Chapter 29 #2
He removes his hand, but he’s still in my space, leering at me and I can’t get a breath. “Cat got your tongue, sweetheart? I can think of lots of things to do with that tongue.”
My vision narrows to a black tunnel. Panic is sending alarms blaring through my nervous system. The world feels like it’s tilting, and I’m going to slide off at any minute into the void.
Killian is suddenly there. He steps between me and the Punisher and gently pushes me behind him. He’s glaring at the man he just beat the snot out of.
“Touch her again and your boxin’ career will be over permanently,” Killian says. His tone is quiet and deadly.
There’s a mixture of rage and amusement in The Punisher’s one-eyed gaze as it flicks back and forth between me and Killian. He raises his hands and takes a step back with a dark chuckle.
“Didn’t know.” He winks at me. “Have a good night, Doc.” To Killian he says, “We’ll meet again, Irish. I want a rematch.” Then he shoulders his bag and walks away.
Killian grabs my hand and pulls me through the doors of the locker room, causing me to stumble behind him. What the fuck?
He flips the lock and corrals me up against the lockers.
The gleam in his eyes is feral, the tangy mix of sweat, blood and beer invading my senses.
He’s not touching me, but he’s got a hand on either side of my head, keeping his body a hair’s breadth away from mine.
His breath is even and warm against my mouth.
“Just breathe,” he whispers.
I stare into his eyes, finding myself mimicking his rhythm and my chest loosens. My shoulders unknot.
I wonder what he’s thinking. I still see the anger burning like a hot green fire.
I betrayed him after all. Almost got his father killed.
Kept information from him. But there’s also need, desire and self-loathing in his gaze.
And then I know. He’s as conflicted as I am.
Knows he should stay away from me, just like I should stay away from him. But reality is more complicated.
Someone tries to get into the locker room, rattling the door and then pounds on it.
“Feck off!” Killian yells, keeping his burning eyes on mine.
“What are you doing?” I whisper once I’m finally breathing normally.
I’m beginning to ache. Beginning to wish he would close the distance between our mouths and let me taste him, feel that piercing caress my own tongue.
I just want to lose myself in him, in his arms. I remember what it felt like on The Lucky Sinner, and I want that again. I want it so much it hurts.
Still holding my gaze, his right hand slips into the front of my yoga pants. I gasp.
His eyes flutter closed as he pushes two fingers inside me. His expression softens into something that looks like a druggie getting their fix.
My hands fly up and grasp his rock-hard biceps, clinging on for dear life as he pumps his fingers deep and fast, his thumb putting pressure on my clit.
The erotic sounds of my wetness and my soft pants fill the space.
My legs are trembling. I hold on tighter as he curls his fingers and hits my G-spot with skilled precision. My orgasm is building quickly.
“Killian I’m going to—” I don’t get to finish that thought because his eyes fly open and his mouth slams down on mine, stealing my words, my breath, my sanity.
With his tongue in my mouth and his fingers deep inside me, I detonate around him.
Sounds come from me that I don’t recognize, moans and breathless pleas as I slowly drift back to earth.
“So bleedin’ responsive,” he moans into my mouth. He waits until all the tremors are finished before sliding his fingers out.
My body arches forward against my will, needing more of him as I press my core into his erection. I am completely untethered from the world right now, probably couldn’t tell you what day it is. The only thing I want is this man inside of me.
Thank God he pulls away and saves me from myself. “I’ll be in the shower.”
I feel his absence immediately as he disappears around the lockers. I fall back against them in a daze, staring up at the flickering fluorescent light, the shock setting in. What am I doing? Killian is dangerous.
But deep down I know he wouldn’t hurt me. Not on purpose anyway.
The shower turns on. He’s giving me a choice. Do I join him?
God, I want to. With a groan of frustration, I start to pace and think.
If I do, then what? We get each other out of our system and then go back to our own lives?
Go back to resenting each other? I’m leaving anyway, right?
After I get Rona and Celia out of Tampa, I’ll never see him again.
So, why not have a good experience of sex to take with me?
It can’t cancel out what Michael did to me, but I am enjoying being touched again.
Maybe this is a gift of healing I shouldn’t pass up.
I begin to bite my thumbnail as I tune into my body, how amped up I am, with my pulsing core and soaked panties. God, the man is infuriatingly talented with his hands… and his tongue. I whimper as I remember how hard he was when I pressed myself against him.
And then I stop and glance up. I didn’t hear the shower stop and now Killian is standing there in nothing but a white towel slung low on his hips, his arms crossed, watching me with an amused gleam in his eyes.
“Hi,” I say, my cheeks heating.
With a chuckle, he crosses the distance, sliding a hand behind my neck and squeezing, while the other rests lightly on my hip.
I look up at him. He still has water clinging to his lashes and he smells like sandalwood body wash.
“You’re overthinking this,” he whispers. Then he lowers his mouth to mine and gives me the slowest, most mind-bending kiss as he pulls my body against his, still hot and damp from the shower.
By the time he releases my mouth, my lips are swollen, my brain hijacked by a wildfire of lust. He clamps down on my earlobe with a growl. “I need you, Vixen.”
My pussy spasms in agreement. Yeah, I’ve lost this battle. I reach between us and unknot his towel so it falls at his feet. His eyes flare with heat and surprise. Then I drop to my knees on top of it and wrap my hand around the base of his cock.
“Oh,” I gasp, pausing. It’s not the size of him, though he is impressive, but the two bars crossing his swollen head. “That must’ve hurt,” I say, leaning forward and running my tongue over the piercing. I’m rewarded with a bead of salty precum and a “feckin’ hell,” from Killian.
“Worth it,” he stutters as I wrap my lips around his head and swirl my tongue over the bars. “Jaysus, your mouth is fuckin’ heaven.”
I tentatively lick a path up the hard, thick length. His skin is velvet over steel and tastes like soap and sin. He moans and leans his hand on the locker. The other one slips the band out of my hair so it falls down my back.
I’ve never given head before. Michael never required that of me. Probably knew I’d bite his dick off. But it seems pretty intuitive. Do what feels good for both of us.
After he lets me explore him with my tongue, he wraps my hair around his fist and tugs my head closer, pulling me down further on his cock.
He’s thick so my jaw is immediately stretched to painful limits.
Okay, I can do this. I create suction, pulling him in deeper until he hits the back of my throat.
I feel him shift, and I glance up at his face. He’s staring down at me with half-lidded, sparkling eyes, his teeth sunk deep into his bottom lip. I smile to myself. It feels good to be the source of so much pleasure for him.
His words come out breathy and hoarse as he pulls me off his cock and runs his thumb over my bottom lip. “I need to fuck your mouth, Vixen. Tap my thigh if it’s too much, yeah.”
I nod, a little scared and a lot turned on.
He tugs my jaw down with his thumb and slides his cock against my tongue. Slowly at first, letting the piercing touch the back of my throat. I dig my nails into his thighs, feeling the drool slide down my neck, breathing through my nose.
“Look at ya,” he growls. “Takin’ my cock so well, Vixen.” And then he changes his rhythm, speeding it up, pushing deeper into my throat with shorter thrusts until I feel him swell. “Pull off or be ready to swallow, love,” he warns.
It’s the only warning I get. I reach up and cup his balls instinctively, and he spills down my throat with a roar, his legs practically giving out.
He steadies himself, chest heaving and staring at me as his cock slides out of my mouth and I swallow.
That was the filthiest thing I’ve ever done and for the love of all things sinful, I want to do it again.
Want to be the one to buckle this man’s knees again.
It’s the most powerful, the most wanted I’ve felt… well, ever.
I glance up at his soft chuckle. He caresses my cheek with the back of his hand. “Feckin’ hell, woman. I could get addicted to this lovely mouth of yours.” With a sigh, he holds out his hand. “Come on then. As much as I like you on your knees, I’m sure it’s not the most comfortable position.”
As he’s gently helping me to my feet, there’s a sudden pounding on the door again. This time Sully is also yelling through the door. “Killian, for fuck’s sake, open the bloody door before I bust it down!”
He leans his forehead against mine with a sigh. Then he runs his palms down my arms, causing goosebumps to erupt and graces me with a rare smile. “To be continued.”
A sadness washes over me because I know what I have to do next.