15. Killian #3
It hasn’t hit me yet what she means ’til she reaches between us and her hand cups the crotch area of my gym shorts. Giant bulging erection and all.
I hiss at the sudden touch, teeth gritted together. I’m that sensitive; that on the edge from only kissing her.
My hand grabs at hers, and the only thing I can muster is her name again.
“Jhene…”
“Please…” she murmurs, dropping a kiss to my jaw. “I want to see your dick.”
A basic request that sounds so instantly fucking filthy coming from her lips.
I cock a brow. “Please when asking to see my dick? You always so polite when you’re being so filthy?”
“Yes,” she answers nervously, nibbling on her bottom lip, a sudden bashfulness about her. “I… want to see how you pleasure yourself. Can, um… can we get to know each other like that?”
“Together?” I ask, brow lifting even higher.
She hesitates half a second and then nods. “I’ve never… not in front of anyone… but maybe if we do it… I’ll feel more comfortable.”
I get what she’s talking about, though admittedly, it’s not exactly expected. It’s nothing I’ve ever done before. Nothing that’s ever crossed my mind.
But as our faces hover an inch apart and her body brushes mine, there’s no denying we’re both aroused. We’re so fucking tuned into each other, maybe doing this together will help us ease into whatever comes next.
“If it makes you uncomfortable, tell me. If you want to stop…”
“I know,” she says. She leans in and presses a small kiss to my lips. “I know you would. That’s why I want to.”
The moment becomes dreamlike—some kind of erotic fantasy that feels unreal—as Jhene eases back on her knees, and I hold her gaze as I reach into my gym shorts. I pull my cock out, throbbing and large and erect. Precum gleams from the head, thick veins winding down the shaft.
Her gaze drops from mine to my cock, and I watch her reaction. Even the subtlest changes in her features, like how her eyes widen only slightly and her tongue pokes out to swipe at her bottom lip.
“Wow,” she murmurs.
“Good wow or bad wow?” I ask bluntly, and she lets out a small laugh.
She’s staring at my cock like she’s overwhelmed. As if she’s staring at some kind of python that’s revealed itself.
Though, in all fairness, I’m no small man by any means. I’m more than a handful. A lot more than many women can handle.
“Good wow,” she answers just as candidly. “Very… very… good wow.”
Her curious brown eyes on me are turning me on more than I ever thought it would—watching her watch me as I expose myself is only making me harder.
It makes my dick throb so uncomfortably, I need to stroke myself. My hand comes to my shaft in a loose circle, and I run it up and down, stimulating the tiny nerve endings.
Jhene watches me as if under a trance. As if it’s hypnotizing to watch my large hand stroke my even larger cock.
Lust rolls through me. Her gaze spurs me on.
I go from hesitant about what she’s requesting to unapologetically jerking myself off.
She said it’ll make her more comfortable, and my erection’s so damn hard it instantly feels good. It helps that I have the woman who I want more than anything next to me.
That she’s gnawing on her lip and her expression’s turned dazed. The same flushed look she’s developed a couple of times now has come to her cheeks. The faintest hint of pink on brown skin.
She’s feeling hot and is definitely turned on.
My hand runs up and down my shaft in measured strokes, squeezing at the head. Stimulating the many sensitive nerves hidden there.
Pleasure ripples up my shaft then spreads throughout the rest of me. Still not as good as feeling the wet, hot clench of a pussy, but good enough for the moment.
All I have to do is think about Jhene and imagine what it would be like.
Imagine that she’s mounted on me like she was earlier when we were kissing.
But in that fantasy the clothes are gone; she’s sliding down my cock and gyrating against me. I’m filling her up and she’s clamping down on me.
Confidently. Passionately.
…unafraid.
I know she has it in her.
As I peer at her and stroke myself and these fantasies play out, I see her reservations melt away.
The flush deepens on her cheeks, and she slides her hands under her shirt, reaching behind herself. It takes me a second longer to realize she’s taking off her bra.
She maneuvers the straps down her shoulders, then out from her sleeves, and finally pulls it free from under her shirt.
Her nipples are hard.
Visibly fucking hard.
She leans forward and takes my free hand, bringing it up for a feel. I groan as my large palm fills up with the soft mound of fat then brushes against the hard pebble that’s her nipple.
But I’ve got enough sense to let her keep guiding me. Let her wrap her smaller hand over mine and give her breast a light squeeze.
We go at her pace. Whatever she needs to feel comfortable.
I’m still stroking myself. My fist slides up and down my pulsing hard cock as I get to feel up her tits. Another burst of pleasure rolls through me.
My hips buck against the air, desperate to be inside something warm and wet.
Jhene’s pussy.
The anticipation’ll have to do for now. I grit my teeth and fist myself as Jhene presses more kisses to my lips. Her hand hasn’t moved from mine, still fondling one of her tits.
I flick my tongue to her lips then slide my way inside. She shudders as our kiss deepens, though slower now.
In a way, it’s more intense like this.
I take my time massaging my tongue to hers and letting the heat kindle between us. Her hand drops from mine, and suddenly she’s shifting on the bed again.
…she’s fussing with her pants.
Fuck!
My cock throbs in my grasp as I realize she’s pulling them off. She’s sliding her hand down the front of her panties for my viewing pleasure and touching herself.
Her eyelids have lowered, almost closed altogether, though she manages to meet my gaze anyway.
That is ’til her fingers seem to circle herself and pleasure shoots through her and she can’t take it. Then her eyes are snapping the rest of the way shut and her whole body’s quaking. She falls back against the mattress, thighs propped open, hand jammed in between.
Fuck… fuck… fuck…
The mere sight drives my own pleasure.
My fist glides faster down my dick, then up again. Tension tightens my muscles, and it takes all the self-control I have to hold on.
To let myself enjoy the view for as long as possible.
The panty fabric obscures her pussy from view… but that doesn’t mean I don’t know what she’s doing. That I can’t make out the imprint of her fingers pressing against the thin fabric as she touches herself and throws her head back in delight.
Her curls spill across the sheets and her mouth drops open. Her thighs squeeze against the hand that’s stuck between them, and her ministrations increase.
So do mine.
I grunt and fist myself, imagining what her pussy looks like. Imagining both of us finally coming together and feeling the pleasure as one.
For now, together but separate’ll have to do—and it does, as the pressure builds and then reaches its peak.
Jhene peers hazily at me as I come. She watches how I jerk at my cock frantically and then ropes of cum stream out. She licks at her lips and presses her fingers to herself, crying out hoarsely as she follows me over the edge.
She comes only a second after I do.
It’s like a dam bursting. The tension and unresolved attraction between us finally shattering as we share this experience together.
About as fucking intimate as two people can get.
We’ve touched ourselves together. Watched each other in these moments people normally reserve for only themselves.
And as pleasure rushes through us, we’re left spent.
Jhene’s limbs turn into jelly as she falls flat against the mattress, hand sliding out of her panties. I’m no better, tucking myself back into my gym shorts.
“That okay?” I rasp finally. “You feel good about it?”
She sits up with her teeth sinking into her bottom lip, barely holding off a smile. “That was… thank you.”
“C’mere.” I grab at her hand to pull her back toward me. Her body drops against mine as she curls into my side and my arm rests at her hips. I kiss her on the lips, a peck that’s more quick affection than the passion from earlier. “Any time. You got it? I’m at your service.”
The smile she’s been fighting makes its way onto her face. “I knew you’d say that.”
The night of the big fight arrives. The Barclays Center in Brooklyn is electric, pulsing from the excitement this match has drummed up. Winner goes on to fight for the championship against the current title holder, Ivan Sharapova.
ESPN cameras sweep over the arena from every angle.
The crowd is huge. There’s not an empty seat in the entire arena. Thousands of faces packed into the stands and screaming ’til their voices go hoarse.
Half of them are wearing my colors—white and green to represent Ireland—and holding up signs like “GO FOR THE KILL.”
Then there’s the other half of the arena. People decked out in red and gold as they cheer on Darnell “The Tank” Thompson.
The betting markets are just as divided. Those wagering on the fight from New York to Vegas have got their work cut out for them.
It’s anybody’s match.
…except as I listen to the roar from the crowd, I know it’s going to be me. I’m going to take it, and I’m going to show them firsthand tonight.
In the private locker room, I roll my shoulders and crack my neck, prepping myself for what’s to come.
Dez is as excited as the crowd outside. He grins and flashes his gold teeth.
“You ready for this, Kill? This is your moment. Your time to shine. You think you’ve got sponsors now?
Wait ’til you knock The Tank’s lights out—baby, Nike’s about to be banging on your door.
Adidas too. They’re gonna be fighting over you, and we’re gonna be cashing those big fat checks. ”
“Inspiring as always, Dez,” I grunt.