Chapter 16 #2
“Fuck, you’re amazing. You’re a sexy fucker.” His praise does something to me. The way he’s looking at me makes me feel invincible. I made him feel that way, making him come so hard, and I took it all.
After climbing to my feet, I stand in front of him and start to remove my clothes.
I don’t look away. A newfound confidence fills me, elated by how hard he came.
I fucking did that. I’ve just made him so freaking happy.
The contentment on his face says it all.
I toss my clothes on the floor, my body naked and bare, just for him.
“You’re stunning.” He bites his lip and shuffles up to me, his jeans still around his ankles.
My hard dick bumps against his soft one.
He groans and pulls me in for a kiss. “I want to taste myself on you.” He wraps his arms around me and pulls me tight.
His tongue caresses mine, he nips at it, sucking it into his mouth and groaning.
“Fuck, baby.” His fingers grip my ass cheeks, and he holds our bodies together. I try to grind against him, my dick weeping and needy, crushed between us. He holds me rigid, though. His body torments mine as he grips me firmly. My hips inadvertently buck, thrusting against him.
“Touch me, Derren. Please,” I whimper against him. Frustration replaced with need, desperate for a release. I’m so wound up and turned on.
“Say it, say my name again,” he grumbles into the kiss.
“Derren, please.” I grind against him, his grip relaxes on me, allowing me a marginal sliver of space, and I rotate my hips against his. I thrust and buck against his hip.
“Derren,” I gasp. “I need you.”
“I know, baby.” He smiles against me, but he makes no move to touch me anywhere else, though. My movements are uneven and ragged as my nerves are shot, everything tingles, and I need some friction. I need to fuck or be fucked or his mouth on me. I desperately need a release. Fuck, I need something.
“Derren.” My voice breaks. “Pleeeaase.”
He smiles against my lips as he kisses me. There’s a buzzing, and he chuckles.
“Saved by the bell.”
“What?” I gasp. He grins at me and leans down, grabbing his phone from his jeans, still pooled around his ankles.
“Dude.” His voice is suddenly normal. That lusty, seductive tone is gone. The breathy, wrecked promises, a mere whisper disappearing. He turns his back to me, struggling to tug up his jeans one-handed.
“Fuck yeah, I’m in… No, I’ve got nothing else on… I’m on my way.”
He turns, grins at me, and tucks his phone into his pocket.
“Gotta go, baby.” He leans forward, brushes a quick kiss across my cheek, and hurries out the door, fastening his jeans as he goes.
I’m left standing there naked, confused, and cold.
My heart is pounding, trying to beat out of my chest. My breathing elevated and panicked.
What the hell just happened? Where has he gone, and what does he mean he hasn’t got anything else on?
The front door slams shut, and I startle from my thoughts.
Tears stream down my cheeks; I’m unable to stop them. My heart is in my throat, and choked sobs rip out of me. “What the hell?” I yell.
“Scott. You okay?” I stare at the door.
“Killian?” I gasp, freezing in place, trying to catch up with what’s happening, trying to make sense of everything, wanting to break into a million pieces. “What are you doing here?”
“I saw him run out and dive into his car, squealing off down the street as I pulled up. I just… I needed to check on you.” He steps closer, his hand outstretched, as if approaching a stray, wounded animal.
I stare at him. Blank, empty nothingness spreads through me. Rejection. Humiliation. Devastation.
“Nerd.” The way he says it, his nickname for me breaks something inside me.
He steps closer. “Nerd?” His voice is a rasp.
My skin pebbles. My breathing picks up more.
His leather jacket splayed open. His tight T-shirt fitted across his muscles, his jeans snug across his thighs tucked into his motorbike boots, the smell, his smell, prickles at my senses.
He steps closer, kicking the door closed behind him.
His voice comes out raspy, with a dangerous edge, that gravel dragging across my skin.
“Nerd, did he hurt you?” His hand reaches up to my face, and I don’t think.
I knock it away. Throwing myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him into me, I force my tongue into his mouth.
He goes rigid. His hands grip my hips, his entire body tenses as I grind myself against him.
He tries to push me back, just enough to look at me.
“Nerd, wait, think about this.” His words are a gasp of warning.
“Killian, please, I need you to not think, just once, I just need you once.”
“Scott!” The tone is tense. His jaw ticks.
I crash my lips to his again, but he’s battling with his conscience.
“Killian, just once, I’ll never ask you for anything ever again. I just want to feel something other than this. You always look after me, protect me, fix me, fix this for me, Killian, please?”
He blows out a breath, and his head rests on mine. His eyes close, his hands grip my hips tighter. He starts to shake his head. But I pull back enough to make him open his eyes, and I see it: the indecision.
I slide my tongue over his and rub his dick pressing through his jeans. I grind the heel of my hand against it as my tongue thrusts into his mouth. His breathing races now, and his arms slide around my waist.
“Scott?” he gasps, pulling back just enough to stare at me for a split second.
I don’t know what he sees, but he crashes his lips against me, lifts me off the floor, and my legs wrap around him.
His grip on me tightens as he walks towards the bed.
He kisses me like he’s drowning. I don’t think; my body just clings to him.
His knees connect with the bed, and he crawls up it, never breaking our kiss as my tongue slides against his.
“Killian. Please?” I gasp into his mouth.
“What do you need from me, Nerd?”
“Everything. Killian, I need you.”
His body leaves mine, and I gasp, sitting up.
He stands at the bottom of the bed, panting.
He kicks off his boots, sliding his jacket off and dropping it behind him.
He slowly undoes his jeans, and I know what he’s doing.
He’s moving slowly. Giving me a chance to back out.
But I bite my lip. I can’t believe this is actually gonna happen. And he groans.
His eyes rake over every inch of my naked skin as I lie there, squirming under his gaze. He slides out of his jeans and boxers. His thick, tattooed thighs bulge. The muscles flex, and his dick bobs. His large, thick cock.
“Fuck me,” I gasp in shock at the sheer size of him. He grins.
“That’s my intention. Unless you wanna change your mind?
” My eyes flick to his, my head already shaking, the flirty smile, the dishevelled hair from his helmet.
The dirty twinkle in his eye as he reaches between his shoulder blades, gripping a handful of his T-shirt and ripping it off in one sexy-as-fuck porn-star move.
He stands naked at the foot of the bed, and my eyes widen.
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen him naked.
And, fuck me, he’s got so much hotter, better since I last saw him.
“Killian,” I whisper.
He tosses something on the bed, and when I glance down, I see a few condoms. Oh, fuck, this is gonna happen.
My body is so on edge. Electricity pulses through me.
My heartbeat is rushing through my ears.
He kneels on the bed and starts to crawl up my body.
I swallow hard, his eyes never straying from mine.
His tongue flicks out and licks my balls before he even reaches my dick.
My legs spread wider for him. He chuckles against my dick, and it pulses at the sound.
He leans down, resting on his elbows between my thighs.
“W-what are you doing?” I stutter on a surprised exhale.”
He just winks at me as his massive hand wraps around my dick.
The searing heat burns into me, and my back arches off the bed.
I gasp out in shock and elation as his tongue licks all the way from the base to the tip.
My whole body shudders, and my hips buck.
His tongue darts out and licks at my slit, sliding it around my head.
His teeth nip at my foreskin. I grunt and buck, closing my eyes and allowing my head to flop back. He nips me harder, and I yelp.
“You will watch my every move if you want me to carry on.” His voice is deep and demanding.
A seriousness spreads across his face, and I nod.
It won’t be long. I already know I’m gonna blow my load so fast. I’ve fantasised about him for as long as I can remember, and I’m unsure in this moment whether this is real or if I’m actually dreaming.
“Whoa, fuck,” I gasp as his mouth engulfs my dick. His finger slides into his mouth and rubs along the side of my dick. Groaning, my eyes flutter, but I keep my gaze in his direction.
His mouth is the devil itself, hot and dominant as he sucks and licks at me.
My heart’s pounding, my breath erratic, moans spill from my lips as he pleasures me.
No one has ever touched me like this before.
My head swims. Waves of ecstasy crash over me.
And when he slides a finger into my ass, I can’t help but shudder.
My legs widen, and I bear down on him. He chuckles with his mouth still wrapped around my dick.
I writhe against his grip on my ass and my cock. Fuck, I’ve never felt like this before. It’s all-consuming. Like everything he does makes me feel like I’m about to explode.
But I need to hold back. I can’t be blowing my load like a one-pump chump. I know this will only ever be here and now. Killian never hangs around. I’ve never seen him go back to a person once he’s fucked them. I shake myself to stay in the moment.