“Hi,” I say, my cheeks heating.
With a chuckle, he crosses the distance, sliding a hand behind my neck and squeezing, while the other rests lightly on my hip.
I look up at him. He still has water clinging to his lashes and he smells like sandalwood body wash.
“You’re overthinking this,” he whispers. Then he lowers his mouth to mine and gives me the slowest, most mind-bending kiss as he pulls my body against his, still hot and damp from the shower.
By the time he releases my mouth, my lips are swollen, my brain hijacked by a wildfire of lust. He clamps down on my earlobe with a growl. “I need you, Vixen.”
My pussy spasms in agreement. Yeah, I’ve lost this battle. I reach between us and unknot his towel so it falls at his feet. His eyes flare with heat and surprise. Then I drop to my knees on top of it and wrap my hand around the base of his cock.
“Oh,” I gasp, pausing. It’s not the size of him, though he is impressive, but the two bars crossing his swollen head. “That must’ve hurt,” I say, leaning forward and running my tongue over the piercing. I’m rewarded with a bead of salty precum and a “feckin’ hell,” from Killian.
“Worth it,” he stutters as I wrap my lips around his head and swirl my tongue over the bars. “Jaysus, your mouth is fuckin’ heaven.”
I tentatively lick a path up the hard, thick length. His skin is velvet over steel and tastes like soap and sin. He moans and leans his hand on the locker. The other one slips the band out of my hair so it falls down my back.
I’ve never given head before. Michael never required that of me. Probably knew I’d bite his dick off. But it seems pretty intuitive. Do what feels good for both of us.
After he lets me explore him with my tongue, he wraps my hair around his fist and tugs my head closer, pulling me down further on his cock. He’s thick so my jaw is immediately stretched to painful limits.Okay, I can do this.I create suction, pulling him in deeper until he hits the back of my throat.
I feel him shift, and I glance up at his face. He’s staring down at me with half-lidded, sparkling eyes, his teeth sunk deep into his bottom lip. I smile to myself. It feels good to be the source of so much pleasure for him.
His words come out breathy and hoarse as he pulls me off his cock and runs his thumb over my bottom lip. “I need to fuck your mouth, Vixen. Tap my thigh if it’s too much, yeah.”
I nod, a little scared and a lot turned on.
He tugs my jaw down with his thumb and slides his cock against my tongue. Slowly at first, letting the piercing touch the back of my throat. I dig my nails into his thighs, feeling the drool slide down my neck, breathing through my nose.
“Look at ya,” he growls. “Takin’ my cock so well, Vixen.” And then he changes his rhythm, speeding it up, pushing deeper into my throat with shorter thrusts until I feel him swell. “Pull off or be ready to swallow, love,” he warns.
It’s the only warning I get. I reach up and cup his balls instinctively, and he spills down my throat with a roar, his legs practically giving out.
He steadies himself, chest heaving and staring at me as his cock slides out of my mouth and I swallow. That was the filthiest thing I’ve ever done and for the love of all things sinful, I want to do it again. Want to be the one to buckle this man’s knees again. It’s the most powerful, the most wanted I’ve felt… well, ever.
I glance up at his soft chuckle. He caresses my cheek with the back of his hand. “Feckin’ hell, woman. I could get addicted to this lovely mouth of yours.” With a sigh, he holds out his hand. “Come on then. As much as I like you on your knees, I’m sure it’s not the most comfortable position.”
As he’s gently helping me to my feet, there’s a sudden pounding on the door again. This time Sully is also yelling through the door. “Killian, for fuck’s sake, open the bloody door before I bust it down!”
He leans his forehead against mine with a sigh. Then he runs his palms down my arms, causing goosebumps to erupt and graces me with a rare smile. “To be continued.”
A sadness washes over me because I know what I have to do next.
Chapter 30
Samantha
I’m sitting on the scratchy, flowered comforter at the Sunrise Hotel, hugging my knees and staring at the lime green carpeting that looks like astroturf. Whoever picked the décor in here should be shot. It’s beyond ugly. Beyond gross. And I don’t want to touch anything.
I sigh and glance at the alarm clock, the glowing numbers smeared by greasy fingerprints. Almost 4 AM.
As soon as the sun comes up, I’m out of here. There’s no way for Celia to contact me if something happens. I need to replace the burner phone and see Rona, see that she’s okay with my own eyes. I didn’t go back to my apartment in case they’re watching it.
I catch movement out of the corner of my eye. A giant palmetto bug is crawling up the wall behind the TV. I shudder. I should’ve slept in my car.
Dropping my forehead onto my knees, I groan. I have never felt so alone. Besides feeling like I have a limb missing from being separated from Rona, I’m now craving touch.
I now know what it feels like to be in Killian’s protective arms, to have his mouth devouring my body, his eyes seeing me. Really seeing me. He saw my reaction when The Punisher got in my space and touched me. He immediately rescued me, thenbrought me back to the present moment, pleasuring me to keep me there.
