Page 58 of Kissing Games
She was lost, bewildered. How many more could he have slept with? Five million?
He held up a fist, extended his thumb, then the rest of his fingers in turn. ‘Jennifer, Katie, Lisa, Caitlin and Caroline. Five.’
Her mouth opened but her brain failed to find any words.
He brought his hands back to the insides of her legs, scoring his nails up and down the fabric of her jeans. ‘Is that a problem?’
‘Er, ah!—’ she broke off as he grazed the apex of her thighs. How could she think? How could she process what he had said when he didthat?
‘Fuck!’ he exhaled roughly. He took a breath and held it, the muscles of his face and neck straining. He looked in pain. He let out a long, slow stream of air as if trying to hold onto his sanity. ‘Do you think, Valentina, that once I see you naked, I won’t want to be here any more?’
Uncertainty flickered like a cold flame and his expression changed.
‘Have men treated you badly in the past?’
She didn’t know how to respond. Had Bryce? Or had it been her fault?
‘Those arseholes didn’t deserve you.’ His face was tight. ‘But I’m glad they fucked up.’
She sucked in a shocked gasp.
‘I’m glad,’ he continued, ‘because it means I’m here with you now and they’re not. And if those wankers have set the bar so fucking low you’re worried about me seeing your insanely hot body, then anything I can do is an improvement.’
He took her hand and put it on the outside of his jeans. She trembled. He was so hard, so big. His length reached the waistband of his trousers.
‘Do you doubt how you make me feel?’ he asked. His large hand covered hers, squeezing, stroking. The heat was burning through the thin layer of denim.
‘Iwantto see you,’ he growled.
She swallowed, adrenaline coursing through her.
His eyes held hers. ‘I want to see your skin flush. I want to watch you lose control. I want to watch you come.’ He squeezed harder over his rock-hard shaft and she laboured to breathe. He looked on the edge of losing it. ‘Do you believe me?’
She nodded.
He shuffled back and her hand fell to rest on his thigh. He bent one of her legs. ‘Would you be okay if I took off a sock?’
She nodded again, watching, mesmerised as he pulled it off and massaged her foot with warm, strong strokes. She offered her other leg for him and he removed the sock, taking a foot in each hand. Both legs were bent, her feet centimetres from where he was pressing against his jeans. Her heart hammered as she pushed back against his touch, bringing the soles of her feet either side of his cock. It was longer than her foot. He held the tops of her feet lightly, letting her lead, his breathing terse and shallow.
She stroked her feet up and down his hard length, then brought her big toe over the top of his jeans, touching the hot wet head, the slit soaked with precum. Panting now, his hands were balled into tight fists, digging into the front of his thighs. She made a soft, needy sound in the back of her throat and felt his cock twitch. He closed his eyes tightly and lifted his chin, the tendons in his neck vibrating like piano wire.
‘Fuck!’ he growled.
Valentina took her chance and reached forward, snapping the top button of his jeans and pulling the zipper down. She fell back into the pillows as his cock sprung free. He let out a guttural cry and her breath caught in her throat. She stared at it. It was long, thick and hard with need. The head large and engorged, the skin tight and glossy with his arousal. His balls were drawn up into his curly brown hair and she could now see the head of the dragon. Its mouth was open and it looked like it was about to bite down on the base of his shaft. Without thinking, she brought her feet either side of his cock and dragged them up and down, running her toe through the deep slit at the top, coating the whole of his cock with precum. His eyes were still tightly closed, his face scrunched up. Her heart was beating so fast, pounding out against her chest. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. She was bringing him pleasure. And with her feet? Nervous thrills spiralled and spun inside her.
Charlie wrenched away, his arms braced on his thighs, his head lowered, his body fighting for control.
He looked up. ‘Please, can I take off your jeans?’ He sounded desperate.
Her heart thumped into her throat. She nodded.
He undid the top button, tore down the zipper and pulled her jeans down and off. He brought them up to his face and breathed in her scent. Her breath stopped with a gasp. What was he doing? He took another long breath, then dropped his eyes to her plain white panties. Her hands shot to cover her crotch. He brought a finger to the outer edge of her hip, pushing it under the side of her knickers.
‘Breathe,’ he whispered.
Her breath returned in deep gulps. Was it possible to feel so much and not die?
Charlie tugged at the underwear. ‘Can I take these off?’
