Cruel Shame (Knights of Templar Academy #3) - Sofia Daniel Page 0,38

he rasped, his legs still straddling mine.

Licking my lips, I dropped my gaze to the bulge in his crotch. “I could suck you off.”

Kendrick’s lips parted, and his breath came in heavy pants. “You would do this?”

“Only if you returned the favor.”

As if jolted by electricity, Kendrick shouldered off his jacket and tossed it off the side of the bed. It fell onto the floor with a soft thud. I leaned forward, slipped off my jacket and placed it on the bedside rug.

“Allow me.” Kendrick slipped his fingers beneath my sweater and pulled it over my shoulders, making sure not to jostle the bandages around my arms. He placed the garment on a side table and stared at my breasts.

I glanced down, sending Gideon a silent word of thanks for the Victoria’s secret balconette bra with Chantilly lace cups.

“You are perfection.” He leaned down and kissed the tops of my breasts, sending tiny jolts of pleasure into my nipples. His lips grazed the bra’s lace edges, and his fingers fumbled with the straps.

I reached beneath his sweater and pulled the tails of his shirt from out of his pants. “Take it off.”

“Eager?” He pulled off his sweater and unbuttoned his shirt.

I placed my hands on my hips and smirked. “So what if I am?”

His lips spread into a grin that made him look like Maxwell. “Then I had better give the lady what she wants.”

We undressed each other in a rush of groaning bedsprings, creaking bed frames and hands fumbling over clasps and buckles and buttons until we were both pawing at each other’s naked bodies.

Kendrick kissed me with a hunger that made my blood roar. All the moisture left my throat and rushed between my folds. My body ached, throbbed, yearned for that glorious organ to plunder my insides, but I wouldn’t be the girl who pushed a virgin beyond their limits.

“Show me what you like,” he whispered into my ear.

I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his long, thick dick.

He grabbed my wrist. “Ladies first.”

My heart skittered. The only time a guy ever offered me pleasure and wanted nothing in return was that time after cooking club, when Orlando went down on me, wanting to make a point.

“Alright then.” I settled myself on the nest of pillows. “Do you want to learn how to make a girl climax?”

His gaze lingered on the patch of curls between my legs. “Very much.”

I parted my thighs, making his mouth go slack. “Lucky for you, I’m feeling very generous. Now you’ll get a lesson and penance.”

Chapter Seventeen

Kendrick rested his hands on my parted knees, his thumbs caressing my inner thighs. Heavy breaths gusted in and out of his flared nostrils, and he met my eyes with a raised brow and pursed lips. “Are you sure about this?”

“Sure about wanting to be pleasured?” I wiggled my hips and grinned.

His tongue darted out to lick his lips, and he swept his gaze down from my face, over my body and to the juncture of my thighs. Swallowing hard enough to bob his Adam’s apple up and down, he exhaled a ragged breath.

I rose from the nest of pillows and furrowed my brows. Why the delay? His dick was as hard as it could get, glistening with unshed precum, and quivering on the verge of erupting. After what he said earlier about wanting to learn, I thought he’d be all over me by now.

The fireplace cracked and popped, and realization swirled around my thick head in the warm breeze. I’d bet Elizabeth never allowed him to go this far. No, she reserved activities like this for Myra Highmore.

“Why don’t you start by kissing the inside of my thigh,” I said.

“Alright,” he said with a soft nod.

Kendrick wrapped a large hand around my right thigh, lowered his head to my knee and pressed a soft kiss on my flesh.

I let my eyes flutter shut as he ran the fingertips of one hand up and down my right thigh. This was going to be nice and slow, not the frenzied slobbering my friends described from the times they’d been with virgins.

With each of Kendrick’s kisses up my inner thigh, he parted my legs further to allow more space for his head and then his broad shoulders. My pulse pounded with anticipation, and my chest rose and fell with rapid breaths. Every press of his lips, every caress of those fingers drove me into a frenzy until I clamped my teeth together to stop myself from screaming