The orgasm hits me in a blast of ecstasy. My knees weaken, wanting to give out, but Killian shifts suddenly, and then my thighs are wrapped around his head, his hands gripping my hipshigh so that I stay pinned to the wall, his mouth never leaving me.
I reach up and grab one of the showerheads to hold on to with my other hand, digging my fingers into his short hair. I know I am not going to fall, but this is for me. My body is telling me to brace myself because this man is far from done.
His tongue keeps going, drinking down my pleasure and demanding more. The orgasm continues to pulse through me. My head starts to whip back and forth in a no motion, but it isn't for him to stop.
The hard tip of his tongue flicks back and forth on my clit before he latches on to it again. "I can't," I pant out. Killian growls, telling me I will, and my body obeys. Every muscle in my body locks up, and as I cry out in pleasure, the sensation hits me like a tidal wave consuming all of me, shooting all the way down to my toes. I ride it until I’m exhausted from the pleasure.
I open my eyes again when Killian nuzzles my neck, kissing me there. I don't know when he moved me. I don't care. I'm still in his tight hold. I wish we could stay like this forever.
"Thank you, Zolotse." A small laugh leaves me that he’s the one giving thanks. I didn’t do a damn thing.
"Sweetheart, I'm pretty sure it's me who's supposed to say that." He starts to shake his head no, but I cup his face in my hands and stare into his dark eyes. I know this is crazy, but I think I'm halfway in love with this man. "That was amazing. Is there anything you can't do?"
"Let you go."
I snort a laugh. "Yeah, I might need a minute." I wiggle my toes. "But it is my turn to wash you, and ah—" I swipe my tongue across my bottom lip at the thought of getting to taste him. I want to give him the same pleasure he did me. To see him fall apart from it. Killian is a big man. Would he fit inside of my mouth? I won’t know until I try, and I am surely going to do that.
"I came already, Zolotse."
"What?"
He nods. "Twice."
My mouth falls open. "Really?" I whisper.
"You taste amazing." He says this like I should know he came while going down on me.
"Killian, you're really good for my ego." I press my mouth to his. Any shyness I had over my body and curves is gone forever.
Chapter Sixteen
KILLIAN
Isqueeze the back of my neck, trying to pay attention to my computer screen. My Teddy Bear wasn't joking about me being good for her ego. After our shower, we ordered room service and watched a movie before having a repeat of the shower, only this time in bed.
Then this morning, the second her eyes popped open, she was on me. I mean, she was already on top of me, clinging like a koala bear—which might actually be a more fitting bear for her—while she was practically purring for me.
I'd pinned her to the bed, and this time I slid my bare dick against her body and rutted against her until we both came. Now she's strolling across our hotel room suite completely naked, making it hard for me to get the shit I need to handle handled. She is the best kind of distraction, though.
"Are you okay?" Teddy pauses in front of the dining room table where I'm sitting with my computer, her tits swaying with the motion. I grunt a response. "Okay," she giggles and is off again, disappearing into the bath.
I reach down and wrap my hand around my cock through my sweatpants and give my cock a hard squeeze. The motherfuckerwon't go down. He’s in a constant state of arousal with Teddy prancing around.
I focus again on the details I received about Teddy's lawyer. Everything appears pretty clean except he's involved in crypto. That can often be innocent, but other times it's not at all. I stay away from all that shit.
After I did a few jobs with Tristan, he taught me a bit about investing. It wasn't my thing, but he told me a few places to invest some of my money, and I know now why he is a very wealthy man. What I don't know is why he bothers to do these odd jobs with the government.
Tristan doesn't need the money, but what the fuck do I know? People often crave things far beyond money. The motivation could be the thrill of the job or something entirely different. I do this job because it's all I know. What the hell else was I going to do?
Except I now have something else to focus on. I have an audacious Teddy Bear that is too sweet and open for her own good. My new job is with her, taking care of her, protecting her and whatever else makes her life better. I'll serve as her personal bodyguard, receiving payment in the form of eating her pussy out and her coming against my face. I mean, I'd do it for free to be near her, but I'll do whatever I have to so that I can get my mouth on her. That means making sure she's happy, and a bit of killing comes along with that, but my girl doesn't need to know that.
I tab down to my next message, and it's from Tristan asking for an update. What the hell am I going to tell him? I want to keep him out of the country. If he's away with the girl, then we're in no rush to get to what Teddy believes is her final destination. She hasn't been able to get much information from her friend. Tristan is hovering like a psycho. Those are her words, not mine.
I'm sure if the therapist were to get their hands on both Tristan and me, it would be me who would be deemed the more psycho out of the two of us. I feed Tristan some bullshit, give a bit of information, and lie that I'm going to have to go into the estate myself to get a better look.
When Teddy comes twirling out of the bathroom in a frilly purple dress, I close my laptop. "Are you ready for our spa day?"
"Yes," I say. I'm not sure what a spa day entails, but I quickly find out when I'm sitting in a vibrating chair with my feet in warm water with rose petals floating around in it. I can’t help but smile. Never in a million years would you have been able to convince me that I’d be doing this. I would have laughed in your face for even suggesting it.
