He suddenly pulls back. His eyes are wild, and his chest is heaving. His expression looks like he’s either pissed off or in pain.
“Feck,” he growls. “I need to taste you, Vixen.” He grabs me by the waist. I squeal as he lifts me from the water like I weigh nothing, and deposits me on the edge of the hot tub. A warm, salty breeze caresses my steaming, wet body. I’m staring down at him as he grabs my ankles and rests my feet on the cushion edge, opening me up to him.
His gaze is locked on my soaked underwear, but when his thumb brushes over the thick scar on my ankle, he stills. He rubs a thumb over the raised skin, and his eyes lift to mine, fury flaring like a lightning strike. “You will tell me how you got this.” It’s a statement, not a question. He leans forward and kisses the scar. Then he gives me a wicked smile. “But first, you’re going to come on my tongue.” With that, he begins to kiss, suck andnibble his way up the inside of my calf and inner thigh. He alternates soft sweeps of his lips and tongue with feral love bites.
I squirm with both pleasure and anxiety. I should stop him. I’ve never had a man go down on me before. What if I hate it? Pleasure and fear are at war within me.
Pleasure wins as the press of his palms opens me wider, his sinful mouth right at the edge of my underwear. He sinks his teeth into my flesh, then sucks gently. His pierced tongue begins to probe beneath the edge of my panties. I whimper, my walls contracting.
Don’t come. Don’t come.
As if he can read my body, his eyes lift to meet mine. They glow with starlight and lust. So beautiful, there’s a catch in my breath.
“Do not come yet, Vixen.” He pushes himself out of the water, locking his elbows so we’re eye to eye. A rumble climbs up his throat as he leans forward, sinks his teeth into my bottom lip and tugs, dragging his teeth roughly before releasing me. He runs his tongue over my throbbing lip. It matches the beat of the throbbing between my legs.
“Your mouth should be bloody illegal,” he whispers. Then he squeezes his eyes closed for a moment before he lowers himself back into the bubbling water.
He starts at the other ankle, kissing and biting his way up my left calve and inner thigh. The pause has given my arousal a few moments to come down in intensity.
But, his hot mouth greedily sucking my inner thigh has the intensity shooting up sky high again. I dig my fingers into his scalp. “Killian, please…you’re torturing me,” I moan.
He chuckles and runs a knuckle along the fabric over my clit, causing me to jerk forward. “So responsive,” he muses. Then he tugs my underwear aside, and I feel the air one second before he seals his hot mouth over me.
“Oh, God.” I once again dig my fingers into his scalp and stop breathing as he alternates a hard sucking motion and circling my clit with his wicked tongue. The tongue piercing puts just the right amount of pressure on the bundle of nerves. My walls are contracting and the emptiness is painful.
“OhGodKillianpleasefuckplease,” I cry on a sudden exhale. I need him inside me. His tongue. His fingers. His cock. I don’t care at this point.
His fingers spread me wider and his tongue slides down, circling my opening with intensifying pressure. Again… that piercing.Holy fuck.I know this area has the second highest concentration of nerve endings, and that tiny ball of metal is working every last one. A gush of fluid has him lapping at me with a flattened tongue.
“This pussy,” he hums. “Fuckin’ delicious.” His words cause me to glance down at him. He looks up, his lips glistening. “You say my name when you come, yeah?”
I nod, starry-eyed and at his mercy. I would jump off a building right now if he told me to.
He returns to using his fingers to spread my lips, his gaze and tongue fixated on my pussy. I watch in a daze as he finally pushes his tongue deep inside me, lifting it to press his piercing against my top wall, right on my G-spot. He finds a rhythm, licking, sucking, fucking me deep with his tongue. It’s too much. The need he’s building in me is maddening.
My thighs try to clamp together. I stifle a scream, my breathing coming in such short gasps I may hyperventilate. Hepushes in deeper, his tongue moving in faster strokes. He hums in pleasure as my legs begin to shake, and I feel the vibration against my flesh.
I have zero control of my body as I grind against his mouth, all thoughts gone. My hips buck. He pins my thighs down with his arm. I throw my head back and cry out as the release hits, blowing me back to stardust. “Killian!”
He slips two fingers inside me, giving my spasming muscles something to contract around. I push into his hand, his name still echoing in my brain. Nonsensical noises and whimpers escaping my throat.
“Such a good girl, love,” he says, sliding his fingers in and out slowly while I come down from outer space.
I let my head fall against the white cushion behind me. I’m Jell-O. Complete mush. I can only lie here, breathing, staring up at the star-filled sky. “Give me a sec,” I whisper as I feel Killian push himself out of the water and sit beside me.
Briefly I think about returning the favor, but I’m not ready for that. And luckily, he doesn’t seem inclined to ask or demand. I feel so free though. I want to scream a big fuck you to Michael.You didn’t win, you fucking psychopath.I can still feel pleasure from a man.
After my breathing evens out, Killian’s voice floats on the breeze. There’s a hint of concern. “You all right?”
I let out a sigh, not sure if I am or not. “My grandma once told me that sometimes life is standing over your mom’s grave, leaking tears into the dirt. And sometimes it’s the stars twinkling above you while a man works his magic tongue between your legs.”
Killian’s laughter is sharp and high. “She did not.”
I turn and grin at him. “Not quite in those words.” Then I feel the weight of my past come crashing back down like a ton of bricks. “I think her point was life is a contradiction, and you have to take the bad with the good. It was nice to forget the bad for a while. Thank you.”
“My pleasure, love.” He gently lifts my bare leg and wraps his palm around my scarred ankle. “Now tell me about this.”
It must be the exhaustion, or how he’s cracked me open and lowered my guard. Because I hear myself say, “From when I was chained in hell by the devil.”
