Chapter 16 #4
That one word has me frozen. I lie down, and he pulls me to him, holding me close; his arm cradles me, and my leg slides over his hip.
His other hand slides over my cheek, and he just strokes my face.
His cheek rests against the top of my head, and he kisses me.
I grip him tighter. My hand roams his chest. My fingertips slide over the lines of his tattoos.
He lets me stroke and kiss his chest. But my mind wanders, and my hand lowers, tracing over the tattoos on his stomach.
I nudge his dick, and it pulses next to my hand.
I take hold of it, wrapping my fist around it.
“Shit. Nerd,” he rumbles and bucks against my hand.
His dick starts to thicken as I slowly slide my hand up and down his shaft.
He blows out a breath. “Fuck, I need to be inside you again.” He starts to move, but I pull away from him, resting my hand on his chest. I take another of the condoms from the bed, and I stare at him while I rip the packet open, sliding it over his dick.
His breathing is deeper, his chest rising and falling harder than a second ago.
I’m clearly having an effect on him, and I love the way it makes me feel.
Confidence builds inside me. A man like him, looking at me like he is right now, is doing strange things to my self-esteem.
I don’t take my eyes off him. I slide my leg over him, and his lips quirk to the side.
He smiles as I straddle him. His hands slip to my hips, and he grips me tight.
He bites his lip as I kneel and position his dick against my ass.
After taking a few deep breaths, I slowly press him inside me.
Each inch registers as I slide down him, feeling each ripple and vein, as it presses into me.
When I’m fully seated, my ass nestled flush against his groin, my hands spring to his chest, and I drop my head.
“Oh, fuck.” I blow out a breath. I breathe heavier.
Gasping a little. Fuck, this was a bad idea, and also fuck, this feels amazing.
I’m so full, so turned on, and nothing will ever compare to this.
“Easy tiger.” His hand cups my face, tilting it to meet his gaze.
“You take me so well. Fuck, Scott, I don’t think I’m ever gonna get enough now.
I’m done for.” He shakes his head. “You’ve fucking ruined me.
” I give him a nervous smile while I try to will myself to move, understanding it’s all heat-of-the-moment stuff.
I know it will all be over soon, and I’m okay with that.
My eyes stare at his, and I sit straighter.
His fingers slide to my hips, and he grips me tighter.
He starts to rock me, back and forth, and I groan.
My head lolls, and I bite my lip as I blow out a breath toward the ceiling.
The tight confines of my ass ease slightly. My body aches for more. I start to pick up my pace, and I reach down and wrap my fist around my dick. But Killian’s hand grabs my wrist. “That’s mine.” He pulls my hand to his lips, kisses it, and places it on his chest.
“Ride me, beautiful, I’ll take care of you so fucking good.” I stare into his eyes, and I believe him. I grind against him, and he bucks into me, holding me tighter.
“Fucking hell. Nerd. Fuck, fuck me, that’s it, fuck me so damned good.”
I start to lift myself, bouncing on him.
He growls at me, his words gone, feral noises rip from him, and I can’t stop.
I drop harder and faster onto him. He thrusts into me, and I drop down, my ass crashing into his hips.
He bites his lip. “Keep going, I’m gonna fucking blow.
Fuck me.” His body goes rigid, but I bounce, my ass clenching around him as I spear myself on his thick cock, over and over again.
There’s a weird feeling that rides through me.
His warmth, the sensation of skin on skin, so much better than my wildest dreams, and I’ve dreamt of this moment for so long.
My eyes flutter closed as my breath stutters, the tingling spreads through me, my chest pounds, my ears ring, and my dick pulses.
He yells out beneath me, and I scream as my orgasm rips through me.
I come hard, ribbons of cum shoot onto his chest as my ass heats as he comes into the condom.
We both stare at my dick as more cum shoots from me.
Both of us gasp and groan; there’s banging on the wall, and I don’t care.
“Oh, fuck,” I shout as Killian roars out.
“Shut the fuck up,” Steven yells. Killian bursts out laughing.
I flop against his chest as he wraps his arms around me and rolls onto his side, sweaty and sticky, covered in my cum.
His dick softens and slides out of me. I shudder in his arms. Reaching over me and tugging the condom off, he chucks it on the floor before wrapping me in his arms. I stare into his eyes, and he leans in, closing his eyes and kissing me.
The moment is so tender, my heart flutters with an overwhelming need to be his, to belong to him and only him.
He holds me tight against him, my body enveloped by his, and I rest my forehead against his chest.
“Sleep, Nerd.” He kisses the top of my head.
I don’t want this to end. I snuggle into him.
I know when I wake, he’ll be gone, and it’ll be like it never happened.
His heart beats a strong, solid rhythm, and I curl tighter against him, not wanting to let him go, feeling safe.
The thud of his heart lulls me to sleep, the warmth of his body pulls me under, and I smile into his chest as I drift off.