Page 18 of Something Real with the Sea Monster (Kraken Cove #3)

EIGHTEEN

Jack

My palms are actually sweating that night when Tegan messages to say she’s waiting downstairs. Wiping them on my jeans, I hurry down the stairs, going over the words I’ve rehearsed in my head a hundred times. Tegan, I haven’t been completely honest.

I frown.

That sounds so bad.

Maybe I have a confession. No. Too dramatic.

I still haven’t decided by the time I open the door, and for a long moment my tongue gets tied and I just stare at her in silent wonder.

Tegan has on leggings and a sports bra. Her hair is tied up into a long ponytail, and she’s wearing sneakers with crisp white socks pulled up over the leggings.

It’s not fancy. It doesn’t have to be. The fabric clings to every line of her body and makes me itch to touch her.

“Tegan, I—”

“Shhh.” She throws herself into my arms, clinging to my neck and wrapping her legs around me. “I said I was going for a run, so we don’t have long, and I don’t want to waste any time.”

I can’t respond because the next second her lips crash into mine and my instincts take over.

I flip us so I can press her against the wall, and I return her kiss with everything I have.

As soon as we start, it’s like we never stopped.

The energy between us is instantly at eleven out of ten.

I’m breathing hard, grinding a little as I tease my lips against hers, hard and aching against the fly of my jeans.

Tegan moans when I reach between us to cup her breast over the tight bra she has on. Her nipple is taut and peaked against the fabric, and I stroke and tease it until she makes a little whining sound in the back of her throat.

“Take me upstairs,” she gasps when I break away from her lips to taste her throat.

I obey, not putting her down, simply carrying her all the way to my bedroom, kicking the door closed and tossing her on the bed.

By the time I have my shoes off, she’s already peeling off the Lycra, tossing aside her bra, and lifting her hips to drag the leggings down over her ass, along with her underwear.

I’m not going to be the idiot who couldn’t wait long enough to get undressed again this time, so I force myself to slow down, to undo my jeans, to remove everything, including my socks.

I’ll tell her about the fated mates thing, I will.

I’ll just do it after I’ve made her come a few times.

That way she’s far more likely to respond well.

I tell myself this even as Tegan slips from the bed and drops to her knees in front of me. And then the virtuous part of my mind switches off for a good few minutes when I realize what she’s about to do.

I suck in a breath as she wraps her hand around me. She’s already stroking as she leans in close, and the smile she gives me alone might be enough to make me come instantly on another day.

Today is not that day. I’ve had a taste of what it’s like with her, so I have just enough control to breathe through it until the sensation has passed and I’m safe again.

Safe until she opens her mouth and licks up the underside of my shaft.

“Fuck!” My hands curl into fists, and I’m honestly not sure what to do with them. I’d like to touch her, but I don’t want to put her off. I do not want her to stop.

Thankfully Tegan resolves my dilemma by grabbing one of my hands and bringing it to her ponytail. Then she opens her mouth and slides her lips over my cock, and I nearly die.

I’ve imagined what this would feel like. I’ve wanked over porn like this in moments I’m not proud of. But none of it compares. Not even close.

Her soft little moan as she sucks on me nearly does me in.

She pulls back, flicking her eyes up to meet mine.

Then she uses her hand and mouth at the same time to work me until I’m leaking.

She pulls back and licks me again, and something in me snaps.

This time I’m no virgin. I’m not just going to sit back and let my mate pleasure me without doing anything for her in return.

“Can you do that while you’re on my face? ”

She pauses, quirking a brow up at me. “Oh really? You’re the expert now, huh?”

“Well no, I—” She does something with her tongue, and I momentarily lose the power to speak.

Tegan laughs. “I can absolutely do that if you like. Let’s move to the bed.”

Thank god. Because if she keeps that up too long, I’m going to spill in her mouth before I’ve even touched her properly.

I lie on the bed, and the moment she slings a leg over my face, I’m ready to call it.

This is my new favorite place to be. Tegan’s pussy hovers right over my mouth, her neat lower lips already damp with moisture.

Impatient, I reach up around her thighs and drag her down so I can taste the sweet salty flavor, have her right where she belongs.

Why didn’t I think of this straight away?

Why didn’t I try this the other day? I have a moment where I’m not sure if I know what I’m doing. Porn always makes this look so easy.

My mouth is open, and I use a kissing sort of motion to gather her flavor on my tongue, unable to help myself, but I have no idea if it’s doing anything for her.

I can’t ask her, though because my mouth is busy.

She wriggles a little, and I’m worried she’s about to ask me to let her up or tell me I’m no good at this.

Only then she stops. My tongue presses against the hard nub at the top of the v of her slit, and she lets out a long breathy sigh.

Encouraged, I tighten my grip. She relaxes onto me, and a moment later she’s rocking her hips, using my tongue to fuck herself.

My cock feels impossibly hard. I can’t see it, but I feel it jerk, aching for her touch. I’ve just decided it doesn’t matter. I can wait.

Then Tegan takes it in her hand, and the angle of her pussy changes as she leans forward and slides her mouth back over me.

Fuuuuuuuck.

Her taste is everywhere. Every breath is filled with her. Her little moans fill my ears. Her lips are soft and slick on my hot shaft, and the slide of her tongue over me is all life’s sweetest moments boiled down into one.

This is all I need. Right here. I could stay here forever. I just need to convince Tegan we belong together. Cause I most definitely belong to her. She’s marked her territory. There’s no going back for me. I need a way to show her I wouldn’t let her down. Not like all the other guys.

My orgasm rises to the surface again. My balls tighten. I hold it off, refusing to give in, needing to be better than last time. Needing each and every time to be better. More passionate, more explosive.

Lucky my mouth is busy, or I’d probably be blurting out all this sappy stuff she’s not ready for. Only I can’t help the way my feelings take me over every time I’m around her. Every time she lets me in a little.

Somehow I find the willpower to roll us and move away from her mouth. I need more time to concentrate on doing this right. Positioning myself between her legs, I look up at her. “Tell me how to make you come.”

I’m about to lower my head again, but she stops me. “I can’t come like that. Not usually. Fuck me with your fingers.”

Immediately I bring one finger to her opening.

It’s slick but so tight I’m worried I’ll hurt her.

Very slowly I press it in, and she groans.

Inside she’s snug and warm; her walls hug my finger.

I begin to move it in and out of her, slowly at first, but faster as I watch her reaction.

Instinctively I withdraw and add another.

“Yes. Like that.”

Encouraged, I stroke them in and out, noticing the texture of her pussy, the spongey inner wall. When I press a little more firmly on her upper wall, she grabs my hand.

“Just like that.”

Experimentally I curl my fingers more, applying pressure as I stroke.

Tegan cries out.

I move faster, making short, fast thrusts the way I would if I was stroking my cock.

She moans. She grabs the sheets. Her head is back. Her eyes are pressed shut. Her whole body is trembling.

She’s close!

Determined, I keep going, remembering what she said about not changing anything. But after a little while, she’s still hanging on the edge. The sweet taste of her lingers on my lips, and I can’t help myself. I must have another taste. Just a little.

Dipping my head, I lap at her clit while I keep working her pussy.

Tegan grabs my hair, pulling me close. I increase the pressure of both, keeping my rhythm the same. Suddenly she bucks under me. I feel her pussy squeeze around my fingers.

There’s a gush of moisture and everything happens at once.

My body shifts, legs splitting into tentacles that instantly go roaming everywhere I can reach.

Tegan convulses beneath me. She comes around my fingers, and I keep drinking her juices until the orgasm seems to end.

I slow.

She looks up, blinking. “You’re a fast learner,” she says with a grin.