Chapter 27 #2
I leaned forward, the top of my head resting against his chest. Movement between us had my eyes fluttering open, and I stared down into his lap as he poured lube all over his stiff dick and then rubbed it around with his fist.
“Get yourself ready for me,” he said, voice throaty and deep.
I sat back and held out my fingers. He added the lube and watched as I reached behind me to touch my hole. His attention was riveted on me, the high points of his cheekbones bright pink, so I leaned forward and sucked his nipple into my mouth while sliding a finger into my opening.
I suckled harder, loving the sensation of something in my mouth at the same time as my ass. I worked myself good, whining against his nipple as I slid in a second finger. Kieran’s big hands reached around to hold my ass open, giving me more access to fuck myself.
“Harder,” he growled, and I wasn’t sure if he meant my mouth or my ass, so I bit down on his chest and jammed the fingers deep.
Between us, his dick twitched, and his hips were restless. I moved over to his other nipple, sucking hard enough to bruise. Kieran grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand free. I tried to sit up, but his free hand grabbed the back of my head and pushed, silently telling me to suck.
And as I did, three of his fingers invaded my hole. I cried out and bit down on his nipple again, and he started fucking me with his fingers, brushing against my prostate until my dick was hard between us.
With a sob, I let go of his chest and fell onto his cock, only getting to deepthroat it once before he pulled me off.
“Kieran,” I whined.
“If your knee wasn’t stitched up, I’d put you on your belly and drill you into this floor,” he intoned.
I nodded eagerly, already trying to get on all fours.
“Not today,” he said, pulling me over him. “Sit on my dick, doll. Take the entire thing.”
“Spit on it first,” I told him, making his eyes flare.
Grabbing his shaft, I held it out, and he did as I asked. When he was done, I lowered onto it, both of us hissing when his head popped through that tight ring.
Eager, I sank, nearly choking on the intrusion, my eyes watering when he was finally completely inside me.
Kieran’s shoulders left the wall, and his hand loosely wrapped around my throat. “You’re beautiful,” he rumbled. “The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
I nodded, so full I couldn’t speak. Sitting on him like this was incredible, and even though I knew it wasn’t possible, I swear I felt him in my throat.
His hands wrapped around my waist and lifted, sliding my body up his shaft and then pushing me back down.
I exhaled, pleasure consuming my oxygen, the water in my eyes turning to tears.
He lifted me and pushed me back down, grunting with every thrust. Between us, my dick was hard, but it was a mere afterthought to the pleasure rippling through my ass.
“You take me so well,” he said, thrusting up and grinding against me.
I grabbed his hand and sucked two thick fingers into my mouth, eyes rolling back in my head. I started to move, riding his dick with the weight of his fingers on my tongue, my ass stretched in ways it had never been before.
“You like that,” he said, digging his fingers into my hip. “Having something in both ends?”
I nodded eagerly, practically drooling around his fingers.
“Little slut,” he growled, hooking a hand around my neck and pulling his fingers free. I chased them, but he denied, pulling me down to his chest instead. The second he arched it out, I latched on, sucking until I knew I was drawing blood to the surface.
I moaned around his nipple, body going boneless.
He took over then, flattening his feet on the floor and hammering into me while I drooled all over his chest. It was heaven. It couldn’t get any better.
Until he reached around and pulled my ass wide, stretching my hole even more.
It burned so good, and I cried out. He answered with more powerful thrusts, and my ass started to pulse.
Pleasure rocketed through me as it continued to contract, my mouth falling away from his chest as the intensity of the orgasm rolled over me.
It went on and on and was unlike any other orgasm I’d felt before.
Just when I thought it was over, Kieran’s fingers massaged my rim, and I lit up all over again.
He rode me through it, his shout barely registering through my own bliss. When I finally came back, I was curled up on his chest, shivering as he rubbed my back, whispering praise.
“What was that?” I asked, half drunk.
His rumbly laughter made me curl closer into him and close my eyes. “Pretty sure that was an anal orgasm.”
My eyes popped. “I didn’t know that was a thing.”
“Mmm, good. I have a kink for your firsts.”
“And for spit.”
“Don’t think I didn’t notice how you moaned with something in your mouth and your ass.”
I lifted my head. “Is that okay?”
“Of course, baby doll. As long as you agree that the only double penetration going on is with me and some toys. There will be no other dicks near you.”
“I don’t want anyone else,” I confirmed.
He pressed a kiss to the top of my head, and my heart inverted.
“Are you sure you want me?” I asked. The idea of losing this—him—was really not something I could bear.
“I love you.”
It took a moment for it to register, but when it did, my head snapped up and I searched his face for proof. He was stoic as always, but there was warmth there too.
My heart thumped heavily, so much so that I wondered if he could feel it against his chest. “Even if I’m the illegitimate son of a mob boss?”
His eyes rolled. It was so unlike him yet so endearing. “You’re asking a hitman.”
I rested my chin on my palm. “You said yourself that the mob is worse than whoever you work for.”
“Ghost said that, not me,” he argued.
“Well, I wasn’t about to bring him up. I’m naked.” I wasn’t stupid. “But I guess you don’t think the rules apply to you.”
His eyes turned to blue slits, and inky damp hair clung to his forehead. “Excuse me?”
“You should think about giving your eyebrow a paid vacation. He’s overworked.”
Kieran rolled, making me screech. I anticipated the hard, cold tile against my back, but he buffered it with his arms.
I pouted. “You tell me you love me and then bring up another man.”
“It’s Ghost!”
“Does he not have a dick?”
Kieran growled. “Why are you talking about his dick?”
“You started it.”
He opened his mouth to say something blistering, I was sure. But then he slammed it shut, his jaw grinding like a set of timeworn gears. Frankly, I was concerned for his teeth.
“This is the most asinine conversation I’ve ever had. Only a little hazard like you could turn a love confession into some gossip scandal.”
“Gossip!”
“Yes,” he said through gritted teeth. “Spouting sensational facts that are not true.”
“I knew you read that dictionary in your office.”
He scowled. “When were you in my office?”
“Before I found your murder locker.” I informed him. “Just how many copies of The Art of War does one man need?”
He looked as if his head might blow off. At least it was giving his poor teeth a break.
“Forget it,” he grumbled and started to get up.
Panicked, I grabbed his arm. “Wait.”
He stopped retreating but didn’t look at me, and the absence of his attention felt like a crack right through the center of my heart. “This tile is unforgiving.”
“Are you?”
His eyes whipped to mine. “What?”
“I’m scared.”
The lines creasing his forehead and the irritation pulling the corners of his mouth faded away. “There’s no reason to be scared, baby doll. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
“Not even you?”
He drew back. “Me?”
“What if you take it away?” I fretted, trying to get my fingers into my mouth.
He made a scolding sound, and I dropped them.
“Take what away?” he asked. His full attention was back on me, and it made me feel see-through. Like a wet page from a book with the ink running every which way.
“Your love,” I finally whispered.
He said nothing.
I took a chance, peeking up at him. “No one’s ever loved me before. Ever. So when you said it, my heart felt like a kite. Flying high, dipping, and swooping. Technically, heavier than air but suspended anyway, kept afloat by the wind.”
I dared another look at him, and his face was soft, almost endearing. “Go on,” he urged.
“My heart is like a kite, but instead of being suspended by wind, it’s love. If you take it away, I’ll crash to the ground.”
Kieran opened his mouth, but I slammed two fingers against it, keeping him from speaking.
“I know you said you liked my firsts… but what about my lasts? You can’t have this first, Kieran, if you don’t also want to be my last.”
His eyes twinkled, and it made me wonder if there were somehow stars trapped inside.
Grasping my wrist, he pulled my hand down. “Baby, I want everything you got, especially your lasts.”
“Say it again.”
He pursed his lips, then sighed. “I love you.”
“I love you back.”
If I thought there were stars in his eyes before, now I wondered if there might be an entire galaxy. “Yeah?”
I nodded. “A whole lot.”
“My heart feels like a kite too,” he whispered.
And just like that, I fell a little more.