Chapter 30 #2
I close what little space there is left between us. Myles, Drew and a couple of the other guys sit up a little straighter in their seats, clearly hoping for a cat fight. “I won’t tell you again, honey. I suggest you take your hands off my boyfriend before I remove them for you.”
I don’t miss the twitch of Killian’s mouth, the ghost of a smile crossing his face.
She sighs like she’s bored, pushing herself off of Killian’s lap before turning to me, getting up in my personal space.
“I thought I told you to get out of my face?” She jabs a finger into my chest, pushing against me, though not hard enough to have me lose my balance. “What the fuck is your problem?”
“Right now? You are.”
“If he really is your boyfriend, then prove it.”
“Oh, I’d love to.” I give her the sweetest smile I can muster as I jab my finger into her chest just as she did me, only harder. She stumbles back a fraction, allowing me room to pass.
I drape myself in Killian’s lap just as she’d done moments ago. One of his hands finds my hip while the other squeezes my thigh, his touch sending sparks of electricity through my body.
His brown eyes are filled with lust as he peers up at me. “Did you just claim me, butterfly?” he asks in a hushed whisper, his eyes dropping to his hand as he toys with the hem of my dress that’s ridden up my thigh.
My fingers comb his beard as I grip his chin, guiding his face up to mine. “You bet your ass I did.”
There’s a collective gasp around us when I take his mouth with mine, and I can’t describe the feeling that spreads through me knowing people are watching. His friends are watching.
I’ve never been one to enjoy the spotlight, but this is something else.
The hand that was on my hip reaches up to cup the back of my head as the kiss deepens and I’m almost certain I can feel his cock hardening against my hip.
My tongue pushes into his mouth, tasting the beer and cigarettes on his.
Giving into the temptation that tugs at me, I open my eyes, finding the woman slack-jawed as she watches Killian and I devour each other.
Apparently it’s common knowledge Killian doesn’t kiss, and it does something to me to know I’m the only one he does kiss.
I smile against Killian’s mouth, I know it’s petty but I can’t help myself, it serves her right for touching what isn’t hers.
My eyes flutter closed and everything around us falls away. In this moment, it’s just Killian and me.
When I’m satisfied I’ve proved that Killian is in fact my boyfriend, I break the kiss and push off his lap, taking Killian’s hand and pulling him to his feet behind me.
I turn to the woman. “Like I said, he’s not interested, so I suggest you go find some other poor schmuck to throw yourself at, because Killian Hunt is off the market until further notice.
” And with that, I lead Killian through the bar towards the corridor that leads to the storage room, restrooms and the side door that opens out into the alley.
I need some fucking air.
“Fuck, that was so hot, butterfly.” Killian’s hands are all over me as we exit the bar. Searching and squeezing while he buries his face in the crook of my neck from behind, his hands squeezing my hips.
“What?”
It’s dark out, a stiff winter breeze seeping through the delicate material of my dress, chilling my heated skin.
“You. Being jealous.” He spins me around, caging me in between the wall at my back and the thick wall of muscle of his body as his mouth finds my neck.
I tip my head up to give him better access. “I wasn’t jealous. I just didn’t like her touching you.”
“Never… took you… for the… possessive type,” he says between kisses as he works his way up my neck to meet my mouth.
“What can I say? I’m an only child, and I don’t like to share.” I reach for his chin, guiding his eyes up to mine. “I was making sure she knows you’re mine.”
“And you wanna know something?” His mouth spreads into a grin. “I loved every fucking second.” His mouth descends on mine, stealing the breath from my lungs.
My arms go around his neck as he presses me further against the wall, the sexy scent of his musky cologne making me heady as he grinds his erection against me, stoking the fire growing hotter in my belly.
There’s nothing slow and sensual about this kiss, it’s desperate and chaotic, the tension that’s been brewing since I sent that photo earlier today finally boiling over.
His mouth moves to my neck, his tongue licking over the pulse point there.
“Need to fuck you, baby,” he rasps in my ear.
It’s a mad tangle of hands and clashing of lips and teeth as he fumbles for the hem of my dress while I blindly work to open his belt buckle, desperate to get it open without breaking the kiss.
I manage to undo his pants as he hikes up my dress, before lifting me into his arms, guiding my legs around his waist.
He reaches between us, pushing my panties to the side as the blunt head of his cock teases my entrance.
He pulls back to meet my eyes. “Gonna be hard and fast, butterfly. That okay?”
I nod, but then I remember he needs to hear me say the words. “Yes. Do it.”
In one smooth thrust he fills me up all the way and I cry out.
“Fucking hell,” he groans.
He doesn’t allow me time to adjust to his size before he pulls out and drives back in, the entire length of him working back and forth deep inside me.
It is exactly as he said it would be. Hard and fast. And all I can do is cling to him, my hands fisting his jacket as he fucks me into the wall.
“Been thinking about doing this all fucking day since you sent that photo. Don’t know whether to reward you or punish you for teasing me, butterfly.”
“Do both,” I pant, the thought of him giving me my first spanking has me squeezing around his length.
He groans, driving into me harder. The angle he has me in sends him so deep inside me. Impossibly deep, his pelvis grazing my clit with every thrust, giving me the friction I desperately need.
Over and over he hits that spot inside me that has me climbing closer to my release.
“Fuck, you’re so good for me, Kaia. Such a good fucking girl.”
He leans down, sucking on my nipple through the fabric of my dress and the lace of my bra. He takes it between his teeth and bites down.
I scream.
The sound of our skin slapping echoes down the narrow alley way. It’s both dirty and erotic, not to mention out in the open where anyone can see us, but I’d be lying if I said it doesn’t excite me.
There could be some drunk homeless guy with a front row seat to me being fucked by Killian right now, but I can’t find it within me to care. I don’t think I’d care if we were being watched by the entire town because it feels too good to stop.
“You take my cock so well, baby. You were fucking made for me. Only me.”
“Only you,” I pant as he ruts into me.
“Oh, baby… Fuck, I’m so close,” he groans into my ear, his beard tickling my skin. “I’m bare. Never fucked anyone bare but I’m clean. Tell me I can come inside you.”
The thought sends a thrill through me, and my pussy clenches around him, I’m on birth control, so I know I’m safe. “Yes! Do it, please!”
“Wanna feel you come with me, butterfly.”
I tip over the edge, my body locking up as my orgasm tears through me.
A few more thrusts and Killian follows me. “That’s it, baby. Good girl, milk my dick,” he coaxes, knowing how much his dirty words affect me.
It’s never ending. Pulse after pulse of pleasure rippling through me.
His fingers dig into the flesh of my ass as he rides out his release, his cock twitching inside me as his thrusts begin to slow, wringing out every last drop. He makes no move to pull out of me as his head tips forward onto my shoulder, panting.
“That didn’t feel much like a punishment.”
He chuckles, pulling back to meet my eye. There’s a devilish twinkle in them. “Oh no, butterfly, your punishment is coming when we get home.”
My belly does a flip.
When we get home. Why does that sound like something I could get used to so easily?
He leans in and kisses me deeply before finally withdrawing from me and I mourn the loss of feelings him inside me instantly.
While Killian does up his jeans, I tug down the hem of my dress, smoothing it back down, feeling something warm and wet trickling down the inside of my thigh.
I gasp, glancing down between my legs.
He flips up the hem of my dress and something primal flashes across his face at the sight of his cum running down my thigh. He drops to a crouch in front of me, his eyes fixed between my legs and it’s as if he’s never seen anything like it.
“Fuck… I need to see my cum drip out of your pussy for the rest of my goddamn life, butterfly.”
“And they say romance is dead…” I joke.
He rises back to his feet. “Really? I’m sure I read something like that in a Nicholas Sparks book before.” He smirks.
I roll my eyes. I’m almost impressed he knows who Nicholas Sparks is, though I can guarantee he’s not read a single word in one of his books.
“You staked your claim on me in front of the entire bar, in front of my club, this is my way of marking my territory.” He reaches between my legs and swipes a finger through the mess he made and brings it to my lips.
I wrap my mouth around his finger, his flavour exploding on my tongue as I start to suck. Lust flashes through his eyes as he watches me.
He growls, ripping his finger from my mouth and replacing it with his lips. It’s a hungry kiss, stealing not only my breath away but all rational thought. All I can feel, smell and taste is him.
He breaks the kiss, taking my face in both of his hands. “You’re mine.”
I nod. “Only yours.”
It’s almost two a.m. when my phone pings on the bedside table next to my head, snapping me awake.
I’ve done my best to ignore them, but not this one. It chills me to the bone.
Killian is sound asleep beside me as I stare at my phone screen, my heart pounding so hard I can feel my pulse in my eardrums.
Are we being watched?