Torment Her (Rebels At Sterling Prep #5) - Caitlyn Dare Page 0,67

me. "The way your skin glistens, it makes me want to run my tongue over every inch of you."

My mouth waters and I swallow, her eyes dropping to where my Adam's apple bobs.

"It makes me want to find every single way to make you feel good. To make you forget about everything." Her eyes hold mine. "Everything apart from the two of us. Because when we're together, the rest of the world shouldn't exist."

I part my lips to respond, but she places two fingers against them and shakes her head.

"Don't talk. Don't think. Don't do anything."

One second, she's gazing up at me, her breasts brushing my chest with her closeness, and the next she’s dropping to her knees before me and pulling my shorts over my hips.

"Ken—" Her eyes fly to mine, cutting off my warning.

"What did I just say?" She quirks a brow and I slam my lips shut.

My head falls back against my mirror, my eyes closing as her small hand wraps around my hard length. My teeth grind as the sensation of her starting to jack me off flows through me.

"Just relax. I've got you," she whispers before the gentle lick of her tongue makes my hips thrust forward.

"Ken—"

"Trust me, Con. I won't let you do anything I don't want."

My jaw pops as I try to keep my head and allow her to do this. My fists clench, although I'm not sure if it's with my need to slide my fingers into her hair and pull her closer, forcing her to take me in her mouth, or to pull her away.

My head is so fucked up.

But the second she does slide forward, capturing me with her hot, velvety tongue, all thoughts fall from my head.

"Yessss," I hiss, and I swear she smiles around me.

Unable to keep my eyes closed and only imagining exactly how she looks right now on her knees before me, I drag my head forward and stare down at her.

"Fuck, Kenny."

"It's okay," she whispers once she's pulled back.

"I know. Fuck, I know. Keep going."

She flashes me a wicked smile and takes me back in her mouth.

"I'm not going to last," I admit with a wince.

"You don't have to. You don't need to impress me, Conner. You just need to be you."

"I love—fuuuck." My words are lost as I hit the back of her throat. She takes me deeper than she did in the cinema, and in only a few seconds I shoot my load down her throat.

I stare down at her in total awe as she wipes her thumb across the pillow of her bottom lip before sucking it into her mouth.

Slowly, she pushes to stand, her body brushing mine and making my cock stir back to life. Her fingers grip my chin and she squeezes until my bottom lip pops out.

"Now," she says, staring right into my eyes and not allowing me an inch of room to argue. "Now it's my turn."

Reaching up, she sucks my bottom lip into her mouth and runs the tip of her tongue along it. Then she sinks her teeth into the soft flesh.

My eyes widen in shock as the bolt of pain goes straight for my cock.

She pulls back slightly. "You don't have to fuck me. You don't even have to touch me. Well, not with anything other than your tongue. Okay?"

She doesn't wait for a response. Instead, she starts walking backward. Her hips sway and her tits bounce until her calves hit the edge of the weight bench and she lowers down to sit on it.

She rests back on her palms and opens her legs wide.

"What are you waiting for, Jagger?"

"I..." I hesitate—not because I'm scared, but because I'm fucking speechless. "You're fucking amazing, you know that, right?"

She shrugs one shoulder and waits.

Dropping my shorts, knowing they'll only irritate the shit out of me, I kick them off and walk over to her.

"I fucking love you, Kennedy Lowe."

I drop to my knees, keeping my hands locked on my thighs, and run my nose through her folds, breathing in her sweetness.

My mouth waters for a taste of her, and, without thinking or worrying about anything, I lick up the length of her, allowing her taste to explode in my mouth.

"Yes, Conner. Yes," she cries, her back arching as her head falls back in pleasure.

I up the pressure on her clit, circling it and sucking it into my mouth.

My cock aches with the need for another release, so instead of touching her, I wrap my fist around my