Chapter Sixteen - I can tease too.

McKenna

Yoga isn’t going as planned, and Paxton is the only person to blame! He is too easily distracted, especially by my ass. He hasn’t been focusing on how he should be.

I groan and sit down on my mat, “Yes, this isn’t working because you are a perv.”

He chuckles, “What did I do?”

I raise my brow at him and cross my arms over my chest, “How many times did you fall because you were too busy staring at my ass to listen?”

Paxton shrugs, “It is a very nice ass. It would distract anyone.”

I roll my eyes, “You are a pain in my ass, do you know that?” I huff and lie down on the mat.

I hear him move, and soon, he towers over me. He looks down at me with a smirk on his lips, “You are loving every second of having me around.”

“What makes you think that, uh?”

“I don’t think; I know.” He says confidently.

I roll my eyes at his confidence. Sometimes he seems more cocky than confident.

“Full of yourself much?”

“Nope. I am just being honest.” He laughs.

Paxton puts some of his body weight on me, his hands resting at each side of my head. I swallow hard, keeping it together the best I can with having him so close to me. I can’t always give in to him so easily.

“Can I help you? You are interrupting my workout.”

Paxton licks his lips, “I will make you a deal. Give me a kiss, and we can try working out again.”

“Do you really think I believe that?” I snicker and shake my head.

“You can pretend like you do and still give me a kiss.”

I shake my head, “Nope. I don’t think you deserve one since you ruined my yoga and meditation plans.”

“Aww, come on, dimples, don’t be like that.”

I smirked, pushed him off me, and jumped to my feet. I stroll casually inside, hearing him complain and curse me out from behind. I giggle. I can tease, too. I start a fresh pot of coffee and soon hear him come in a minute after me.

I keep my back to him and hear him approach me from behind. His warm body soon comes in contact with mine, and he rests his hands on my hips.

“Can I help you?” I ask.

His lips fall on my neck. He traces them along my skin. I bite my lip and moan softly.

“Yes, my kiss I asked for.” He chuckles against my neck.

Paxton brings me around to face him and lifts me on the kitchen counter. He pushes my legs apart and stands between them, a hand on each of my thighs.

“Are you that desperate for my lips?” I smirk and place my hand on his chest.

He pulls my ass to the edge of the counter, “Yes. I am.”

“And you always get what you want, is that it?”

“Yes, I usually do. The perks of being a global superstar.” He laughs.

I playfully roll my eyes, “Oh, it must be great getting everything you want.”

“Honestly, it gets boring sometimes. I prefer to work for it rather than have it all handed to me.”

“Hmm, and is this is you working for it?” I ask with a raised brow.

Paxton nods, and his lips inch closer to mine. He stops and waits for me to make the next move. I hoover my lips over his for a second, teasing, and he groans in frustration. I snicker and finally close the gap. The second our lips connected, he moans, and his fingers dig into my thighs. I whimper and pull him as close to me as I can get, deepening the kiss.

His kiss is enough to turn me on. With ease, he lifts me from the counter, making sure he has a tight grip on me and carries me through to the living room. Paxton sits on the sofa with me on his lap.

His hands fall on my ass as we get into a heated make out session. I desperately rock my hips against him, needing some sort of friction. Paxton’s cock is quick to harden under me. I am still surprised with how easily I can turn him on. I pull back from the kiss and fight with the tie of his shorts. I wanted to pleasure him, but I am a little nervous. Yes, I have done it before, but not too many times and well, this is Paxton. I can’t even imagine how many women have pleasured him.

I slip my hand into his shorts and stroke his hardened length. His eyes close over, and he hisses. I feel his cock pulse against my fingers. He groans, and his head falls back.

“Fuck, that feels good.” He moans.

I take his tee off, tossing it away and move my lips down to his bare chest and onto his stomach. I take a deep breath and drop to the floor on my knees. I insist he lifts his hips, and I remove his shorts and boxers, his excitement springing to life. I gulp when I see the size of him. My exes were a lot smaller than him. I don’t even know if I can fit in my damn mouth.

I glance up at him, “I didn’t realise you were so big.” I whisper, feeling my cheeks heat.

“Sweetness, you don’t have to.” He says softly.

I bite on my lower and then slowly run my tongue along my lips, “I want to.”

I try to speak confidently to hide my nervousness. It seems to work.

He places his hands behind his head, relaxing himself, “He is yours for the taking, beautiful.” He smirks.

I let out a soft laugh, “Comfortable?”

He winks at me, “I sure am.”

His confidence doesn’t surprise me. I take a deep breath. I can do this. It isn’t like it is my first time doing it, just the first time it has been this size. I brush my thumb over the tip, and it is enough to make him shudder and grunt. I tease the base with my fingers, and like a moment ago, his length throbs against my fingers.

“Kenna, please,” he begs, his dark eyes looking down at me.

I really like the sound of him begging for me. I can do this. I shouldn’t be nervous. I draw in one last breath and lick my lips. I just hope he enjoys it, or I will be embarrassed.