Chapter 31
Chapter thirty-one*
Killian
“He is all yours.” I look up at Samuel's sudden remark. There must be someone at my door since he was just about to leave. James enters, scowling at Samuel and not looking very happy.
“Hope you have time to discuss something, or are you too tired, too worn out…?” His words are once again cold enough to give me frostbite.
But a sudden warmth settles in my chest. He likes Samuel.
He told me as much, and with James now being a part of the crew, the rest of the tension between them is gone.
The scowl was odd, but the words now and the bitter tone are telling their own story.
Two steps and I am in front of him, closing the door to my quarters, caging him in.
“Darling, are you jealous? You know Smee is aro/ace, right?” I am unable to keep the satisfaction out of my tone.
“Well, I knew he was aromantic, yes, but I wasn’t sure he was asexual, no,” he softens a bit. His arms, which were crossed so tightly they flattened out, loosen. His raised shoulders begin to lower.
“Even if he wasn’t, he isn’t my type, you know.
I am into brats, soft brown hair, golden eyes, curves I can get lost in,” I whisper in his ear, watching the hair on the back of his neck rise; his normally soft, smooth skin prickles up at my closeness.
I delight in the fact that I am getting the same reactions as I got the other day.
“N-n-no, why would I be jealous, it’s just physical r-r-fuck…” His half-hearted excuse comes to an abrupt halt as I suck his pulse point.
“Shame… It would be hot if you were jealous. Tell me, are you coming here to thank me for the festival? Or do you just want to continue what we started during our swimming lessons? Because you just say the word, and I kneel for you, right here, right now.” My voice is breathy, unsteady, full of want, and when his gold eyes lock onto mine, pupils blown wide, my heart just stops.
Using my hook, I brush a lock of soft brown hair back from his face.
I am frozen where I am, and this moment suddenly feels too intimate, so fragile that I am scared the slightest movement will shatter it, have him run for the hills.
“I, no, I…” James stammers, and I cannot take it anymore.
The hook that was still buried in his hair traces down his jaw.
Imagining I can feel the hitch in his breath, I kiss him.
The kiss is different this time, not just because I know he wants me too, but because this kiss is soft.
The raw passion is replaced by an emotion we are both ignoring.
It feels like silk brushes my jaw with how gently he caresses me as mine wanders down his spine to the perfect curve of his ass.
I pull him closer to me, my eyes fluttering behind my lashes as his fingers tangle into my curls.
“More please, Killian, I need more.” With the hand tangled in my curls, he pulls my mouth back to his neck.
There isn’t a word in any of the nine realms for the sound he makes when my lips brush the soft skin.
I can feel his nipples pebble underneath the soft silk of the robes I bought him.
I can narrowly hold myself from ripping it off him, but I manage to take it off him carefully.
My mouth is on his bare skin again before the robes drop to the floor.
Another indescribable sound comes from his throat as my teeth sink into the warm skin of his nipples.
His hips are chasing a friction that is not there yet.
“Yes, please,” he begs, no doubt for what I promised him earlier to get on my knees for him.
I barely register the dull stabbing in my knee joints or the thud of my body falling to the floor.
It is as if I am in a tunnel of desire, and the light at the end of it is the promise of his taste.
The promise to make him come as undone as he had made me only days ago.
“You’re too stunning to ever feel jealous, darling, and I am going to make sure you remember it,” I tell him, breathe brushing over the tent in his underwear. His knees buck so violently, his entire body shudders, as I draw my tongue over the fabric, blowing on the now damp underwear.
“Tease,” James moans, shuddering at the cold air over his heated skin.
“I am not a tease, darling. I just like to savor my food, and you’re my new favorite full-course meal,” I answer in between kisses to every inch of freshly revealed skin as his underwear rolls down his legs.
“Even your cock is fucking pretty,” I praise the heavy, curved erection that has my mouth water.
I am unable to wait for James to form a response. I am too hungry to finally taste him.
Hisss
“Killian, ahh… hnngng, never mind.” I never knew I could smirk with a cock shoved down my throat, but here we are.
I am on my knees drooling, gagging around James Barington’s cock, and the brat is so overcome with pleasure that he finally shuts up.
His nails scratch my scalp. He is clinging onto me for dear life because the pleasure I am giving him is threatening to pull him under.
That knowledge alone makes me throb with need.
“Come for me, darling. Let me taste you,” I growl loud enough to be heard over his whimper at the loss of contact. “I beg you, Killian, don’t stop, please don’t ever stop, I am so close it hurts,” he begs me with tears in his eyes.
“You want to come. You want to spill down my throat?
“More than anything!”
“Then beg for it, darling, beg for it like you mean it!”
“Shit, Killian, please, I beg of you, make me come, please. I need to know it’s real.
I need to fall apart because you want me to.
” He begs so pretty, so pretty I don’t want him to stop.
I should make him beg more, I should relish in it, but I have always been a greedy, impatient man.
And right now it feels like my life depends on tasting James fully.
My face is yanked against his soft, neatly trimmed pubic hair, my only warning before he comes.
My hair in a dead grip as I keep swallowing and sucking, making his orgasm last until he can barely stand.
“Darling, you taste exquisite,” I say, getting up and pulling him in for a kiss so he can taste himself on my tongue. But it’s not enough. I will never get enough of him.
“James… I need to be inside you,” I plead before I even realize what I am saying, but it’s the truth I need to lose myself in him.
And when he answers in just one, breathy word: “Bed,”
I grab his hand and drag him to my sleeping quarters, stumbling and undressing in the 9 feet between the door to my study and my bed. I push him down on the bed, scrambling out of the last article of clothing: my underwear.
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” I breathe out, reaching for the lube in my nightstand.
Lube I got today, based on what I believed was idle hope.
And now he is here, in my bed, his lush thighs falling open for me.
But I am going to take my time with him.
If this is the only time I am going to get to be with him like this, I will make damn sure he will remember it forever.
“You’re magnificent, darling, now stroke yourself for me,” I command. He is getting hard again and obeys so eagerly as I slide down in the bed. Wincing at the barely there friction on my now throbbing cock. His eyes fly open wide, his hand stroking his fully hard cock falters again.
“Gods, no one has ever,” he cries out. I am giving him one of his firsts; no, I am getting one of his firsts. I spread him open, thrusting my tongue in, licking him, preparing him for my fingers.
One second he is clawing at the headboard like the sensation is overwhelming, like he wants to get away from it.
The next second he is pushing down on my face, as if he is desperate for more.
And more I am willing to give him. His breath hitches as I push one lubed finger in.
He reacts almost surprised, too far gone in the haze of pleasure to realize what I am doing to him.
All pretenses have fallen away. He is clenching around my finger, trying to pull me in as I keep pleasing him with my mouth.
My quarters are filled with the sounds of sex, the filthy wet sound of my second finger slipping in, the melody of our combined moans, the wet slaps of his strokes, and then his raspy voice.
“More, please, Killian. I will beg again if you want me to!”
I wish I had the patience to make him beg for my cock, but for the second time tonight, my own need is too overbearing.
“Not tonight, darling. Tonight you don’t have to beg.”
He tries to push down when he feels my tip between his ass cheeks.
I am not letting him take control. Tonight it’s all about me pleasuring him how I want.
It’s about me knowing what he needs to lose himself, without him needing to take control.
So I push in wickedly slow—a torture for the both of us—but the way his golden eyes darken, a mixture of impatience and want, is all the incentive I need to take it slow.
To let him get accustomed to my size. And the second he relaxes, I start thrusting, hard and fast, angling my hips, until I hear that telltale punched-out moan.
The tang of iron fills the room, his nails piercing my skin as I hit his prostate over and over again. Until the heat that has been coiling inside my stomach explodes in a blinding white light, leaving me boneless, my hips weakly thrusting as I come.
“That was,” James pants, gasping as he feels me rapidly getting hard, still buried inside him.
“This was only the beginning, darling, because this is what you do to a real man.
I pull out of him, and the sight of my cum leaking out of him is the biggest turn on ever, making me crave to be inside of him again.
But I need that full round ass of his in my hand.
I am dying to see the curve of his back as he arches to present himself to me.
“On all fours, darling.” Another command he so effortlessly obeys too.
“My feisty brat, turning into my perfect little darling, being such a good boy so he can get my cock. Taking me so well, so greedily,” I groan, squeezing his ass hard enough to make him wince, to make him clench, pushing out more of my spend.
It’s the last straw, and in one hard thrust I push into him again, my hand wrapping around his neglected cock, quickly pushing us both to the edge again.
“Killian, I am going to… please come with me,” James cries, his breath punched out of him.
“How can I deny my good boy this pleasure when he begs so prettily, when his words are so sweet.”
With that, I bury myself to the hilt as we come apart as one.
Our breathing has finally evened out, yet James makes no move to leave my quarters. He’s still on his stomach, eyes not focused on anything but fluttering in my direction. My hand is idly playing with his ass.
“Tell me why you came up to my quarters, darling. As much as I want to believe it was because you needed me like I needed you, sadly, I am not that naive.”
I am scared to break the fragile bubble we find ourselves in. But I need to know what is up.