If I was raw and vulnerable, well, he was now too.
“It’s you,” he whispered. “It’s you.”
I wasn’t a hundred percent sure what he meant by that, but the way he was looking at me made me feel like the most precious thing he’d ever seen.
He cleared his throat. “So yeah, baby doll, I made you come. Because when I get in you, I’m gonna take my time. I’m going to enjoy ringing another orgasm out of you before I bury mine deep in that belly.”
His hand dragged mine over to his lips, drawing two fingers into his mouth to twine his tongue around them. Heat coiled low in my belly, and the desire I thought was spent came roaring back to life.
Releasing my fingers, he said, “I’m not done with you tonight, baby doll. Not even close.”
CHAPTER
SIXTEEN
Kieran
I didn’t take your number. When I was hiding, I wished I had.
He thought of me when he was in trouble.
No. Hewishedfor me.
Those words. His tears. Those desperate little whimpers. The strongest opponent I’d ever met. Waiting was not an option. Perhaps it never was.
Those mismatched eyes followed as I pushed onto my knees. The vision he made lain out across my bed with my shirt draped around his frame and cum drying on his middle was temptation personified that wrecked any good intentions I might have had.
“Look at this doll,” I murmured while dragging the pad of my finger through the tacky mess and continuing down to the inside of his silky thigh. “Flushed skin, wet cheeks. A perfect little wreck. Even though I hate every single cut on your body, I can’t deny how fucking captivating you look wearing them.”
He whined, stare going hazy as I lifted his leg to rest his foot against my shoulder.
Glancing at the bandage wrapped around his knee, I kissed his calf. “Life defying death,” I murmured against his skin,which smelled like my soap from when I’d cleaned him last night. “You’re stronger than you look.” I went on, sampling his succulent flesh until it bore the marks of my teeth.
Goose bumps chased themselves across his skin, and his hands twisted in the sheets.
“That’s good, baby doll.” I praised him. “Very good. Because you will have to be strong to withstand the way I want you.”
“If you make me come again before your dick is in me, I won’t be the only one in this room with stitches,” he threatened even while his chest heaved with desire.
I laughed, the dark, rumbling sound almost foreign to my ears, but for once, I felt no urge to hold it back. “You can come all you want, little hazard. I’ll just make you come again.”
“It doesn’t work like that.”
I smiled into the arch of his foot. “Maybe it doesn’t, butyoudo. Look at how responsive you are,” I said, licking a stripe up the side of his toe as I watched his dick harden.
Between my legs, my cock practically had its own heartbeat. Sheer will kept me from erupting when he did. I’d had to nearly strangle the base of my dick while watching the chords in his neck protrude and back arch and hear his wail of bliss while cum splattered his naked skin. The entire thing was edging to the extreme, but it would be worth it.
Placing his leg back on the bed, I pushed his thighs wide.
“Remember your safe word?” I asked, sliding my palms under his bare ass.
He nodded.
“Say it.”
“Sugar.”
I lifted his lower body off the bed and split his cheeks to get a thorough look at that little pink hole. The area was smooth and nearly hairless, a perfect backdrop for the tight ring in the center.
