Killian
“Am I crazy or is this really cute?” Caroline says, walking into the studio at the apartment. She puts her phone in front of my face and on the screen is a pair of red bottom heels. They’re studded with big white stones that wrap all the way around the ankles.
“Will you be able to walk in those?” I ask.
“They’re cute,” I say, distractedly. My eyes are drawn to her mouth because she’s sucking on a cherry lollipop. Her lips wrap around the candy as she pulls it out of her mouth and then back in again, swirling her tongue.
Fuck, as if it’s not enough she can make me hard with a look.
“I think I’m going to order them.”
Her eyes are focused on her phone while I’m planning on how to get her out of my shirt. She only has the middle two buttons done and I can see the valley between her breasts through the gap in the shirt. She’s paired the white shirt with black lace panties, her hair piled up into a messy bun.
We had plans to catch a play in Central Park, but that was cancelled thanks to the summer rain pouring outside.
Clouds started rolling in early morning and it’s been pouring rain for the last two hours.
As if that wasn’t enough, the A/C went out last night and the super needs a part to fix it which isn’t going to arrive until Monday.
So our Saturday is very hot and humid.
“Was there ever any doubt?” I ask.
Caroline smiles as she finishes ordering the shoes. “For a second.”
She surprises me by offering me the lollipop. I’ve never been a fan of sweet things, but she can offer me poison and I’d eat it. I take the lollipop into my mouth and suck. Its tart sweetness tickles the back of my throat.
Keeping the lollipop in my mouth, I lower to kiss her, the candy trapped between our mouths. She tastes like cherries, but sweeter than the candy. No matter how many times I taste her, it’s never enough.
I’ll never have enough of Caroline and she’ll never know the wild beast inside me who wants to consume her. She moans softly, wrapping an arm around my neck and pressing her body against mine.
My hands immediately drop to her ass, kneading the soft plumpness.
“Aren’t you supposed to be painting?” Caroline asks breathlessly.
I put the empty stick on the table beside me to throw away later.
“You distracted me.” I kiss the spot under her ear which has her melting into me. Over the last week, I’ve memorized Caroline’s body like the back of my hand. I know what makes her moan, what makes her come quickly, I know what to say and do to prolong her pleasure.
“I needed your opinion,” she defends.
“Caroline, you should know by now that you can distract me any time,” I say.
Placing her hands on my chest, she pushes away from me. “No more distraction. I’m going to make us both a cool drink and we’re going to sit here and work.”
She turns around and leaves just as quickly as she came.
With a small smile, I turn back to my painting.
I’m finally feeling inspired enough to paint.
I haven’t shared with my agent that what I’m painting isn’t anything like my usual.
I utilized a lot of black, white, and grey in my paintings.
They told the darker side of humanity, the secrets people keep hidden, the lies they tell, the monster lying just beneath the skin they keep on a tight leash.
This new set of paintings is more grounded, open, colorful. My opinion on people hasn’t changed. I still think most people are liars and manipulators, and I definitely don’t want to be around them. But there are reasons to believe in something else.
“Here we go.” Caroline walks back into the studio carrying a tray with two glasses of some lemonade and fennel seed drink she’s made and a bowl of salted nuts.
“I made a whole jar so if you like it. Do you think we should offer some to Lilith and Eve?” Setting my glass on the table, she takes a seat on the chaise and sets the tray beside her.
“They’re up in the Catskills,” I say.
“Oh, right, I forgot. Lucky them. They’re missing the rain and humidity.”
I take a sip of my drink, watching her carefully as she works on her laptop. She’s found her footing at work and she’s having fun. That’s not the reason I’m watching her. Does she realize what date it is?
The rain today is a little ironic.
Caroline presses the cool glass against her heated skin and I watch as a bead of moisture travels down her neck and between her breasts.
“It’s so hot I feel like I need an ice bath,” she says.
“Let me get you a bowl of ice,” I say, putting my paintbrush and palette down and getting up from the stool.
“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” Caroline protests.
“I want you to be comfortable, butterfly,” I tell her.
I don’t mind the heat or humidity too much so I don’t have a fan. I should have asked the super for one, but maybe I can use the situation to my advantage.
In the kitchen, I find a bowl and fill it with ice which I take back to Caroline. She’s standing by the window now, her back to me as she watches the rain, and turns when she hears me come in.
“I miss the sun more than the air conditioning,” she says with a pout.
Walking back to me, she picks up an ice cube and puts it in her mouth, moaning at the icy coldness.
“Do you want to try?” There’s a mischievous glint in her eyes when she looks up at me.
Instead of eating the ice cube, I slide it down her neck. Caroline gasps as I bend down and lick away the trail of water.
“Killian!” My name is a gasp and a moan on her lips.
“What’s wrong?” I ask with a smirk. “I’m just trying to keep you cool.”
“I don’t think it’s working.”
“Maybe I need more ice,” I say, repeating my actions on the other side of her neck.
I walk her back until her legs hit the chaise and she sits down, tilting her head back to look up at me.
With a teasing smirk, she grabs an ice cube and rubs it along the waist band of my shorts.
My stomach convulses at the cold ice against my skin.
With a teasing look in her eyes, Caroline leans forward and licks the moisture away.
The sight of her tongue on my body is enough to get me painfully hard.
“That’s cheating,” I say, my voice rough. All the blood in my brain has travelled south fast.
“That’s playing your game better than you,” she says.
Hooking her thumbs into the waistband, she tugs my shorts off. My cocks bobs free, curving up towards my stomach. Caroline licks her lips as she looks at it.
“Fuck, baby, I’ll come from you just looking at my cock like that.”
Her eyes move up to mine. “Can you?”
She sounds like she’s considering making me come from just a look. I palm her jaw, running my thumb along her bottom lip.
“Open your mouth.”
Caroline opens her mouth and grabs an ice cube, sucking on it softly.
“Such a little brat,” I grumble.
“As if you don’t like a little brattiness,” she says. Her tongue cold from the ice, she runs it along the length of my cock, tracing a vein.
“Jesus, fuck!”
“Nope, just me,” Caroline says cheekily.
She puts the ice cube in her mouth again. The cube melts quickly in the heat of her mouth and she wraps it around the head of my cock. The coldness of her mouth makes me hiss in a breath and I fucking whimper. She swirls her tongue around the head before dipping into the slit.
The sight of her plush lips wrapped around my cock are enough to have me coming quickly every damn time.
Caroline takes me in further until I hit the back of her throat. I groan.
Grabbing her hair, I pull her head back and she looks up at me in question.
“As much as I love seeing your beautiful mouth wrapped around my cock, I don’t want to come until I’m inside you,” I say.
I fall to my knees in front of her, leaning forward to kiss her while I unbutton her shirt. I push it off her shoulders, leaving her bare except for her panties. Her skin is flushed from the heat, tips of her pale breasts beaded in arousal.
How can anyone be this beautiful?
“I don’t think this is a practical way to beat the heat,” Caroline whispers. Wrapping her arms around me, she shifts forward on the chaise until our chests meet.
“You’re right,” I say. “Let me cool you down.”
I tease the ice cube down towards her left breast and over her pebbled nipple.
Caroline hisses in a sharp breath which turns into a moan when I wrap my mouth around the soft flesh, sucking on it before biting gently. I move to her other breast and repeat the process.
Caroline has the most sensitive nipples and I know she’ll come from this if I continue. I can tell with the way her hips shift and her breathing changes that she’s close. But I don’t want her coming so quickly.
I pull back, and Caroline frowns at me. “Why did you stop?”
“Because I want you to come on my tongue.”
I slide her panties down to reveal her pretty pussy. She’s soft and wet and my mouth fucking waters. No matter how many times I’ve tasted her pussy, I always want more.
“I can feast on nothing but your pussy for the rest of my life and I’d die a happy man,” I say.
Yanking her hips to the edge of the chaise, I run the flat of my tongue over her cunt. We both groan. She’s the sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever tasted. I’m already leaking precum and I have to force myself to not come. This woman has me on a hair trigger.
I feast on her cunt like a starving man who hasn’t eaten in days. My tongue circles her clit as I tease and suck. I want her to come fast so I can fuck her, but I also want us to enjoy this. Caroline thrusts a hand through my hair, holding me close as her hips start rocking back and forth.
“Fuck, butterfly. I love it when you lose your mind and start riding my face,” I groan.
“Killian, don’t stop,” Caroline cries.
I push two fingers inside her wet heat and Caroline’s grip on my hair tightens, her breathing growing shallow.
“I’m so close,” Caroline says.
I laugh at that. “I know, baby. You think I don’t notice the way your pussy tightens around me and the way your breathing changes when you’re about to come? I know your body better than you do.”