Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Minerva

Kendrick switched to the other side without answering, sucking deeper, tongue working in slow circles that made my thighs press together. Every pull of his mouth sent heat straight between my legs. He was good at this. Too good. The kind of good that made my thoughts scatter. When he finally lifted his head both nipples were wet and tight and aching.

His hands slid down my stomach and hooked into my underwear. He dragged them off and tossed them somewhere behind him. Then he pushed my knees apart and looked down at me like he was deciding where to start. I didn’t give him time. I sat up, reached for his belt, and got it open. His pants and boxers came down together. His cock sprang free, thick and veiny, the head already shiny, and right through the tip was a silver piercing that caught the low light.

I stared. “That’s… cute.”

He actually laughed. “Cute is not the word most people use.”

I wrapped my hand around him and felt the metal against my palm. It was warm from his skin. I leaned in and licked a slow stripe from the base all the way up, tasting him, then closed my lips around the head and took him deeper. The piercing slid over my tongue. I hummed and sucked harder, cheeks hollowed, head bobbing. He cursed under his breath and his hand landed in my hair, not pushing, just holding.

I kept going. Every time I pulled back I swirled my tongue around the metal and then took him deeper again. Spit ran down the shaft and I didn’t wipe it. I just kept sucking, wet and messy, the sound of it filling the quiet room. His hips jerked once and he groaned.

“Minerva fuck slow down.”

I didn’t. I took him until my eyes watered and then pulled off with a wet pop, only to dive back in and do it again. My free hand cupped his balls and rolled them gently while my mouth worked. He was breathing like he had just finished a full practice.

After a minute he pulled me off by the hair, not hard, just enough to make me look up. His eyes were dark.

“On your back,” he said.

I scooted up the bed. He climbed over me and kissed me again, deep and open. His tongue pushed into my mouth and I ducked it on purpose, closing my lips around his bottom lip instead and sucking.

He tried again and I ducked once more, swallowing the spit that came with the kiss. It tasted like him and whatever he had been drinking earlier and I wanted more of it. I kept doing it kiss, duck, swallow until he pulled back and stared at me.

“Do you have a thing for saliva?”

My face went hot. “What? No. Absolutely not.”

He raised one eyebrow. “Because you’re swallowing mine like it’s water.”

“I am not…”

“That would be psycho,” he said, but his mouth twitched like he was fighting a smile.

Inside my head I thought, You just bagged yourself a psycho intern because your saliva is the most delicious thing I’ve tasted in a while. Out loud I said nothing. I just pulled him back down and kissed him again the same way, ducking his tongue and swallowing every time. He groaned into my mouth and gave up trying to stop me.

His hand slid between my legs and two fingers pushed inside me without warning. I was already soaked. He curled them and rubbed exactly the spot that made my hips lift off the bed. His thumb found my clit and pressed in slow circles while his mouth went back to my breasts, sucking one nipple then the other, hard enough that I felt it in my stomach.

“Kendrick….”

“I know.”

He kept working me with his fingers until my thighs started shaking. Then he pulled them out, lined himself up, and pushed in one long slow stroke. The piercing dragged along my walls and I made a sound I didn’t recognize. He filled me completely. Thick and hot and so deep I felt it when he bottomed out.

He stayed still for a second, forehead against mine, breathing hard. Then he started moving. Hard, steady thrusts that shook the bed. Every time he drove in the metal hit something that made stars burst behind my eyes. I wrapped my legs around his waist and met every stroke. The wet sound of us filled the room. His mouth found mine again and this time I didn’t duck. I let him kiss me deep while he fucked me harder.

One of his hands braced beside my head. The other slid under my lower back and tilted my hips so he could go even deeper. I clawed at his shoulders. Sweat stuck our skin together. He bit the side of my neck and I came with a broken cry, clenching around him so tight he cursed.

He didn’t stop. He kept thrusting through it until I was oversensitive and gasping. Then he pulled out, flipped me onto my stomach, yanked my hips up, and sank back in from behind. The new angle made me fist the sheets. He reached around and rubbed my clit while he fucked me and I came again, messier this time, shaking under him.

He was close. I could feel it in the way his rhythm turned uneven. I pushed back against him and said the first thing that came out of my mouth.

“You’re better than Liam.”

His whole body went still.

For one second everything stopped. Then he pulled out completely and sat back on his heels, breathing hard, staring at me like I had slapped him.

“What did you just say?”

I flipped onto my back, still shaking, still open and wet. “I said you’re better than…”

“Don’t finish that sentence.” His voice was flat. “Don’t ever compare me to him while I’m inside you.”

The air between us turned sharp. He climbed off the bed, grabbed his boxers from the floor, and pulled them on without looking at me. My heart was still slamming and my body still hummed, but the heat in the room had shifted into something colder.

I sat up slowly, pulling the sheet over myself. He stood by the window with his back to me, hands on his hips, shoulders tight.

Neither of us spoke.