Chapter Thirteen
Iris
“Are you even watching the show?” I ask without lifting my eyes off the screen.
“No.”
I switch off the unsolved murders documentary on the TV and turn onto my stomach. Propping my chin up on my fist, I raise a brow. “Not interesting enough for you?”
“Compared to you, hell no.”
“Hence why naked movie nights are a flop idea,” I tease and slide off the bed. “I’m going to put on a shirt.”
His arm snakes out to catch me, but I step out of his reach.
“No clothes in the bed, Rainbow. That’s the rule.”
“While sleeping.” Stepping into his huge closet where he moved my meager wardrobe. I pick my favorite T-shirt that dwarfs my frame. Tying it into a knot above my belly button, I pair it with lace panties and prance back out. “Now you can concentrate.”
“Whose T-shirt is that?” He scowls hard, sitting up straighter against the headboard. The comforter drifts to his lap, putting those mouthwatering abs on display.
I look down at my outfit and back at him. “You don’t like it?”
“It’s a man’s T-shirt, Rainbow.”
“Umm.”
“My woman isn’t wearing another man’s T-shirt.”
“You’re jealous.” I laugh.
His muscles strain as he warns, “Two seconds before I rip it off. Better yet, throw it and the second one you have in the trash.”
“Love.”
“One second.”
“It’s yours.”
“Excuse me?”
“They’re both yours.” I blush, twisting my toes on the floor. “I… uh… stole it from your childhood bedroom.”
“The T-shirts are mine?”
The look on his face is comical. “Yeah.”
“Fuck.” He scrubs a hand over his jaw, gaze sparkling with mirth. “You did leave a sign. Come here.”
I close the gap and slide into the sheets. Crawling to him, I straddle his lap. “Still want me to throw them away?”
He chuckles, running his hand over the fabric. “I can’t believe you stole them.”
“They looked comfy. They smelled like you and I wanted to sleep in something of yours.”
Untying the knot, he comments, “They’re too big for you.”
“Everything about you is too big for me.”
“Poor baby.” His lips graze my neck while his palms push underneath the hem. I clutch his big shoulders as he explores my body. My forehead drops to his chest when his hands mold to my breasts, scraping over my nipples. “Fuck, I love your tits.”
Jerking the T-shirt up, he forces the edge between my lips until I’m biting the fabric. Slipping his hands to my panties, he rips the lace with a sharp tug. Primal desire sharpens his cheekbones as his gaze drags down my nude body.
A muffled hiss escapes my mouth when he cruelly twists my tight peaks, hardening them even more. My treacherous pussy leaks arousal on the sheets between us.
Kian’s gaze dropping to the wet spot, he licks his lips.
“Up,” he commands, still tugging and pinching my nipples. Uncaring that I’m making a filthy mess on his lap.
I rise onto my knees.
Pushing aside the sheets to reveal his huge erection, he grunts huskily. “Spread your pussy lips and sit on my cock.”
A flush creeps to my cheeks as I reach between my thighs, doing as he demands. A tremor racks my body as my clit grazes his shaft when I lower myself down onto him. I can’t help but shift, craving friction. The move parts my slit wider around his length.
Being joined like this with him is both torture and satisfying.
I need him inside me as desperately as I need air.
“Grind on me.” Groping my breast, he warns, “Don’t stop no matter what I do.”
A slave for his rough touch, I nod with my mouth full. Using his shoulders as leverage, I rock my hips back and forth, forming a rhythm that drives us wild.
The abundant wetness from my pussy glides me easily over his girth, sparking wicked pleasure in my nerve endings.
Kian watches salaciously, gaze switching between my face and where we’re connected. Massaging my flesh teasingly, he rasps, “You don’t get any toys. My cock, my mouth, and my fingers are all you get to derive pleasure.”
I rub my pussy faster, accepting his rule.
My eyes and my body tell him that all we need is him.
“You like it, huh?” he taunts. “Such a greedy whore.”
Oh fuck! My inner walls clench at the degrading word.
His lips curl.
Tangling his fingers in my long hair and the other hand around the front of my throat, his mouth descends and latches onto my sore nipple. The shirt falls out of my lips as I cry out at the sensation.
Biting down on my tip, he shoves the drenched fabric back inside my mouth, gagging me. “I don’t want to hear your pretty cries, Rainbow. Not yet. I only want to enjoy my little fuck doll while she shamelessly rides on my dick.”
Closing one hand over my mouth, his teeth and lips devour my tits, painting the flesh in his saliva and hickeys. The hot suction makes my back bow as I grind along his throbbing dick harder and rougher. The ridges along his shaft add to the blissful sensations.
My ecstatic moans come out garbled, mixing with the wet sucking noises of his mouth. A pressure rises in my lower belly, tightening and tightening.
Our lust-heavy eyes lock after he lifts his head, his lips and jaw glistening.
The palm covering my sounds trails over to tease circles around my clit, making my rhythm falter at the sudden contact. The pad of his finger feels so goddamn nice. But I need it firmer.
“Puhlease,” I beg intelligibly.
“You’re making quite a mess, baby,” he drawls, staring raptly at the tears sliding down my face. “I can feel your juices slipping down to my balls. Are you going to clean it up?”
“Mhmm.”
An enticing flick to my clit and a stinging slap to my outer thigh, he tsks. “Get on with it then. Lick every inch. You do a good job, and I’ll let you come.”
I spit out the shirt from my mouth and swallow the excess saliva that formed on my tongue. His gaze becomes hot at my wantonness as I fall to my hands and knees with my ass up high between his spread legs.
Curling a hand around his dick, I lower my mouth and lick him up from root to tip like a candy. My moan is instantaneous as our combined essence hits my taste buds. Rolling my tongue around the crown, I suck the salty precum through the tiny slit.
Kian yanks my head up by my hair, lightly tapping my cheek, and chastises, “I asked you to clean the mess your cunt made, not make more of it.”
“I’m sorry, sir,” I murmur.
“You do wanna come, don’t you, little fuck toy?”
I squeeze my thighs together. “Very badly, sir.”
“Then do as I say.” He pushes my head back down.
Tightening my fist around him, I run the flat of my tongue along the underside of his shaft. He hums in appreciation as I lick back down to the base, his trimmed hair tickling my nose. His masculine scent invades my lungs, dizzying me.
“Good girl,” he groans, pushing my mouth even lower. “Balls.”
Stroking his length, I lick my arousal off his heavy ball sack. I flush at the proof of how much I dripped down to here. It makes me so hot that I lap more eagerly, swirling and tasting. His low moans and grunts egg me on.
Distracted by his manly noises, my tongue slips even lower, into the crack, and grazes against his ass.
“Fucck!” Kian grunts in shock, a violent shudder jolting his body.
My eyes widen, feeling his grip tighten painfully in my strands.
A heavy, long second ensues.
“You filthy little slut.” He chuckles darkly, tilting my head back until our gaze locks. I swallow at the deviousness lurking in his expression. “You wanna lick my ass, baby?”
My clit throbs.
“You do.” His deep voice drops an octave. “Tell me.”
“Please, sir.”
“Do it. Taste every part of me.”
His grip eases. Trailing my lips past his balls, I dip my tongue between his ass cheeks and like the slut he calls me, I taste him. I mimic the way he rubs his tongue around my tight ring of muscles. He clenches when I rim the most forbidden part of him.
Judging by the groan that escapes him, he’s loving it. No way another woman has had this part of him. A rush of possessiveness runs through my veins.
“That’s it.” He gasps, dragging my mouth back to his cock. “Suck and feel how hard you made me because of your curious little tongue.”
Wrapping my lips around the wide purple crown, I take as much of him as I can. I use my mouth the way he taught me how he likes to be touched. My hand keeps pumping his shaft at the base.
I choke when he thrusts upward without any warning. He bares his teeth savagely, making my pulse pound.
“Show me how badly you crave my dick, Rainbow.”
Thrust .
“How you waited for three years to become my woman… my slutty fuck toy.”
Thrust.
“How you stayed a virgin for me.”
Thrust.
His words igniting an inferno, I moan and bob my mouth up and down his cock. My air becoming secondary, I give him my all. I take him deep, hollowing out my cheeks as my lips stretch around his fat girth.
The longer I worship his cock, the wetter my pussy becomes.
Pleasing him becomes my desire.
“Yes… fuck! So good.” He swells even more. “Your hot mouth was made to be filled by me, Iris. Make me come. Choke on my cock.”
God! I do.
His breathing picks up. His balls go taut. I sense his brewing orgasm. A second before he erupts, his hand on the back of my head forces my mouth down on his entire length. He’s so far down my throat, his cum shoots deep inside.
My vision tunnels due to the lack of oxygen.
Before I can pass out like last time, he pulls out. A thick string of saliva stretches between his cockhead and my swollen lips.
Grabbing me under the arms, he drags me onto his lap. Pushing one muscular thigh between my legs, he makes me straddle it. Wrapping an arm around my waist, his lips press against mine as he commands, “Ride me and make yourself come, baby.”
Desperate to climax, I grind and rock my hips. The coarse hair on his thigh adds a delicious friction against my pussy.
“Ahh! You feel so good, Kian.”
Capturing my throat, his lips swallow my cry. Invading my mouth with his tongue, he kisses me ravenously. I buck harder while our tongues swirl and lock together. The kiss is messy, wild, and rough.
Cupping his face, I suck and bite at his lips.
My breasts bounce, my nipples scraping across his chest, as I cling to him. A blinding ache twists my core. His domineering mouth doesn’t let up. I don’t stop him either, moaning and whimpering against his lips.
Two more thrusts, and the powerful orgasm crashes down on me.
I convulse, grind, and ride the euphoric waves.
My nails scratching down his back, I gasp against his lips. “Kian… Kian.”
He kisses me harder.
Shuddering, I slump against his chest. His hand slides underneath my shirt, massaging my back. Inching the material up, he pulls it over my head and throws it away before once again gathering me against him.
My heart rate calms down. I kiss his shoulder, his collarbone, before trailing my lips up his neck. His head dips to seal his lips with mine in the most tender kiss.
“You make me lose all control, Rainbow.”
“I know.” I smile. “I love it when you do.”
He chuckles, low and throaty.
Butterflies dance in my belly when his sexy dimples show. I kiss them, unable to resist.
Turning me around so I’m sitting with my back against his front. His arm bands around my chest, while the other grabs the remote to play the show.
“I thought you didn’t find it interesting,” I tease.
“I don’t.”
“Then why are we watching it?”
“To see how well you can concentrate while I—” His hand slips between my thighs, pushing a finger between my folds. “—do this.”
I don’t even make it a few minutes before I’m coming on his hand.