Chapter 12 #2
“But I’m assuming you’ve fucked other people before…boyfriends?”
The way he said fuck was harsh and sultry; it stirred something in me.
“Yes.” I moved my hips the smallest bit. “I have fucked. I’ve had boyfriends.”
Killian caught my hips and then lifted his, the erection under his jeans was granite now.
“So what, you fuck them, date them to feel good, to let loose?”
My hands went to his shoulders, and I ground down against him.
“Sometimes I indulge to feel good.”
“Wanna feel good right now?” His chest lifted, his hands slid up my back, pulling me closer.
“What did you have in mind?” Because I was not having sex with him, no matter what.
His hands moved until his fingers were dropping to the copper button of my shorts.
“Kiss me.”
My breath stalled in my lungs. Kissing was intimate, and everything this man had done so far was the opposite of that. He didn’t seem like the kissing type.
I tilted my head. “Why?”
He smiled, pulling me closer. “Because I want to taste you, and you’re leaving anyway, what could it hurt?”
Wasn’t that the justification I had been using this entire time?
I answered by leaning in and gently pressing my lips to his.
They were soft, so much softer than I had expected, and warm.
I moved my head to the side right as his tongue slipped inside my mouth and he emanated a groan.
His hand came up, gripping the side of my face in a possessive hold.
That mouth moved over mine in a desperate sort of way.
He acted starved, like he’d been thinking of kissing me, as if it were the only thing on his mind.
Moving with him, I pressed closer, his hold on my face drifted to my neck and then my hair.
He was tugging on my locks, tipping my head back when he finally released my lips and began kissing down the column of my throat.
Open-mouthed kisses, sloppy and wet, had me writhing against him. I clutched at his shirt, desperate to have him closer when suddenly his lips returned to mine.
It was electric, dangerous and full of filthy promises. I wanted to strip, fuck and somehow gather every fiber of him and stuff it inside my veins. I didn’t want to leave, and that…fuck, what was happening right now?
With a frantic flutter in my breast, I pulled away from him panting.
His eyes were wide, his chest heaving as well. We stared at one another as if we were silently asking the same question.
What the fuck was that and why did it feel so good?
His hips lifted, and mine rolled on instinct, loving the friction it provided. I said on a gasp. “You can unbutton your jeans, but you stay in them.”
As if he could read my mind and understood what I was trying to say, he murmured, “Deal, Daisy.”
He lifted me from his lap then his hands were on my shorts again, flicking the button and dragging the zipper. My shorts slid down my legs, leaving me in just my black lace thong.
His eyes searched me, narrowing on the space between my thighs. His hands were on his own jeans now, flicking them open and sliding them down just an inch or so, until I could see his dark blue boxer briefs and his firm erection pressing through.
He pulled me down on top of him and the sensation of him under me, against my soft skin, felt so good.
“You feel me, Daisy? Feel my cock straining to slide into your wet cunt?”
I was breathing hard, hissing and rocking my hips.
Killian’s hands were on my ass cheeks, hauling me against him.
“I can feel how wet you are. You’re soaking this scrap of fabric.” His mouth went to my breast, trying to bite it through the fabric of my shirt.
“Fuck.” He spat as he lifted up, and I pressed down. We were fucking with our clothes on. I could feel the tip of his cock press through his boxers, and just enough of his long length was poking through that I was getting off. The pressure and hardness felt impossibly good.
I was close and then his lips landed on mine again and he kissed me like he wished I wasn’t leaving.
He kissed me like he wanted to press his lips to mine every day for the rest of his life.
It was hot, and intense, and it left me breathless when suddenly his length felt more defined, he moved so brash that I didn’t even realize something was different, not until he nearly parted the fabric between my legs and I felt his hot, silky skin against mine.
He'd pulled his cock out of his boxers.
I was coming. “Fuck, fuck, fuckkkkkk.” He let me clamp down, a cry in my voice as I rode out my climax.
“Keep those pretty eyes on me, Daisy,” he ordered, and for some reason, I obeyed. I didn’t see his cock as he gripped it, but I felt his hot release land on my stomach and knew he’d come as he let out a painful groan.
We were both gasping, and our eyes were still locked on one another.
Suddenly his hand came up to cradle my face, his thumb resting directly next to my left eye.
“Your eyes...” He panted. “They’re Cinderella blue. The unreal kind that baits princes into giving up their crowns and tossing kingdoms on their head, looking for a goddamned shoe. That dude was fucked the second he saw her, and I never understood it. Not until now.”
My mouth parted on a silent gasp because that was the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to me and the juxtaposition that it came from a hardened criminal was making my head spin.
Those glimmering eyes suddenly dropped to my lips, and I wondered if he’d kiss me again.
If he could sense how badly I wanted to feel his lips pressed against mine just one more time.
I wondered if he could sense that I was starting to fall for him, that a severe—possibly the most severe—crush I had ever experienced was starting to develop.
His phone rang from inside his pocket, which had me glaring down, confused how he kept it in there with my legs crushed against his hips.
Pulling the phone up to his ear, he listened then said, “on our way.”
He shifted, and it felt like I’d been plunged into an ice-cold lake. The hardness in his gaze returned, a mask falling into place as he easily discarded me on the seat next to him and began buttoning up.
I was at an awkward angle with his jizz all over my stomach as he milled about the room as if I weren’t there and he hadn’t just nearly fucked me.
Realizing he wasn’t going to find me a tissue of any kind, I dug around for something I could use, but there was nothing but beer, cans of spam, along with a few microwavable burritos.
“Here.” Killian held out an old t-shirt to me while glancing at my stomach.
The fabric was pink, and very likely from another female he’d fucked.
“So is this where you bring women to hook up then?” I asked, cleaning up the mess on my abdomen, then pulled my shorts on, risking a quick glance at him.
I wasn’t entirely sure how we were supposed to interact with each other now.
I wouldn’t be here long, but while I was, it wouldn’t be terrible to have someone to hang out with or have some casual fun with.
Shit, if I was being honest, it wouldn’t feel so casual to me. He didn’t need to know that.
“Yeah, sometimes. I usually fuck at the club, but every now and then I’ll come here. I’m not a fan of having women in my home or knowing where I live.”
Right.
“Ready?” He walked into the kitchen and tossed the bottles we’d consumed into a plastic bin.
I nodded, while following him out through the back door.
I felt dirty and annoyed. Why had I given in so easily to him?
Something about it made me feel like I had given him the upper hand.
Normally I wouldn’t care, but he kissed me, and I hated that it was still wreaking havoc on my lips like invisible live wires sparking every five seconds.
“So after this, are we acting like it didn’t happen or what’s the plan?” I forced the question out, mostly to make him feel as uncomfortable as I did, but partially because I genuinely wanted to know.
He shrugged as a way of responding.
“Guess if we both find ourselves alone, and no one sees us, I’d be down to do this again. But not tonight. I have plans tonight with a pair of Sweetbutts that have been dying to double up with each other.”
God, my face was on fire.
What an asshole. What an actual fucking prick.
“What?” he asked, pushing at my arm.
I shook my head and darted for the bike on quick feet.
“Daisy, what’s with the face and the sudden glare of death?” His pace quickened, although I wasn’t sure why. We were both headed the same place. I had to ride back with him, and there was nothing I could do about it.
Suddenly his arms came around my waist and he hoisted me up in the air. “You’re not a fan of the adventure twins keeping me company tonight?”
I pushed at his hold. “I could care less who warms your bed, Killian, but it’s fucking rude to talk about who’s going to suck your dick next right after you—”
“Right after I what?” he challenged, pulling me around to face him, his hands still around my ass. “What we did was early high school shit…we didn’t fuck, we didn’t even do oral sex of any kind. You have no reason to be pissed.”
I hated him. I hated him so much it was physically painful.
“It’s not that I care, okay. It’s just a matter of being polite or kind. I didn’t tell you that I already had my eye on some guy in the club, hoping he could actually seal the deal and give me some real relief, did I?”
His grip tightened on my hips as his eyes became two pieces of stone.
“I told you already that while you’re here—”
Laughter bubbled up and out of me, forcing me to push hard enough for him to drop me.
“Go fuck off with that. I owe you nothing. You’re no one to me just like I’m no one to you. Still, I wouldn’t have said it in front of you.”
I began walking again, nearly to his bike when he was suddenly next to me again.
“Fine. It sucked hearing that, I’m sorry for saying shit in front of you. Now, who are you trying to hook up with tonight?”
“None of your concern.” I pulled the black bucket helmet on my head and buckled it. Killian studied me with his hands on his hips.
“You can’t fuck any of the Stone Riders. I forbid it.”
Shaking my head, I threw my leg over the bike, nervous that it would fall over. Killian’s hand came out to steady my knee a second later.
“I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I don’t even know you…I really don’t care.”
His jaw flexed, and then he was straddling the bike and aggressively handling his helmet.
I hated that our time here had ended the way it did. I had actually enjoyed my time with him, before he became an asshole and lied about all of it.
Suddenly I had to know. “So all that stuff about my eyes, the way—” My face was going to catch fire. I dipped my head and stopped talking because this was so fucking embarrassing.
He peered from over his shoulder, his hand dropping to my knee to pull me closer.
“Nah, I meant every word. You have the prettiest fucking eyes I’ve ever seen.
The kind I could see someone throwing a kingdom away for.
But I’m no prince, I’m the bastard who’d sneak in and usurp him, but you are most definitely a princess.
Which means you’re not my type, it’s nothing personal. ”
I was about to reply with something quick witted when he shook his head as if he were sad. “Look, I already know I’m not your type either…trust me…I am well aware.”
His bike roared to life, and before I could reply, he took off.