CHAPTER 45 #2
He laps at me, his tongue relentless as he prolongs the orgasm, drawing out every last drop with a deep moan. He doesn’t stop until I’m wrung dry and completely spent, barely able to catch my breath.
My limbs go slack, and if Killian wasn’t using his hands to support me, I’m positive I would collapse to the floor in a state of pleasure-filled delirium.
I’m dazed as Killian stands, washes himself and rinses my body a second time before wrapping a towel around us both and guiding me into the bedroom.
He dries me off carefully, pulls back the comforter and helps me into bed. My brow furrows in confusion as I watch him repeat the motion on himself and climbs in beside me. One muscular arm darts out, turning me on my side and then I’m being pulled backward, my naked body flush against his.
His still-hard dick presses against my bare ass and I wiggle against him. Killian’s hand lands on my hip, stopping me.
“I’m trying really hard to control myself here, Dais,” he breaths against my ear, his voice strained.
“Killian,” I say, so fucking confused about what’s going on.
“Shh, angel. Get some sleep.” He places a chaste kiss on my shoulder and tightens his arms around me.
What the hell? I know he just made me come harder than I ever have in my life and I was a quivering mess only moments ago, but… what the hell?
Killian’s own arousal is blatantly obvious. It’s digging into the bottom of my back for fuck’s sake. So, I don’t really understand what’s happening here.
Suddenly, I’m rolled to my back and the man in question is hovering above me, his grey-blue eyes creased with amusement.
“I can almost hear you overthinking, so let me clear some things up for you. I didn’t bring you here with the intentions of having sex.
Did I love eating your sweet little pussy in my shower?
Fuck yeah, I did. But I didn’t do that because I expected something in return.
I just want to hold you. I haven’t gotten a full night’s sleep in weeks, Angel, and I just want to enjoy the feeling of having your body next to mine. Okay?”
His words and the desperation in his tone as he says them brings a lump of emotion to my throat, making it hard for me to form a full sentence, so I just nod, biting on my lip to keep it from trembling.
Killian’s smile is full of relief. “Good.” He lays back down, resuming his position of big spoon and my body finally relaxes in his hold as I exhale a deep breath.
As much as I felt the slightest pang of disappointment when he didn’t make a move to take things any further, I’m also grateful for his decision. We made the mistake of using sex to avoid talking about our problems before and we all know how that turned out, so this is good.
I adjust my pillow and snuggle deeper into his hold, making myself comfortable.
Only, when I curl one of my legs upward, it completely shifts the position of Killian’s cock, that has been resting against me.
Our lack of clothing becomes painfully obvious when the hardened length slides down and nestles itself right between my thighs.
Yup. This is good.
We’re not using sex to avoid our problems.
We are not using sex to avoid our problems.
But he’s so close. If I shifted my hips just so, he would be fully sheathed inside of me. I can feel the pierced tip resting just over my clit and the feeling causes the sensitive bud to pulsate. I bite my bottom lip, my breathing becoming choppy.
Killian flexes his hips in a movement so small, so subtle that I would have thought I’d imagined it if it didn’t send a jolt of pleasure souring through me.
I suck in a quiet breath and wait to see if he does it again or if it was entirely accidental. It had to be accidental, right? He just told me he didn’t bring me here for sex.
My pulse picks up in anticipation. His breath brushes the curve of my neck and my skin buzzes like a livewire.
Goosebumps break out all over my body but it’s not from the cold.
I’m so turned on it’s almost painful and I have to squeeze my legs together to get some relief.
I wouldn’t be surprised if he could feel the heartbeat that’s taken up residency between my thighs.
A deep groan rumbles behind me as Killian pushes his hips forward again and this time there’s no doubt about whether it was intentional or not.
“You’re making it really fucking hard for me to be a gentleman here, Dais,” he rasps.
I move against him, creating some much-needed friction against my swollen clit. “What if I don’t want you to be a gentleman?” I challenge with a smirk that he can’t see but can probably hear in my voice.
“Fuck,” he breathes, his hand coming between us to grip his cock as he runs it through my folds, spreading my wetness before he lines himself up with my entrance.
All the breath leaves my lungs on a moan as he pushes into me. His hand slides over my hip, across my stomach before curling around my throat as he pulls me back into him.
My back arches, my head rolls back onto his shoulder, and my walls tighten as he begins to move inside of me. His hips pull back before snapping forward, his dick somehow growing impossibly harder, hitting that sweet spot.
“Killian,” I cry as his fingers flex around the column of my throat.
“So fucking tight,” he grunts, pulling out and sliding back in again. His other hand curls under me, finding its way between my thighs and working over my clit.
I see stars.
I lift my leg, wrapping it over his to give him better access as he drills into me from behind, his heady grunts driving my arousal higher.
“So fucking good, angel.”
“Fuck,” I gasp as he pinches my clit, making me clench around him.
I bring my own hand up and roll my nipple between my fingers, sending my body into overdrive from the different types of pleasure.
“Oh, God. I’m so close.”
“Come for me, baby,” Killian commands against my ear, his voice husky and thick with arousal as he fucks me with reckless abandon.
It feels so good I don’t want it to end, but I feel the orgasm sneaking up on me at an embarrassingly rapid pace. My stomach clenches, a sweat breaks out along my skin, my toes curl and I scream out his name as I go hurtling off the cliff, freefalling into the depths of euphoria.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Killian chants as he rams into me, his thrusts almost violent as they pick up speed before they halt altogether and he freezes, spilling his release inside me.
“Jesus fucking Christ, I love you so much,” Killian pants, his skin damp against mine as his chest heaves.
“I love you, too,” I reply, just as breathless.
“I’ll never get tired of hearing that,” he whispers, the smile in his voice evident as his body relaxes against mine.
My eyes are heavy, and my heart is full as I sigh contentedly, every muscle in my body going slack before sleep pulls me under.
CHAPTER 45
KILLIAN
The shrill sound of a phone ringing jolts me out of the deep sleep I had fallen into while still buried inside of Daisy.
A soft, feminine groan comes from beside me as Daisy reaches over to the nightstand on her side. “It’s not me,” she mumbles, collapsing back on the bed.
I feel around the nightstand next to me, knocking over a framed photo in the process as I search for my phone.
It’s still dark outside, but the rain has stopped so the night is quiet on the other side of the windows save for the rustling of leaves from the light breeze.
The screen blinds me as it lights up my face and I squint. The phone has stopped ringing now, but the notifications show I have four missed calls from Jaxon, and I quickly check the time.
Three-thirty A.M.
I sit up abruptly, suddenly on high alert. Daisy startles next to me. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know.” I shake my head just as the phone begins to ring again in my hand.
I hit the green button, placing the phone on loudspeaker. “Jax?”
“K-Killian,” his broken whisper comes through the line. Dread settles low in my stomach and Daisy must feel it too because she sits up and flicks on the newly replaced lamp beside her.
“What’s wrong?” I repeat Daisy’s earlier question.
Muffled sobs come through the line, and I wait patiently as he attempts to compose himself. “My, uh, it’s my mom.”
There are hushed voices in the background, but I can’t make out what they’re saying as Jaxon chokes on a cry. “Sh-she overdosed. She’s dead, man."
Daisy gasps next to me, her hand flying up to her mouth. My eyes are wide as I meet her tear-filled ones.
I pull the comforter off my body and jump out of bed, pulling random clothes from my dresser.
“Can you come here? Please?” Jaxon pleads, sounding helpless.
My stomach is in knots as I toss some clothes on the bed for Daisy to put on since hers are still wet and laying on my bathroom floor. “I’m coming right now. We will be there in ten minutes.”
He sniffles. “We?”
“Yeah.” I nod, even though he can’t see it. “Daisy is with me.”
“O-okay. Good. I like her.”
I smile softly at that. Of course he does. The woman who’s frantically throwing clothes on has the biggest heart of all of us.
“Is there someone there with you?” I ask as the voices get louder in the background.
“The police,” he answers. “And paramedics. CPS are on their way.”
“Where’s your sister?” Daisy speaks up as she comes to stand next to me.
I hand her the phone, letting her take over while I pull on some sweats and a matching hoodie.
“She’s here with me. We’re in her room. She stopped crying a few minutes before I called you.”
“Is she awake?” Daisy asks, her voice soft and soothing.
“No,” Jax whispers, his voice cracking.
Daisy nods to herself. “Okay, good. That’s good. We will be there soon, okay?”
We race down the stairs, both of us pulling on our shoes. I grab my keys from the bowl and then we’re jogging toward my truck.