Page 78 of Kings & Corruption

I thought he was being his usual flirtatious self, but his expression was serious, the air charged with tension as his gaze dropped to my mouth. He was going to kiss me, and that was going to make things hella complicated… but that didn’t mean I didn’t want him to kiss me.

I was fuckingdesperatefor Rock Barone to kiss me, and I had the throbbing pussy to prove it, but I wanted to clear the air about Oscar first.

“You don’t… mind?” I asked. “About Oscar?”

“Oh, I’m jealous as fuck that he got the privilege of making you come before I did,” he said. “But we’re all adults, and I’m happy to share.Morethan happy.”

His looked into my eyes, his emphasis on the wordmoremaking his meaning clear.

Fuck me. I was more than a little worried that fucking Oscar and Rock separately would permanently alter my brain function, turning me into some kind of sex-crazed zombie, but fucking both of them at the same time?

My panties were instantly wet, need beating out a drumbeat in my veins.

“And this is something you’ve done before?” I asked. “Shared?”

An unfamiliar swell of jealousy threatened to claw its way up my throat, but I forced it down. I had no right and I knew it.

His thumb was still working its magic on the back of my neck and I imagined what it would feel like to feel his fingers inside me.

My breath quickened, and I pressed my thighs together to stop the throbbing in my pussy.

Down, girl.

“We don’t need to talk about anything that’s happened before. You’re different. If we share you, it won’t be just for fun.” He laughed, low and sexy. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’ll be a hell of a lot of fun, but not just that.”

“What then?” I wasn’t looking to get married, but I was curious. I wanted him to verbalize the attraction that had developed between us, attraction that had morphed way too quickly into actual affection.

“I don’t know,” he murmured, staring into my eyes. “But I’m ready to find out.”

I barely had time to register the words before he leaned in and captured my mouth in a languid kiss that sucked all the air out of my lungs.

I sighed into his mouth, opening to him as light exploded behind my closed eyelids, and turned my body to get better access as our tongues sparred, threading my fingers into his long blond hair.

He groaned and slid his hand into the hair at the back of my head, angling my face to take the kiss deeper, sweeping my mouth with his tongue until he let out a groan of frustration against my lips.

“Not enough,” he grunted, using his left hand to slide the driver’s seat farther back. He put pressure on the back of my neck, making it clear what he wanted. “Get your sweet ass over here, kitten.”

I climbed over the console and straddled him with the steering wheel at my back, totally oblivious to the very real possibility of someone walking by and seeing me dry humping Rock Barone in the front seat of the Audi.

“That’s more like it,” he murmured against my lips.

And this time, there was nothing languid about the kiss. It was bruising and demanding, his tongue occupying my mouth as his hands traveled over my shoulders and tits, down to the hem of my blouse.

“Fuck, you taste good,” he muttered, sliding his hands up under my shirt. “Like strawberries and cream.”

“Are you thinking about food while you kiss me?” I asked, holding his face in my hands.

His chuckle was so fucking sexy a fresh surge of wetness dampened my panties. “It’s not food I’m thinking about eating.”

The words sparked a fire between my legs and I settled more firmly on top of the thick, granite-like bulge between his thighs, moaning into his mouth as he thumbed my nipples over my bra.

I was damn near ready to strip right there, residents of Blackwell Falls be damned. My pussy was clamoring for his cock, so close and yet so far away as he moved his hips with only our jeans between us.

He lifted my shirt and closed his mouth around one of my nipples, sucking it through my bra. The heat of his mouth was so close to my bare skin it sent shudders of ecstasy through my body, and I slid my hands under his shirt, letting my fingers map the peaks and valleys of his muscled chest as he sucked and licked my nipple.

He clamped his hands around my ass and scooted me even harder against him. I moaned as his dick pressed against my throbbing core, and I rocked my hips against him without thinking, my body seeking out the orgasm promised by his mouth and hands.

“That’s it,” he coaxed, lifting his mouth from my tit. “Grind on me, Kitten. Use me.”

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