“Is that all you—” Kate started to ask.
My mouth was on hers before the last word was spoken, and I made an embarrassing desperate noise when her lips parted and she let me inside.
She tasted like ginger, probably from the cookies she had brought with her that morning, and for some reason it ratcheted up my desire until I was practically shaking.
My hands were shaky as they raced over her, one making its way to the ponytail at the back of her head and the other sliding down until it reached that sweet spot just below her ass. My fingers wrapped around her thigh as she whimpered into my mouth and tried to climb me, and without thought I jerked her leg high onto my hip.
Shit. She was so hot. I could feel it through her pants. For the second time in my life, I thanked God for yoga pants and slid my hand down the back of them, not stopping until I found where she was soaking wet.
Her hips tipped back, trying to get more room, and I tore my mouth from hers so I could catch my breath.
“Please don’t stop,” she begged as she rolled her hips against my hand.
“Lift your shirt,” I ordered frantically, trying to get at everything at once. I needed it all. I needed it right that second.
Instead of lifting the tank top she had on, she slipped her arms out of the straps and carefully pulled it below her breasts. No bra. Thank fuck. I slid my hand out of the back of her pants and instantly shoved it back down the front, finding her clit and pinching it between my fingers as I bent down.
“Careful, please,” she warned, jerking back as I went for her breasts.
“I’ll be soft. You took out the rings,” I mumbled, slowing to take her right nipple gently into my mouth.
“I thought I probably should,” she replied, arching her back.
“You took out this one, too,” I said, pressing two fingers deep inside her and pressing down hard with my thumb on her clit. “I liked ’em.”
“Shit,” she moaned, bending her knees so she could press down on my fingers inside her. “It’s not enough.”
“It’s enough.”
“No, I’m so close. God. It’s not—”
I bit down on her nipple then, careful of how sensitive she seemed to be, and she came, gasping and shuddering as my hand between her legs became drenched in her.
I pulled my hand from her slowly, running my fingers over everything I could reach, then lifted it and put those two fingers in my mouth.
She tasted different than I remembered. Maybe even better.
She was going for my utility belt when the sound of little feet stomping up the stairs reached our ears.
Holy fuck.
We scrambled to get decent, her pulling her tank top back over her hard-tipped breasts, and me reaching inside my pants to pull up my painfully tight dick and hide it underneath my belt, loosening my undershirt so it would fall over everything. Fuck, that hurt.
“I’m hungry!” Keller yelled as he came to the doorway.
“Okay, bud. I’ll be down in just a sec,” Kate said awkwardly.
“I’m really hungry,” he insisted.
“We’ll be right down, bud,” I said in my dad voice, warning him with just my tone that the conversation was finished.
“Okay.” He spun on his heel and went barreling back down the stairs with all the grace of an elephant, and then there we were, standing a few feet apart and completely uncomfortable.
“Fuck,” I mumbled, running my hands over my face, which just made things infinitely worse because they smelled like Kate.
“That was fun,” she said with a smirk, looking anywhere but at my face.
“For you maybe,” I grumbled, making her laugh a little.
“Poor baby. You need some relief?” She walked to the doorway and called down to Sage. “How’s it going, sis?”
“Watching cartoons!” Sage yelled from downstairs.
“Okay, we’ll be down in a minute,” Kate yelled back before closing the door to my room quietly and locking it.
“What are we doing?” I asked, knowing whatever we were doing was an extremely bad idea.
“You’re not doing anything,” she said, reaching for my belt. “You’re just going to stand there.”
She dropped to her knees then, and as much as my conscience was telling me to walk the fuck out of that room, the rest of me was saying that if I stopped her, I was going to break down in tears.
She had my belt and the buttons to my trousers undone in seconds and pulled my boxers down until they were tucked under my balls at the tops of my thighs.
“My exceptionally forgiving gag reflex is on the fritz,” she warned before sticking out her tongue to swipe at the head of my cock. “You’ll just have to take what I can give you.”
I didn’t know why her words were so hot, but I didn’t really care, either, because she was sucking me into her mouth and using one of her hands to slide along with her lips, and I swore it was one of the best blow jobs I’d ever had even though she didn’t take me in very deep.