Chapter 12 Room 712 (3)

• Kieran’s kiss was still burning on my lips, his tongue leaving me dizzy as he pinned me against the sink. My hands roamed his chest, greedy for every inch of him, and I couldn’t wait anymore—I needed more. I pulled back, breathless, my eyes locked on his, and sank to my knees right there on the bathroom tile. The cold bit into my skin, but I didn’t care. I was his top fan, and I was about to prove it.
• My fingers hooked into the waistband of his blue shorts, trembling as I tugged them down slow, inch by inch, revealing the tight black boxers underneath. His thighs flexed, hard and tan, and I slid the boxers down next, peeling them off like I was unwrapping a fucking gift. His dick sprang free, and I sucked in a breath—not too long, but thick, so thick it made my mouth water. It curved up, heavy and proud, the cap glistening under the bathroom lights.
• I leaned in, pressing my lips to that soft, plump cap, kissing it gentle at first, tasting the salty heat of him. Kieran groaned low, a sound that shot straight to my pussy, and I wrapped my soft hands around his shaft, stroking slow and firm. It was like velvet over steel, thick enough to fill my grip, and I couldn’t get over how perfect it felt. I dipped lower, sucking his balls into my mouth one at a time—warm, heavy, rolling them on my tongue while my hand pumped his dick. He moaned again, softer this time, his fingers tangling in my hair, urging me on.