Chapter 28
Twenty-Eight
“You are a terrible influence on me,” Keir teases, running his hands through my hair. “But you know that, don’t you?”
I press up onto my tiptoes and kiss him, not interested in continuing the conversation. He smirks and opens his mouth to speak, but I cut him off by putting a finger to my lips to silence him.
All these emotions are flying around in the air surrounding me. I look up at him, my hand raising to caress his cheekbone.
His gaze locks on mine. I speak softly as I angle his head to just where I want it. “I want you, Keir. I want to feel your cock stretching out my pussy.”
His hands flex against my skin. “Your wish is my command.”
I press my lips to Keir's and his hands find my waist, roughly pushing me onto my back. I gasp and he plows one hand into my hair, pulling my head back.
His burning kisses scald the exposed curve of my neck as he moves down my body, ripping at my dress. He pulls it over my head and exposes the truth: I’m not wearing anything beneath.
My nipples pebble against the cool air as he shapes my breasts with both hands.
He presses them together, sucking and biting them, pulling sounds straight from the core of me.
I can’t get enough of him, of his hot hands, of his wet tongue.
I want him everywhere at once, my body overheating with pure need.
I drive my hands through his dark, silky hair, pulling him closer. My mouth opens and I let out a moan as he swipes both of my nipples with his tongue. Then he moves back and I’m left aching, wanting more.
“Fuck, Ella. You’ve got me all worked up now. I want you naked and writhing before me, begging me for my cock.” Keir tosses my dress aside.
“I want you too, Keir. I’m starving for your touch.” Admitting that much even makes me turn red.
I watch him strip off his shirt and undo the buckle of his belt. I reach for him. But Keir pushes me back against the wall, his eyes dark and excited.
“No. I want you to touch your tits. Play with them, pinch your nipples.”
“Keir–” I start to whine.
He grabs my thigh and gives it a hard squeeze. “Do what I say, sweetheart. Men are visual, and I need to see you do it. I need to burn it into my brain so that I never forget how hot this is.”
My heart starts pounding. I bring my hands up to cup my breasts, covering them and then pushing them together.
His hand slips down to shape his cock in his slacks. I swallow and watch as he starts unzipping his pants.
“Are you going to… touch yourself?” I ask.
“Fuck yes. Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me, sweetheart?”
I fan my face. Hearing Keir’s gravelly voice being so explicit with his need for me is intoxicating. At this point, I would probably walk over a bed of broken glass as long as his rough voice was there, coaxing me.
Sucking in my lower lip, I close my eyes halfway and do as he suggests, imagining Keir's hands in the place of mine. I pinch my nipples and gasp as the sensation sends ripples down to my core.
“What must be going on in that head of yours?” he husks. I open my eyes in time to see him slipping his hand inside his slacks and fisting the length of his cock. “Tell me that you’re getting as hot as I am. Tell me that I’m making you wet.”
“I am,” I purr. “I’m so fucking hot for you, Keir.” I press my thighs together and nod. “I need to you touch me. Please?”
I can’t bring myself to say what I want. But Keir seems to know exactly what I’m trying to say. He flashes me a dark smirk.
“Spread your legs,” he says. “Put your pussy on display for me. I’m salivating, just thinking about how good you are going to taste.”
I eye him critically. “I’m hearing a lot of talk but I’m still fucking horny over here.”
Keir’s eyes glitter at me. He grabs my thighs and shoves them apart. “You have no idea what you’ve signed the fuck up for, sweetheart.”
I try to close my legs, but he moves so he is kneeling in between them. His body blocks my knees from moving. His hands force my thighs open once more.
I shiver at his little display of strength. Part of me knows without a doubt that Keir has all the power here. That he could overcome my objections with ease, silence my voice.
But he chooses not to. He likes when I talk dirty and argue with him.
That’s why I can feel my pussy getting wetter. I throw my head back, looking up at him haughtily. Before I even think about it, I open my mouth and issue Keir a challenge.
“I’m tired of waiting, Keir. Put your money where your mouth is.”
He grabs my hands hard, his expression fiery. Then he forces my hands down between my legs. “Touch yourself. Show me how you play with your clit. If you resist, I’ll turn you over and spank you.”
I know I’m playing with fire, and Keir is hot enough to combust at any moment. But I don’t care. I welcome the burn.
“You wouldn’t ever even dare to do something like that,” I hiss, intentionally baiting him.
In the span of a second, Keir snatches my arms and yanks me up, contorting my body until he has me face down over his lap with my ass sticking up in the air.
The first smack takes me entirely by surprise. I cry out when I feel his stinging handprint on the side of my ass. I think I expected him to pull his punches and not really spank me… but this hurts.
I open my mouth to protest when Keir delivers the second blow to my other ass cheek. “Ow!” I squeal.
“That’s right,” he growls. “Be still while I spank you or I’ll do it harder.”
I squirm, trying to move away even though he just told me not to. The third spank stuns me and brings tears to my eyes.
I’m embarrassed to say that I didn’t know that it would be so brutal. Still, feeling the sting of his palm makes my pussy clench.
Keir clamps his arm down across my lower back and I can feel his hand skimming over the imprints that he’s made on my ass. I squeak but he holds me in place as his hand delves down between my ass cheeks and explores the folds of my pussy.
I let out a strangled, “Oh!”
“Relax,” Keir tells me. His fingers probe my pussy and then slide up to find my clit. “Do what I tell you. Be still and let me explore your pussy, Ella.”
All I can feel right now is my reddened ass and his clever fingers swirling around my clit. I’m keyed up and squirming, nearly panting. Within seconds, a strangled groan slips out of my throat. Keir's fingers move in quick circles and ripples of sensation spill out from my aching, throbbing clit.
It’s as if the spanking amplified the pleasure that Keir is making me feel now.
“Ah!” I cry.
“I want to hear it, Ella. Tell me.”
“Tell you what?” I grit out.
“Tell me exactly how bad you want my cock. That you want to feel me stretching you out and ruining you for other men. Tell me that you want to make you come in the way that I only I can do.”
I give a pleasured hiss. “I want it, Keir.”
“Yeah?” He slips a finger into my swollen core. “Do you?”
I shudder at the sensation of his finger slowly working in and out of my pussy.
“Keir…” I beg. “Please…”
“Please what?” he whispers. “Tell me explicitly. Tell me just what I need to do to you that will make you come like never before.”
His fingers circle my clit again. I gasp, strangled. I need more from him.
“Please!” I say, desperation in my tone. “Keir, if you don’t fuck me–”
He shoves me off his lap and spreads my legs wide. I manage to get my knees beneath me as he pushes his slacks down his legs. I’m not fully ready for the brutal way he grips my hips and enters me with a sharp thrust.
I make an inarticulate sound of discomfort as I adjust to his sheer size.
Before I can even think about how his cock is too big, he starts moving, thrusting.
“Rub your clit,” he commands me.
Then he starts moving faster, as quick and hard as a jackhammer. My eyes roll back in my head until I close them. I reach down between my thighs and touch my throbbing clit.
His rough thrusts. The way he grips my hips, knowing that his hands will leave marks on my delicate skin. And the sound of his voice as he growls orders at me… Keir is saying all the right things, touching every part of me, filling me up with every stroke.
“I can feel your pussy milking my cock. God damn, you are so tight. So fucking hot.” He thrusts a few more times, his voice gone to gravel when he purrs. “Come for me, sweetheart. Cum on my cock.”
I can feel the orgasm ripping through my body, starting at my clit and spreading out like wildfire. I clench my eyes, my body spasming as I try to ride out the wave.
For several seconds, I am somewhere beyond thought.
“Fuck, Ella!” Keir calls out. He moves with lightning speed, his voice wavering.
Then he stops thrusting, his body seizing. I can feel several hot lashes of his seed land as his cock twitches deep inside my pussy.
“Fuck,” he mutters, his grip on my hips easing. He runs his hands up the bare skin of my back for a few seconds before he withdraws. “Jesus christ, Ella.”
I push myself up onto all fours, just getting up as he tucks his cock back in his pants. He kisses me, slow and hard. Fleetingly, I wonder what it would be like just once to spoon afterward and to feel like… well, that we’re not just fucking…