ANTAGONIST

CHAPTER NINE

     The thing about kissing Kyan Dy is how soft his lips are, and how good he can use his mouth. I quickly pull back when I realize what I'm doing.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

What did I just do?

His eyes are wide and he's as flabbergasted as I am.

I push him slightly away. "Oh my God. I'm so sorr-"

"Don't be." He interrupts.

Then he pulls my tie and crashes his mouth to mine.

Fuck.

His mouth is intoxicating. His tongue slides over mine and he grips the counter behind me, forcing our bodies to collide. I gasp when his hand finds its way to my legs and grips it.

He tastes exactly like the coffee we drank, only so much better.

He lifts my legs and I sit myself on the counter. He deepens the kiss. A passionate kiss. A kiss that feels like he's been wanting for a long time.

Maybe I have been too.

My hands find their way to his button-up and I place them on his chest, caressing them. I circle my thumbs around his nipples and he groans while his tongue licks my upper lip.

Everything seems so hot. I'm starting to sweat, and seems like he is too.

I trail my hands down his abdomen, feeling the muscles underneath his wet shirt. He pants, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

He lets go of the kiss and transfers his mouth down my neck. I whimper and bite my lip, trying to contain my volume. He sucks on my neck ardently.

"Don't worry, Rodriguez." He tells me. "It's just us here. You can be as loud as you want."

I pull my legs against his hip so that he's even closer to me.

I feel something poking my pants, and when I realize what it is, I gasp quietly. I grind my ass against his erection and we both groan in unison.

"Oh, fuck." I slur out. Kyan snickers as he rubs his bulge against me. "Never knew the youngest of the Dy children would be into dry humping." I tease.

"Trust me, you don't know how much I want to be fucking inside you right now." He growls.

I start to unbutton his shirt, both of our bodies craving eachother. When I unbutton all of the buttons, I am unable to do anything but stare. He sees my expression and smiles maliciously. "I can tell you've been fantasizing about this."

He's damn right.

His hands start to unbutton my shirt too, but then he stops.

"Wait, are you sure this is okay?" He asks. How can a man be so hot, and asks for consent?

"Shut up and kiss me," I command and he does. We finally remove our shirts and he helps me take off my pants and underwear. When I'm wholly naked, lying on the counter, he stops and looks at all of me.

I blush in vulnerability. I half expected him to judge me, or be disgusted, but instead, he says. "My God, you're beautiful." And he lifts my legs and places them on his shoulders.

His pecs bounce as he unbuckles his belt and slides off his pants, revealing his erection under his underwear.

Oh God.

"Not yet," He says when he sees my pleading expression. "I need to savor this moment."

He then leans on top of me and starts licking my neck, down to my chest. He swirls his tongue around my nipple and I sob in pleasure. Fuck this man knows how to touch.