Heathens & Hold Ups (Book 2 of the Heathens Duet)

Chapter 42- Callie

         If I wasn't so on edge, I'd knock that cocky smirk off Kace's face. I'm on top of him now. I should be feeling in charge. Instead I'm getting topped from the bottom.

Absolutely not.

"Take them off," I demand.

He arches one of his full brows at me, testing my patience. "Take what off? These?" He toys with the flaps of his jeans, his cock jumping in anticipation.

"Riggs wouldn't tease me like this," I huff and pout.

He cracks a laugh. "I love that you think that." He slides me up until I'm straddling his abs while he maneuvers his jeans off. Of course, his abs are ripped. He couldn't just be an ass and ugly. "Riggs is the king of delayed gratification. If you think I'm bad, I don't think you could handle him Princess."

My mouth flaps open like a fish as my brain tries to catch up with that mental image. Sliding me back down, he feels even harder than before. Like the thought of teasing me with his friend turns him on just as much as it does me. He's probably right, but I wouldn't mind finding out for myself. My hips rock against the bulge in Kace's boxers chasing the feeling.

Kace's hands grip my hips, pulling me down firmly against him. My orgasm is so close, a wave just about to crest that I fully intend to ride. He grins up at me before abruptly cutting off the motion. I almost growl against him as the wave recedes. "You want that, don't you? Riggs directing your pleasure. When you come, how you come? How many times," he utters huskily. Each statement accompanied by a long, slow pass over him until I'm ready to come from the thought alone.

"Yessss," I hiss. I'm so close. This slow and steady torture has me ready to promise anything, pledge whatever as long as he lets me come.

"My name will be the only name on your lips when you come. I want them all to know who's making you scream this time," he grits out as he resumes rolling me against the cotton of his boxer brief clad monster.

It shouldn't work, but he's stimulating my clit with every pass. As much as I don't want to give him the satisfaction, it's inevitable. The wave coming is Olympic surfer level and I'm shooting for gold.

"Say it or I stop Princess," Kace threatens. "Who's making you feel like this? Whose cock are you about to soak?"

I bite my lip. Giving in to my feelings was easier than this. It feels like the last step. If I say his name, I am accepting defeat. That stubborn voice in the back of my head wants to hold out a little longer.

"Is that how you want to play this?" His emerald eyes glint with the challenge I throw down.

I stay silent. I'm being childish and I know it, but I want to see what he'll do. Will he revert to being a jerk when he doesn't get his way?

Leaning forward, his abs crunch and I'm too distracted trying to count to notice what he he's doing. Six and eight are suddenly hard to reach when his teeth find my nipple and tug, sending me hurtling over the edge.

"KACE!" I scream as I tunnel through that wave, riding it without a thought of fighting. I surrender. If this is just a taste of the reward, I will gladly lay down my sword.

He doesn't stutter as I fall apart, rocking me through it as aftershocks keep my orgasm going. His eyes dance with male satisfaction. "Ready for more?"

"Stop ruining the moment with your smugness," I groan. I can't open my eyes, too wrung out to function. I just know he's puffing out his chest like a peacock or something. I can feel it with every little inhale he takes as I try to regain my own, lying against his bare chest. If this was what he was able to do through layers, thin ones, but still layers, I don't know that I'm prepared for him fully bared.