Chapter Four
Killian
Turns out eating can be very erotic.
Watching Kiera take a big bite out of her burger, the Swiss cheese and aioli from the mushroom sauce dripping down her chin is hot as hell. When she tips her head back, moaning a little at the delicious burger, my dick jerks in my shorts. Even the swipe of her thumb over her lip to clean her mess is hot. Yeah, I think everything this woman does is erotic.
Sitting in the tiny studio apartment I was dumb enough to bring her back to, we’re seated on the floor, her little body tucked between my legs because I wanted her as close as I could get her. Bringing her home to a few pizza boxes on the counters, some empty beer bottles, and the faint smell of weed was a little embarrassing, to be honest.
Kiera is...classy. I would guess she’s in her late thirties, with an air of sophistication I have never noticed in women before. There is something innocent and needy about her that speaks to me. That makes me want to take care of her. To protect her, no matter what that means. If it means being the possessive prick I was earlier tonight, then it does.
“Sorry, my place is a bit...lacking,” I mutter once again as I feed her a fry dripping with ketchup.
“It is yours. It smells like sunshine and ocean and you . It’s cute.”
“Ugh, don’t use the cute word on me, babe. I am a man . Call it...a man cave or masculine. Not cute.”
“Well, you,” she points a fry at me with a huge grin. “Might be masculine. You just so happen to also be cute. No, no... you’re beautiful. ”
As it has a dozen times since we got here, the air thickens between us. I told her I was barely keeping the beast inside of me caged up. It was no lie. Since the moment I saw her splashing in the water, I have wanted to take her, claim her. Make her mine. It is a foreign feeling to me but strong, almost overwhelming.
“You’re beautiful,” I tell her again, for the hundredth time. Something tells me she needs to hear it. Needs to know I mean it. “You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen, Kiera. They’re...unreal.”
Tipping her head back, she stares up at me, licking some juice off her chin. Reaching out, I grasp her chin the way I did earlier at the burger joint. Being cute, she pretended to check out the server, a buddy of mine. I hated it, and that beast I mentioned came roaring to the surface. Just thinking about her looking at another man, it does things to me that make little sense.
Bending my head, my heart pounding as my blood boils hot, I lick her chin, cleaning her up with a hungry groan. Tangling my hand in her dark hair, I tilt her head, dragging my tongue up her jaw. Licking my way back, I lash my tongue at her mouth and her moan does me in. I push my tongue into her mouth as I take her mouth at last.
Even with the juicy burger on her lips, she is so sweet. Sweeter than candy and I am a kid in a sweets store. I suck at her tongue, devouring her mouth hungrily. Reaching out, I lift her from the floor, settling her in my lap as I grow needier. I need to feel her, to smell her, to have her close as I kiss her in a way I have never kissed anyone before.
“Killian,” she whimpers when I break away just long enough to catch a breath.
“I got you baby,” I promise, kissing her jaw, her nose, her cheeks, before I get back to claiming her mouth.
Rising on my knees, I cradle her to me as we keep kissing. Neither of us seems able to stop it. To break from each other. Not for a moment do we want to stop the kiss, to stop tasting each other, to stop feeling what is coursing through both of us.
Lying her out on the couch, I tear at her shorts, keeping my second promise to her. To wreck those cute hospital sweats I got earlier. Kira pulls at my clothes too, shocking me with her eagerness. Sitting up, I rip my shirt off and toss it behind me, pausing her hands as they pull at my shorts.
“We got time, baby,” I whisper gently, pushing her hands up my chest. “I believe I told you I wanted to do a few things to you first,” I remind her, licking my lips as I drop my gaze down, down between her thighs.
Beneath me, she wriggles as I nudge her thighs open, spreading her for me. Dropping on the couch between her spread thighs, I stare down at the pretty pink flower between her thighs. It’s wet and puffy, her swollen clit begging for my tongue, for my teeth, for me to devour it.
“Hell, that’s so pretty,” I rasp, using a finger to spread her creamy wetness over her pink folds. Bending, I lick her once, groaning at the salty sweetness of her. Looking up to catch her gaze, I do it again, humming as she moans softly. “Let me hear it, baby. I want to know I am doing good by my girl,” I tell her before I close my mouth around her clit.
“Oh, yes,” she obeys, hips rocking against my mouth. “Don’t stop. Please, I want you to.... Killian, make me come with your mouth.”
Jesus, I have never heard sweeter words in my life.
Clasping her thighs as I dive in, I lick her open with a greedy grunt. My teeth scrape against her clit before I shove my tongue inside her. Hell, she is tiny, tight and silky. Just thinking about fitting my cock inside her has me so hard it hurts. I suck greedily, pumping my tongue into her before wiggling it up over her clit, then pushing it back inside.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she moans, her shouts so loud, so hot. “Don’t stop. It’s so good. Oh...oh, yes, that’s...that’s it, I’m going to come!”
Groaning, I suck harder at her wetness, pump my fingers faster, smiling against her pussy as she rocks her hips, fucking my face. I love it. I want these thighs smothering me for the rest of my fucking life. I could live off the sweet juiciness of her pussy. I would need nothing else.
Coming, she arches beneath me, her soft, teardrop tits bouncing as she shudders. Moving over her, I bend to suck a stiff nipple in my mouth, my hand palming her other tit, leaving none of her untouched. Moaning the sexiest, throatiest moan, she pushes at my shorts with her hands.
This time, I let her get them off. My cock springs out, smacking against her pussy. Dropping a hand to fist it, I do it again, loving how she jerks beneath me as the swollen crown hits her clit. I am trembling with need, so fucking hard I could fuck her through the floor. Pinning her down, I drag my cock between her slit, about to push inside of her.
“Hell, baby,” I stop everything as I see the bruises on her ribs. My handprints on her chest from doing compressions earlier.
Pulling back, I grab both her wrists in mine to pin her hands over her head. My sweet girl is a needy thing, and I will let her get all she wants, just not tonight. Seeing those marks makes me feel like a fucking asshole. This woman almost drowned just hours earlier. What the hell am I doing?
“Baby, stop. I can’t hurt you. I am supposed to be taking care of you. What the hell am I doing? Did I hurt you, Kiera? I was getting rough.”
“I think I like it that way, Killian,” she purrs up at me, eyes begging me to give her what she needs. Dropping close, I kiss her hard, unable to deny her just a little.
“Good. Then I know next time I do not have to be gentle. Tonight, I am keeping my promise. I am taking care of you, Kiera.”
“Hmm, pretty sure I just got taken very, very good care of,” she teases.
“Baby, stop it,” I hum against her mouth. “I want to pin you beneath me so I can fuck you until you forget everything else but me. I can’t now. Let me be a good guy. I want to show you they exist.”
Something softens in her bright violet eyes. There is a moment between us as I press closer, gently, where we’re bare to each other. Not just because we’re skin to skin. It’s more than that. Beyond that. It’s a flicker of trust, the start of something between two strangers who might never have trusted this way before.
“They do because I think I might be looking at one.”
Grinning down at her proudly, I nod, bending my head once more to press kisses down her throat, over the swell of her soft tits, down her chest. Taking time with the bruises at her ribs, I press soft, butterfly kisses to each mark. Grasping her thighs, I push them up and out as I fit myself between them again. Watching her with hungry eyes, I go back to eating her, slow, gentle, taking my time savoring her.
Just as I swore at the burger shack, I spend most of the night eating her. I make her come with a shout, I make her come soft, panting my name. Changing it up, I lie down and pull her to sit on my face, making her come as she rides my tongue and plays with her tits. Watching her chasing her climax, taking what is hers, is so fucking hot, I come with her, jerking all over her plump ass as she reaches back to stroke me.
“Ah, fuck, baby,” I hiss as she rubs the swollen head between her cheeks, spreading my cum all over her pussy.
“We’ve made a mess,” she taunts me with a laugh, bending to lick at my mouth. “Will you clean us up?”
“Baby, I will do anything you ask of me,” I admit, panting for breath before she kisses me, slipping her sweet tongue into my mouth.
We shower together, my hands gentle on her wounds. Kiera is a kisser and beneath the hot spray, she lets me cradle her close after I’ve cleaned her, kissing me until the water goes cold. It’s so intimate. Softer and sweeter than anything I have ever shared with someone before.
Carrying her to the bed, I settle her damp body beneath the sheets. Smiling up at me, she reaches for me, but I shake my head. Going to my closet, I pull out a fresh pair of sweat for myself and a top for her. I won’t be able to continue being a good boy as I promised, if she presses that curvy body against me all damn night.
“No fun,” she teases as I yank the shirt over her. “But go ahead. Be the good guy. I don’t mind.”
“I intend to, babe. Come here, we can cuddle like an old couple.”
Laughing, she lets me drag her close beneath the covers, sliding her thigh between mine. Her head nestles on my pillow as I drag her closer and closer until she giggles and pushes at me. Jesus, she’s adorable. Brushing my fingertips over her face, I frown when I see her smile fade.
“What is it, Kiera?”
“I, uh...I am old enough to be your mother, Killian,” she whispers. Blinking at her, my frown deepens until her eyes come back to mine.
“Doubt it. Still, my mother was a fox, so not too far off,” I tease until I see it seems to really bother her. “Kiera, I am twenty-five. I am not a young boy; I am a grown man. I have my own business. My own place. Even if it is...lacking. I made a few poor decisions in my life. Coming to your rescue, bringing you here, wanting you this way, not a single one of those make that list. I do not care how old you are. Where did you come from? Or why you came here. All I care is that you are here, with me.”
“I guess I could be an older aunt,” she teases with a flush. Doubt flitters over her features again until I cup her face gently.
“Kiera, let it be what it is. It’s good. We never know what will come tomorrow. What won’t come. Yeah, I am a bit of a surfer bro, I spend a lot of time on the beach, catching waves, drinking with my buddies. I can be more than one thing. Just like any man. I am not some foolish boy. I can take care of you, Kiera. In all the ways that count.”
Nodding, she bites her lip as I drag her closer, a hand full of her plump ass. Smiling, I shake my head and bend to kiss her softly. But she is a kisser, and she softens against me, her little body rocking against me. Taking over the kiss, she crawls over me, licking my mouth open as her bare sex rubs against my hard cock.
“Behave. Let me be a good guy tonight, baby.”
“Trying to. I just never,” her voice is so soft, so tiny, I barely hear her. “I’ve never felt the things I’ve felt today. With you. I am afraid...if we stop, if it stops...”
Shaking my head, I cut her off. “It won’t stop. It just got started. You trust me, don’t you? Not because I saved you. Because I won’t give you reason not to, Kiera.”
Staring up at me, she hesitates a moment. I get it. Yesterday I did not even exist for her. All that did was whoever or whatever hurt her, whatever sent her running from True Ridge. That will all be there tomorrow for her to face. But the truth she is slowly accepting is—I will be there too.
“Yes. Yes, I do trust you. Even if I am not sure I can,” she whispers.
“You can. I swear, I am one of the good ones. I will be one of the best if you let me. Give me a shot. Let me prove this just got started.”
Nodding, she snuggles closer, nestling against me with a sated sigh. Smiling, I kiss her forehead, her nose, then her lips. Again, because she is a greedy kisser, we wind up kissing for a long time. I am thankful I thought to put clothes on us, or I would not have lasted five minutes in bed with her kisses, with her hands roaming all over me, her soft little whimpers.
It might be hard to be the good guy, but for her, I am damn sure going to try.