Chapter 26 Kieran
Kieran
“Take off your pajamas. Do it slowly.”
She chuckled, but shyness lurked in her gaze. This felt different in the daylight. More real. Despite what she’d said, this was a responsibility. Last night I’d been so consumed with my pleasure, I hadn’t focused enough on hers.
Her fingers trembled around her buttons. “It’s hard to take pajamas off and look sexy.”
“You make everything sexy.”
She held my gaze and unbuttoned her pajama shirt, letting it fall open.
The sunlight streaming in through the slatted windows illuminated her honey-blonde hair, making it gleam like gold.
She’d looked like she worked in corporate when I’d seen her all buttoned up at work.
Now her hair fell loose and wavy and her makeup-free skin glowed with health.
Her tanned, slender frame radiated strength and femininity.
“Well, that settles it,” I muttered to myself.
“Settles what?”
I moved closer and brushed my thumb over her soft nipple, bringing it to a puckered peak. My cock was already so hard. “Now that I’ve seen these, there’s no way we’re going back to England. We’re going to stay here forever. Get visas. We’ll get jobs in that little taverna by the marina.”
She chuckled. “People might have something to say about that. The fans will come for me if I keep one of Calverdale’s finest hostage, making flat whites all day.”
“Fuck the fans. They’ll get over it. I’m retraining as a barista.”
“I don’t think you were built for customer service, Kieran. You have to smile at people and wish them a good day.”
I circled her nipple with my thumb. “I know I’m having a good day.”
She chuckled, but it turned into a sigh of pleasure when I sucked one tight rosy nipple into my mouth. Her fingers bit into my shoulders, and I savored her soft moan. I’d take my time. I wouldn’t leave a trace of her beautiful body unexplored.
“I don’t want to ever let you out of this room.” I spoke in between kisses down her sternum. “If I have to tie you to the bed, I will. I can’t believe how many hours of this trip I’ve wasted pretending to care about a fizzy drink when I could have been doing this.”
I dropped to my knees at her feet. She moaned and quivered when I swirled my tongue around her belly button. Slowly, I pulled down her pajama pants. No underwear. A neat patch of sandy hair lay between her thighs. I was already rock hard, but now I had to fight not to take myself in hand.
Her voice threaded with uncertainty. “Was it OK for you last night? Could you tell I didn’t know what I was doing?”
“You were perfect. Never worry about that.” I trailed kisses along her hip bone. “Can I touch you? Is this OK? I won’t hurt you.”
She sighed with pleasure. “Yes, but don’t feel you have to.”
Did she imagine this a chore? How could she think I wasn’t dying to taste her? I stood and led her to the mirror over the dressing table. I twisted her, forcing her to take in her reflection.
“Look at you.” I reached round and cupped her breasts, savoring the perfect weight of them in my hands. “Let me tell you, these are the kind of tits that drive a man to do stupid things. A man would go to war over a woman like you. This is some Helen of Troy shit.”
She burst out laughing. “Helen of Troy? I didn’t realize you were a historian.”
“I liked that story in school. I would have liked history if I hadn’t had football. But that’s not the point.”
Amusement danced all over her face. “What is the point?”
“I’m about to show you. Put your hands on the dresser.”
She did as instructed without hesitation. Adrenaline sparked inside of me. I liked to be in charge in the bedroom, but after last night I needed to surrender control and let Joanie set the pace.
Her gaze met mine in the mirror, and her cheeks were bright pink. I let my hands roam all over her smooth skin and kissed a trail down her spine.
“I used to watch you in the mirrors at the gym,” I said.
“Why?” Her smile was teasing. “So you could criticize my technique?”
“Because you were so determined. I liked what I saw.”
“At least someone does.” Her voice was small and faraway.
“What’s that supposed to mean? What do you see in the mirror?”
She peered at her reflection, her pleasure-drunk expression dimming to a frown. She gave a nervous cough. “I don’t know . . . just a girl.”
I brushed her soft hair over one shoulder. “I see a woman. A beautiful woman, not a girl. I see a woman who is strong and sexy.”
I dropped to my knees behind her. “Determined and powerful.”
She whimpered as I planted kisses up her leg until I reached the smooth skin where her ass joined her thighs.
“So fucking hot. I’m going to lie on the bed and you’re going to sit on my face and ride my tongue.”
She didn’t reply. The silence grew painfully loud.
I snapped my hands away from her. Too much? I’d come on too strong? “Or we don’t have to do anything. We can just talk or hang out. You’re in control. I’ll do anything you want. Shall I stop?”
“No. I want to. I want . . . that.”
“Are you sure? You’re calling the shots here. I’m at your command.”
“Yes. Please.”
“On the bed?”
She cleared her throat. Her voice rang out clear and strong. “No. Like this. I want to look in the mirror, please.”
My cock was so hard my body ached for her. “Good call.” I nudged my knee between her thighs, spreading her legs for me. “I told you, I never need to hear please from you.”
Her whimper turned into a sharp cry when I opened her with my thumbs and sank my tongue into her wet heat.
I licked and probed, letting her moans guide me until she was bucking against my face.
I pulled away to take a breath, even though it was hard to stop.
This was about her pleasure, but I couldn’t help how much I enjoyed seeing her like this.
I could have watched her on the edge of orgasm forever.
“Is this OK? Too sore?”
“It’s good,” she gasped.
“I’ve been awake all night thinking about you. Thinking about how good you feel on my tongue. How sweet you taste.”
I worked her pretty pussy from behind with my tongue. She groaned and arched against me.
“That’s right. Lean forward a little. Push back against my face. That’s a good girl.”
I wouldn’t let her come. Not yet. This was about pleasure and letting her see what I saw when I looked at her.
“Where is your vibrator?”
Her mouth parted in surprise. “What?”
“The little silver one I saw in your case.”
“You saw that?”
“Of course I saw it. Your guilty face gave you away. Have you ever told a lie in your life?”
She bit her lip. “Once when we were teenagers, me and Ollie stole a joint from Dad’s studio. He caught us eating an entire pack of cookies and still we denied it was us.”
Amusement went through me. She looked genuinely guilty about that. It was going to be fun corrupting this woman. I kissed across her shoulder blades. “You’re such a rebel. Now, where is it?”
“Are you sure you want it?”
I brushed her hair to the side and nibbled her ear. “Everyone has different skills on a team. Since I can’t vibrate, I appreciate a teammate who can. As long as you can take it?”
“I can take it.”
“Just not my huge cock?”
A laugh burst out of her as she riffled around in a chest of drawers by the bed. “I said big, not huge. Don’t forget I don’t have any frame of reference. It felt big. Maybe it’s average.”
“It’s way above average, I can assure you, and don’t sass me about it when you know I fucked you so good you can’t take a second day. I’m taking that as a compliment, by the way. First time or not.” I gripped her waist and lightly guided her back to the dressing table.
I took the cold metal bullet from her hand and pressed the button. Buzzing filled the air. I lowered the toy down her beautiful toned stomach to her clit. An agonized gasp left her mouth. Her hair fell forward as she dropped her head and squirmed her backside against me.
“That’s right. Good girl. Eyes back on the mirror.” I couldn’t keep the rough edge from my voice.
This was supposed to be about her pleasure, but my cock was straining painfully against my sweatpants.
I’d need an extra-long shower after this.
She lifted her gaze to her reflection. I dropped to my knees behind her again and pulled her hips to me, making her arch so I could see her beautiful pussy glistening for me.
With my arm wrapped around her waist, I held the toy in place while I plunged my tongue into her slippery heat again.
“Fuck,” she breathed.
I pulled away to speak, and she moaned in protest. I watched her in the silver glass, captivated by her red pleasure-flushed face and lips parted on the edge of an orgasm.
“I’ve never heard you swear.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I love it.”
I gripped the perfect curves of her hips and buried my tongue deep. Her sexy gasps drove me on until her cries grew tormented. I knelt behind her, keeping the toy in place. Her body trembled so hard I had to hold her up with an arm around her middle.
“Do you want to come for me now?”
She nodded vigorously. “Please.”
I took the vibrator away. I was being a prick, but she was so sexy when she squirmed and begged.
She cried out, and her fists curled on the dresser. “Don’t stop. Put it back.” Her voice came out ragged and gasping.
I pressed kisses on the back of her thighs and hovered the toy just above her clit. She was panting and shaking in my arms. Fuck. It almost made me feel guilty.
“Where do you want it?”
She drew a shaky breath. “Just where it was.”
“Here?” I moved it to her folds, pressing the vibrating tip just inside.
“Not there. Please don’t tease me.” Her voice broke with a gasp.
I moved it away again. “You said please again.”
“Kieran!” She banged her fist on the dresser.
Amusement went through me. This was too much fun. I kept my expression innocent. “What?”
“Put it back.”
I planted leisurely kisses from her calves to the back of her thigh. “When do you want me to put it back?”
“Now. Fuck. Now!”