But he doesn’t say a word. Or can’t.
Regardless, there’ still some lines I won’t cross.
Ever.
I grab his chin and squeeze. He hisses as I stare into his wide eyes. “Call it at any time and I stop. I’ll beat you bloody, but I draw the line at non-consent.”
He snorts, snapping out of whatever trance he’d been in a moment ago. “Murder good, rape bad.”
“Exactly.”
Killian swallows hard, his throat working. For a moment, I think he's going to push me away, but then he reaches up and fists his hand in my hair, yanking me down into another bruising kiss.
“Reed, just get your fucking hand in my pants before I change my mind.”
Without wasting another second, I reach into his sweatpants and wrap my fingers around his hard length. Holy Mary, mother of fucks. Every cell in my body lights, my own dick leaking into my boxers at the feel of his hot skin in my palm. “You’re . . . pierced?”
“Stop talking.” Both of his hands grip my hips and his eyes flutter closed as his head falls back against the floor.
I give his dick a squeeze, his glorious abs twitching with his cock, then lean in until our mouths collide once more. Killian’s tongue swirls around mine, warring, plunging, and sucking. He shouldn’t taste so good, but I can’t get enough.
“So hard for me,” I say, nipping his jaw as my thumb grazes one of the barbells near his crown. “Fucking perfect.”
“Didn’t know you liked guys.”
“First time. Now get my dick out.” I lift a bit and the tiniest whimper leaves him, as if he hates the loss of contact, so I jerk him harder.
He wastes no time yanking my sweats down as far as he can get them, his calloused hand wrapping around me, moving frombase to tip. My head drops down, resting on his shoulder as I buck into his fist.
God, it feels so fucking good I can barely breathe through it.
Killian chuckles. “Gonna blow already?”
“Fuck you.”
“Not there yet.”
We both freeze and I pick my head up, meeting his gaze. His mouth opens and closes for a second. “I . . . uh. Just being sarcastic.”
I swallow hard, thankful he backpedaled because I’m not sure I want more than this. Maybe it’s just an in the moment type thing.
Experimental.
Pushing my length against his, I wrap a hand around both of us and jerk. Roughly. A dash of pleasure thickens my dick, but it soars into an avalanche when Killian thrusts, rubbing me with his piercings.
By the third time, I’m thrusting as well, matching his rhythm and fucking my fist. Wetness slips beneath my fingers and I’m not sure if it’s his precum or mine. Don’t really care.
“Fuck, Reed.” Killian is grunting, panting, moaning. But it’s the way he says my name, all needy and gravelly that pushes me close to the edge. “Reed. Fuck. Reed . . . I’m coming. I’m coming. Jackson, I’m coming.”
Watching his face as he orgasms, his fingers digging into my biceps as his cum coats my hand and our dicks, causes a fever-like sensation to spread throughout my body, my balls pulling tight, then I follow him over the edge embarrassingly fast. “Mother of fucks!”
My cum coats him, marks his skin, and a low growl erupts from deep in my chest as I thrust two more times, making sure to milk every last drop out of myself and onto the flushed golden boy beneath me.
Killian’s hands drop from my arms as we stare at each other, breathing hard.
I push up and sit on my heels. “You look good covered in my cum.”
His eyes narrow, gaze falling to my chest. “I marked you too, fucker.”
