28. Kieran
28
KIERAN
I caress every inch of Effie’s body, loving the way she whimpers and leans into my touch, proving that this was the best idea I’ve ever had.
We can spend four days together. I can help her find herself again. And then we can return to Chicago, and our lives, with more than just sad memories of our time here.
I’m not naive; I know that losing Grams will always overshadow whatever we do here. I just hope that it softens the blow and gives her something positive to think about as well.
“Kieran,” she moans as I drag my fingers between her legs, giving her just a taste of what she wants.
The sound of my name on her lips ensures my cock is rock hard again.
It makes me wonder if I’m going to be able to control it when our time is done.
Surely, after four days, I’ll have whatever this is out of my system and ready to move on?
It’s not like any woman has ever held my interest for that long before.
Hell, four hours can be too long, let alone four days.
Or, I guess, five, if you include last night.
“Oh god,” she whimpers as I push two fingers inside her.
She’s just as tight as I remember and my dick jerks, jealous.
“You want my dick, Luck?” I ask, ducking down so I can look her dead in the eyes.
“Yes.”
I smirk. “Then don’t come.”
“W-what?” she stutters as if she misheard me.
“Then don’t come,” I repeat.
“But…please.” She pouts and I reach out, dragging my thumb across her bottom lip before tugging it forward even more.
The image of her lips stretched around my cock only minutes ago fills my mind.
Her inexperience was obvious, but it was by no means off-putting. What she lacked in finesse, she made up for in effort.
She wanted to suck my dick, and she got off in doing so.
That means more to me than anything else.
Give it a couple of days though, and she’ll be fucking outstanding. She’ll know exactly what I like and just what to do to blow my mind.
“Good girls get rewarded,” I remind her before copying her move from earlier and dropping to my knees.
She watches me with her swollen lips parted and her chest heaving erratically.
Leaning forward, I kiss up her thigh before lifting one foot from the floor and throwing her leg over my shoulder, leaving her standing on the other.
She reaches out to steady herself against the wall as I close in on her pussy.
Her scent fills my nose and my mouth waters.
I could eat her for a week and I’m not sure it would be enough.
With my fingers still curled inside her, I lick her clit.
Her entire body trembles, a needy whimper spilling from her lips.
“Kieran.”
Her fingers twist in my short, wet hair, and she holds it tight as if it’ll stop me from going anywhere.
I chuckle against her as her release begins to build in record time.
She hasn’t said anything, but I have no doubt she’s still sore from last night.
I’m going to fuck her again; it won’t stop me, but I’ll make sure she’s nice and ready first.
“Eyes,” I demand when hers close so she can chase her high.
She follows orders and something potent crackles between us as our gaze holds.
Her pussy grips my fingers tighter as her release approaches, and just before she crashes, I pull back and stand up.
“W-what?—”
Turning the shower off, I step out and grab one of the towels on the rack.
I spin around and hold it out for her, but I can’t help but laugh when I get a look at the expression on her face.
“Everything okay?” I ask, making her lips purse harder as I wrap her in the fluffy towel.
“Wonderful,” she seethes as I grab her glasses and slide them onto her face before tucking my fingers under her chin. I tilt her head back so she has no choice but to look up into my eyes.
“That attitude won’t get you what you want, Luck.” It’s bullshit. I’ll give her exactly what she wants over and over, because I want to watch her coming just as much as she wants the relief.
Thoughts of her tied to her bed and writhing as she comes all over herself fill my head.
Shaking the images, I duck down and kiss her tempting lips.
But no sooner does she open her mouth to deepen it than I pull away and grab a towel of my own.
Leaving her standing in the middle of the bathroom, I march toward the guest room to grab a clean pair of sweats. I go without boxers because…well, you know.
By the time I emerge, I find her in her bedroom, brushing her hair and still wearing nothing but the towel.
Ignoring her heated stare, I go to her chest of drawers and grab another of my t-shirts from her collection.
This one is a Chiefs one, and it’s got my name and number on it. I mean, why would I choose anything else? For the next four days, she’s mine, and I want to make sure she knows it.
Stepping up behind her, I hold her eyes in the mirror before tugging her towel from her body.
As tempting as her curves are, I don’t let my gaze drop.
“Arms up,” I say, smirking when she follows orders despite the fact she clearly wants to argue.
Reluctantly, I cover her up. But it’s only for a short while.
When I get her naked again, it’s going to be for a very long time.
Picking up the hairbrush from her vanity, I continue with what she was doing when I walked in.
“Kieran, you don’t need to?—”
“Shush. I told you that I was taking care of you, now let me.”
She falls silent as I drag the brush through her blonde locks.
Once I’m happy, I grab her hand and tug her out of her bedroom and to the kitchen.
She complains as I sit her on a stool, but the second I spin her to face me and pinch her jaw between my fingers, she stops.
She had to have known this was going to come before anything else.
I might have an endless list of things I want to do to her, but none of them are happening until she’s eaten.
“Good girl, remember?” I say before kissing the tip of her nose and walking to the bag I abandoned when I got back earlier.
My skin tingles where she watches me work, but I don’t look back or let her know I’m aware of her attention. Although, when I’m done and finally turn her way, I think it’s pretty obvious by the tenting of my sweats again.
“You really love sandwiches, huh?” she muses as I walk toward her with two plates in my hands.
Walking behind her, I lower her plate before brushing my lips against her ear.
“It’s not the food, Luck. It’s everything I’m going to do to you once we’ve finished it.”
All the air rushes from her lungs as she shudders on the stool.
“Eat up, baby. You’re going to need your energy,” I promise before pulling away and taking a seat beside her.
We eat in silence, but the air is charged with everything we want to say.
I demolish mine in only a few minutes, leaving Effie to nibble at hers.
To my delight, she eats more of it than I was expecting, and certainly more than she has for at least a week.
See…this little deal is good in more ways than one.
It’s going to help her find herself again.
“Done?” I ask when she pushes her plate away.
She glances over but doesn’t hold my eyes. She doesn’t think she’s done enough to please me.
Fuck. She’s so fucking perfect.
“Y-yeah. I can’t?—”
“It’s okay,” I tell her, cupping her jaw and turning her to face me. “You did good, baby.” Standing on the stool, I take her hand and help her to her feet. “Are you ready for dessert?” I ask.
She gasps, staring up at me with wide, desire-filled eyes before sucking her bottom lip into her mouth.
“Words, Effie. I need your words.”
“Y-yes,” she whimpers.
I search her eyes, looking for any hint of a lie.
I don’t find any.
“This isn’t going to be fast. And it might not be what you’re expecting. But I promise it’ll be worth it.”
“Okay.”
“If at any point you don’t want to continue?—”
“Stop,” she says, stepping closer. “I trust you, Kieran. Do you worst.”
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I retake her hand and lead her to her room.
My heart is racing as we step through the door, and irritatingly, my confidence wavers a little.
Suddenly, I feel like a teenager again who’s about to attempt his first time.
I guess, in a way, I am.
For the first time ever, I have every intention of doing this exactly as I want to.
I’m not going to let my fear hold me back because, for once, this isn’t about me.
It’s about her.
Effie.
My best friend.
The one woman I know I can trust with all my darkest secrets and desires.
Releasing her in the middle of her room, I take a step back.
“Strip,” I demand, pushing my hands into my pockets as I wait for her to follow orders.
She does instantly, revealing her body to me.
The bruises on her hips catch my eye again, and I can’t help but hope that this time tomorrow, she’ll have more.
She stands before me beautifully naked, waiting for my next command.
“Get on the bed, in the middle, arms above your head.”
Her cheeks expand as she sucks in a deep breath before spinning and stalking toward the bed.
I watch as she crawls onto the middle, giving me a look at her ass and pussy before she flips over and does as she’s told.
I stand there for a few more seconds before jumping into action.
“Where are you going?” she calls as I dart from the room.
“Spread your legs and wait,” I call over my shoulder, rushing to the guest room.
Her eyes widen when I return with two leather belts in my hand.
She swallows nervously but doesn’t say a word as I walk to the top of the bed, wrap the leather around her wrist, and then secure her to the bed.
I repeat the action with her other arm, loving the way her breathing gets more and more erratic as I restrict her movement.
Stepping back, I assess my handiwork.
“Beautiful,” I muse before movement catches my attention. I frown. “I said spread your legs.”
Instantly, she obeys, and I stalk to the foot of the bed, my eyes locked on her glistening pussy.
“You like being at my mercy, don’t you?”
I don’t need her confirmation; her body answers for her, but that doesn’t stop her from whispering, “Yes.”
“Has anyone ever tied you up before?”
She bites her bottom lip before shaking her head.
“Good.” I love the idea of being the first to do this to her.
Ripping my eyes from her, I begin pulling her drawers open.
“What are you looking for?” she asks before slamming her lips shut when I give her a heated look over my shoulder.
Finally, I find something that will work.
I spin around with two scarves in my hand.