By His Play

27. Effie

27

EFFIE

T he second he walks away, everything changes again.

The heat coursing through my veins and the desire that pulled at my muscles ebb away, and the grief I’m all too familiar with creeps back in.

I had every intention of doing what Kieran suggested. I even make it as far as the grocery bag he’d abandoned in the kitchen.

I am hungry, I can’t deny that, but still, my stomach knotted the instant I looked at the fresh baguette and all the fillings he’d bought.

I don’t want to think about food. I don’t want to be sad.

I don’t want to be in pain.

He’s shown me a way to make it stop, and he’s offering it to me on a platter.

Without overthinking it, I abandon the food and walk down the hallway to where I know he is.

The image of him standing under the shower with water running over his muscular body is the only thing I can think about. Well, that, and the way his erection tented his sweats not so long ago.

I’d be lying if I said my mouth doesn’t water at the thought of getting a taste of him.

He’s had a taste of me after all.

It’s only fair that I return the favor.

If we’re going to do this, then I want the full Kieran Callahan experience.

Pressing my trembling hand against the ajar bathroom door, I suck in a deep breath before pushing it open and stepping into the steam.

If it were anyone else in here, I would probably be nervous. But I already know how he’s going to react, and it’s only spurring me on.

It’s four days.

We can do four days.

Right now, the biggest issue I have is whether I’ll be able to leave this place and go home.

That’s going to be harder than giving him up and returning to normal.

I’ll still have him in my life no matter what, but I’ll be leaving Grams behind.

Squeezing my eyes closed, I refuse to allow myself to go there.

Look up.

My breath catches in my throat at what I find.

The sight of him with his head bowed hits me hard.

He looks…defeated.

Without thought, I move deeper into the room with my heart slamming against my ribs.

The nerves have hit, but I refuse to give into them.

I take my glasses off before reaching for the bottom of both his hoodie and the shirt I’m wearing. I begin pulling them up my body, exposing myself again.

I’ve got the fabric around my hips when he realizes that he’s no longer alone and looks over at me.

My breath gets stuck in my throat as his eyes widen in surprise, watching as intently as I reveal inch after inch of my body.

They lock on my bare chest before I pull both items over my head.

I may no longer be able to see him looking at me, but I know he is. My skin is burning up and my breasts are already aching.

The second the fabric clears my head, I discover what I already knew.

Kieran has turned to face me, his eyes are now on mine and they are blazing.

“W-what are you doing?” he stutters once I’ve dropped my panties and moved closer.

A light mist of water from the shower covers me, and it makes my nipples pebble even harder than they already are.

Keeping my eyes on his, I suck in a deep breath and say what I came in here to say.

“Four days, yeah?” I ask, my voice firm and confident despite the riot of emotions warring inside me.

His chin drops in surprise, but he doesn’t say a word.

Instead, he nods.

Not exactly the response I was hoping for, but I guess making him speechless isn’t a bad thing.

“Four days and then we move on like it never happened?” I ask with a wince.

God. It’s crazy.

We’re crazy.

He nods again, his nostrils flaring and his fists curling at his sides.

“Okay. Deal,” I say before doing what I was imagining when I stepped in here.

His sharp intake of breath hits my ears as my knees land on the tiles at his feet.

“Baby,” he groans, suddenly finding his voice.

I shuffle forward, moving closer to what I really want before I reach out and wrap my hand around his hard dick.

My stomach flips and every muscle south of my waist pulls tight as I remember just how good he felt inside me.

My heart pounds so hard, I can feel it in every inch of my body as I lean closer to him.

His fingers sink into my hair, twisting tightly as I stick my tongue out and lick his tip.

His hips jerk forward the very moment we connect and the head of his dick slips past my lips.

Oh my god.

I’m sucking Kieran Callahan’s dick.

My wide eyes roll up his body as he pushes a little deeper.

If I’m being honest, I don’t rate my blow job skills. I’ve given a few in the past, but no one has ever been overly complimentary. But then, I can’t say I ever really wanted to get on my knees and do it.

Right now, though…everything is different.

I want to blow his mind just like he did mine last night.

I want to be the best whore he’s ever had. And that thought alone would be enough to put me on my knees if I weren’t already there.

What the fuck has this man done to me?

“Christ, Luck,” he groans, feeding me more of his dick.

I open wider for him, happily taking him.

He gazes down at me with awe in his dark green eyes, and my already slick pussy gets wetter for him.

“Look at you,” he muses. “Such a good girl on your knees for me.”

My eyes shutter as I embrace his words, desire pulsing through my veins.

“Can you take more?” he asks, his free hand reaching down to cup my jaw tenderly.

I nod as best I can, willing to do whatever he wants.

He smiles down at me, and I light up inside, knowing that I’m pleasing him.

“Good girl,” he praises at the same time his grip on my hair tightens.

Tears prick my eyes as he drags me closer, forcing his dick deeper.

He hits the back and I gag.

“We’ll take it slow. Build you up, okay?”

Hating that I’m not giving him what he needs, I suck in a deep breath through my nose and force myself to relax.

He moves again, but this time, I don’t gag. I take him.

It’s not all of him by a long shot, but it’s more than I’ve ever dared take before.

He completely consumes my senses, and my breathing.

My lungs burn from lack of oxygen as he continues to fuck my face, drool running down my chin and tears spilling from my eyes.

But these tears are different from all the others I’ve shed recently. They don’t come with a side of unbearable pain. They only come with pleasure.

My clit throbs with my need to come as he continues using me.

I rub my thighs together, trying to get the friction I need. I don’t realize it’s obvious until he barks.

“Spread your legs,” he demands, his voice deep and unforgiving.

Without missing a beat, I do as I’m told.

“You’re dripping wet for me, aren’t you?” he rasps.

I stare up at him, aware that he can probably read the answer in my hungry eyes.

“Be a good girl and I might let you come.”

I whimper around his dick and he curses.

“You only get to come when I say you can. For the next four days, your pleasure belongs to me. You don’t touch yourself. You don’t get yourself off. It’s my job and mine alone. And I will decide when.”

Every single muscle in my body tightens.

Oh my fucking god.

Pulling his dick from my mouth, he allows me to suck in a couple deep breaths.

“Do you understand, Luck?”

“Y-yes.”

He stares down at me with his dick in his hand and his chest heaving as water rains down on his back.

Hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

“Good. You won’t regret it.”

My lips part to speak, but I don’t manage to get any words out before he pushes his dick back inside my mouth.

“Goddamn, Effie,” he groans, his pace increasing.

The tip of his dick pushes against my throat, but he doesn’t go any farther. Not yet. Something tells me that might change by the end of these four days.

My kind and caring best friend has some serious kinks, and I am more than happy to indulge him and find out just how far they really go.

“Fuck,” he grunts, his fingers twisting so tightly in my hair.

He stares down at me as his hips thrust his dick in and out of my mouth, and I can’t take my eyes off him.

“That’s it. Fuck. You look incredible. Fuck,” he groans again before his loud moan bounces off the tiles around us and his dick pulsates in my mouth before he comes down my throat. “Effie, fuck.”

He pulls back, his cock softening between my lips, but he demands, “Don’t close your mouth,” before he lets it drop.

My jaw hurts, and I’m desperate to swallow, but I do as I’m told.

I need him to tell me that I’m a good girl again like I need my next breath.

His eyes run over every inch of me before coming back to my face.

“Swallow,” he finally commands, and I do in a heartbeat.

A smirk spreads across his lips before he mutters, “Who knew you’d be this perfect?” before reaching down and effortlessly lifting me from the floor.

But he doesn’t place me on my feet. Instead, he wraps my legs around his waist and presses my back against the tiles.

Reaching beneath me, his fingers find my pussy and he groans.

“Look how much you loved sucking my dick, Luck,” he says before pulling his glistening fingers free. “And you looked so beautiful doing it.”

Pushing his fingers into my mouth, they hit the back of my throat as my taste explodes on my tongue, and I gag again.

“We’ll work on that,” he tells me before pulling his hand away and slamming his lips down on mine, tasting me on my tongue. “Delicious.”

“Kieran, please,” I beg when he finally pulls back, breaking our kiss.

I’m desperate, my body screaming for a release.

“Please, what, Luck?”

“I-I need to come.”

His smile is nothing but pure filth, and it hits me right in the clit.

“Do you remember what I said?” he asks.

I lick my lips, my brain barely firing at this point.

“Tell me. Tell me what I said.”

“Y-you said…” I swallow, my throat dry. “You said I only come when you decide I can.”

His smile grows.

“Good girl.”

He shifts me against his body, ensuring his dick rubs against my pussy before he spins us around and under the spray.

“What are you doing?” I ask when he places me on my feet. I look over at where he had me pinned only moments ago, mourning the loss of what could have been.

Reaching over my shoulder, he grabs something before bringing it in front of me.

“I’m taking care of you,” he explains as he pours shower gel onto his and moves it to my chest.

“Not exactly what I had in mind.”

He raises a brow.

“Be a good girl, Effie. You never know what might come next.”

My head falls back and a moan spills from my lips when he teases my nipple.

He chuckles, and it makes my thighs clench.

“I like it when you’re desperate, Luck. Makes you even hotter.”