On His Knees by Tabatha Kiss

Chapter 44

Jenna

Seth takes a step toward me without releasing my hand. His lips twist into his usual smirk as his eyes draw a line from the tip of my nose to the bend of my knees, traveling dangerously fast along my curves.

I tense up as he approaches, his body now so close to mine. His cologne tickles my nose; a scent far better than that damn body spray he always reeked of back in the day. That boy — that horrible, immature, piece of shit — has grown into a man that I...

Seth touches my cheek. His thumb caresses my skin as he tilts closer to my lips.

A man that I...

He kisses me. His closed mouth presses flat against mine. Tight and... awkward.

A man that I... am somehow...

Not attracted to at all.

I recoil from his touch. “Okay, this is weird,” I say. “We made it weird.”

Seth steps back, looking just as confused as I am. “Yeah, something’s not right here,” he says.

“You’re kissing me. My best friend’s brother is kissing me and it’s weird.”

“It wasn’t this weird before, right?”

“No! It was sexy and spontaneous and stuff.”

“Right? Before, I was like boom! Let’s go!”

“Me, too!”

“Now, I’m just... meh.” He furrows his brow. “Maybe we over-thought this.”

“Well, whatever we did, we super ruined the vibe.” I look him up and down. “I barely want to even be near you right now.”

“And I’ve got nothing down there.”

I look down at his crotch, deeply offended. “Nothing?”

“Nothing.”

“Not even, like... a little bit?”

He shakes his head. “No. Sorry.”

“But this is the dress,” I argue. “Car accidents have been caused because of this dress and you’ve got nothing?!”

He flinches, his eyes wide and fixed on mine as a sound, deep and guttural, echoes from his throat.

“What?” I ask.

“Do that again.”

“Do what again?”

“Get mad at me.”

I deflate. “Are you serious?”

“My dick twitched when you yelled at me. Do it again.”

“Ew,”I say. “No.”

His eyes open wide, excited. “Hit me,” he says.

“No.”

“Smack me in the face, Jenna.”

“I will not smack you in the face, Seth!” I turn to leave. “Honestly, I should just go home. This ain’t working out.”

“Hewson Murphy didn’t spray paint your shoes. I did.”

I gasp as a sudden, furious rage fires through me. Before I can even realize what I’m doing, I raise an open palm to him.

I smack him in the face.

“You what?”

He instantly shakes it off. “I’m the one who broke into your gym locker,” he says, happy as a fucking clam. “Afterward, I stashed the can in the trunk of his car to frame him and dropped an anonymous tip.”

I raise my hands again, this time targeting his chest.

“Youruined my shoes?!”

He opens his mouth. “I—”

I strike his chest. He shifts backward.

“Those were Parisian!” I say, my palms tingling as I hit him again. And again. And again. “My parents tried to have him expelled, but it was you!?”

“Yup!”

“You?! You sick son of a bitch!”

Seth grabs my hands by the wrists. With a single fierce jolt, he pulls me against him, our bodies slamming together. Fully in control, he takes a wide step forward, forcibly pinning me between him and the table as I struggle to break free.

He holds my hands against his chest. The dull, tepid boredom in his eyes before has faded now, lit aflame as hot and wild as the heat in my cheeks. Quick breaths fill the inch of air between us. My hands tremble in his grasp. I feel my walls crumbling down with each careful gaze he makes toward my lips.

The aching silence grows stronger, overwhelmed only by my heart pounding in my ears. Seth brings his lips dangerously close to mine. Is he waiting like I am? Is he wondering if this moment will pass and we’ll find ourselves utterly repulsed by each other again? I swallow hard, dreading the thought as my body vibrates in all the right places.

With closed eyes, I tilt closer. Our mouths touch, but we don’t kiss. One smooth caress to test the waters, to tempt the ice or stoke the flames. In a moment, we’ll know. In a moment, everything will change, or stay the same.

I’m not sure which one I want most.

Seth kisses me, brave enough to take the plunge first. Our lips blend, warm and lightly parted. It’s a long, lingering kiss, but sharp enough to weaken my knees.

I open my eyes as our lips drift apart. Seth slowly releases my hands. His touch travels down, gliding over my breasts to my waist, to the curve of my rear. He easily hoists me up to sit on the table.

I settle with a warm, welcoming sigh as his hands come to my face. He takes me with a crushing kiss again. I feel his tongue search for mine. I’m tempted to deny it, to play this little game of ours just a little longer, but I don’t want to wait anymore.

I kiss him back, fanning the flame into a roaring fire, as I reach for this belt.

Holy moly.

Hard as a fucking rock.

Seth groans softly as I push his zipper down. He squeezes my face harder, reacting as I repeatedly stroke the length of him through his boxers.

My thoughts run wild, taunting me with fantasies of him entering me over and over again, and my body purrs with delicious urges. I moan on his tongue. He pulls my hair taut. I tilt back, bearing my neck to him as he slides his lips down my jawline to kiss my collarbone.

His other hand curls behind my back. He pinches the zipper on my dress and drags it down. The dress loosens over the shoulders, dipping downward as slow as his kiss will allow.

He kisses the hollow of my throat, releasing the aching grip on my hair to let me move. I rest my hands on the table as he pulls my dress down to expose my breasts. He forces my knees to part. He leans over me; the movement pushing my dress up my thighs.

Seth looks at me, pinned and exposed on the table, and licks his lips. He touches my body, yanking me closer to the table’s edge. His cock presses against my inner thigh, mere inches away from where we both crave it to be. He cup my breasts as he leans over and licks the skin between them.

I rest my head back on the table as warm shivers quake through every inch of my body. His teeth etch hard lines into my breasts, teasing and bruising my tender nipples. I spread my knees wider, inviting him closer, and he purposefully grinds us together. He releases a hungry groan as he gropes me harder. I comb my fingers through his hair, digging my nails into his scalp. I moan for more while putting the slightest pressure on the top of his head.

More.

Seth peeks at me. A gentle curl blesses his smirk as he subtly licks his lips. He stretches the moments for as long as possible, taunting me, trying to make me beg for it.

I press my lips together.

More. Please.

Seth lowers onto his knees.

I balance on my elbows, eager to watch, craving to feel, forgetting completely who this man is.

A man that I...

Seth pushes my dress up with one hand as the other expertly hooks my panties and pulls them to the side. My breath catches with the pure fierceness of it. Seth wants it badly, and he wants it now.

I lie back on the table, almost ready to burst. If I watch, I might just scream and there’s a part of me that wants to deny him that for as long as possible.

It begins gently; a long, smooth taunt of the tongue against my inner thigh. Warm breath and soft kisses. I press my lips together to stop them from trembling. I breathe deeply as my body yearns, his sweet touch mere inches away from where I want it. Where I need it. He trades kisses on each thigh, deep and slow. And slow. And slow.

I bite my tongue. Anticipation rumbles inside of me. Inner muscles twitch with both pleasure and frustration. Come on, Seth. Please, Seth. What’s taking so long? Just tongue-fuck me already.

I raise my head to look at him. Before I can say a word, Seth rests a firm hand on my stomach. He looks up at me with the same golden, smirking eyes as before. I realize he wants me frustrated. He wants me to quiver and beg and plead with his name on my breath.

Will I?

Will I give him the satisfaction?

“Seth.”

“Yes, Jenna?”

“What are you doing?”

He smiles as he moves his hand from my stomach to my breast. “Enjoying this,” he whispers, his breath rough and rugged.

His eyes flutter closed, and I feel his tongue glide along my slit. I gasp quietly, realizing that I had it all wrong. He wasn’t trying to torture me. He was savoring me. He was stretching every moment and delaying his own gratification.

Fuck. That’s hot.

I tilt back again, resting my weight on my elbows as his tongue moves a little faster. His hand abandons my breast, hooking my panties instead. Clearly fed up with the barrier, he slides them off my legs and casts them aside before plunging into me again.

I release a moan, feeling his tongue so deep inside. Has his tongue always been that long? How have I never noticed that before? I twitch with every upward lick, the edge just barely grazing the base of my clit. It’s an awful, cruel, almost sociopathic tease, but I can’t get enough of it.

I can’t get enough of Seth Newbury.

This fucker’s got me shaking already. My entire body throbs for him, burns for him. It’s already better than before and he hasn’t even fucked me yet tonight. I breathe harder, the need for him taking over. Fuck, this feels good. Fuck, I need more. Just fuck, fuck, fuck.

He clamps his lips over my clit. My legs kick up on their own in surprise, but he holds them down, his tongue never leaving me for a second. He dances circles around my clit with his tongue. He buries himself in me, groaning with a thirst yet to be quenched, and all I can do is moan in response.

I grab onto his brown hair. Pleasure ripples through every part of me as I grind on his face. My body catches fire. It’s toe-curling, back-arching sex magic, but I don’t want to break. Not yet. Not yet...

Faster. Harder. Sloppier. Seth goes wild on me. Like an animal without a leash. Like he houses a single, solitary need to bring me as much pleasure as possible.

Not that I’m complaining.

Seth shoves two fingers inside of me.

Definitely not complaining.

I cry out, unable to stop myself. His thick, long fingers caress places his tongue couldn’t go and the entire lower half of my body goes numb with bliss. Somewhere between his probing fingers and his tongue acrobatics, I lose all control of myself. Orgasm lingers on the edge of my breath, but I can’t inhale. I can’t exhale. I’m stuck somewhere inside, and the only thing that can free me is him. Him.

“Seth,”I whisper as I come.

It rushes over me gently at first, then faster and faster until the weight of it traps me down again. His fingers don’t leave me. His tongue doesn’t stop. I bite down, smothering a moan that would otherwise rattle the windows. My sensitivity heightens, begging for a break.

“Seth.” I slap his forehead. I chuckle as he refuses. “Seth, stop.”

He backs off with a wet grin, but he stays close. He kisses my thighs. He pulls his fingers out with one last slow caress before standing up between my legs. His hard body keeps my legs open wide as he reaches out and places one hand on the back of my neck.

Still gasping for breath, I tilt up to meet his lips. He denies me the kiss. His fingers dig deeper, holding my head back as our mouths barely graze and our eyes focus together. I do nothing. I linger here, enchanted to the core.

Seth raises his other hand. He presents his wet fingers between our mouths. He touches my lips; a gentle tap against my bottom lip that sends a quiver to my depths and back.

I part my lips. He sticks his fingers in my mouth. I lick them, taste them, wrap my lips around them. He watches, his eyes fixed on the curl of my mouth, and I know what he desires next. What we desire next.

Seth takes his fingers back before crushing our lips together. A hard, brutal kiss, full of longing and greed. I reach down. His kiss comes harder and faster as I touch him. I stroke him. I enjoy him and all the little pleasure noises he makes.

Seth grabs me before I can go further. He lifts me off the table. I wrap my legs around his waist, holding onto him as he carries me away from the kitchen to his bedroom.

The room is dark, but Seth easily walks straight toward the bed. He drops me onto it and steps back to flick on his desk lap.

I eye the new space around me. Honestly, I’ve never seen the inside of Seth’s bedroom before. I’ve never had a reason to be here, until tonight.

It’s... about what I expected. A lone bookshelf on one wall, lined with books on business and productivity. His desk is clean and minimalist with a framed drawing of Heidi’s on the edge. His bed is clearly the room’s focal point. King-sized, though that’s hardly surprising.

I scoot to the edge of the mattress, perching myself onto it as Seth slides his tie off over his head. He strides back to the open door and hangs the tie on the outer knob before closing it and locking it with a swift click.

I chuckle. “In our house, we use hair scrunchies.”

Seth walks toward me, his gaze targeting my body. He drifts closer until he’s towering over me. “And in the Delta Xi house, we used tube socks,” he says, his voice scratching his throat. “Whatever keeps people out.”

Out. The word sends a flush of tingles through my cheeks. It’s just him and me in here. Out there is everything else. Family and their expectations. Friends and their judging eyes. He wants to block them out as much as I do. He wants us here, together. Alone, but hardly lonely.

I want it, too.

Seth towers over me, those damned golden eyes shimmering from the light of the lamp beside us. I sit still, exposed on the bed.

“Take it off,” he says, looking at my dress still hanging on by my hips.

I obey. I push it down my legs, dropping it to the floor. As I sit down again, he touches my cheek, guiding my face upward. His hungry gaze travels down my neck to my breasts. To my navel. To my pussy.

“Spread,” he says.

I obey, opening my legs. I plant my heels onto the floor to hold them wide. He stares. Brutal and ravenous.

He slides his thumb between my lips to tease my tongue. But I want more. I reach for his open belt again. I guide his pants down over his hips, taking the boxers with it. His cock stands free, hard and pointed and... a lot larger up close. I take a quick breath, giving his thumb one last hard suck to show him I’m ready.

With a smirk, Seth pulls his hand back. He opens the buttons on his shirt one-by-one before casting it off to the floor with my dress. I admire his body above me. From his smooth pecs to his rugged abs to that damn V-shape, drawing my eyes down to that... thick fucking cock.

Alpha. Delta. Xi.

I open my mouth to him; lips stretched thin around his crown. He intakes a sudden breath, flexing as I roll my tongue over him. Sweetness drips from his tip. Blood surges through his shaft. I moan as I fill my nose with his masculine scent and suck him even harder.

Seth releases a groan. He rests a hand on the back of my head, but he doesn’t push me down. He simply leaves it there; a firm yet gentle reminder of whose cock I’m sucking. Whose will I’m bending for. He could hold me now and fuck my face if he wanted to, but he doesn’t. He lets me play and lave and bob my head. And he watches. I feel his eyes on me as mine fill with warm, delicious tears. A few spill over, but I keep going. I moan to send him deeper. I swallow around his thickness, deep throating him until it hurts.

“Fuck, Jenna—”

Seth lurches his hips back. He tightens the grip on the back of my head as he pulls out.

“Stop, stop—”he says with a laugh in his breath. “Jesus Christ.”

I gasp for air, but I ache for more. “What is it?” I ask. “Did I bite you?”

He gawks at me in surprise. “How fucking deep can you take it?”

“Oh, I don’t have a gag reflex, so...”

“Fuck,”he says again, catching his breath. “You almost made me explode.”

I chuckle as I lick my raw lips. “Good.”

He curls his fingers in my hair again, gently tugging my head back and away from his dick. “Come here,” he growls.

I shift upward as he leans over. We meet in the middle for a hard kiss, our tongues clearly fighting for dominance in each other’s mouths.

I take his cock in my palm, squeezing his shaft tightly.

“You want it, don’t you?” he asks, our mouths still blended together.

“Yes.”

“You want this cock inside of you?”

“Yes.”

“Where do you want it?”

“Everywhere.”

Seth pushes my head down, shoving it into my mouth again. I moan and suck, salivating for another taste of him. He thrusts this time. He tests me, going deep. I breathe through my nose. I spill a few more tears. Every fucking second of it sends a rush of blood to my pussy. It throbs, warm and ready for the taking.

“Fuck!”Seth pulls out again. “I want you.”

He grabs me by the arms. He guides me back onto the bed, his body over me. I take the chance to breathe, but Seth doesn’t let me rest. He forces my knees open wide again. He pins my hands above my head. He aligns our bodies, resting his erection between my swollen lips. One perfect thrust would send him home, but he pauses instead. He kisses me, savoring the moments, just like before. The brilliant, aching tease of it.

I kiss him back, enjoying the thrill of his body between my thighs. I savor the moments, too, losing myself in his golden eyes. Eyes that once belonged to my enemy now shimmer with heat and longing. For me. For us.

Seth thrusts. I clench around him, blissfully filled, as if for the first time. I expect for him to hold me down and take me, but he shifts his hands instead. Slowly, our fingers entwine. Our lips graze. Our pulses sync as his hips set a steady pace.

I tilt my body into his, taking and feeling every inch of him inside. Deep kisses make it hard to breathe, but I smother myself in him just a little longer. He goes faster, grinding our bodies together, matching every kiss. It’s warm and tender, but his grip never ceases. He holds power over me and I know it. I submit to it with curled toes, moaning and trembling beneath him.

Sweat drips from his brow onto mine. His heart pounds faster than his cock, but he doesn’t stop. He steals kiss after kiss. He takes and takes. I feel the heat building inside of me. I gasp and clench, still so tight. He thrusts in deep, pounding harder and harder until his entire body tightens over me. I long to feel him swell inside of me, for him to fill me with sweet, delicious...

“Come inside of me,” I whisper in his ear.

Seth groans; an affirmative sound.

“I want you to.”I moan. “I want your cum.”

He digs his fingers into my wrists.

“Seth, give it to me.”

He grunts loudly as he pushes up. I look between our bodies, watching as he performs a few slow thrusts to finish himself off, his tip never leaving my body. His shaft twitches as he spends himself, giving me every drop.

I lick my lips, still so utterly turned on.

But we’ve only just started.

After a moment, Seth releases my hands. He slowly lowers down, relaxing his body over mine.

I wait through the tension.

Another moment, and I’m nervous.

We’ve been here before. Twice.

“Seth,” I whisper.

“Yeah,” he says, his breath heavy.

“If you...” I swallow hard. “If you could not do or say anything stupid right now... that’d be great.”

Seth raises his head. For a moment, I expect him to do just that. To say something stupid. To ruin this bliss coursing through me.

But he smiles instead. “I think I can handle that,” he says as he kisses me again.