An audible groan escapes Killian’s throat. He laces his fingers and puts them behind his head like he’s fighting the urge to reach out and grab me.
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip as I lower myself to the floor in a split then roll my hips forward, my palms to the ground. With our eyes locked, I pull my knees in and crawl to him, my breasts hanging heavy, just like I did during my audition. Only this time, I’m not hiding behind a wig and mask. I’m offering him the real me. To do whatever he wants with. The thrill is a high sweeping all my fears and problems away for a blissful moment in time.
His hands are still locked behind his head as I grip his muscular thighs and slide between them, rubbing my body over his rock-hard erection and pressing my chest against his. His breathing is shallow, a dangerous glint in his eyes.
When I’m eye to eye with him, I whisper, “Hey, Killian…”
His voice cracks as he says, “Aye?”
I smile and whisper against his mouth. “Ruin me.”
And my next breath is stolen as his palms grab my face and his mouth slams down on mine with a feral growl. I lose all sense of time, space and self as my world shrinks down to the way he’s devouring me, owning me, his tongue so deep and demanding, it’s less like a kiss and more like staking a claim. He still has a hold of my face, tilting it for his pleasure as he bites and licks and sucks at my mouth, pulling breathy moans from my throat and dampening my panties.
When he finally releases my face, it’s to unhook my bra, his mouth still devouring mine. His warm palms land on mybreasts, his thumbs brushing over my stiff nipples. A shot of fire shoots through my belly and my core contracts.
“You and these fuckin’ beautiful tits,” he moans. “They’ll be the death of me.” He squeezes and massages, pushing me to the edge with skilled hands and kisses.
I drop to my knees, squirming and squeezing my thighs together to try to get relief.
He pulls his mouth away from mine with a smirk. “Don’t you dare come, Vixen.” His chin tilts down and his eyes lock on my breasts in his hands. “So fuckin’ perfect.” He squeezes, pinching both nipples between his fingers sending a lightning bolt between my legs.
I whimper. With a glance at my face, he wraps his large hands around my ribcage and easily lifts me off the floor. “You’re too far away. Come here.”
I place a knee on each side of him, straddling his lap. Which puts my breasts right in his face.
“Much better,” he growls. Leaning forward, he brushes my hair over my shoulder and wraps his hot mouth around a nipple.
My head falls back as he licks and sucks and massages, giving equal attention to both breasts until I’m grinding against his steel cock beneath me, feeling the first contractions of an impending orgasm.
“Oh God, Killian,” I breathe, completely out of my mind with need. “Please…I need you.”
He pulls back, his eyes dropping to watch the way I’m shamelessly grinding my pussy into him. His nostrils flare and he leans his back against the wall, hands lightly resting on myhips. “Go ahead, love. Take what you want. Show me how you make yourself come on my cock.”
His command unleashes something wild in me. I rake my gaze over his face, down his chest. “Take your shirt off,” I breathe as I rock and grind my clit on him.
He obeys, unbuttoning and pulling it off without breaking my rhythm.
My mouth waters as I run my hands over the hard, inked swell of his chest and cut of his abs. His eyes flutter closed, and his cock twitches beneath me. His jaw clenches like he’s holding himself back.
I slide my fingertips beneath the belted waist of his slacks and grip it tight, using it to anchor myself so I can grind down harder. I know I’m soaking his pants, but I don’t care.
He reaches up and pushes two fingers into my mouth. I wrap my lips around them, and suck as they press down on my tongue, touching the back of my throat.
Killian groans. “Do you know how bleedin’ beautiful you look right now, pleasuring yourself on my cock. A fuckin’ goddess.” He leans forward, brings his other hand up to gather my hair at the nape of my neck and holds my head still. As he pumps his fingers in my mouth and his cock swells and twitches beneath me, I’m dangling on the edge. Until he looks into my eyes and demands. “Come for me, Vixen.”
A scream lodges in my throat, behind his fingers, as my body obeys. My muscles lock, my core convulses, my mind is filled with a blinding white burst of pleasure as I come so hard, I almost black out.
And then Killian pulls his fingers from my mouth, slips them beneath my thong and shoves them into my pussy. For afew blissful seconds I only hear the wet sounds of his fingers pumping inside me and our heavy breaths. Suddenly, I cry out as another orgasm rips through me, my walls clenching around his fingers as he whispers dirty words of encouragement.
“That’s two, Vixen,” he growls, sliding his fingers out and grabbing fistfuls of my ass. “I know you’ve got one more in ya.” He leans forward and takes my mouth again, his tongue exploring slower, his moan vibrating in my mouth. Between kisses, he kneads my ass and then gives it a sharp slap. “I need to fuck ya now, yeah.”
My breath catches in my throat as he swings us around, laying me on my back. He tugs my thong off.
His eyes burn into mine and then he takes a slow perusal of my naked body beneath him. His jaw muscles ripple as he unzips his slacks. He’s watching every twitch of my face with those piercing eyes.
I can see the uncertainty. He’s thinking about what I endured with Michael and wants me to be sure.
I am.
