Chapter 10 Laura #2
His kisses moved down to the underside of my breasts, while his finger toyed with the band at my hip. “If I feel under this fabric right now, are you going to be wet for me? What would you do if I fucked your tits right now?”
I had no words. As much as I knew I should be keeping him away, there was also a desperate part of me that wanted to see him lose control.
I wanted his attention, his desire and his lust. I wanted the part of him that was raw and animalistic.
I had seen his softer side. I wanted the primal side to come out and play, and I had no idea why.
It should terrify me, I should tuck tail and surrender, let him know he’s won whatever fucked-up game this was between us.
Instead, I locked my gaze with his and breathed, “Do it.”
His eyes narrowed, but they hooded too. I knew I had him when he let my hands go and gripped my hips.
“I’m serious, Daisy. Don’t say yes unless you understand what’s going to happen. I’m going to stay straddled over you, pull out my cock and slide it between these fucking delicious tits. Then I’m going to—”
“I said do it,” I snapped, lifting my hips.
I knew what I was saying yes to, and I hated myself for it.
His gaze lowered to his erection hidden under his boxers, and while he hadn’t tied my wrists to anything, I continued to keep them bound and over my head.
The room was quiet, and all I could hear was my ragged breathing as I peered down the length of my body and finally caught a glimpse of that glorious appendage that surely aided this dominant male with all the absurd confidence he carried around.
The head of his dick was a purplish hue mixed with a dark tan.
He pulled from the left side of his boxers, popping free the entire fucking thing and robbing me of breath.
He was huge…and as his thumb rubbed over the liquid beading at the tip, I realized with a shaky breath that he was pierced.
My eyes widened as I took in the silver loop connected to the tip of his cock.
I’d never been with anyone who’d been pierced, well not on the dick.
I was with a guy who had his nipples pierced, but it wasn’t my thing.
This, however, was absolutely my thing…or maybe it was simply because it was Killian.
“Must have missed this that night you begged me to come on your tongue.” He smirked, slowly rubbing his thumb over the piercing.
I silently answered by stretching my arms higher to force my chest out. I still didn’t remember that night in full detail, but apparently, I had turned into a greedy little slut for the guy who consistently broke my heart. Sounded typical for me.
His eyes gleamed as he lifted onto his knees and moved from my hips to bracing my ribs and then he was even closer, straddling just under my chest, but keeping enough distance that he wasn’t crushing me.
“I’m going to need you to lower your arms and help push your tits together.”
He reached forward and brought my wrists down, still bound together, and pressed my palms into his stomach, which forced my biceps to push the sides of my breasts together. He made a hissing sound as the head of his cock slipped between the silky skin of my cleavage.
Killian rasped a curse while tilting forward. He held onto the fabric around my wrists, which held me to him and kept my arms in place.
I loved the look in his eyes, the way his gaze hooded and the way his mouth parted as he watched where we connected. Increasing his pace, my tits began to bob as he slid back and forth. Every time he surged forward, cum would leak from the tip of his cock, and he would growl.
His reaction was making the ache between my legs insufferable. My hips raised, desperate for some sort of contact.
Killian realized this and reached the hand that wasn’t holding my wrists in place, behind him, sinking three fingers into my throbbing center.
“Killian,” I cried out in pleasure, his thick fingers moved slowly and perfectly as he continued to fuck my tits.
“Shit, fuck,” he muttered, his eyes going wild, “not fucking yet.”
The sounds of how wet I was filled the room, as did our heavy breathing and the animalistic, gruff sounds of losing all control filled his chest. I watched his tattoos shift as his hips moved. I loved them, I wanted to inspect them closer, and see where else he had them.
“I might need more of you, Daisy. I can’t—”
He moved faster, his dick completely slick with his arousal. I elevated my ass to encourage his fingers deeper.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” I begged, and right as my climax came, his did as well.
With a loud groan, Killian let go of my wrists and held his shaft as his release covered my chest.
Our chests were still heaving when Killian slowly moved his still hard cock through the strands of cum sticking between my breasts.
He’d made a mess of me. Green eyes glossed over as he focused on the sticky chaos he’d created.
With a hiss, he slid the fabric off my wrists, then with a concentrated furrow to his brow, he dipped his thumb into his thick release, coating my skin.
“Fuck, what have I done?” He brought his thumb to my lips where he smeared his cum, and then I opened my mouth and sucked. His eyes homed in on my lips, his own parted as though he were about to say something.
“Prez!” someone suddenly shouted from downstairs.
My eyes went wide as I froze in place, and Killian’s hand rested protectively on my stomach.
Killian peered over his shoulder with a low curse.
“Why the fuck is he here already?”
Giles yelled up and his voice echoed every word for us to hear perfectly. “I don’t know if you want me to come up, but after seeing what you did to Kip last night, I don’t want to. My eyes are closed right now just in case she walks out in her pajamas, or nothing at all.”
I narrowed my eyes at him.
“Why would he be worried about coming up?” Kip had attacked me, which was why Killian had reacted the way he did last night. It wasn’t like he was going to manhandle everyone who came near me.
Killian locked his jaw, letting it pulse a few times before letting out a sigh.
“It’s nothing. Can you stay up here until he leaves?”
“No. Unless you’re kicking me out?” I raised an eyebrow, my pulse thundering.
I could afford the apartment with rust and the arguing couple above it. Worst case scenario, I could do it.
“I’m not. I am, however, moving in.”
With that, he got off me, and began pulling on his clothes. I did the same, grabbing my twisted tank to wipe off the remnants of what Killian had done to me. I pulled on a hoodie, and shorts, keeping my focus on the president.
“You’re moving in? Does that mean you’re taking this room?”
We scaled the steps briskly; Killian’s broad back was all I could see until we turned the corner. Giles was waiting by the kitchen counter with a brown bag and a drink carrier holding two coffees.
“Hi Giles,” I said kindly, attempting to quell my frustration with his president.
His gaze flicked to Killian in front of me before cautiously landing on me.
“Hey Laura. I like your glasses.”
Oh shit. I had completely forgotten I was wearing them. I risked a quick glance at Killian while I pushed the frames higher. His jaw was locked, glaring at his vice president.
“You brought food and coffee?” I asked, moving closer to the counter and hoping to break the tension in the room.
Giles stepped back, eyeing the man at my back once more as if he were worried Killian had adopted some strange superpowers to maim anyone who talked to me.
I sipped the coffee, moaning delightedly. “You are the best; you have no idea how badly I needed this.”
His smile crept in, lighting up his roguish features.
He had thick golden hair the color of wheat that was always styled in a way that made him look like he was about to start a photo shoot; it was messy and chaotic but still gorgeous.
He was shorter than Killian, just barely taller than me, but he was built like a truck with defined muscles and a smattering of ink to cover them.
Currently, he wore his black leather jacket with his patches, with a brown t-shirt underneath and distressed jeans.
He honestly gave me big brother vibes more than anyone else in the club.
His warm brown eyes landed on me in a sisterly way, as though he were happy that I was caffeinated and wanted to see if we could go find some trouble now that I could function.
With a sweet laugh, he muttered, “Prez bought it.”
I spun on my heel, giving Killian a quizzical raised brow.
“Keep looking at me like you’re not sure if you want to fuck or slap me, and I’ll take you back upstairs to settle it, Daisy.”
My face erupted in flames, and thankfully, Giles was at my back so he couldn’t see.
“Thank you for the coffee,” I deadpanned.
He reached around me, his long arm brushing mine. “Got you those scones you like too.”
Ohmygosh. I dug into the bag like a badger.
I loved Natty’s scones.
I bit into it and was about to let out another delighted moan when Killian stepped around me and covered my mouth.
“You gotta stop that shit when other members are here, unless you want me to kick Giles out.”
I licked his palm to get him to release me and then shoved away from him.
“You’re so insanely rude, Killian.”
“And you’re so insanely hot, which causes a lot of fucking problems. So if you could just take your food and go upstairs, I would really appreciate it.”
He was an asshole, but I was hungry, and he’d fed me.
“Fine.” I grabbed the bag, and my coffee, and started back toward my room, but right before I hit the top of the stairs, I heard Giles ask, “Does Wes know how bad this has gotten?”
Killian grumbled in response, “Wes can go fuck himself. He doesn’t call the shots anymore.”
Giles let out a sigh. “Not going to comment on that, but you were two seconds from grabbing my throat. It needs to be handled, Kil. And soon.”
Killian didn’t respond.