61. Kieran
61
KIERAN
“ F aster,” I complain when Effie fumbles with her keys.
Every muscle in my body is pulled tight with need.
How I made it all the way back here without pulling over and fucking her on the hood of her car, I don’t know.
Reaching for my crotch, I tug at the fabric before squeezing my dick.
“Okay, okay,” Effie says a beat before the door swings wide open.
The moment I’m over the threshold, I kick the door closed and drop our bags to the floor.
For three seconds, the only sound that can be heard is our heavy breathing.
But then, Effie turns to me, and everything changes.
“Kieran,” she gasps as I lift her from her feet, wrap her legs around my waist, and press her back against the wall.
My lips find hers and I plunge my tongue past her lips, my hands roaming over her body.
I need every inch of her right now.
Our kiss is wild, dirty, and desperate, and I’m here for every second of it.
“Oh my god,” she moans as I drag my lips across her jaw and down her throat. “Yes, yes.”
“Need you,” I groan.
It’s been far too long since I’ve had her taste on my tongue, since I’ve pushed inside her hot body.
“Please,” she whimpers as I curl my fingers around the hem of her tank and peel it up her body.
It falls to the floor, and I immediately reach for her sports bra.
I need her naked more than I need my next breath.
“Beautiful. So fucking beautiful.”
I find her lips again as I battle with the tight fabric.
“The fuck is this about?” I bark when I fail at ridding it from her body.
She giggles, and the sound of it makes my dick jerk.
Why haven’t we been doing this for years?
“Let me,” she says before crossing her arms over her front and peeling the fabric from her body with ease.
“Bett—fuck,” she cries when I lift her higher and suck one of her nipples into my mouth.
“Perfect,” I mumble around her.
“Oh god,” she cries as her head falls back against the wall.
I switch to the other side, sucking and nibbling on her sensitive skin.
“Please, Kieran. More. More,” she begs, reaching out to pull my hoodie from my body.
“You’re perfect,” I state before claiming her lips again and tugging her from the wall.
Forgetting about my hoodie, she wraps her arms around my shoulders and holds on as I carry her through her apartment.
Her lips move down my throat, and I scan the room, taking in all my options.
The couch, the coffee table, the kitchen island, the windows again.
Fuck, that was hot.
But while I might want to take her on every available surface of her home, this time, I opt for something a little more normal.
As soon as we’re in her bedroom, I throw her onto the bed and watch her bounce.
Mine.
She is all fucking mine.
“Kieran?” she questions when I don’t immediately follow her.
She pauses in the middle of the bed and pushes up on her elbows.
She’s wearing only her yoga pants and sneakers. Her chest is heaving, and her breasts already have hickies and bite marks covering them. I can only imagine how she’ll look when we’re finished.
My cock jerks as I think about her with my marks all over her.
“What are you waiting for?”
Lifting my hand, I comb my fingers through my hair.
“Nothing. Just taking a moment to appreciate how fucking awesome you are.”
“Okay, but could you do that maybe while your head is between my thighs?”
A laugh erupts from my throat.
“See,” I say as I stalk closer. “Perfect.”
She watches intently as I drag her sneakers off, tug her socks from her feet, and then tuck my fingers around the waistband of her yoga pants and panties.
She trembles as I drag them down her legs and abandon them on the floor.
“Fuck,” I groan, standing back to full height. “Spread your legs for me. Show me what’s mine.”
Slowly, she pulls her knees up, sliding her feet along the sheets.
She’s teasing me, but I love it.
Make me wait.
Make me want it even more.
My fists clench as my heart pounds harder and precum soaks my boxers.
My eyes jump to hers, and I find a smirk playing on her lips.
“Bad, bad girl,” I muse before dragging my eyes back down her body.
Slowly, painfully fucking slowly, she parts her legs.
My mouth waters and my hand lifts to rub at my jaw.
“Fuck, yeah,” I groan.
She’s waxed and so fucking pretty.
“Kieran, please.”
The sound of her needy whimper drags me from my head, and I reach behind me to pull my hoodie from my body.
It hits the floor, and my sweats, boxers and sneakers go next.
“Hands and knees, Luck.”
Without missing a beat, she does as she’s told. Grabbing her hips, I drag her back so her knees are on the edge of the mattress.
“Been dreaming about this pussy, about you being my good girl.”
“Yes,” she moans as I palm her ass.
“But I need to deal with you being bad first.”
Pulling my hand back, I spank her ass.
She cries out, her entire body jolting forward.
I stare down at the glowing red print, my chest expanding with pride and possessiveness.
“Count,” I demand before doing it again.
“Two,” she cries.
“Those are for not telling me that you came back,” I explain.
“Three. Four.”
“For making me think you had a date.”
“Five.”
Her fists twist in the sheets as she rocks her ass back, silently begging for more.
Rubbing the bright red print, I drop to my knees behind her, my eyes zeroing in on her pussy.
“Fuck, Luck. You’re dripping down your thighs.”
She whimpers.
“Words. Give me words.”
“Please.”
“Please what?” I ask as I grab her ass and spread her open.
“Please, make me come.”
I blow a stream of air across her sensitive skin, making her whimper like a needy whore again.
“Head on the bed, ass in the air,” I demand before dragging my tongue up the length of her pussy.
Her cries are muffled by the sheets as her body trembles violently.
“Louder. I want to hear every single cry, moan, and plea that passes through those pretty lips.”
She shifts, and I suck on her.
“Kieran.”
My dick jerks as her taste floods my mouth again. It’s so hard it hurts. It takes every ounce of restraint I possess not to just fuck her into oblivion.
That’s going to happen. I just need to get her nice and ready first.
I groan as I eat her, letting the vibrations push her closer to her release.
It’s tempting to edge her, but I’m too fucking desperate to sink inside her.
It’s been too fucking long.
There is going to be so much time for that later.
“You’re going to come all over my face, and then I’m going to make you do it again all over my dick,” I promise her. “But that’s only going to be the beginning. I really hope you don’t have any important meetings tomorrow.”
I dive for her again before she can respond. I suck her clit and push two fingers deep inside her, working her to her first release of the night.
She cries out my name as her pussy drags my fingers deeper.
Pulling back, I wipe my face with the back of my hand before standing to my full height and spanking her again.
I’ll never get bored of seeing my handprint glowing on her ass.
Her body is limp and pliant as I flip her over, and when I find her eyes, they’re dark and sated.
“Oh baby, you needed that, didn’t you?”
She nods as her eyes drop down my body to where I’m slowly stroking my dick.
She swallows thickly, spreading her thighs wide in invitation.
“Not as much as I need that.”
I smile, shaking my head in disbelief.
I made a decision in the middle of last night when I couldn’t sleep. And I’m pretty sure it’s going to turn out to be the best one I’ve made in my entire life.
I need Effie.
I need her in my life, no matter what.
As soon as the sun was up, so was I.
I was standing outside Brax’s building before he rolled out of bed, demanding his help.
Did I think it was going to lead to me spending the day learning to waltz and tango with my teammate? Nope. But do I regret it? Hell no.
Putting myself out there after how I reacted on Friday was a risk, but anything that involves Effie is a risk worth taking.
She’s everything.
My everything.
Crawling onto the bed, I slide my hand down her thigh, up her torso, and to her throat.
My fingers flex against her soft skin, testing the waters.
“Fuck me, Kieran. Make me yours.”
“Jesus.” This woman is going to be the death of me.
As much as I want to take her hard and fast, make her scream until she’s hoarse, right now, we need to do something else.
Slipping my hand around the side of her neck, I lower myself over her and find her lips.
We’ve got the rest of our lives to fuck in every which way that exists. But we’re only going to have one first time making love.
“I love you,” I say, staring her dead in the eyes. If there is any doubt in her mind, I want to eradicate it right here, right now.
“I love you too.”
Dropping my forehead to hers, I drag the head of my cock through her folds before finding her entrance.
“This is it, Effie. From here on out, everything is me and you,” I promise.
Tears fill her eyes. “Me and you.”
Both of us gasp as I push inside her.
She’s always felt insane. So tight, and wet, and perfect. But this time, it’s even better.
There is nothing between us.
No lies, or smothered feelings.
“Kieran,” she whimpers as I push deeper.
“You feel it too, don’t you?”
She nods as a tear escapes, trickling over her temple and soaking into her hair.
Stealing her lips, I kiss her as slowly and as gently as I fuck her.
I’ve never felt anything like it.
No matter how deep I get, it’s not enough. And I fear it never will be.
A lifetime with my lucky charm won’t be enough.
We move together, clinging to each other, kissing and whispering promises of forever for the longest time.
But despite wanting it to last forever, our bodies defy us.
“Kieran,” Effie whimpers, her body trembling with her need for release.
“I’ve got you, Luck. I’ll always have you.”
Pressing two fingers against her clit, I give her the extra push she needs to fall over the edge.
My name is nothing but a plea on her lips as she falls into a powerful release.
“Oh my god,” she gasps as wave after wave of pleasure rushes through her.
And because she’s a good girl who knows the rules, she keeps her eyes on me the whole time, allowing me to see the tears that spill over.
“Beautiful,” I praise as I continue to hold her gaze and let her drag my own orgasm out of me.