Chapter 24 #2
“You don’t have to explain. I get it. It’s a boundary for you.” I bring my hand up, my fingers tracing the tattoo peeking out from beneath the collar of his shirt.
Leaning forward, I press my mouth to it, feeling his rapid heartbeat pulsing against my lips before pulling back to find him watching me intensely, his eyelids heavy with lust.
A mischievous smile plays on my lips as my fingers travel down his body, toying with the waistband of his pants. “I guess I’ll just have to settle for kissing you in other places.”
Did I really just say that? Did that really just leave my mouth? Who am I?
“Is that right?” His eyes flare with desire. “That reminds me, butterfly. You still owe me that orgasm.”
A shiver ripples through my body as my mind returns to that night. To our phone call. To all the dirty things he promised to do to me.
With my heart thundering and my fingers trembling with both nerves and excitement, I reach down for the fly of his pants, but before I can work it open, his hands cover mine, stopping me from going further.
My eyes snap up to his. “But I thought…”
“No, butterfly. Not mine. Yours.”
It takes me a moment to process what he means but everything becomes perfectly clear when he tugs at the string at my waist, his fingertips teasing the waistband. “Can I touch you?”
My breath locks up in my throat and I nod, wanting nothing more than to feel his hands on me.
He leans forward, the tip of his nose brushing my cheek, his beard tickling my skin.
“You wanna know what I’ve been thinking about since our phone call?
Since we were so rudely interrupted by your dad?
” His fingers slip further beneath the waistband, drifting lower and lower and my pulse spikes.
“This,” he whispers as his finger brushes over my clit and I gasp, my body jerking from the contact.
He chuckles, dusting his finger over my clit again and I whimper. He’s barely even touching me and I’m already this responsive, what is it going to feel like when he really touches me?
“I’ve been aching to hear you moan for me again, just like you did that night.” He strokes my clit harder, rubbing circles with the pad of his finger, applying just the right amount of pressure to send shock waves of pleasure crashing through me.
My hips begin to move, seeking more friction against my swollen clit that throbs painfully. “More,” I moan, my head tipping back, my eyelids fluttering closed.
His hand slides lower, his fingers grazing my slit and he groans, the sound deep and guttural. “Fuck, butterfly, you’re soaked. This all for me?”
I find his eyes. “Only you.”
He teases my entrance before the tip of his finger dips inside me, sinking deeper and deeper, until he’s at the knuckle, his gaze never once leaving mine as he slowly works it inside me.
“You good?” he asks.
I nod.
He adds another finger and they begin to move, plunging back and forth inside me, the heel of his hand hitting my clit with every thrust, sending bolts of electricity coursing through my core.
He watches me intensely, like he doesn’t want to miss a single moment of the pleasure he’s giving me. Like he’s savouring it. He draws out every gasp and every moan with the languid strokes of his fingers. Enjoying watching me unravel for him.
“Can you imagine what your dad would say if he knew I had my dirty hands all over his daughter? My fingers buried in this pretty pussy?”
I clench around his fingers. “Ah! He’d hate it,” I pant. I’d be lying if I said the thought didn’t excite me a little, knowing how much my father hates Killian.
A part of me enjoys the thrill, the rebellion.
“You know what he’d hate even more? If it was my tongue in your cunt instead of my fingers.”
He pulls his hand out from between my legs, releasing a groan when his fingers meet his mouth sucking my juices off of them.
“Mmm,” he hums. “Delicious.”
My jaw drops open. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
Then I’m on my back with him kneeling between my legs staring down at me with a hunger in his eyes, a hunger that has me trembling with excitement.
He takes the waistband of my sweats and drags them down my legs.
I’m not wearing panties and on instinct, I try to close my legs but Killian grips my knees, keeping them spread open.
“Don’t you dare try hiding from me, butterfly. I want to see you.”
He shifts me to exactly where he wants me, then lowers himself until his face is level with my pussy and I have to force down the feeling of self-consciousness that creeps up inside me.
Nerves coil low in my belly, being exposed to someone like this is new to me and it’s daunting.
As if sensing my unease, he reaches for my hand. “Got nothing to be nervous about, baby. Just need you to trust me to give you want you need.”
He waits for me to nod before he continues. His insistence on consent both comforts and surprises me. It’s also kind of hot.
He starts by kissing up the inside of each of my thighs, slowly working his way up higher as he alternates between left and right, his movements painfully slow.
“Killian, please,” I beg, squirming impatiently.
He looks up at me, grinning. “I’m gonna eat this pussy ‘til you scream,” is the last thing he says before he dives in, swiping his tongue through my folds and I cry out.
He wedges his shoulders in between my thighs, holding me open for him and all I can do is watch.
I stare down the length of my body still covered by his t-shirt, finding his eyes open and fixed on my face while he devours me and it only makes it more intense. More intimate. His beard tickling the soft heated flesh making me squirm.
Every flick of his tongue has my body jerking, my clit so sensitive it’s almost painful. He circles it with the tip of his tongue before sucking it in between his lips, tugging at it gently between his teeth and I can’t contain the scream that rips through me.
“Oh my god, Killian!” My fingers dive into his hair, holding him so tight I’m pretty sure he can’t breathe but he doesn’t seem to mind, it only seems to spur him on.
He slips a finger inside me, and the combined sensation of it together with the languid strokes of his tongue have me rocketing towards my orgasm.
It only takes a few more swipes of his tongue before I come, my thighs tightening around Killian’s head as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, my eyes fluttering closed as I sink further into the sofa.
Breathless. Boneless.
He lifts me, my legs locking around his waist, feeling the hard outline of his erection pressing against me.
“What happens now?” I ask, my clit still throbbing.
“Well, that’s up to you, but we’re only just getting started, butterfly.”