12. Keir #2
She said nothing, but the longer we laid there, the more her breathing eased. It had grown so slow, I thought she’d drifted off until two words broke the silence.
“Thank you.”
I grunted. “For what?”
“For removing the cuff and keeping a light on. I don’t like to sleep in pitch dark rooms.”
“Why’s that?”
She shook her head. Well, this conversation was clearly done. Shifting to keep her in my line of sight, I let the sound of her even breaths fill my ears.
It had only taken her a matter of minutes to fall asleep after thanking me, something I could only blame on sheer exhaustion caused by the highs and lows of the day.
However, I was wide awake and curious about her reaction earlier, wanting to know whether it was so extreme because of the cuffs, or whether it was the combination of the bed as well.
I knew intimacy wasn’t the issue, since we’d fucked just fine without a panic attack.
I’d even wrapped my hands around her neck in anger without her experiencing such an extreme response, though for the first time in my life, I was ashamed at my lack of control.
But I had reacted without thought, pure emotion driving me.
Hearing I’d been the second fucking choice again had me looking through a haze of red.
Deep down, I didn’t want to hurt her, but she’d pushed me to the edge.
Shoving away the pillow wall slightly, I let my eyes wander across her hair, her face, her neck.
The shadow of my fingermarks were appearing, marring her perfect skin.
The warmth of her body caressed my palm as I reached across and laid my hand around her neck once more.
It fit perfectly under her jaw and spanned the length of her neck.
My pinkie finger swept across her collarbone, and her mouth parted in a soft sigh.
My eyes darted to her face to see whether she’d woken, but she was still asleep.
Feeling bolder, I inched the quilt down to her waist and stared at her in my hoodie.
Fuck, seeing her in my clothes made me feel some type of way, but there was still too much fabric covering her.
Carefully, I slid my hand under the hem and rucked up the thick fabric.
Molly didn’t move or make a sound as I worked to expose her lean body to me.
With one final push, I revealed her small breasts.
My dick twitched, thickening against the front of my sweats.
Her nipples peaked in the cold air, but she still didn’t stir.
She must’ve been in a deep sleep, and I wondered how far I could go. Wondered whether I could show her I wasn’t just a one fuck and done kind of man. That I could take my time when it was on my side.
Like here.
Like now.
Staring at the cinched waistband of the sweats she was wearing, I ran my tongue over my bottom lip.
I hadn’t taken my time to appreciate her pussy when I’d had it.
I had too many other fucked up thoughts in my head, like whether Fallon would feel that slick, that good.
Whether Fallon had as smooth a pussy as Molly, or whether she left it natural.
Placing my palm on Molly’s stomach, I watched the rise and fall of her chest, waiting to see whether she would wake. Inching lower, I undid the simple knot at the waist, the fabric loosening immediately and giving me access to her bare cunt beneath.
My mouth watered. Eating pussy was normally something I did every time I was with a woman.
Despite what Molly experienced with me; I wasn’t a selfish man.
I made sure a woman got off multiple times before I got my dick wet.
That little rendezvous with her had been an anomaly—a Band-Aid to help fix my shattered heart—and I wanted to fix her impression of me now.
I pulled the fabric down, startling when Molly lifted her hips to help me slide them over the narrow span of her thighs.
My heart jumped into my throat, and I gazed into her face, waiting to see a flicker of horror in her features.
Her mouth had only parted in a small gasp. She was still firmly asleep.
The head of my dick was now visible above the waistband of my sweats, and I took a moment to reach inside and stroke it.
I wouldn’t fuck her while she was asleep, I decided.
The next time I fucked Molly, I would do it with a clear head and know she was the one I was sinking into.
She wasn’t a substitute and shouldn’t be treated that way.
Fallon was a pipedream—something I thought I always wanted—but seeing her with Orin tonight had cemented the fact that she would never want me, and I had to let her go.
With my fingertips barely touching her skin, I let my hand skim down her stomach, feeling goose bumps rise in its wake. Drifting lower, I slid a finger down her slit, biting back a groan when I felt how wet she was for me.
“Yes,” she moaned, widening her thighs.
My head jerked up at the sound of her sleep-soaked voice.
I thought this was it, I’d been caught but her eyes were still shut, the lids fluttering as she slept.
Fuck me, playing with her body while she was unconscious was a fucking new kink I’d unlocked.
My dick was rock hard, emerging more than a few inches above my waistband.
Reaching down with my free hand, I swiped my thumb over the drop of pre-cum and brought it to Molly’s lips.
As soon as my thumb touched her bottom lip, she drew the digit into her mouth and sucked.
Her moan mirrored my groan as I watched her pink tongue dart out.
Fuck, this woman…
Her open thighs exposed her drenched cunt, glistening with her arousal.
“Fuck, you’re soaked, Jynx.”
“Have been since before … before…” she muttered, talking in her sleep.
I was suddenly desperate to know how long. “Since before?”
She let out a sigh. “Finnan.”
Before Finnan? My eyes darted to her face as I realized she was talking about when I had wrapped my hands around her throat.
Shame washed through me at the memory, and I sat in the foreign emotion for a moment.
I’d never regretted a single thing I’d done before now—not planning to take someone’s life or going through with it—so what the fuck was happening?
I shook my head. My crisis of confidence didn’t matter, I could atone for my actions later.
Dragging my fingers through her slick pussy lips, I rubbed at her clit gently, captivated by the way her teeth sank into her bottom lip.
Her thighs shifted a little more. Wide enough now that I could fit my shoulders between them.
Sliding two fingers into her tight cunt, I used my thumb to circle her clit.
Yet I kept my movements slow— unhurried—because I wanted to savor this moment with her.
Molly was always so combative with me, and I had the stitches to fucking prove it.
Enraptured by the small frown that appeared and eased from her face as I pumped into her in languid strokes, I picked up the pace a little more.
The sound of her body accepting mine— enjoying what I was doing—spurred me to withdraw them and bring my fingers to my mouth, to taste her.
Fuck me. I bit back the groan that wanted to crawl out of my throat in celebration, pressing my lips together instead.
I needed more.
Sliding down her body, I positioned myself between her warm thighs, always watching her to see if my movements jostled her awake.
She threw an arm over her head, back arching against the mattress as she lifted her cunt to my mouth.
Coasting my hands under her ass, I cradled her hips and stared at her pretty pink pussy dripping for me.
After running my nose along the inside of her thigh, I sampled her, rolling her unique taste around the back of my tongue.
Fucking heaven. Reaching down with one hand, I stroked my dick, wishing it was sliding inside her slick cunt right now.
I could probably do it and she’d never know, maybe next time.
For now, I wanted to eat.