“If I was with you right now,fuck, what to do first… there aresomany dirty things I’d love to do to you, Kaia Watson.” His low, gravelly voice sends a shiver rippling down my spine, it drips with sex and it’s addictive. “I’d spend hours worshipping your body, teasing you, bringing you to the edge, but not letting you come. I’d do it again and again until you begged me to let you come. I’d bury my face between your legs and fuck you with my tongue until you screamed my name, your thighs squeezing my head so tight it almost cracks in two and I’d love every fucking minute. Once you’d come on my face, I’d make you come on my cock. Would you like that, Kaia?”
“Yes, please,” I whimper, my fingers pumping in and out, pretending it’s Killian inside me, moving expertly above me. The sound of my wetness filling the silence of my darkened bedroom.
“Your pretty little cunt would hug my cock so tight. You’d take all of me like a good girl, wouldn’t you?”
“God, yes,” I whisper, his vulgar words has electricity coursing through my body.
“Do you like my dirty words, butterfly?”
“Yes.” No one has ever spoken to me this way, and I’ve never been so horny in my life. “God, Killian… I—I haven’t gotten this far in so long,” I say, my release steadily building. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
“Don’t you dare come, Kaia. Not until I let you.”
“What happens if I do?”
“The next time I see you, you’ll be bent over my knee with your panties around your ankles while I mark that beautiful ass of yours with my hand print,” he warns.
Jesus Christ.
“You make it sound like a bad thing,” I rush out, working my clit with the heel of my hand, needing more friction while I pump two fingers inside my pussy, my arousal coating my hand.
He chuckles. “Are you fucking yourself with your fingers, Kaia?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Let me hear you. I want to hear how good I make you feel.” Through the phone, I can hear the wet sounds he’s making as he jacks himself off and the thought has my pussy clenching around my soaked fingers.
“I want to hear you too,” I tell him.
“Fuck…” The sound of his moans are so hot, and knowing he’s touching himself while thinking about me is the biggest turn on and has me on the brink of orgasm, something I haven’t been able to do for such a long time. “Such a good girl for me. Fuck, I’m so close now, baby.”
Baby.
My toes curl, and I’m not sure I’m going to be able to hold off for much longer.
“Killian,please,” I beg as I teeter on the edge of oblivion.
I’m right there, but before Killian can give me the green light to come, a noise outside my room has my eyes snapping open.
It sounded like a door.
A light flicks on in the hallway and I freeze, hearing the sound of footsteps gradually growing closer.
“Shit, someone’s coming,” I whisper.
Killian goes to speak but I’m already hanging up the phone, cutting him off. I shove my phone under my pillow and pull the sheets up to cover my naked body and slam my eyes shut.
My bedroom door creaks open and I do my best to steady my breathing to appear asleep, forced to ignore the painfully delicious ache between my legs as the promise of my orgasm slowly fades away.
“Kaia?” My heart stops, my father’s whisper cutting through the silence. I keep my breathing steady and after a minute, the door closes and I wait until the light switches off before I release a heavy sigh. A sigh of both relief and frustration.
I was so close.
So close I could cry.
My phone buzzes under my pillow. Pulling it out, I peer down to find a message from Killian.
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