FOOLS AND GENIUSES | ✓

CHAPTER 26

Kiara teasing Chris above.

acrasia

(n.) the lack of self-control

Tearing at each other's clothes, Kiara and Chris stumbled backwards onto his bed as his body covered hers. Peeling off layers of clothing from one another, they left a trail in their wake as she grew tired of his teasing nips and licks. She flipped them over to straddle his lap, taking control of the situation. Rolling her hips seductively over his crotch, she grinned as he released a strained groan before muffling the noise with her mouth as she smashed her lips with his in a passionate kiss. His grip on her waist tightened as he tried to restrain the urge to press her up against the wall.

What Chris didn't realise was that Kiara enjoyed his rougher side, jumping at any chance to provoke it from him. Something about the contradiction between his gentlemanly persona in public and the carnal sensuality behind closed doors fascinated her. She loved that he possessed both, that he felt comfortable enough with her to be himself. Pushing him flat on his back as air whooshed out of his lungs, she smirked and mischievously leaned forwards to kiss a trail along his neck, over the chiselled planes of his abs, down to the light dusting of hair pointing to his swollen member. His throat tightened along with his boxers as she flashed a wicked smile up at him, realising he was hard as steel. He loved seeing her free, wild and unguarded as she so rarely could be in public.

Gently tugging her up before he finished too early, he grunted, "Uh, uh, uh. Not so fast, trouble."

She gave him another sinful smile, "I'd say Chris junior down there disagrees."

"Nothing about me is junior and you know it," he murmured against her lips.

"Prove it."

The room grew increasingly hotter when Chris rolled Kiara back under him as his greedy hands roamed along every inch of her body, revelling in the feeling of her soft curves against his hard planes. He paid special attention to her neck, sucking and nipping as he placed claiming marks on her skin. It was a barbaric and possessive instinct but she couldn't help it as lust seared through her veins and she clawed at his back in an attempt to speed up his erotic torture. He chuckled at her impatience, sending pleasurable vibrations against her skin as a shiver rippled down her spine. 

Slowly and deliberately rolling his hips forward, his hot breath danced across her neck as the stubble on his jaw grazed deliciously against her cheek. Crashing his lips into hers, his hand moved to grip the front of her throat as his tongue explored her mouth. Their kisses were always overwhelming and heated as he ran his thumb along her neck and moaned when she sunk her teeth into his lip in response.

He loosened his hold and trailed his mouth across her jaw, voice rough as she impishly rolled her hips against him, "You're killing me, trouble."

She snorted, "Good, maybe you'll actually do something then."

Nudging her knees further apart, his mouth met hers in a more possessive and dominant kiss before pulling away to brush his nose against hers, "That's fighting talk."

He gently dragged one finger over her throbbing clit as she huffed, "If you can't handle me, just let me know, hero."

Suspecting that goading Chris might spur a reaction, Kiara smirked deviously as she waited for his retaliation. As expected, his fingers tangled into her inky black hair and tugged slightly as he increased the pressure on her clit. Eliciting a satisfied moan, she arched further into his body while he absorbed the satisfied noises and slid two fingers into her. Waves of pleasure rolled through her body and her hips bucked against him as his fingers pumped in and out.