3. Killian #3
“Mmmm,” I purr. “And what do you think? In the privacy of your own dirty little mind, Avery?”
She lets out a whimper.
“Because I thought about kissing you. I imagined plundering your mouth with my tongue, teasing your lips. I wondered how sweet you’d taste.
I thought about kissing you until your lips were pink and you begged me for more.
Holding your head back with your hair so I could kiss down your throat and all the way to those prettily covered tits. I wonder if your nipples are hard?”
She pants.
“Where is he?” A voice comes from the room behind us, but I don’t care. Let them search.
“Shall we find out how that kiss feels, love?” I purr.
“We shouldn’t.” She’s put one hand on my upper arm. It could absolutely be to push me away, but she’s gripping my bicep, her small hand unable to totally encompass it. She tests how solid my muscle is, and her eyes go wide. “I’m not a real candidate.”
I stroke my thumb over her plush bottom lip, then nudge it between them.
She moans softly as I push between her teeth and over her tongue.
Soft, hot. It’s unbearably intimate, and my cock throbs, now fully hard and pressing against my trousers.
It wouldn’t be anything but obvious, except thankfully Avery is the only one here.
I relish this sexy, filthy invasion, and can’t help but think of other uses for that wet, willing hole.
“Don’t you think it would be better to know for sure what all the others are speculating about? ”
Her eyes flutter closed.
I take that as enough agreement. My lips touch hers just as I withdraw my thumb, dragging her bottom lip lower so she’s open for me as I claim her mouth. Gentle at first. A brush of our lips as I bring my hand to the back of her neck. The warm silk flows over my fingers.
I want to consume her in thirsty gulps.
She’s an excess of delicious sensation, from her soft lips that move against mine, to her tongue responding, the taste of her which is part the sugary drink that was being served in addition to champagne at the party, and something that’s all her own.
The apple scent of her hair, and the softness I long to grab and pull against me. To grind into.
This possessive beast she’s awakened is a liability. I let out a growl, and wrap my arm around her waist.
“There he is!”
“That little slut!”
“I told you she couldn’t be trusted!”
Avery springs away, and I reluctantly let her go. I draw my suit jacket over the bulge of my erection and face down our new audience.
“She stole his first kiss,” seethes one of the women. She has long, sleek blonde hair that’s so ironed perfect I’m not sure it’s real.
I bark a laugh. “I’m not Sleeping Beauty.”
The girl scowls and mumbles an apology.
“And I had to see her, since she’s leaving.” I tap Avery’s bottom patronisingly as my mother’s thunderous face appears at the back of the small crowd. “Cinderella is off home.”
My mother takes in the situation with a practiced glance, which is impressive given I’m an only child. “I think it’s time for the ‘most memorable of the first evening’ presentation.”
“Of course,” I reply blandly.
“I’ll go,” Avery mutters, turning.
I catch her shoulder, keeping her in place. “Not quite yet.”
I hold out my other hand for the red roses my mother is offering and take it without responding to her significant glance towards one of the other women gathered around us. Clearly, Mam has a favourite, as well as a way that she wants to do this, complete with lots of silly games and formalities.
“It’s been a most enlightening event, and I’m delighted to meet you all.
” And conveniently enough, it’s not a lie.
This is the perfect excuse to get to know Avery, and while I would rather just take her home today, she might need a bit more time.
So my delight is more that these women have already been so effective in pointing out all my good features to Avery, including my considerably sized cock.
It’s going to make convincing her to be my wife all the easier.
The last of the women have gathered around us in the large entrance hall. “The rose for the most memorable first impression goes to Avery. For calling me ‘cute’, which is a new one to me.” I offer the flower to her with a smirk, and she takes it with a trembling hand.
“And you need to select which of the other women you want to go through to the next round, Killian,” my mother says.
“She’s taking this seriously,” I say confidingly to the women in general, and about half of them laugh.
I’m tempted to sweep a hand and eliminate all of them. But these are the daughters, sisters, and friends of my allies. I need to at least play at being polite, even if they don’t have a chance of winning.
“Off you go, you’re done for one night,” I say to Avery, with a calculated hint of condescension.
She lets out a squeaky, “Thanks.”
From the corner of my eye, I watch Avery walk away. Then I turn back, and begin giving out roses, more or less at random, to select some companions for my girl.
But I’ve already made my choice.