“This is all your goddamn fault,” I rasped roughly.
Kieran’s response was a hum, vibrations shooting through my shaft and into my balls.
“You knew what it’d do to me to see her like that.” I couldn’t stop seeing Emily when I closed my eyes, her tight little body clad only in a pair of virgin-white panties.
Holding Kieran’s hair tightly, I let the heated suction draw my release closer. I fucking loved his mouth, the way he knew exactly what I enjoyed.
“Tomorrow I expect you to give her some relief,” I instructed, moaning as the pleasure of his mouth ricocheted through my balls. “Then I expect you to tell me all about it.”
He didn’t respond because he couldn’t with my cock stuffed deep in his throat. His answer came in the form of the blessed suction as he worked me right up to the point of no return. Then drained every last drop from my balls.
18
Sunday, November 6, 2022
Emily
I woke up the following morning sexuallyfrustrated.
I guess that wasn’t much different than any other day I’d woken up, but still. It seemed more severe this time.
Whether or not I was fortunate not to have a hangover, I wasn’t sure. There was only a slight throbbing behind my eyes, but nothing that would’ve kept me in bed. However, it likely wouldn’t have mattered if I was in need of the hair of the dog, because I was positive the throb of arousal in my core would’ve been a far greater power than a headache.
After lingering in bed for a few minutes, peering out the windows at Central Park coming to life, I managed to get vertical.
One thing I didn’t miss about the dorms was the communal bathroom. Here, I had it all to myself, didn’t have to wait for anyone, see anyone, make small talk. I was alone with my thoughts and the ridiculous ache that was a full-on firestorm in my blood.
A shower came next, which was a tremendous feat in and of itself. For one thing, I had a removable showerhead at my disposal, which could’ve accomplished two goals at one time. One, I could’ve relieved the spasm of arousal, and two, I could’ve done it without touching myself, the directive Knox had dished out, the one I was evidently hung up on.
Somehow I made it through without caving.
When I got out, I dried my hair and put on a bit of makeup. I was seeing Kieran and Knox today, after all. Knox had even promised to take me to dinner.
Once finished with my hair and face, I slathered on some lotion then dressed in a three-quarter sleeve light gray sweater dress that stopped at mid-thigh. It wasn’t formfitting, but there was something about it that accentuated my body in a way that I definitely approved of. I pulled on a pair of matching synthetic suede, flat-heeled, over-the-knee boots that had sexy ties at the top.
A quick look in the mirror and I was satisfied. I figured Priya and Siobhan would both approve of my choices.
Finally presentable, I went downstairs, heading for the kitchen, pausing briefly to look out the windows at the city. There was no doubt about it, the view was spectacular, and I wasn’t sure I would ever get enough of it.
I was rounding the corner when I heard movement, expecting to see Guillermo working in the kitchen. No sooner did the space open up than I stopped dead in my tracks.
That most certainly wasn’t Guillermo.
“Mornin’, love.”
A smile instantly formed on my face.
Kieran was in my kitchen wearing a charcoal T-shirt and ripped and faded jeans as he worked at the stove. The scent of bacon and eggs was everywhere, awakening my senses and making my stomach rumble despite the fact that I didn’t care to eat either.
“What are you cooking?”
“Full Irish, my love.” He paused to peer over his shoulder at me, his gaze heating as it took me in.
I stepped into the room.
“I gave Stewart and Guillermo the morning off,” he said. “Grab yourself a cup of coffee, take a seat. I like company when I work.”
How could I resist?
