FULL NOVELXO Infamous Park Avenue Prince: Chapter 22
WEST’S EYES HEATED at my words, and his hand went still on my knee.
“You wanted me all to yourself,” he said, his voice coming out in a low growl that had my dick reacting. “You have me. Now what?”
My pulse stuttered as the realization of what my body wanted clashed with my mind. There was no two ways about it: I’d gotten jealous. Jealous. Of West’s attention being anywhere but on me.
And now that he was here, close enough to touch but somehow still too far, I didn’t know how to be honest about what I wanted.
I sucked in a shaky breath. “You…promised me a good time.”
The hand on my knee gripped a little harder. “I did,” he said carefully. “But I need you to be specific here. What is it you want from me, JT?”
I licked my lips as my cock throbbed insistently, then dropped my gaze to the way it strained beneath my pants.
“I see.” West dropped his hand from my leg, but before I could tell him not to stop touching me, he slid off the leather seat…and onto his knees.
The sight of him moving in between my thighs made me swallow hard.
“Do me a favor, JT.” He rose so that his hands were planted on the seat on either side of me, his face only inches from mine. I had a feeling I’d do whatever he wanted in that moment, but then he said, “Hit the call button beside you.”
I did it, pressing the button that connected us to the driver.
“My guest wants a tour of the city,” West said, his mouth curving up on one side as held my stare. “Keep driving until I say otherwise.”
Oh shiiit.
As soon as the driver confirmed, West didn’t waste another second to close the space between us and take my lips in a kiss so possessive I felt it through every nerve ending in my body.
If I’d thought the night of the party was a fluke, that my reaction to kissing West was somehow related to anything other than the man himself, this proved it wasn’t. No, his mouth covering mine was electric. Hot and demanding, his tongue swept along my lower lip, and I opened for him, craving another taste.
It was better than I remembered, at once settling the envy that had coursed through my veins, but replacing it with something even more dangerous: a shit-ton of lust.
West cursed as I fisted his shirt, tugging him closer. The friction of his hips rubbing against mine as we kissed didn’t do a thing to ease the ache in my dick. In fact, it only made it worse, made me want more than just his mouth on mine.
I thrust my hips up, greedy for more as I gripped West’s ass with one hand, causing a low rumble to leave his chest.
“Fuck, JT,” he breathed against my lips as he moved his hand down between us to cover my cock. His fingers tightened around my length through my pants, massaging me into a frenzy. “Tell me you want more than this.”
He punctuated the question by sucking my lower lip into his mouth, and I answered with a groan.
“Say it.” His hand was insistent, driving me out of my mind with need. And that’s exactly what it was—I fucking needed him to touch me.
“More,” I managed to say, squeezing his ass to make my point. I wanted West’s hands on me. His mouth. I wanted him to forget all about his almost-hookup in the club, and I wanted to sate the last bit of jealousy riding me. In that moment it didn’t matter that I’d never done any of this with a guy before. The desperate need pumping through me overrode all of that.
“You got it.” He winked, and before I could change my mind, West lowered his head and his lips found my neck. The heat from his mouth as he began to kiss and suck on the skin there had my head falling back against the seat of the limo. I was burning up in this damn shirt he’d made me wear tonight, and like he could read my mind, he reached up and popped a button free.
The blood rushed around my head, making my ears ring, as one by one, he started to release the buttons.
Oh God… were the only two words racing through my head as West began to make his way down to my collarbone. When he reached the waist of my pants, he tugged the shirt free, and two more buttons later, my shirt was undone.
West raised his head. “More?”
I had a feeling that while being with a guy like this was a first for me, West stopping to ask if someone wanted what he clearly wanted to give was just as groundbreaking.
“If I say no?”
“I’d move back to my side of the limo and probably cry.”
My courage shoved aside whatever lingering doubts I had, and I reached for the lapels of his jacket and pulled myself up against him.
“Well,” I said against his lips. “I wouldn’t want to make you cry…”
West shoved me back on the seat, then he smoothed his palms up my chest and parted my shirt. He hummed in the back of his throat as he took in my half-naked body, and while I knew I wasn’t half as ripped as West was, the heat from his stare was doing nothing to help cool my skin. “I know you don’t want to make me cry,” he said as he drew his fingers down and flicked one of my nipples. “But I just might with how fucking bad I want you right now.”
Jesus. I thought I’d had a pretty good understanding of sex and desire and all that kind of stuff after being with Elise. But as West lowered his head and put his lips to the base of my throat, a bolt of lust shot straight to my balls.
I reached for the back of West’s hair and speared my fingers through it, and as he began to kiss and suck his way down my torso to my abs, I was shocked at the sounds rumbling out of my throat.
Half growl, half groan, I sounded exactly how I felt—like a damn animal—and the need to claw, bite, and tear the clothes off West wasn’t so much a shock now as it was a need.
“West,” I said between gritted teeth as he circled his tongue around my navel and pushed my legs further apart.
“Yeah, Golden Boy?”
My fingers automatically tightened in his hair, and his rough chuckle made my entire body vibrate.
“Always wondered if you liked that name.”
Liked it? According to my dick, I was in love with it.
“You wanted something?” he said like this was an everyday conversation and not one of the hottest sexual moments of my entire life. I glanced down to where my hard-on was close to bursting through the black fabric of my pants. “I know. I want that too. But haven’t you heard?” He winked at me. “Good things come to those who wait. And I’m really fucking good, so you will come for me.”
He ran one his hand down past my waist and circled my length. His eyes were on mine, his warm breath was on my skin, and as he began to squeeze and stroke my cock, I pumped up into his fist.
A smug grin crossed his mouth as I moved in time with him, then he lowered his head and mouthed the fabric covering my zipper.
A harsh shout—mine—filled the limo as he let go of my dick and followed the outline of it with his lips. The damp heat of his breath seeped through the material to my sensitive skin, and I bucked up against his face.
West planted his hands on my legs to keep me still then sucked on me like there was nothing in between us. I wasn’t sure if the inside of my pants were wet from his mouth or my excitement. If I had to guess, I’d say both.
“More.” I threw down the challenge, knowing it would get West’s attention, and the hand on my left leg moved to my waist. Seconds later the button was free, and seconds after that, the zipper was down. All the while, West hadn’t lifted his head.
Well, I knew one thing—he hadn’t been lying. He was good at this, if his skill at getting someone naked was anything to go by.
His fingers curled around the waist of my pants and boxer briefs as he lifted his head, his swollen lips looking entirely too fuckable.
As if he knew what I was thinking, he said, “Lift your hips for me, sexy.”
My body complied of its own accord, and as West stripped me naked to my ankles, freeing my rock-hard cock, my breath hitched.
This was really happening. Pre-cum coated the head of my cock, telling both of us exactly how much I wanted his mouth on me. It would’ve been embarrassing if it hadn’t been for West’s nose flaring in desire at the sight.
“Fuck, JT,” he said. “It’s almost a damn shame no one gets to enjoy this but me.”
West lowered his head, licking my underside from base to tip. He flicked his tongue along the head, tasting me, and I couldn’t tell whether the moan between us came from him or me. Maybe both. It didn’t matter, because when he began to suck down my entire length, the noises I made covered any that were coming from him.
Holy fuck. My head hit the back of the seat and my eyes rolled to the back of their sockets at the full force of my dick inside West’s hot, wet mouth. He took me farther than anyone ever had, his nose skimming the cropped curls surrounding me, and I reached for him, not sure whether I wanted to hold him there or push him away. It was just too good.
As he moved back up my length, his eyes collided with mine, the lust there reflecting exactly what I was feeling. In that moment, I would’ve done anything he asked of me.
I wanted to please him.
I wanted to make him beg.
But more than anything else, I wanted him to keep going.
That must’ve been reflected in my eyes, because he took me deep into the hot recess of his mouth until his nose was again nuzzling into the short curls. This time I knew exactly what I wanted as I held him there, reveling in the euphoric sensations making my toes curl and my brain detonate, as the head of my cock brushed over the back of his throat.
“Fuuuck.” I loosened my grip as West’s head began to move under my hand and I could do nothing but stare.
The erotic sight of him bent over my lap had me clutching at the back of the seat with my free hand, as I propelled my hips up to chase his retreating mouth. When he wrapped a strong fist around the base of my dick and sucked on the tip, I squeezed my eyes shut and hissed out a breath.
“Open your eyes.” West’s low voice floated around me, and I immediately did as he asked. He seemed to have infiltrated every single inch of the limo, from the air I was breathing, to my field of vision, to the sensations coursing through my body and the reactions I was having to them. He was everywhere all at once, and still it wasn’t enough.
But then that arrogant smile lit up the limo like a beacon as he swiped the tip of his tongue across the head of my dick and hummed in a way that made my balls tingle.
“I figured you’d be sweet.” He shook his head. “But not this fucking sweet.”
He’d figured? As in he’d thought about this?
I knew he’d wanted to kiss me—he’d said so the night of the party. But he’d thought about this? He’d thought about getting me naked and tasting me?
But before I could say anything in response, his mouth was back around me, obliterating any hope I had of thinking, leaving me nothing to do but hold on for the ride. He cupped my balls as they pulled tight against my body, sucking me in like I was his next breath.
I couldn’t take much more, but I never wanted him to stop. My thighs trembled from holding back as I tightened my fingers in his hair. West looked up at me, watching me fall apart under that menace of a mouth. It was torture and ecstasy, and when West’s cheeks hollowed out as he swallowed me, I slapped the seat and cursed.
“I’m gonna come,” I gritted out, jerking as the orgasm began to barrel through me. “West—” I tried to pull him off me, to warn him in case he hadn’t heard. But West only raised a brow, those blue eyes full of sin, telling me in no uncertain terms he wasn’t going anywhere.
He hadn’t just wanted a taste, he wanted the whole goddamn meal—and that was all it took for the little resistance I had left to crumble.
My shout was primal, almost unrecognizable, as West greedily consumed every last drop of me. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen, this confident, powerful guy on his knees and enjoying my cock like he never wanted to let go.
As I tried to get my breathing under control, I released his head, dropping my arm on the seat as every part of me turned boneless and satiated beyond belief.
“Holy…fuck,” I managed as West drew off my cock, giving the head one final lick before it too collapsed onto my stomach.
West smiled as he leaned back, and I reached down to pull my pants and briefs back up. As I lazily fumbled with my zipper, West moved back to his side of the limo, throwing open the flap of his jacket as he shifted to a comfortable position. He propped an ankle on his knee as he swiped the corner of his smirking lips with his thumb and then, nonchalant as you please, winked at me.
“See? Told you I was a good time.”