But I know his weakness, poking him in the side and making him giggle. I duck around him and then pin him against the wall. “Shouldn’t have let on how ticklish you are. Now, hands behind your back.”
He glares at me but complies as I reach into my pocket and pull out the zip ties I stashed earlier. “Really?”
I chuckle as I restrain him. “You love it.”
Killian doesn't respond, but his dilated pupils give him away. I grab his arm and steer him inside the pool house. The humid, chlorine-scented air greets us. I push him down onto his knees, chest against the floor. “Stay.”
He huffs out a laugh. “Or what?”
“You made me watch your stupid movie; now it’s my turn to have some fun.” I hook my thumbs into the waistband of his boxer briefs and pull them down, exposing his ass. The sight of the welts from earlier makes my dick twitch. “You look fucking edible like this.”
“You're such a romantic.”
“Weren’t you the one begging me to eat your ass earlier?” I slap one of his cheeks, groaning as I stand. “Though it is one of my favorite meals.”
I walk away momentarily, heading for the small kitchenette where I'd stashed a few surprises earlier. I grab an ice pop from the freezer, the wrapper crinkling in my hand.
“What are you up to?”
“Wouldn't be a surprise if I told you, would it?” I smirk, pulling a packet of lube from my pocket. I unwrap the green ice pop, slick it up, and press it to his fluttering hole.
He jerks forward, nearly falling into the pool. “The fuck is that?”
I hold the ice pop out to the side so he can see it.
Killian's eyes widen as he squirms, trying to wiggle away. “You're a fucking lunatic.”
“Relax, baby. This is going to feel so good.” I circle his rim with it again, teasing before pushing it inside.
“Fuck! It’s cold!”
After a few seconds, he starts whimpering as I work it in and out, fucking him with it while he squirms and moans. I lean down and lick up the seam of his balls. “You taste so fucking good.”
“Jackson! Oh, God! The ice pop, oh fuck!”
Twisting the frozen treat, I take his balls into my mouth, sucking and humming as he starts writhing. When he’s moaning loud enough to wake the neighborhood, I release him and pull the ice pop out, then toss it aside.
I yank my sweats down and slick my aching dick with lube. “Ready for me, baby?”
“Yes. Fuck. Shove your cock in me.”
I get between his legs, grab his hips, and slam inside. “Fuck, you're so tight. Like you're trying to squeeze the life out of me.”
Killian does his best to buck back against me. “Give me every inch. Need it so much.”
“So greedy.” I angle my hips, hitting his prostate and setting a brutal, punishing pace. “Like you can't get enough.”
“Right there. Right there. Don’t stop. Ruin me, wreck me . . . oh, god. Harder. Harder.”
“Such a slut for my dick.” I reach under him, wrapping my hand around his hard length, jerking him in time with my thrusts. “Come on, baby. Show me how much you love this. Come for me.”
His body tenses, his muscles locking up as he comes with a shout, coating my fingers. The sensation of him tightening around me is too much. “Gonna fill you up, baby. Gonna pump you full of my cum until it's dripping down your thighs."
I bury myself to the hilt one last time, my dick twitching and throbbing as I come with a guttural groan. My teeth sink into his shoulder, marking him, branding him as mine.
His body sags, and I pull out carefully. I spread his cheeks to inspect his hole, needing to make sure there’s no damage, which there isn’t. But the sight of my cum leaking out makes me groan. I scoop it up and then bring my fingers to his mouth. “Taste.”
He quirks a brow but sucks my fingers. “Yeah, not sure if cummy lemon lime is a good flavor.”
