Chapter 26
Caroline
His command takes me by surprise and has my body throbbing with need. I flex my thighs, pressing them together to stave off the ache between my thighs.
We’re in the kitchen with the windows behind us. No one can look in but I can look out and I’m far too aware that this isn’t a bedroom. This isn’t something good little Caroline would ever do.
Then again, she also wouldn’t have run away months before her wedding.
Gathering up my courage, I grip the skirt of my dress and slowly pull it up.
Killian’s eyes follow the reveal, my skin heating from his gaze even though he hasn’t even touched me yet.
Which I hope he does very soon before I combust.
I pull the dress over my head until I’m standing in front of him in my cream cotton and lace underwear and my platform heels. They’re cute and they give me some much needed height when talking to Killian.
The dress falls to the floor.
Killian inhales sharply, his eyes lingering on my chest, my breasts, the curve of my waist, my thighs.
“Turn around,” he says, voice gruff.
I turn around and show him the back. There’s a ferry passing down on the water and it makes me far too aware of my state of undress. More than anything, it makes me aware of what’s about to happen. I can feel Killian’s eyes raking over my back, lingering in places.
I smother a gasp when he reaches out and brushes the back of his hand along the side of my back, just over the waist band of my panties. His thumb skates below the waistband and I suck in a sharp breath.
“I was thinking of wearing this set on my first day for some added confidence,” I muse, trying to see his reflection in the windows. “But I found an even cuter one. It’s pink lace with delicate flowers all over it and it fits so perfectly.”
Killian’s hand goes to my hair and he fists it, tilting my head back. His eyes burn into mine. “Wear whatever you want, butterfly. I’m the only one who's going to see it.”
His mouth seals over mine before I can protest, and I moan softly. Killian snakes an arm around my waist and pulls me against him, letting me feel the evidence of his desire.
His kiss is electric, fire coursing through my veins. My pulse throbs in my clit. Releasing me, Killian spins me around until I’m facing the kitchen table.
“Put your hands on the table,” he tells me.
Placing my hands in the middle, I lower my body slightly while arching my back and pressing my ass against the hardness in his pants.
“Like this?” I ask, coyly looking at him over my shoulder.
“You’re such a fucking cock tease, butterfly,” he growls.
He doesn’t even realize that he's the one giving me the confidence. Because I can see how much he wants me, just as I am.
Slowly, he presses forward, placing a kiss in the center of my back. My breathing grows labored as I try to hold in my moans. He trails kisses down my back until he’s crouching behind me.
“Spread your legs.”
I spread them slightly. Killian squeezes my ass before a quick spank lands on the right side.
“Don’t play with me, Caroline. The more you tease me, the more I’ll tease back.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means you’ll come when I say you can and if you don’t listen, there will be consequences.” Leaning in, he presses a kiss on the same place he’d just spanked, soothing away the hurt.
He slides my panties down and I shiver as cool air hits my heated skin. I blush when I realize that Killian is sitting back and admiring me. I can feel his eyes on my pussy and it makes me wetter, the slickness coating my thighs.
“Look at that,” he says quietly. “So pretty and pink, and already dripping wet for me. If I’d known you’d be this wet and eager, I wouldn’t have made you wait.”
The way he says it makes me think he’s enjoying this way too much and had he known how aroused I was earlier, he’d have made me wait longer.
“Only for you,” I confirm. Because I know I’ve never been this wet before.
He brushes his fingers over my folds, gathering up the slickness there. I gasp, falling forward onto the table. Behind me, Killian moans softly.
“Fuck, you have the sweetest cunt, Caroline.”
His hands grip my thighs, mouth on my pussy.
I moan loudly as he swirls his tongue over my clit.
I feel like I’m going out of my mind. He tastes me like I’m a delicacy and he doesn’t want to miss anything.
He sucks my clit lightly without any pressure, enough to make me feel it, not enough to make me come.
“Killian, please,” I whisper.
“Sshh, be a good girl and let me eat,” he says, mouth still pressed against me. “You’ll get what you want when I’m ready to give it. This is what little cock teases get.”
“But—”
He lightly bites the inside of my thigh and I cry out. My overheated body reacts to the bite exactly like I expect it to. By wanting more. “If that was supposed to be an admonishment, it didn’t work.”
Killian growls, the sound reverberating through me. His tongue dips inside me. I cry out. In this position, I can barely move, with him gripping my hips tightly, and he’s intent on taking his sweet time.
“So fucking delicious I can eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”
“You won’t hear me complain.” My words are followed by a cry as he grabs my thigh and lifts it up, placing my leg on the table. It gives him more room between my legs.
His mouth is back on my pussy, his tongue tasting my everywhere, sliding inside me. I feel a smidge of panic when he goes too close to that hole and he chuckles lightly.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going there. Yet.”
The dark promise in his words makes me quake and sends my mind reeling. I’m surprised by how much I want to give in.
He pushes the tip of his thumb inside me and I moan at the sensation.
At the same time, it’s not enough to make me come.
He tickles my clit with his tongue and I shift and push back, trying to get some relief.
I’m fully aware that I’m two seconds away from riding his face until I come on him and nothing’s going to stop me.
Killian groans, flicking my clit with his tongue. My belly tightens, breaths coming too quickly. Killian removes his thumb and I make a noise of protest at the loss when he slides two fingers inside me. My eyes roll into the back of my head at the tight pressure.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” I groan.
Curling his fingers inside me, Killian reaches that spot which makes me see stars behind my closed eyes. He sucks my clit into his mouth and even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself from coming.
My body shakes as I cry out, grinding back against him, pussy pulsing around his fingers and mouth. When he moans against me, it just makes me come harder, toes curling in my sandals.
He barely allows me to catch my breath before his tongue flicks at my clit again. I hiss, trying to clench my thighs together.
“Killian,” I say. “What are you doing?”
“Did you think I was only going to make you come once?” He asks, his tone almost mocking.
I try to stand up and he puts a hand on the center of my back, pushing me back onto the table.
“Stay still, baby. I’m not done yet. Did you really think it was going to be that easy? You’re going to come again and again until the only thing on your mind is my cock. I’m going to make you come until you’re begging for it.”
Uh, I’m pretty sure I’m already close to doing that.
His mouth is back on my sensitive bundle of nerves, fingers scissoring in and out of me. Killian plays with me, just like he did the first time, building up my orgasm by teasing me and denying me any relief.
I come harder than I did the first time, my body shaking. Killian massages my hips and thighs, letting me come down from my high.
“You’re so soft and plump,” Killian says. “I think you can take another.”
“No, Killian, please. Just fuck me.”
Killian nips at my right ass cheek and kisses away the hurt. “I decide when you’re ready for my cock. You’re not ready yet.”
He pulls his fingers out of me and I can hear how wet I am. My cheeks flush as I think of the mess I must be creating. When he pushes his fingers inside me again, he’s added a third one.
I realize when he said I can take another, he meant three fingers. I whimper at the tightness. It’s almost too much, and I hold my breath until he’s all the way inside me.
“You’re doing so good,” Killian praises.
Any time he praises me, he makes me want to do everything he asks. He strokes his fingers inside me the way he would his cock and I have no choice other than to take it because his hand is still pressing me into the table.
My orgasm is quick and sharp, my body bowing off the table, mouth open in a silent scream.
In the aftermath, Killian kisses his way up my body as I try to catch my breath.
Lifting onto my elbows, I turn to accept his kiss, tasting myself on his lips. His body is pressed against mine and I can’t stop myself from rocking my hips against his. He’s deliciously hard and even though I just came, I need more.
“I need you inside me,” I sob. “Please fuck me.”
Killian’s hair is disheveled, pupils dilated, and there’s a self-satisfied gleam in his eyes.
“I have condoms upstairs.”
I lick my lips. “It’s been three years, I’m on birth control, and I’m clean,” I whisper.
I want to feel him inside me without any barriers between us, but I will accept his choice. I trust him more than I trust myself sometimes.
Killian pulls back and I think he’s going to get the condoms, but he surprises me by turning me around so we’re face to face. Something about seeing him still dressed would have made me insecure at one point. Right now, with the way he looks at me, the only thing I feel is powerful.
I’m always the center of his attention.
“You’re going to be the death of me, Caroline,” he says. “Once I fuck you, there’s no going back. Are you sure that’s what you want?”
I answer by grabbing two fistfuls of his shirt and pulling it up over his head. Then, I reach for his belt and unbuckle it.