I was tempted to strip Kieran down so I could release some of this tension, to fuck him until he was begging to come. It was difficult to resist the urge, but I managed, willing to play this out just to see where it would lead us.
Well, that and I had something else I needed to take care of.
Kieran’s hips rocked as he increased the friction against my hand, and I knew I could spare a couple more minutes for this.
“I want to watch you with her,” I admitted, my voice little more than a guttural rasp. “I want to watch you sink your cock deep inside her tight virgin pussy.”
Kieran growled deep in his throat. “Fuck me.”
I ignored his desperate plea. “I want to watch you glide your tongue over her pussy, flicking her clit, making her beg for more.”
Kieran panted, his head falling back.
“And I want to watch you bend her over and drill her tight little ass.”
“Oh, fuck, Knox.” Kieran was panting in earnest now. “Fuck me, goddammit.”
Because I was too damn tempted to do just that, I chose the opposite route, releasing Kieran and stepping back. I took stock of the whisker burn on Kieran’s neck and those kiss-swollen lips one final time before turning away. I fucking loved leaving marks on him.
Readjusting myself, I marched toward the master suite.
“I’ve got a meeting,” I informed him as the lights in the lavish bathroom automatically came on, brightening the luxurious space.
Kieran didn’t answer, but I could hear him moving around, knew he was up to something. The man lived to fuck with me.
Doing my best not to think about him, or about Emily and how good she’d smelled, I took a moment to gather myself, forcing thoughts of what the two of them might look like together out of my mind. From the first time Kieran had mentioned Emily after I’d shared my story with him, I had fantasized about them. Now that Emily was back in my orbit, now that I’d seen how sweet and innocent she still was, I was certainly looking forward to the day I watched Emily’s pouty little mouth wrap around Kieran’s thick cock.
Taking a deep breath, I shoved the lustful thoughts away. I did not have time for them right this minute. Soon.
I shoved away from the sink, walked into the large closet, and pulled a fresh shirt from a hanger. I changed into it, then retrieved a pair of slacks, the matching jacket. It was the work of a moment to get dressed, to make myself presentable for the other suits I would be meeting with.
When I finished dressing, I took another cleansing breath and returned to the bedroom, figuring Kieran had given up and moved on. He would gladly go toe to toe with me, but he wasn’t one to sit around and wait.
Except hewaswaiting. Right there on the damn bed, the sexy man was patiently waiting for me to return. Only, he’d found a way to preoccupy himself in the meantime. He was laid back on the king-sized bed we shared most nights, head propped up on his arm, feet on the floor, jeans shoved down to his knees, his cock in his fist.
Sometimes I wished the man wasn’t so goddamn tempting.
“I told you I don’t have time for this.”
“And I heard you,” Kieran relayed, leisurely stroking his thick cock, a bead of precum pooling at the tip.
I glanced at the bedside clock. I had a meeting in an hour, which meant I needed to get to the office and review the information prior to. I was not one to walk into something without having all the details.
My gaze shifted back to Kieran, to the way his big hand curled tightly around his shaft. His knees were spread wide and I could see his heavy sac. I had the desire to take him in my mouth, to take the control away from him simply because I knew that I could. But I wouldn’t because I was not going to play into his hands, give him exactly what he wanted.
Resigned to this, I took another deep breath and leaned one shoulder against the doorjamb, admiring the flex of his arm muscles as he stroked. Slow, steady. As he held his head up to peer at me down his body, Kieran’s eyes locked on me, his mouth partially open.
“I could make you stop,” I told him.
“You could,” Kieran panted harshly as he increased his pace. “God, you could.”
That was one thing I loved about Kieran. No matter how dominant he wanted to be when it came to our relationship, he always caved to my demands. Deep down, I knew it was his way of giving me what I needed. He’d not yet fully stood up to me, but I had the feeling he would, and when that time came, his will would be unbreakable.
I remained where I was, glancing from Kieran’s iron-hard cock to his face and back again. My own cock was thickening but I ignored the damn thing. Fucking him required time and patience, neither of which I had at the moment.
“You’ve got one minute,” I informed him.
Kieran moaned.
