“Are you hungry?” I let go of her and take a step back. “I was just about to finish this off with a couple pieces of toast.”
“Famished.” She nods. “But no toast for me, I’m trying to stay away from carbs—I have to look good in my uniform.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I scoff. “You’re beautiful, and a piece of toast isn’t going to change that.”
“Thank you.” She blushes. “Okay, fine. I’ll have toast…”
“White bread too. None of that wheat bread shit.” I grab a couple pieces of bread and toss them in the toaster.
I get the bread toasted, drop them on our plates, and add some butter so it will melt while they’re still hot. I scoop out a generous portion of eggs, several pieces of bacon, and refill our coffee before I finally sit down across from Kiana.
“Do you eat like this every morning?” She blinks a couple of times.
“No, not usually.” I laugh under my breath. “But we both worked up an appetite last night.”
“Yes, we did.” Kiana’s eyes flicker, and she grins.
We make small talk over breakfast. The food is definitely heavier than the conversation. We’re going to have to talk about a few things, before I leave for the office. I don’t want her on the stage tonight. I don’t want her behind the curtain with anyone else. I want her here. In my arms. In my bed. I won’t settle for anything less than fucking everything.
“Are you going to work today?” Kiana puts down her fork once she’s done with breakfast.
“Yeah, I need to take a shower,” I say with a nod of my head. “Would you like to join me?”
“In the shower or at work?” She narrows her eyes playfully.
“The invitation was for the shower, obviously.” I reach over and take her hand. “You would be mighty bored at the office…”
“Okay.” She slowly stands up from her chair.
The rest of the discussion can wait. I’m putting it off. I’m choosing what I want over what has to be said. I tell myself that I’m prolonging it with good intentions, but I know I’m just desperate for one more taste of what I had last night. Maybe the conversation will be better than what I’m playing out in my head, but I doubt it. Kiana swallowed her pride and got in my car, but there was a reason for that—she won’t accept more help than that without a fight.
“So…” Kiana looks back at me as we get to the stairs. “Which shower are we using?”
“The one in my bedroom.” I motion toward the end of the hallway.
“Race you there?” She takes off running before the words leave her lips.
A game. She’s being playful. I feel a stab of regret in my stomach because I realize the things going through my head haven’t even registered with her. Maybe that’s a defense mechanism. Her way of not thinking about the problems that exist outside of these walls.
So we’ll play her game. Because I don’t want to think about them either right now.
“Is tripping allowed?” I close the distance between us as she enters my bedroom and swat at her heel.
“Hey!” Kiana stumbles, just as I expected, but I easily catch her in my arms. “That wasn’t fair.” She tries to squirm out of my embrace.
“You didn’t give me any rules.” I push her toward the bed and make sure she lands safely before I dart into the bathroom.
“Fine, you win…” She bounces off the bed and follows me.
“There’s a prize?” I turn and pull her into my arms.
“There’s always a prize.” She grins and slowly sinks to her knees.
Kiana pulls at my pants until they are unfastened and slides them down my hips. My cock immediately swells when I realize what my prize is going to be. Those lips. Mine for the taking. I craved them last night, but I wanted something else a whole lot more.
Kiana begins to kiss my abdomen, working her way down, and then she teases the sensitive skin on either side of my dick. Her tongue flicks a couple of times before she moves down to my balls. Feeling her tongue drag across them makes my cock throb. Her lips gently press against them, and then she begins to kiss the bottom of my shaft.
“I think I’m going to like being the winner.” I exhale sharply and smile.
“I told you last night—you can make me do anything you want.” Her lips press against my cock again.
The look in her eyes when she says those words. She’s begging for something. Maybe she doesn’t even understand what it is. I’ve seen submissive desires before, and she’s got them. There are a lot of things I’d love to make her do. That’s something to explore, when the time is right, but I can’t focus on it now. I’m mesmerized by the sight of her lips—slowly moving up my shaft—and the hunger she has for my pleasure.
“Just keep doing what you’re doing…” I let out a soft exhale, followed by a gasp when her lips part.
Kiana pulls the head of my cock into her mouth and begins to move her tongue against the bottom as she glides along my shaft. I can sense inexperience, but there’s enough determination to overcome it. The pleasure begins to surge through my body, and I have to put a hand on the wall to steady myself. The other hand rests on Kiana’s head, fingers tangled in her beautiful curls.
“Goddamn that feels good.” My breath gets caught in my throat for a moment.
Kiana quickly moves her lips along my shaft until my entire cock is buried in her throat. Her mouth is wet and warm, my personal nirvana until I explode. I want to, but it is so good I resist the urge to ball my fist and hammer her with my cock. I just let her work those
