By His Play

33. Kieran

33

KIERAN

I barely taste our food. My full focus is on her.

I knew she’d hate going out tonight, that she’d prefer for it just to be the two of us. But I wanted to do something special. Something memorable.

Tomorrow, that’s all this is going to be. A memory. And I want to make sure it’s a good one.

She eats in silence, savoring every bite of her salmon fillet.

I’m pretty sure she thinks she’s doing a good job of hiding how she’s really feeling. But she’s not.

Every minute or so, she squirms in her seat. And every time she does, my cock jerks.

I knew she’d follow orders and wear the toy I left for her. I didn’t need to check earlier. But I had to. There was no way I’d be able to sit here now only assuming.

I smirk every time she shifts in her seat, desperately trying to get some relief. But it’s not going to happen. In fact, it’s only going to get worse.

I want her begging for me. So desperate she can barely remember her own name.

I want tonight to go down in history. I want her to compare every other man, every other night to this.

“Aren’t you hungry?” Effie asks when she notices I’ve barely touched my meal.

It’s unlike me. I usually devour everything within touching distance. But I’m feeling off-kilter tonight.

“Oh,” I say, letting my eyes drop to her lips and then to her chest. Just like the day she tried it on, her tits look insane. The only difference is that tonight when she—and by she, I mean I—take it off, those beautiful tits are going to fall straight into my hands before I suck her rosy pink nipples into my mouth, driving her crazy. “Trust me, I’m starving.” I lick my lips. “Just not for food.”

Now I’m the one shifting in their seat as I tug at my slacks, trying to give my swelling cock a little more space.

An innocent smile curls at her lips. But I know better now. My best friend isn’t as innocent as she makes out. Especially not after what she’s let me do to her recently. I’m hoping tonight won’t be any different.

“Kieran,” she breathes.

“Damn, I love it when you say my name like that.”

“I bet you say that to all the girls,” she teases.

I bark a laugh, but it’s lacking any actual amusement.

I'd rather gag most of the women I spend time with than be forced to listen to them fake moaning like it's going out of fashion.

Look, without sounding like an arrogant jerk, I know what I’m doing in bed. I’m confident that I could get any woman to orgasm. And I’m happy for them to do that in whatever way they like. What I don’t need is the over-the-top screaming just to increase my ego. As Effie likes to tell me, it’s already large enough.

“Funnily enough, I don’t.”

She rolls her eyes as if she doesn’t believe me. But the truth of it is, the only person I ever want to hear moaning my name is her.

Needing a distraction from thoughts of things I can’t have, I discreetly slide my cell from my pocket.

“I don’t believe you,” she mutters, stabbing a potato with her fork.

“I’d never lie to you, Effie.”

Her eyes jump to mine, and for a second I hate myself for the comment. Although from the wrecked expression on her face, I think she hates it more.

“I know,” she says sadly, aware that she’s done just that recently before stuffing the potato into her mouth.

Glancing down at my screen briefly, I place my finger on the slider that controls her toy. I wait for her to swallow before I turn it up.

“Oh my god,” she squeals, her eyes widening as her fists hit the tabletop, making everything on it rattle.

My smirk grows as she lifts from the chair.

“Shit. Kieran. That’s—fuck.”

I turn it off as fast as I turned it on, and she slumps back in her chair.

“You good?” I ask.

Her cheeks, neck, and chest are rosy, and her breathing is erratic.

Oh, tonight is going to be fun.

“That was…How did you?—”

“App,” I say, holding my cell up so she can see.

“Should have known.”

My smile grows.

“Eat up, Effie. Something tells me you’re going to need all the energy you can get.”

“ W ould you like me to bring dessert?” our server says after collecting our plates.

“In twenty minutes. But can we have it on a cart?” I respond without looking at him. I can’t. I can’t look away from Effie.

About a minute before our server joined us, I’d turned her toy on.

She’s now sitting across from me, trying to keep herself composed, which is getting harder and harder to do as I steadily increase the speed.

‘Don’t come,’ I mouth, reminding her of the instruction I gave her only a minute or two ago.

She purses her lips and narrows her eyes, glaring pure death at me.

Her hands have vanished beneath the table. I can picture her clinging to the chair for dear life as she fights against her own body and her need for release.

The server takes his sweet ass time to clear our plates, and just before he finally leaves, Effie can’t take it and lets out a whimper.

“Please,” she cries the moment the hotel room door closes, leaving us alone once again.

Holding her eyes, I slow the vibration until it stops.

“I hate you,” she seethes.

“No, you don’t,” I state as I push my chair back. “Because you know it’ll be worth it. You know that when I do let you come, it’ll be better than anything you’ve experienced before.”

Stepping up beside her, I hold out my hand.

Her palm is sweaty as it slides against mine, and I smirk as I pull her to her feet.

She groans as the toy moves inside her.

Stepping closer, I let my lips graze her cheek before finding her ear. The length of my body presses against hers, and I can’t help but smile as she leans against me, searching for what I can give her.

“Tell me, Lucky. How close were you to coming in front of a stranger just then?” I whisper.

She sucks in a sharp breath of air.

“Does that turn you on? The thought of someone seeing what I get to see?”

She whimpers, her hands coming up to rest on my chest.

“Does that embarrass you?” I ask, reaching down to tilt her chin up so she has no choice but to look at me. “There is nothing wrong with wanting an audience, Luck. In fact, it’s hot. Really fucking hot.”

Her lips part at my confirmation, but no words leave her mouth.

“It won’t be happening though. Tonight, you’re all mine. The only person that gets to watch you as you fall apart is me.”

Her eyes close for a beat as she absorbs my words.

“Eyes on me,” I command, making them spring back open again. “Come on,” I say, taking a step back. “It’s time for dessert.”

Without instruction, she follows me to the bedroom, closing the door behind her.

But she doesn’t go any farther. Instead, she just stands there, unsure of herself.

I hate it. I hate that she’s second-guessing anything right now.

Her body is buzzing. She’s desperate for it. But also, she’s struggling to get out of her head.

It was predictable, and exactly why I did this tonight. I didn’t want her at Grams’ overthinking everything.

Tomorrow, we return home. And as hard as I know that’s going to be for her, she’s ready.

Tomorrow is also the day our engagement comes to an end.

My stomach twists so tightly, acid rushes up my throat at the thought.

But I remind myself that it’s just like pulling off a band-aid. Once it’s done, the pain will hit briefly, and then it’ll be all over and we can continue as if it never happened.

It’s the right thing to do. For both of us. Even if right now, it feels like the worst.

“Effie.”

Her eyes lift from the floor, instantly locking on mine.

Her lips part and her chest rises and falls steadily.

“Are you okay?” I ask, closing the space between us and cupping her jaw in my hands.

She stares up at me with her big, beautiful blue eyes. She’s wearing contacts tonight, and although I love her glasses, without them like this, it’s like she’s looking straight down into my soul. It’s as incredible as it is terrifying.

She nods. “Yeah. Can you make me come now?”

I can’t help but laugh.

“Not right now,” I confess. “But soon. I need you to do something for me first.”

She continues to hold my eyes, waiting for instructions like the good girl she is.

“I love this dress,” I tell her, letting my hands run over her curves.

The second I grip her breasts and squeeze gently, her head falls back, a moan ripping from her lips.

“But I love what’s hiding beneath it more.”

Without warning, I grip her shoulders and spin her around. My fingers return to the zipper running down her back, but this time, I lower it.

Her breathing increases, letting me know that she’s with me.

It’s all I want for tonight. To let go of reality and everything we’re going to face tomorrow and just enjoy.

Lifting my eyes, I find the mirror on the other side of the room that allows me to watch.

Once it’s undone, I slide my fingers up her bare back, loving the way her entire body shivers at my touch before pushing the thin straps from her shoulders and letting the fabric cascade down her body.

Reaching out with my pointer finger, I drag it down her spine.

She arches, pushing her heavy breasts and peaked nipples out before wiggling her hips as I get to the only garment she’s now wearing.

Tucking my thumbs into the sides, I slide the lace down her thighs, letting it pool at her feet.

“Beautiful,” I breathe when I stand to full height again.

I keep her eyes held captive in mine, my hand locked on her waist, as I pull my cell from my pocket and turn her toy on again.

She jolts in surprise, and I drag her back against me, pressing my erection against her ass, letting her know what the sight of her like this does to me.

Sliding my hand up her body, I take the weight of her breast in my palm.

She moans, her head falling back against my shoulder, her eyes closing.

“Watch,” I demand. “Look how beautiful and sexy you are.”

Her breath catches as she follows orders and watches me tease her as the toy in her pussy reignites her lost release.

I kiss across her shoulder and up her neck, but my eyes never leave hers.

At least, not until she’s right on the edge of coming.

Then I release her, turn the toy off, and force myself to take a step back.

Without looking over my shoulder, I keep going until my legs hit the couch behind me, and only once I’m sitting do I give her another order.

“Hands and knees, Luck. I want to see you crawl to me before you suck my cock.”