I lay back, and he spread the shirt out around me, eyes roaming my battered body as though he didn’t notice I was covered in wounds. Reaching into the nightstand, he grabbed a bottle of lube and squirted some into his hand before tossing the bottle onto the bed and moving so close his thighs brushed the side of the mattress. I turned my face toward him as he slid is wet hand over his stiff dick. There was so much lube in his palm that it squeezed out of his fist, gathering under the thick mushroom-shaped tip. It was bold and virile, his head alwayson proud display unlike my uncut cock whose head was only out when I was rocking a boner—like now. A lewd squelching sound filled the room when he twisted his hand and pumped his shaft, and it sent a surge of jealousy through me.I want that.
“Kieran,” I whimpered, clearly not above begging again.
He said nothing, just stood there, working the lube over his rod until it glistened, his heated stare fixed on me. Impatient, I reached for him, eager to feel the weight of him in my palm.
“No.”
The denial was like the crack of a whip on my bare skin, and my stare shot to him, incredulous of the refusal.
Our eyes met, and his dark brow arched.Are you going to be good for me like you promised?
I bit down on my lip and withdrew my hand, but please note: I was not happy about this. Not at all.
Kieran’s expression barely changed as he continued fapping his shiny, wet dick, brazenly showing off what I begged for while at the same time denying it. I watched hungrily as it practically swelled in his hand, imagining how it would feel inside me. It would likely burn at first, maybe even hurt. But that sharp sting would spread through my veins and mellow into bone-melting pleasure. I squirmed and whined, my cock leaking all over my lower belly, so worked up that a flush spread across my chest. When a pearly bead appeared on his tip, I let out a low moan.
“If you keep this up, I’m going to come before you even touch me.”
“Go ahead.”
Shock parted my lips. “W-what?” I said, attention diverted by the way he slid down to cup his balls and squeeze them.
My dick spasmed, and I whimpered.
“You can come whenever you want, baby doll.”
“How can I without you?”
“I’m right here.”
“But you won’t let me touch you. You won’t touch me.”
“Is that what you need? Me to touch you?”
I nodded eagerly, so much so that my head ached.
His laugh was so low that I might have missed it if it weren’t for the way his eyes lit up. “Lie back.”
I did, looking up for more direction.
A pained sound left his lips. “You are so beautiful it hurts.”
“Not as much as my dick,” I muttered, frustration overtaking my mind and body.
This time, his laugh was audible, and hearing it tumbled my heart. Before I could recover, Kieran’s hand lay over my chest in a barely-there caress. My breath caught. His fingers circled my nipple and then pinched. My entire body bowed, torso arching like I was suddenly possessed.
I was.
By the blinding, overwhelming orgasm that literally ripped from my balls and shot out of my dick. I cried out, entire body held hostage by explosive pleasure. When it ebbed, I dropped back on the mattress, panting, only to have Kieran pinch my nipple again, creating a ripple of aftershocks through my limbs.
His hand lifted, and my head rolled toward himandhis still-rigid dick.
Groaning, I looked down at the cum splattered on my belly. “Oh man,”I groaned, completely mortified. My God, he literally touched my nipple, and I went off like a firework.
“Is something wrong?” Kieran mused.
Was he pleased by this? Did he think my short fuse was entertaining?
I glared. “This is your fault.”
