Chapter 20
20
RAINE
I ’m excited as we walk back to the car, and Killian actually smiles a couple of times.
Smiles . It may seem like nothing to ninety-nine percent of the population, but smiling is a big deal from Killian Callahan.
Considering I’ll soon be working closely with another man, Killian’s seeming happy for me is surprising.
Once we’re in the car, he holds out his phone to show me a picture he took while we were in the house. It’s of one of the frat guys whose picture was on the wall of the stairs.
“Do you recognize him?”
“No.”
“Look closely. It’s an old picture.”
I study it for a moment then shake my head.
“Not associated with the theater where you worked on Cabaret ?”
“No. What’s this about?”
“Maybe nothing. I’ll see.” He slides his phone away.
The drive to the waterfront is quiet. My curiosity about the picture quickly fades as I focus back on the opportunity of working with Owen Malenus.
When we reach Killian’s house, War and Jamie are loading a trunk into the back of the SUV. Killian gets out of the Corvette, holding up a finger for me to wait.
He strides over and speaks to them for a few moments before he comes around the car and opens the passenger door.
I wrinkle my nose at the smell of fish and diesel. The river is pretty, but it doesn’t smell the best. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah. They have to go out of town for work.” He reaches behind me to close the door.
“Were you supposed to go, too?”
“No, it’s a two-man job. Which is good, because it means I get to stay home with you.” Resting a hand on the small of my back, he guides me toward the house.
“You don’t have to stay. You can trust me, Killian. For the next couple of days, I’m going to stream movies and read books on film-making around the clock to prepare.” Shaking my head, I can’t suppress my smile. “I can’t believe this is happening. I really can’t.”
Inside the house, Killian locks the door. “I’m glad your hard work is paying off.”
I set my bag next to the dark teal sofa thats cushions look like marshmallows. It will be a good spot to stretch out while I’m reading. With a lingering smile, I cross to the square windows overlooking the waterfront. Outside, the lot is empty except for Killian’s car.
“They’re already gone.”
“Yeah, they said they were rolling out.” Killian jogs over to the staircase and goes up.
From the bottom, I watch him check that the upstairs exterior door is locked.
When he comes back down, he punches something into the security keypad. “If we decide to go upstairs later, remind me I turned on the motion sensors for the top floor.”
“Okay.” It’s a testament to how thrilled I am at the internship that I don’t fixate on the need for such tight security .
Killian strides to me and unexpectedly lifts me off the ground. I grab his shoulders to steady myself as he swings my legs up to cradle me.
Fingers digging into his shirt and slightly out of breath from surprise, I stare at him. “What are you doing?”
“Taking advantage of the situation.” At his bedroom door, he kicks it open wide, strolls in, and drops me on the bed.
“What exactly are you thinking?” My speech is measured because I’m half interested and half wary of where I think this is headed.
Without a word, he pulls off his shirt. “For once, we can be as loud as we fucking want.”
The abrupt change of plans is startling, but I can’t resist looking at him. After staring at his pecs for several beats, I allow my gaze to lower to his six-pack. As he unbuttons his jeans, my eyes move to his hands and the hair that disappears under his zipper. He’s the kind of gorgeous that ends up in photography coffee table books, and my body burns with heat because he’s so damned beautiful.
This is definitely not what I should be feeling, but having the freedom to admire his body is new and liberating. At Marianne and my dad’s place, we had to be so careful.
And the timing of my forgiving Killian for his past misdeeds feels right because I want to encourage him to remain on his current path. The way he acted today shows he’s turned a corner. He knows what he did last year was wrong, and he’s going to control himself from now on. No more violence against innocent people. As proof, he managed to remain polite during the Malenus meeting and even smiled afterward. That’s incredible for Killian because I’m sure he must have been jealous when I gushed over Owen Malenus. I unintentionally tested Killian’s resolve, and he passed the test.
His voice is low and sexy when he asks, “Finally gonna look at me?”
I nod, sucking on the corner of my lower lip.
Without hesitation, he uses his feet to remove his shoes and socks and then shoves his jeans and underwear off. His cock is long and thick and already standing up.
I look him over completely, the thick bands of muscles in his thighs, the angles made by his muscles and hip bones, and the parts of him I’ve touched but never seen.
“You’re really so…” I move my index finger in a circular motion, wanting him to turn, as though he’s a piece of sculpture in a museum and I need to get a three-sixty view to fully admire him.
“Afterward.” He stalks to the bed, his motion fluid in the way that only great athletes have. Killian’s fingers undo the buttons on my dress and pull it off. Then, his hand shoves me back onto the bed, so he can drag my leggings down. My panties come down with them, so he’s staring at my pussy.
His lips curve into a wicked smile. “I’m gonna fuck it, then eat it, and then fuck it again,” he announces.
My inner walls clench at the gravel in his voice.
“Get your bra off. You’re gonna be naked for this, and you’re gonna stay that way until I give you permission to put on clothes again.”
With raised brows, I unhook my bra and slide it off, my heart squeezing a bit harder as I do. I should resist, but I can’t.
The look in his eyes is pure need, the kind I’ve felt late at night in my bed as I’ve thought about how much I missed his strong fingers between my pussy lips. There’s never been anyone I want as much as Killian. And the intensity that terrifies me by day is the same intensity that’s making my pussy burn as hot as a July day right now.
Killian grabs a condom from a drawer in the bedside table. I push up onto my elbows, so I can watch him put it on.
“You’re not taking birth control, right, Raine?”
I shake my head, no longer surprised at his intimate knowledge.
He tears the package open with his teeth and expertly sheathes himself inside it. Too expertly … I feel a small pang at the unfairness of the difference in our experience. In the beginning, we only had each other’s bodies to explore. Then, when we weren’t doing that anymore, I was alone but he wasn’t.
Killian rests a palm against my shoulder and pushes me until my back hits the mattress. He positions himself above me, studying me with blatant lust. It sends a spiral of answering lust through me. Will the attraction we feel ever finally burn itself out? And if bloody violence couldn’t even do it, then what could ?
Balancing on one elbow, Killian brings his body into contact with mine, all along the length of us. His heat soaks into me, and it’s one more sensation I love and can’t resist.
His right hand pushes my thigh higher on the bed, opening me for him. I shiver and lick my lips as strong fingers push into me.
The corner of his mouth curves up the slightest bit. “You’re already wet. You want me inside you, don’t you?”
A flush warms my cheeks, and I nod.
His fingers withdraw, and he replaces them with the smooth head of his dick. The stretch at my entrance doesn’t hurt. He prepared me for this the other day when he shoved two of his fingers inside me.
I stare up at him, my nipples aching. “Doesn’t hurt,” I whisper.
His hips rock forward, driving his big cock into me, forcing my walls apart. Biting down on my lip, I twist my hips. That’s different. The fullness inside is almost too much at first.
“Really tight,” he says in a husky voice. His head drops lower, so the stubble on his jaw scrapes against my face. “I need to break you in, so I can fuck you hard next time.”
I shudder and feel the walls of my pussy clench excitedly around him.
He groans. “So damned soft… you’re fucking perfection. I knew you would be.” His thumb slides over my pelvis and down between us, rubbing right where I need it.
My back arches, so I can press against that thumb. I groan his name. “Please, yes. Right there.”
His hips move, withdrawing before he thrusts back into me. He’s so deep sharp sensations of raw pleasure drive backward into my ass and up into my belly.
“Oh, my God,” I gasp.
His muscles are taut as he starts to move with a steady rhythm. It feels so good.
He pulls his hand away, so he’s not massaging me anymore. Instead, he lifts my hips and locks me in place as he grinds his flesh into mine. My whole body loves the raw way his pelvic bone rubs against my clit, especially with his cock deep inside me .
Tension builds, making my muscles clench. God, yes. This is what’s been missing from my life.
My breath grows ragged and desperate. I spread my legs wider, so I’m as open as I can be for him. His rhythm grows faster, and the feel of him sliding back and forth ignites a flame that scorches me from the inside out.
When I finally spiral into my orgasm, it feels better than ever before. The cascade of pleasure is the same, sending tingles throughout my sex, but now when my pussy clenches, it’s gripping a thick cock that pushes back.
“Fuck,” he rasps.
His fingers dig into my hips as he starts to pound into me with hard thrusts. It hurts a little, but I don’t care. I love the feeling of being used by him, love the feel of all his strong muscles flexing.
As he comes, I hold his sides with my fingers, pulling my body up so I press us together. My lips kiss the hot skin of his chest in the hollow of his throat. He tastes salty. And delicious.
Harsh breath blows against my hair until his breathing gradually slows. My hands tug him down, so we’re skin to skin, as close as we can get. It’s a kind of sexy hug I’ve never gotten to give anyone before, not even him.
Eventually he pulls free and rises onto his knees, so he’s staring down at me. There’s no smile, just a scorching gaze. “We could’ve been doing that for the past year, but you fucking avoided me.” His eyes narrow. “From now on, I’m gonna fuck you whenever I feel like it.”
My eyes widen in shock. This isn’t what I expected from him. Yeah, having sex was amazingly good. Especially for our first time together like that and my first time ever. But my avoiding him was his own fault, and I’m not having it thrown back on me as mine.
“If you don’t want me to avoid you, behave better.”
“If you want me to behave better, don’t try to date other men. That ends one way.”
“Still?” My voice is incredulous. “You’re making threats? Right now?”
Killian moves to the side of me and drops onto his back. “I said what I said.” His hand reaches over and clutches a fistful of my hair. “Take the condom off and suck the cum from my cock.”
I’m startled, but the ache in my nipples intensifies. It’s unclear when I became such a slave to his rough voice, but it warps me into sexy, irresistible knots.
I’m not going to just give in though until we clarify things. “You’re going to keep your promise, right? No violence against innocent guys?”
“Yeah, I’ll keep it. But I don’t consider a guy who’s trying to fuck you innocent. Remember that.”
It’s not a perfect compromise, but it’s fine for the moment.
“Now do what I told you to do.” His hand pushes my head, so my body has to curl. I twist and move my legs so my knees are on the pillow where my head should be. When I’m face down, I have to bend more so my legs aren’t jammed against the headboard. I let my calves fall back so my toes curl into the grooves of the carved wood as I pull the condom off him.
Opalescent fluid drips out and triggers a thought that it should be inside me. Would it feel even better to have him come in me? I think so.
I lick the salty fluid. I’d forgotten what it tastes like. Strange but good.
A cracking sound fills the air, and warmth spreads through my ass. He slapped it, I realize.
“More,” his voice grumbles. “Suck it off.”
My mouth opens obediently and sucks him into it. Fingers squeeze my ass possessively, making my body squirm. I press my thighs together, squeezing my pussy, which is starting to ache for more sex, for more of him.
“You like swallowing my cum, huh? Go ahead.” His fingers push between my thighs to stroke my pussy.
My throat makes a small moan, but it’s muffled from having my mouth full. His finger circles my pussy hole and moves down to my clit.
“Mmm.” I press my hips into the mattress and his hand.
“Sweet fucking whore,” he whispers, making my face flame with a mix of shame and need. His hands grab my hips and lift me by my pelvis.
I’m so surprised, his cock slides from my mouth and I gasp. He drops me onto his body, so my knees are against his shoulders. Since I like when he licks me, I don’t fight. Instead, I wait to feel his mouth on my pussy.
It doesn’t come.
Killian moves his leg so his calf presses against the back of my head. “Get your face back down there.”
The pressure of his strong thigh drives my head lower, pressing my face against him and the mattress. I’m trapped and can’t easily breathe. In a momentary panic, I try to rise, but his leg pushes harder until I collapse back down.
“Killian!” My voice is muffled, and I’m not sure he can hear how stressed it sounds.
He swats my ass. “Get your mouth where it belongs, and I’ll ease off.”
Asshole!
I burrow my arms into position so my fingers can lift him back to my mouth. When I tongue the head of his cock, his leg moves off me.
“Good girl.” Killian slides back toward the headboard, taking me with him.
It’s strange to have my body curled at this angle with my legs higher than my shoulders, like I’m diving into water. Then I feel the scrape of his whiskers against my inner thigh and his mouth closes on my pussy.
My body bucks, but his hands have my hips and drag me back to his mouth. He’s rough and mimics what he ordered me to do. He sucks my juices off each of my lips, then pushes his tongue into me.
Oh, my God. It feels incredible. I shriek but the sound is garbled. As I’m fisting the sheets, I’m suckling his cock. I can’t concentrate to do a good job of sucking because Killian’s devouring me, and it feels excruciatingly good.
My hips pulse, and he curls his arms up so my thighs are resting on his biceps. His fingers grab my ass cheeks and pull them apart, opening all my holes for him .
I scream again, twisting my hips from the agony of desperate arousal.
His hardening cock slips from my mouth, and I have to turn my head to suck in more air. For the next few minutes, my nipples are dragged against his body as his mouth creates a devastating rhythm.
He eats me alive.
I come hard, and when I do, my lower back spasms along with my pussy as I scream into the sheets.