Chapter 6 Killian #2
Fuck, she was referring to that first night we met, when I joked about fucking another woman instead of her because she didn’t look fake, like an AI filter had popped her out.
I nearly laughed, but the sound would draw Wes and Callie’s attention back over to us.
As it was, their heads were bent together as Callie showed him something on her phone.
I took the opportunity to whisper back, “Want to know something, Daisy?” I used that nickname again with her, and it thrilled me to no end.
“That night, I couldn’t fuck her. Wanna know why?”
She kept her face down, but her chest was rising and falling so fast, I knew she wanted to know.
My hand returned to her thigh, pulling it toward me, which only spread her legs apart but her dress was floor length, so all I felt was heat and fabric.
She flicked her gaze up to the couple across from us but didn’t respond.
I leaned in close and whispered, “Because it was your tits in my head that I wanted to touch. Your pussy I wanted to taste, and your cunt I wanted to fuck. You ruined me from one simple encounter, and yet you seem to wonder why I can’t stand being around you.”
With that I released her and took a large bite of my food.
I could sense her next to me, struggling to compose herself, but I ignored her and focused on the mind-numbing conversation Callie started regarding the different members coming and how worried she was about trouble being riled up.
I knew most of her concern was likely for the delicate creature next to me who had never been to an initiation ceremony. Things did get wild, and likely would.
I wasn’t worried though, not when I already knew there wasn’t a chance Laura would escape my constant attention.
The meal was finished nearly an hour later, and Laura had indulged in four glasses of wine. Callie was tired, and Wes looked…eager to fuck his wife.
So, I offered, “I can take you back, Laura.”
She glanced over at me from her spot on the couch, her nose scrunching.
“I might just stay the night.”
My best friend winced from behind where Laura sat, then gave me a look that practically begged me to get her out of there. They were definitely going to be fucking tonight.
“Come on, I’m sure they’re tired. I’ll take you.” I moved over to the front where my shoes were.
Laura was about to protest again when Callie bent over and whispered something in her ear. Considering how pink Laura’s face flushed, I assumed Callie’s filter was gone, and she told her best friend what I already knew.
Sure enough, Laura got up, depositing her empty wine glass on the coffee table and then wavered the slightest bit before heading over to where her shoes and jacket were.
“Thank you, guys, for a lovely evening.”
“Bye!” Callie waved and then mouthed thank you to me.
I smirked and then held Laura’s arm as she descended the steps one by one. The moon was shining over us, and the cold air clouded in front of our faces.
“Did you already know they planned to fuck?” she asked bluntly while walking toward my truck.
“Yep. Wes had been rubbing her shoulders for a good twenty minutes while you talked about that book you started reading.”
“So that’s it, he rubs her shoulders and that means he wants to fuck?”
Opening the passenger door for her, I laughed. “Yeah. Doesn’t take much for us, but getting to touch and have you in our laps, feel you. That’ll about do it every single time.”
She held my hand as I helped her into the truck. Once I shut it, I ran around to the other side and got in.
“So…” Laura started, and I was already smiling because I liked a buzzed Laura.
“Is it that simple for all guys? Like if I were to ask you for a back massage, and I was near you in any capacity, you’d…”
“Wanna fuck?” I glanced over with a smirk.
She blushed and tucked a few strands of her hair behind her ears. “Yeah.”
“It depends on the person. I’ve had my dick sucked while another girl rode my face, and I still wasn’t in the mood to fuck. But there’s other times, the person could be wearing a potato sack, with eye holes cut out, and one glimpse at their eyes would have me hard within minutes.”
I watched the road, but I knew I’d gotten her attention. That is, if she recalled what I had once mentioned about her eyes.
“I find that hard to believe.”
I glanced over. “Which part?”
“The riding your face, having your dick sucked part. You obviously had to have a hard cock in order for her to suck it, which meant you were ready to fuck.”
“You think so?” I scoffed, while adjusting in my seat because hearing her say fuck and cock had me hard as shit.
“You’d be surprised what Sweetbutts are willing to put in their mouths, regardless of pleasure or reaction. I was flaccid as fuck, and that girl still went to town. What about you? Obviously, Callie was turned on by the rubbing of her shoulders. That sort of thing turn you on?”
This was dangerous, it’s what got us into trouble last time.
She shrugged, that much I caught between driving and watching the road. “Maybe. I mean, truth be told this conversation has me turned on.”
“But you’re also drunk…or buzzed.”
She smiled at the windshield. “True.”
I hated that she was, seemed like this whole conversation wasn’t really happening because of it. It meant perhaps she didn’t mean anything she was saying.
“Do you remember how last time we played Truth or Dare, and—”
I pulled the truck over, which resulted in her grabbing her seat belt and letting out a surprised squeal.
“What…why did you—”
I punched the gear up into park and unbuckled.
My hips twisted as I faced her. “Whatever you’re about to say…” I leaned closer. “Just know I won’t lay a finger on you while you’re drunk, or remotely close to it.”
Her blue eyes seemed to glisten in the light of the moon and nearby streetlamp.
She blinked and then whispered, “what if I touch you?”
“Fuck, you are drunk.” I lowered my head with an agonizing laugh.
“Well, maybe, but I’m also wet and really worked up.”
“Laura.” I shook my head.
She gripped my jaw, holding it still. “Just let me be Daisy tonight. Just for right now and then tomorrow, you can go back to hating and ignoring me.”
My heart constricted. “You think I hate you?”
“You said as much at dinner, now can I take advantage of you or not?”
My eyes were anxiously searching her face for any trace of humor, any chance at all that this could be a joke.
“I won’t touch you,” I vowed again.
She nodded, then slowly advanced toward me as I retreated. My legs were spread, and she found her way atop my right thigh, straddling it.
I wanted to grip her hips, hold her in place while she rode my leg, but instead, I just tucked them behind my head.
“Close your eyes, pretend like I’m the girl you want.”
If she only fucking knew.
I didn’t close my eyes, and after a few seconds, she seemed to take it as a challenge, and then she was lifting her dress until she was showing me the piece of black fabric between her legs.
“Need more friction,” she explained as if she needed to justify it.
But then the top part of her dress was being pulled down and her tits were falling free, and my fucking heart nearly stopped.
“What are you—” I whispered, but she merely palmed her breast and then rolled her hips.
“You have no idea what you’re doing, and I think you’re going to regret this tomorrow.”
She laughed, rolling a hard nipple in between her fingers.
“You’ll be a gentleman and not remind me.”
“I am no gentleman, Daisy. A fact you are well aware of.”
She continued to roll her hips, letting out tiny gasps, and then her pace increased, which forced her pussy to ground hard against my thigh.
“Wish you were touching me,” she rasped, placing her hands on my chest.
I nearly groaned when I felt her wetness begin to seep through my jeans. “Me too.”
“Talk to me,” she ordered, “what else do you wish?”
“I wish you were riding my cock for starters.”
Her tits bounced as she fucked my leg. I couldn’t stop watching the way her nipples pebbled from the cold air.
“I wish I could grip your ass and fuck you properly. I wish that soaked pussy would drip for me, I wish I could fuck you bare, and watch my cum slowly leak out of you—I wish I could pull it up with my fingers and feed it to you, shove my fingers into your mouth, make you choke.”
“Oh god.” She moaned, rotating her hips. I knew her release would be soon.
“Wish you were in my bed, where I could flip you over and fuck you from behind.”
“Killian, I can feel you under me, you’re getting hard.”
“I’ve been hard, Daisy.”
She smiled, trying to catch my eyes in between fucking my leg. “Since when?”
“Since you laughed that first time.”
She shattered putting her hands on my neck, holding on tight as she slowly rode out her climax. “I’m ruining your jeans.”
“Feel free to ruin me anytime you want, Daisy.”
“Pull out your cock, let me see you finish,” Laura rasped close to my ear.
Fuck. Fuck.
I made sure she was off my leg; a creamy white stain likely would be there once I saw it in the light. Only made me ache at the thought of it.
I pulled myself free and stroked up and down, watching her smile down at me, a hungry look entering her eyes.
I was already on the cusp when she said, “on my tongue.”
I shook my head.
“You’re not touching me.”
“Daisy.” I let out another groan.
“Please, Killian.” The desperate way she said my name had me. With her tongue out, hovering over my exposed flesh, I did as she said and finished over her waiting taste buds.
She licked her lips with some of the pleasure still dripping along the edge, and it was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen.
I wanted to kiss her.
But I knew come tomorrow, if she remembered any of this, she’d surely regret all of it.