Chapter 57
Chapter Fifty-Seven
Lily
Two weeks fly by, days blurring together, and I don’t regret anything. Killian and I sit in the tub, my back against his chest as we both seem to be in a pensive state.
“I’ll be gone for a day or two,” Killian says as he cups some water in his hand and pours it onto my shoulder.
I lean my head back on his shoulder and look up at him. “Can’t I come?”
“No. It’s business.”
The water sloshes against my sides as I shift in the tub, steam curling around the tiled walls.
The water has cooled from scalding to warm, and my skin prunes at the fingertips.
I watch droplets trace paths through the dark hair on his chest, following the rigid lines of muscle down to where the water hides everything I want to see.
The tub is large but isn't built for two, not really. My knees bump his, my ass brushes against his thigh. The contact sends electricity up my spine, straight to my nipples, which harden instantly despite the humid air.
Killian's hands find my hips, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh there. His grip is firm, possessive, the way he always touches me. Like I belong to only him, even though we both know I don't. Not really. My heart thuds against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat I’m surprised the water around me doesn’t ripple.
He doesn’t say a word as I straddle his lap. The water churns around us as I settle, my pussy hovering just above his cock. I wrap my arms around his neck, my fingers dancing on his damp skin. We aren’t affectionate like this normally.
But tonight, something shifts inside me.
Maybe it's the way the bathroom light catches in his eyes.
Maybe it's the way his thumbs stroke circles on my hips, a gesture that feels almost tender.
Or maybe it's just that I've been lying to myself for some time, pretending this arrangement is enough when it's barely scratching the surface of what I need from him.
I lean in slowly, giving him time to push me away.
Time to reinforce the one rule he's never broken: no kissing.
His body tenses beneath me, the muscles in his shoulders going rigid.
His hands tighten on my hips, not pushing me away but not pulling me closer either.
Just holding me in place, suspended in this moment of possibility.
My lips part as I close the last inch between us. I can feel his breath on my mouth, warm and minty. His eyes darken, pupils swallowing the irises. Just a little closer. Just one taste.
Killian turns his head at the last second, my lips brushing against his jaw instead. The stubble there scrapes against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. Disappointment crashes through me, sharp and immediate. I pull back slightly, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.
"Lily," he says, his voice strained. "We talked about this."
Lily. He’s never called me that before. It is always Liliana. And somehow that makes this sting even more.
Can he feel the way my heart is racing beneath my ribs?
"I know," I whisper, dropping my forehead to his shoulder. The water sloshes as I shift, my breasts pressing against his chest. His nipples are hard points against my skin. "I just—"
"Don't," he cuts me off as though he knows what I’m going to say, his hands soften on my hips, thumbs stroking apologetically. "Just don't."
I nod against his shoulder, breathing in his scent. This is the deal. This is what I agreed to. Amazing sex, no emotional entanglements, and definitely no kissing. It was supposed to be perfect, supposed to protect me from exactly these feelings that have been growing inside me like weeds.
Killian's hand slides from my hip to my ass, squeezing the flesh there. "But if you want to take control..." He lets the sentence hang in the air between us, an offering. A compromise.
I lift my head, meeting his eyes again. The rejection still stings, but something else is there too. Understanding? Pity? I push those thoughts away and focus on what he's offering me. What we're good at together.
My hand slips between our bodies, fingers wrapping around his cock. He's hard already, thick and heavy in my palm. The water makes the glide easy as I stroke him from base to tip, my thumb circling the head. A low groan rumbles in his chest, his hips bucking up into my touch.
"Fuck," he breathes, his head falling back against the tub edge. His throat works as he swallows, the muscles standing out in sharp relief.
I smile, a genuine smile this time. This I can do.
This I'm good at. I rise up on my knees, positioning myself over him.
The head of his cock nudges against my entrance, teasing my sensitive folds.
I'm so wet, so ready for him, and not just from the bathwater, sinking down just enough to take the tip inside.
My pussy stretches around him, a delicious burn that has me gasping.
No matter how often he fucks me, his size is still too big to adjust to.
His answer is a guttural sound, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. "All of it," he grinds out. "Take all of it, Lily."
I sink down slowly, inch by glorious inch.
The water provides resistance, making the penetration feel tighter, more intense.
My inner walls clench around him, trying to draw him deeper.
When I'm fully seated, his cock buried to the hilt, I pause, just feeling him inside me.
Full. Complete. For a moment, I let myself pretend this means more than it does.
Then I start to move.
I rise up until just the head remains inside, then slam back down.
Water sloshes over the sides of the tub, pooling on the floor, but neither of us cares.
Killian's hands guide my movements, setting a rhythm that has us both panting.
His cock hits that perfect spot inside me with every thrust, sending sparks of pleasure through my veins.
I moan, my head falling back. The water splashes against my breasts, my nipples pebbling from the cool air and the heat building inside me.
Killian sits up suddenly, his mouth closing over my nipple.
The suction is sharp and immediate, pleasure shooting straight to my clit.
I cry out, my fingers tangling in his hair, holding him to me.
His tongue circles the peaked flesh, his teeth scraping lightly before he soothes the sting with his tongue.
Bouncing on his cock with recklessness, my orgasm builds rapidly, a coil of tension in my belly that grows tighter. The sound of skin slapping against wet skin and the water splashing in and out of the tub fills the bathroom, mingling with our moans and gasps.
But no matter how intense the buildup of my climax is, I can’t reach it. With total control, I’m unable to get the release my body desperately needs. With a look of surrender, Killian understands.
"Come for me," he growls, his voice muffled against my breast. "Come all over my cock."
That's all it takes. My orgasm crashes through me, waves of pleasure so intense they leave me shaking. My pussy clenches around him, milking his cock as I cry out his name. Killian follows me over the edge with a harsh groan, his hips jerking as he spills inside me.
We stay like that for a long time, me collapsed against his chest, his softening cock still inside me. The water has cooled significantly, but I don't feel the cold. Not with Killian's arms wrapped around me, his heartbeat steady against my ear.
For now, this is enough. It has to be.