have no underwear on, and I didn’t want to put my bare ass on the couch.”

He laughs against me, and I can’t help but close my eyes and smile at how good it feels.

Kiran is so warm, funny, sweet, and authentic. Whatever it is about him, I have felt safe from the very moment I laid eyes on him, even when he was basically chewing me out for injuring a precious plant.

Taking another large spoonful, he moans a little as he puts it in his mouth. “A Neapolitan girl, huh? I feel like that’s a very uncommon flavor.”

“I agree.” I nod. “And I don’t understand why. I mean, the three main flavors of ice cream, all put into one? How can you possibly go wrong?”

“You can’t,” he agrees. “This was a good choice. Better than what I brought.”

I lean to face him. “What did you bring?”

He grimaces. “Butter pecan and mint chocolate chip.”

“Ew, Kiran! Those are senior citizen flavors.”

We finish off the pint fairly quickly, thanks to Kiran’s large scoops. He takes the empty container from me, putting the lid back on and setting it and our licked-clean spoons on the table that runs along the back of the couch before grabbing both of my hands in one of his and holding them above our heads.

I can’t help but squeal. “Kiran!”

“What did you call my ice cream flavors?”

My attempts to break free are futile. Not that I’m trying all that hard, because I’m definitely getting turned on, yet again.

“Senior citizen flavors.”

His free hand cups one of my breasts, and he pinches at my nipple through the fabric of his shirt I’m wearing. Then his mouth is against my ear. “That’s not very nice, Thea. What do you think naughty girls like yourself should get for being so mean?”

Oh . I think I’m going to like this game. “An orgasm?”

He licks up the column of my neck before nipping at my earlobe. “You do, huh? I’d have to agree, but you’re going to have to show me.”

Now I really do try to break free, because I have no clue what that means, but my strength is nothing compared to his.

Kiran kisses along my jaw before putting his mouth to my ear again. “I’m going to take this shirt off of you, Thea. Then I’m going to free your hands so you can bring yourself to orgasm.”

“Wait, what?”

“You heard me.” He pulls the shirt over my head before releasing my hands to take it the rest of the way off. “I want to watch you touch yourself, sweet girl.”

That’s not what I was expecting him to say. “Um… I—”

I attempt to argue, but the way Kiran is sucking on my neck, cupping both of my breasts, and playing with my nipples makes me lose my train of thought.

“What was that, baby?”

A moan breaks free as I lean my head back into his chest. “Kiran, uh. I want you to touch me.” My words come out between choppy breaths. “Please.”

Freeing one of my breasts, he brings that hand to the back of my neck, moves my hair over my shoulder, and kisses just beneath my hairline as he breathes in deep. “And I want to watch you touch yourself. For me. Please ?”

Kiran takes one of my hands in his as the other continues kneading my chest and trails our hands down my stomach, over my mound, and between my legs. Leaving my hand there, Kiran spreads my legs further apart and then places his hand back over mine.

He takes my middle finger and presses it directly to my clit. “Thea, I know for a fact you touch yourself. So, show me what you do when no one is around. Let me see how you make yourself come undone.”

Slowly, I swirl my finger over my swollen bud, but my self-consciousness sinks in. “I don’t know, Kiran. I feel weird about this.”

“Why?”

“I’m kinda embarrassed? I don’t know…”

Kiran kisses the back of my head. “Don’t be, baby. I promise you, I’ve wanted to watch this since the moment I laid eyes on you. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. You’re gorgeously sexy, and you’re safe with me.”

Within two seconds, I throw caution to the wind, settle into Kiran’s body, and close my eyes. Just like I always do, I dip my middle finger down to gather some of my wetness that I then drag up to my clit before rubbing in small circles again.

It doesn’t take long to work myself up to making sounds, because there’s something about knowing Kiran is watching me pleasure myself that riles me up.

“Fuck,” I whisper, the pressure inside my body rising. “Mmm. Yes.”

Kiran groans above me, his cock growing harder and harder with each passing minute. “Fuck, Thea. Keep going.”

I do.

Adding a second finger, I swirl around and around my clit as Kiran palms my breasts again, his hips slightly bucking up against my back to gain some friction.

“I’m getting close,” I tell him. “Uh, Kiran. I’m almost there.”

“Yes, sweet girl. Fuck yes. Come for me, baby. Now .”

The pressure swirls in my belly, and then my body twitches and convulses as the waves of my orgasm crash through me over and over again. All the while, Kiran holds me to him, kissing and nipping at my ear and neck as my body begins to relax into post-orgasmic bliss.

“Thea,” he murmurs.

I lick my lips as my eyes remain closed. “Hmm?”

“That was the hottest thing I’ve watched in my entire life.”

I chuckle. “You’ve never watched porn, Kiran?”

“Porn could never compare, baby. No way in hell.”

After using the blanket to wipe myself off, I fold it in half, turn to face Kiran, and sit down…naked. “You know what this means, big guy?”

He tilts his head in question.

“Your turn.”