Page 30 of Kings & Chaos

I lifted my ass, and he slid the folded towel under my body, then grabbed one of the other ones and placed it behind me with a grin. “You’ll need that one in a minute.”

“Thanks.” I was still getting used to being so well taken care of by the three guys I’d thought were the world’s biggest dickbags two months earlier.

And I had to include Neo, much to my horror, because he’d looked after me in his own way.

Now that I was comfortable, Rock looked down at me with something like awe. “Fucking perfect. But still not enough.”

He slipped a couple fingers into my bikini bottom and tugged. The tie snapped and he threw it onto the patio with my top.

“There were ties on the side.” I wasn’t really complaining. I was desperate for his mouth or his dick, or preferably, all of the above.

“I’ll buy you ten more,” he said, his gaze still raking my body. “Worth it for the extra five seconds of looking at you.”

I guess I should have been shy about the fact that I was sprawled out on the edge of the hot tub, naked as a — what had Rock said? — a jaybird.

Whatever that meant.

The Kings’ house was basically all windows. Oscar and Neo would have gotten an eyeful if they’d been in the kitchen or upstairs hall and so much as glanced out the windows.

But somehow, I just didn’t fucking care.

He knelt on the hot tub bench and spread my legs, then licked his lips in anticipation like he was about to dig in to a five-star meal. Then he ran his thumb slowly through my cunt from one end to the other.

A moan escaped my mouth.

“I want to hear a lot more of that,” he growled, bending his head to the inside of one of my knees.

He worked his way up my inner thigh, kissing and nibbling, his hot tongue heavenly on my skin, cool from being exposed to the night air.

“Touch your pussy,” he ordered. “Show me how you like it.”

I hesitated, not because I’d never played with myself in front of a guy, but because I’d never been ordered to do it, had never thought too much about the fact that he might be watching.

But Rock was definitely watching, his hand slipping beneath the water to stroke himself as I moved my hand between my thighs to circle my clit while I supported my weight on one forearm.

“Jesus,” he groaned. “If I didn’t want to taste you so bad I could watch you do thatallfucking night.”

He reached for my hand and turned it over to kiss my palm. “Time to lay back and enjoy, kitten.”

I propped myself on both forearms, grateful for his foresight with the second towel, and he bent his head and ran his tongue almost from my ass to my clit.

I moaned from the ecstasy of it, the wet heat of his tongue on my cunt while the night air cooled the rest of my body, and sank down onto his mouth.

He spread me wide, tongue-fucking me while he made slow circles on my clit with his fingers. An orgasm was already building at the center of my body, sprinting toward the release that was guaran-fucking-teed if he kept doing what he was doing.

His face was buried in my pussy, lapping at me like he was dying of thirst and I was a well of clear, clean water, his fingers still working my clit while he covered my cunt with the warmth of his mouth and the leisurely strokes of his tongue.

I was moving with him, grinding my hips on his face without shame, the primal demands of my body overriding any self-consciousness I might have had about being bare-ass naked in full view of the house while he ate me out like a kid devouring a birthday cake.

I lifted my head to watch and grew even wetter. It was so hot to see his head between my thighs, his fingers and mouth working my pussy while the pleasure washed over me.

He stopped to look at me, like he sensed me watching him. “Oscar was right. You taste like fucking heaven.” He lowered his gaze to his fingers as he moved them in and out of my cunt. “Fuck, I love watching your pretty little pussy get so wet.”

Then his mouth was on my clit, his fingers working more urgently. I didn’t even flinch when he pressed one finger against the tight opening of my ass and began to rub. It was almost too much, his tongue making circles on my clit while his fingers moved in and out of my cunt, one finger massaging the place no man had ever touched.

I was out of my mind with pleasure, my body’s goal overriding everything but all the ways he could get me there. All it wanted was more.

More of Rock. More of what he was doing to me. His fingers and mouth everywhere all at once.

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