Chapter 20 — Nial #2
My blood boiled with rage, and all I wanted to do was beat him to death with my bare hands. But I didn’t. Not in front of all these people. Overwhelmed with fury, my fists clenched so tightly my hands trembled at my sides.
“Vika…” I growled at him, “I said leave.”
He threw his hands in the air, that mocking smirk still playing on his lips. “I’m not here to cause any trouble. I just wanna remind your soon-to-be bride that as the newest member of the family, she should choose her fights carefully.”
Kiera was fuming beside me, her chest rising and falling with controlled breaths. If I mistakenly let go of her hand, she was going to bounce on that asshole. That’s how angry she was.
But her rage was nowhere close to mine.
My father once told me that a man’s strength wasn’t measured by how many punches he threw. But by how many he held back.
“Consider yourself lucky tonight, boy,” I said to him, my voice deep and dangerous. “Next time, I won’t be in such a generous mood.”
He blew Kiera a kiss and began withdrawing from us, retaining his smirk.
“Asshole,” she cursed under her breath.
***
Back at the mansion, her heels clicked rapidly against the floor, the sound echoing off the foyer walls. She’d been fuming all through the drive home and hadn’t said a word to me.
Initially, I wanted to play it off, pretending to be unfazed by her silent rage. But the silence was gnawing at me, especially because I felt Vika’s aggression was being transferred to me.
“Would you slow down?” I asked, following up behind her.
“Why? I have nothing to say to you.” She pushed the door open and stormed into the living room.
“Kiera….”
“What?” she snapped, turning to look at me, her face red with fury. “You stood there, Nial—when your stupid cousin was talking down on me!”
So that’s what this is about.
“Why did you stop me from knocking out his teeth?” she growled, her shoulders heaving quietly.
“That would’ve been fun to watch,” I teased.
“I’m serious, Nial,” she said, her voice faltering. “That son of a bitch needs to be stopped.”
I watched her vent out all that pent-up rage, her voice rising and falling as she spoke.
“He’s an arrogant prick who thinks he can get away with anything. But he’s wrong because he messed with the….” Her voice went silent abruptly, her speech cut off by the kiss I planted on her lips.
I cupped her face in my palms, my tongue sliding through my lips. She kissed me back, heads tilting to the rhythm of our passion.
Her eyes fluttered open after I broke the kiss, her chest heaving with anticipation. “Why…why’d you do that?” she whispered, struggling to catch her breath.
“You were talking too much,” I answered with the same tone.
Her countenance shifted from anger to something else. Something sexual. Her body was trembling, her eyes flashing with sheer desire. The air was charged with tension as we gazed at each other, hearts racing.
“Do you wanna do it again?” she asked, her voice shivering.
My lips curved into a small, mischievous grin, my gaze tracing the curve of her mouth. I pulled her closer, arms around her waist, and without hesitation, planted a kiss she couldn’t resist.
She responded passionately, her tongue invading my mouth. Breathless, our heads tilted sideways, hands roaming over each other’s bodies. She removed my jacket, her lips still glued to mine as she kicked her heels off.
I found the zipper on her back and dragged it down to her waist in a single pull. Her fingers began undoing the buttons of my shirt after loosening my tie. I clutched the neckline of her gown and tugged it downward, revealing her red lacy bra.
She pulled away, stared lustfully at me for a moment, before grabbing me by the waist. Kiera led me to the kitchen and locked the door behind us. I picked her up, reclaiming her lips in the process.
Her hair fell loosely over her face as she dipped downward. I headed to the kitchen island, and there, I set her ass on the countertop. My fingers moved deftly, unhooking her bra in a flash.
She took my shirt off and reached for my belt while pulling closer to me. I spread out her legs, the daring slit of her dress exposing her thighs. Fresh and smooth. She pulled out my belt, unzipped my pants, and dipped her hand inside.
I bent over, taking her perky breasts in my mouth, one after the other. My hand squeezed one while I sucked the other. She moaned, caressing my cock in a way that fanned the flames of my hunger.
She arched her back, swiping her hand through her hair as I reached under her dress and grabbed her panties by the waistband. I reveled in the look on her face when I yanked them off, sniffing them for a moment.
A mysterious smirk tugged at the corners of her mouth, as though she liked what I just did. I reciprocated the gesture, grabbed her by the thighs, and tugged her toward the edge of the counter.
After one more look at her expression, I bent over, going down on her.
Her chest rose, fingers curling around the edge. “Fuck, that feels so good,” she whimpered, locking her legs together.
I spread them apart again, my tongue flicking rapidly over her clit. She let out a series of breathy moans, her waist grinding against my mouth.
“God, I hate how much you turn me on,” she confessed, her voice a low whisper.
I didn’t realize how badly I’d missed this until now. Her juice was all over my mouth, her toes curling in reaction to my oral session.
She reached down, her fingers massaging my scalp while ruffling my hair. The more I ate, the louder her moans. When I glanced up, I noticed she’d covered her mouth with her free hand, attempting to muffle her moans.
Her face twisted in ecstasy, her legs shaking in the air. We locked eyes, and I basked in the hunger dancing in hers.
I continued eating, enjoying every bit of the process. She tried to pull away, overwhelmed by immense pleasure. But my strong arms had her ass pinned to the countertop.
Unable to take it anymore, she lay on her back, moaning with both hands in her hair. I pulled her closer, my tongue parting her vulva. She gripped the edges of the counter, her hips rising as if seeking deeper contact.
I raised my head and wiped her juice from my mouth. She positioned herself on her elbows, her eyes locked to mine as I stoked my length. Her gaze dropped, her teeth grazing her lower lip.
“You want this, don’t you?” I ran my cap along her wet entrance.
She breathed softly, her face a mask of pleasure.
“Answer me.”
She nodded.
“Say it.” I rubbed her clit, smearing my pre-cum over it.
“I want you,” she whimpered, legs shaking.
I pushed through her folds, the impact causing her breasts to bounce. Her pussy swallowed my cock, and her grip tightened around the edges. I raised her legs, placing her feet on my chest as I slammed my waist into her.
Her moans filled the air, echoing off the kitchen walls. My groin slapped against hers while plunging deeper and deeper inside her. A shiver ran down my spine, a gentle reminder of how badly I’d missed being inside her.
She sat upright, her arms slinging around my neck as she gazed into my eyes. I wrapped one hand around her waist, and with the other, I fondled her breasts.
Her waist ground into mine, her gaze unwavering, almost like she was savoring the look on my face. Or she wanted me to savor the expression on hers. Whatever the case, I like the idea of staring into her soul.
She reached out, reclaiming my lips while her manicured hands caressed my body. I touched every part of her, possessing every curve and contour with the knowledge that she belonged to me.
I lifted her off the counter with my elbows beneath her legs. She held me more tightly, her hands thrown around my neck as I began ramming her with relentless strokes.
Her hanging legs slipped through my elbows just enough to keep her entrance facing my groin. The rapid claps were as audible as her moans—before she sealed her mouth with the palm.
I didn’t take my eyes off her, nor did she. With my feet planted on the kitchen floor, I held her in my arms while driving mercilessly into her wet, slippery cunt.
She threw her head toward the ceiling, her face a mask of pleasure. Inaudible words spilled from her mouth as her eyes rolled backward. Her breasts bounced up and down, her hard nipples brushing slightly against my skin.
After my primal growl signaled my arrival, she hopped out of my arms and settled on her knees. Kiera grabbed my cock and began stroking with both hands.
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned deeply, looking down to catch her staring up at my face.
My legs trembled beneath me as I drew closer and closer to the edge. She held my gaze, her mouth open with her tongue stuck out. The longing in her eyes was killing me, and when she sucked on my cap, I felt a jolt of electricity surge through me.
“You like that, don’t you?” she asked, her voice smooth and seductive.
My response was a guttural growl.
“Say it.” She stroked me even faster while holding my gaze.
I didn’t want to.
But she left me with no choice.
“Say it, Nial,” she whispered, rolling her tongue over her lips.
“Fuck you!” I barked, legs shaking, toes curling.
Her lips curved into a wicked grin, her hands gliding smoothly back and forth. The rhythm was steady, preparing me for a release I was certain would leave me exhausted.
She dipped her face in my groin and took my cock in her mouth. Her fingers toiled with my balls while she gave me the best head I’d had in a long time. I reached down, taking a handful of her hair as my cock traveled down her throat.
She looked up at me, gagging and choking with a thick thread of drool lingering on her lower lip.
It was fuckin’ nasty.
I liked it.
When she pulled out, a loud gasp came forth, and she resumed stroking me. She swallowed hard, her mouth covered in saliva, her gaze still locked to mine.
“Come on my face,” she said, leaning in closer, ready for my load.
Those words and the seductive way they were spoken sparked something in me. And just like that, I exploded with a deep groan that made my legs shake beneath me.
She raised her head, a satisfied grin tugging at the corners of her mouth as I released on her face. Her fingers wrapped around my cock again, her tongue licking my cap.
The sensation was electric.
“Fuck,” I mumbled, struggling to catch my breath.
She closed her eyes, retaining that sexy smile on her lips. “It’s in my mouth,” she whispered. Her throat wobbled, and she swallowed.
I watched her smear it over her skin like a cream, a satisfied sigh escaping her. Speechless, I stood there, frozen, shocked at what just happened.
For an inexperienced lover, she’d outdone herself in ways that left me baffled. She rose to her feet in silence, tugged down the wrinkled hem of her dress, and grabbed her panties from the floor.
She pulled the zipper halfway up her spine, and without a word, she began walking toward the door. I leaned against the counter, watching her in awe as she left the kitchen.
I combed my fingers through my hair, still baffled by the crazy turn of events.
What the hell had I just experienced?