Page 20 of Rooting for Kiran (The Mate-Cute #1)
KIRAN
“I think I’d rather just fuck you to another orgasm,” I reply. “Come here.”
She shakes her head at me, her eyes sweeping me up and down in my now-transformed body. “Show me, Kiran. Show me how you play with your cock when no one’s around.”
The way her tongue swipes out to lick along the seam of her mouth, the tip slightly cupping her top lip, has me heaving a heavy breath.
I lock my eyes on hers as I unbutton and unzip my pants, lifting my hips up just a little to shimmy my jeans down until my cock springs free.
It’s hard, throbbing, and standing at attention, putting on a show as Thea stares down at it as if it’s her next meal.
Grasping my dick in my hand, I swirl the pad of my thumb around the tip of my head, rolling the drop of precum around the crown before I apply pressure and give my penis one long, slow pump to the base of my shaft.
My balls are already beginning to pull up toward my body because of the way Thea watches me.
Moving closer, she pulls my pants and underwear the rest of the way off before lying on her stomach between my legs.
Her tits are bolstered up with the pressure of the cushion, which has my mouth dropping open.
“Damn, Thea. Your tits. Mmm.”
“You like them being so close to your hard cock, Kiran?” She lowers her mouth to the top of my thighs, peppering kisses on one and then the other. “Stroke yourself, baby. I want you to come on me.”
Hearing those words fall from her lips is all it takes for me to pick up the pace. It never takes me long to work myself over, and now that the woman plastered in all my recent fantasies is perched up in between my legs, I know it will take even less time than normal.
“Spit on it, sweet girl.”
She crawls closer, hanging her head over the tip of my cock and slowly letting some saliva drip onto it. The wetness slides down, over, and in between my fingers, and I have to lay my head back against the couch and close my eyes for a second to gather myself. And while I do, I work her spit over me, pumping up and down with renewed ease now that I have some lubrication.
I snap my head back up and lock eyes with her, showing her exactly how I like to pleasure myself when I’m alone. Stroking from base to tip, I pump faster and faster, moans and groans spilling from my mouth.
“Uhhh, fuck. Yes. Damn it. Thea, turn over for me, sweet girl. Uh, I need to come on those perfect tits, baby. Hurry.”
Thea quickly turns over, pushing her tits together with her hands as I lean up and over her, planting my free hand beside her hip. She leans her head up to kiss my balls, and I come so hard, I see stars.
My cum spurts onto her chest, dripping down her cleavage, and if I could come a second time this soon, I fucking would. Especially when Thea begins rubbing my release all over her breasts, smoothing it over her skin like a lotion.
One of her fingers scoops some up and smears it on her tongue while I watch. She closes her mouth around it and sucks it off with a pop.
“I think you should sit back down, Kiran.”
Still peering down at her, I arch a brow. “Because?”
She shoots me a sinful smirk. “Because I’d like to go for a ride.”
Thirty minutes and another orgasm for each of us later, Thea and I have cleaned up, showered, and crawled our way back into her bed.
Her long hair is silky and damp as I run my fingers through it.
“Thea, would you like to go on a date with me?”
She titters. “A bit late for a date, don’t ya think?”
Even though she’s not looking at me, I roll my eyes. “It’s never too late for one. We’re allowed to be a little unconventional.”
“Okay,” she agrees, smiling against my chest. “This coming weekend. A date. Me and you.”
“I have to wait the whole week?”
She cuddles closer, her body molding against mine, beginning to melt into me as exhaustion sets in. “Well, yeah. I’m a busy woman. I’ve gotta make it through the week first.”
That’s what I like about Thea. She is a strong, independent, hard-working woman. It seems to me that she’s been doing life alone for a long time, and while I’d never snuff out that spark, I hope that someday I can convince her it’s okay to receive help.
Strong, hyper-independent people deserve love, too—if they want it.
And damn it, I hope she wants it.