By His Play

34. Effie

34

EFFIE

H eat rushes through me like a tsunami.

Those words shouldn’t be so hot.

I swear, if any other man said them to me, I’d walk right over and kick him in the balls.

But Kieran…

What is it about him that makes my knees weak?

Spinning around, I stare at him sitting back on the couch with his legs spread wide and his arms resting along the back of the cushions.

To anyone else, he’d probably look relaxed. But if you look closer…

His green eyes are so dark they’re almost black, his fists are curled tight, as if he’s trying to stop himself from reaching for something—me—and the length of his hard cock is pressing against his slacks.

The sight of him makes my stomach flutter with desire.

His eyes drink me in, moving from my face to my chest, down to my pussy and then all the way to my feet before climbing back up.

When he finds my eyes again, one of his brows lifts impatiently.

With my heart racing in my chest and my hands trembling with anticipation, I drop to my knees.

His eyes widen at the sight of me, and it spurs me on.

His reaction only gets better as I lean forward and begin doing exactly what I was told.

Any hesitation is eradicated when a muscle in his neck begins to pulsate.

Fire burns through my veins as I close the distance between us.

His eyes hold mine for most of it, but then suddenly, he rips them away in favor of something behind me.

Confusion washes over me until the image of us in the mirror comes back to me.

Holy shit.

My mouth runs dry, and I fight to swallow as I close in on him.

“So fucking hot,” he groans, his eyes coming back to mine.

I can’t help but smile at him like a loon.

Pleasing him is becoming one of my favorite things to do.

“Now, get my dick out. I want to see how good you’ve gotten at sucking it.”

All the air rushes from my lungs as I slide my palms up his thighs toward his waist.

My hands tremble, making it hard to undo the button and pull down the zipper, but despite my struggle, he doesn’t help. Instead, he just watches me with heated eyes, patiently waiting for me to do as asked.

Finally, he lifts his hips, helping me out, so I can drag his slacks and boxers down his thighs.

The second his hard dick springs free, I lick my lips, more than ready to get a taste of him.

He’s still got his arms resting back against the couch cushion as I wrap my hand around him and lean forward, licking his tip like my favorite popsicle.

“Fuck,” he barks, his hips jumping forward to take more. But I don’t give it to him.

He isn’t the only one who can be a tease.

I lick and suck around his crown, driving him wild.

His eyes alternate between watching my mouth and the view in the mirror behind me. I can only imagine what I must look like. He seems to be enjoying it though, and that’s all that matters.

The toy in my pussy is a constant reminder of just how close he’s got me to orgasm twice already this evening. I both love and hate the pressure of it.

“Lucky,” he warns when I don’t take him any deeper into my mouth.

Finally, he moves his arms, and my heart slams against my ribs, knowing that he’s about to regain control.

I wonder if that’s why I didn’t give him more.

I wanted him to take it.

I want him to grab the back of my head and push his cock into my mouth exactly as he likes it.

A moan spills from my lips when his fingers thread into my hair, holding tightly and sending a shot of pain down my neck.

“Good girl,” he groans, pushing all the way to the back of my throat.

Unlike the first time he did it, I don’t gag.

It might have only been a few days, but that’s all it’s taken for me to relax and let him in. For me to take him just how he likes.

I can only imagine how well I’d be able to please him if we had another week…another month…a lifetime.

Closing my eyes, I curse myself for that thought.

Kieran and I might be a lot of things, especially after this weekend, but we’re not endgame.

For a moment, I let myself grieve that thought.

Well, he only allows me a moment, because not a second later does the toy in my pussy begin vibrating again.

I release him as I cry out, but he’s not having any of it, and he holds me in place as my eyes fly open.

“Eyes on me always,” he rasps as he holds his cock as deep as I can take it.

My eyes sting, and my lungs burn.

“Breathe through your nose,” he encourages.

I do the best I can, but shit…he’s big.

When he finally pulls back, I suck in a deep breath of air, filling my lungs, knowing that he’s going to dive straight back in.

And he does.

He uses me, fucking my face exactly as he likes, and I am fucking here for it.

The toy buzzes inside me while teasing my clit, bringing my lost release to the forefront again.

“Gonna come down your throat,” he rasps in warning—not that I need it.

I know his tells and I am ready for it.

His dick swells even bigger, stretching my lips wider and filling my mouth to the max before he groans out his release.

His cum slides down my throat, and the buzzing stops, suddenly halting my own release.

“You’re not coming on a toy, Luck,” he states. “It’ll either be on my tongue or my dick.”

Oh fuck.

I sag against his thigh, exhausted despite the fact I haven’t found my release yet.

No sooner has he slipped from my mouth then he stands, lifting me with him.

“On the bed. Arms up and legs spread.”

I glance at the four-poster bed and see something I missed earlier.

There are ties on each corner.

Excitement spreads from my core, making my fingers and toes tingle.

I do as I’m told, and in only minutes, he has me secured.

He stands at the end deliciously naked, his cock already hard again from just looking at me like this, with his cell in his hand.

Despite watching him lift his finger to the screen, I startle the second the toy turns on.

“Kieran,” I cry, my hips bucking off the bed as much as they can.

He doesn’t do anything else; he just stands there watching me squirm as if I’m the most interesting thing he’s ever seen.

“Please,” I beg, tugging against my restraints as if I’ll be able to slip free.

He smirks but doesn’t move or say anything.

Suddenly, there is a bang from the other side of the door and my heart jumps into my throat.

“What was that?” I ask in a rush.

His smirk grows, and so does my confusion and panic.

There’s another bang, and then everything goes silent.

My heart is racing so hard I can barely think straight, and it only gets worse when he turns the toy off, spins around and walks to the door.

I squeeze my eyes closed, terrified that someone is standing on the other side.

“Ah, it looks like our dessert is here,” Kieran says, forcing my eyes to open.

A huge sigh of relief rips past my lips as I watch him wheel the cart into the room.

My eyes feast on the contents as images of where this is about to go fill my head.

“You ordered a chocolate fountain?” I ask in disbelief.

One side of his mouth kicks up as he reaches for a strawberry, holds it under the silky river of chocolate, and lifts it to his mouth.

“Like I said, I ordered your favorites,” he says before opening his mouth wide and biting off the end of the strawberry.

I swear to God, watching him eat that innocent piece of fruit is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

The way his full lips move, the pop of his jaw, the way his throat works as he swallows, all the while standing there buck naked with his hard cock jutting out before him.

Outstanding.

“Want some?” he asks, wheeling the cart beside the bed.

The sweet scent of the chocolate and the fresh fruit selection makes my mouth water, and I lick my lips in preparation.

“You know I do,” I breathe.

He crawls onto the bed beside me, although not close enough to touch me, before grabbing another strawberry, coating it, and holding it above my mouth.

“Kieran,” I hiss, lifting myself from the mattress.

I stick my tongue out just as a blob of chocolate drops. I catch it and moan as the sweetness explodes in my mouth.

“More,” I beg, opening my mouth like a little bird who needs feeding.

With a smirk, he lowers the fruit, allowing me to bite the end.

He watches me with dark eyes before turning it to himself and eating the rest.

He allows me to eat three halves before he changes tack.

Stabbing a marshmallow, he drowns it in chocolate before moving it over. But this time, he doesn’t come anywhere near my mouth. Instead, he coats both of my nipples with the warm liquid before dragging it down my stomach.

“Oh my god, please,” I beg.

His eyes shoot up to mine. The promise within them is almost enough for me to come.

Holy shit.

He’s not even touching me, and I’m riding a knife’s edge.

“Oh my god,” I cry out when he pulls the toy from inside me, leaving me empty, my muscles clenching around nothing.

The marshmallow continues lower, and my legs tremble as he covers my pussy in chocolate.

I buck and moan at the gentle brush of the candy against my clit.

But it’s the promise of what’s coming next that has me really desperate.

“Please,” I beg shamelessly. “Kieran, I need?—”

“I know what you need,” he confirms, lifting the stick and stealing the marshmallow from the end. “Mmm, delicious.”

His smirk is nothing but pure filth, and I love it.

"I need you to tell me, though.”

“Lick me, please.”

“Where?”

“Everywhere.”

He shakes his head. “You’re going to need to be more specific.”

“My pussy, Kieran. I need you to lick my pussy.” My plea is frantic, but I don’t care.

I’ve never needed a man more in my life.

No. Not a man.

Him.

Kieran.

Finally, he moves, sitting himself between my spread thighs.

He continues to study me for a few seconds before he folds over me, placing his hands on the mattress on either side of my ribs and ducking his head to flick my nipple with the tip of his tongue.

I cry out, that simple move enough to send shockwaves through me.

His eyes hold mine as he cleans me up, licking all the chocolate from my breasts before he descends my body.

My breathing is erratic, and my body is burning by the time he presses his hands against my thighs and dives for my pussy.

I’m so far gone for him that only a few swipes of that talented tongue and I freefall into my first all-consuming release of the night.

And what a fucking night it is.