Chapter 18
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
ARKEN
Ihad been trying to resist the urge to ask Kieran to come with me when his gaze darkened, glacial eyes going half-lidded with lust as my assertion that I could multitask sparked his interest.
It wasn’t exactly that I wanted him to come with me…I was actually kind of looking forward to a very short moment alone, hoping to catch my breath just for an hour or two before diving straight back into the Abyss of my addiction.
I just didn’t want him to think I had any real interest in being apart.
Still, I managed to bite back the temptation to ask just for asking’s sake. The last six days had addled my brain worse than downing a whole bottle’s worth of honey-whiskey at The Clover—a mistake I had only ever made on one occasion under Laurel’s terrible influence, and never again.
I was far from hungover…But I was most certainly still drunk. An hour or two of solitude would surely help me get my head on straight, right?
Or it’ll just give Kieran enough time to realize he’s making a mistake.
I shoved the intrusive thought aside, not wanting to sour my mood. That may have been the other reason why I’d been considering asking for his escort, but I was not about to be that pathetic.
Thankfully, Kieran offered the perfect segue out of my insecurities before they spiraled out of control.
“Come here,” he instructed, pushing away the blanket that had been covering his bare legs and turning on to his side. “Drape your legs over me.”
As I began to slip out from under the duvet to follow his instructions, he reached out toward my feet, guiding my movement.
“Over my lap,” he clarified, eyes smoldering beneath dark lashes.
Curious, I tossed the book in my hand aside and slid forward, raising my calves up and placing my thighs over his hips, as instructed, so that our bodies were lying perpendicular to one another.
I wriggled myself into the position I presumed he was aiming for, my bare ass—among other things—exposed to the erection waiting for me between his legs.
“Yeah. Just like that,” he purred, and I felt the length of him twitch as it brushed against me.
Insatiable bastard.
“This is new,” I teased.
“Something, something, variety is the spice of life,” Kieran replied, stroking himself with one hand in slow, languid motions.
“Is that your new favorite phrase, Captain?” I asked, hungrily staring at the crown of his thickening erection brushing up against me, ever-so-slightly with every stroke.
“Maybe,” he said with a smirk.
“Perhaps?” I giggled, enjoying this ongoing bit of ours.
“Mhmm,” Kieran replied noncommittally, his focus split between his cock and the way I was exposed in this position.
“I really could have sworn you were more a creature of habit,” I mused, and then gasped audibly when Kieran took hold of his length and smacked it against my pussy—just once.
“Repetition and I get along, this is true,” Kieran replied. “But I also fully intend to have you in every possible way there is to be had, Little Conduit.”
“Go on then,” I said—which earned me another smack.
“You are having way too much fun with that,” I snorted. “It’s an appendage, not a toy, you know.”
I refused to admit that it was also kinda turning me on.
“Not a toy? I dunno about that, Ark, you sure seem to like playing with it,” Kieran crooned. “And don’t pretend like it’s not making you wet.”
Again, he smacked the thick weight of his erection against my bare cunt.
“Fuck, Kier,” I groaned, giving in to the pleasure of it all. It wasn’t worth putting up a front—I was obsessed with that man’s dick and whatever the Hel he wanted to do with it.
“Thought so,” he chuckled, and finally—finally began to shift his hips so that he could tease himself into me, dragging the swollen head of his cock in between my folds slowly, up and down, coating himself in my arousal until he glistened and gleamed.
I continued to watch the transfixing scene from between my own thighs, enraptured by the view.
Fates, I loved watching him play with me like this.
As damningly frustrating as this man could be, Kieran had also studied my body like a scholar and he knew exactly what made me tick.
It had taken him all of a few hours to become an expert in the field, so as he rubbed himself up against my clit with agonizingly slow pressure, I knew that he was getting off, not only on the sight and feel of my body, but also my lust. My pleasure.
The same way I got off on his.
Abyss take me. We were both so cataclysmically fucked, and I didn’t even care to examine it. I didn’t care about much of anything outside of feeling that first thrust of Kieran inside me. I was about ready to start begging for it. Gods, I wanted to beg for him…in some very, very specific ways.
Alas, if Kieran ever wanted to claim my full submission, he would have to demand it from me properly. And I hoped he would, someday. I hoped that someday was soon.
“Kier,” I whined, letting a fraction of my desperation for him escape.
“Yes, pretty girl?” he replied, his gaze still affixed to his own cock as it continued its torturous, tantalizing little motions.
“Give it to me,” I breathed. “Stop being such a tease.”
“It’s not my fault that your cunt is so pretty,” he whispered back hoarsely. “It’s not my fault I look so good pressed up against you like this.”
“I think that second bit is your fault, actually,” I purred back, rolling my hips in an attempt to push him further into me. He’d only deigned to rest the tip at my entrance for a moment.
“Why is that?”
“You know why,” I said, giving him a pointed look.
“Say it.”
“Gods, I fucking hate you,” I hissed, tossing my head back against the mattress in dramatic exasperation. My pussy felt hot, pulsing, so absurdly needy for him.
“I can do this all day, Arken,” Kieran informed me, having withdrawn from my heat and instead attending to his own arousal, spreading the slick evidence of mine down his shaft. “And you’ve got places to be. So if you want it so bad, just admit it.”
“I did admit it,” I growled. “I’ve asked you twice now.”
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it,” he replied with mischief and utter vulgarity in his eyes.
I knew exactly what he wanted to hear.
Preening peacock of a man.
I feigned a heavy sigh. “You have a very pretty cock, Captain,” I said sweetly, batting my lashes. “Easily the best and the biggest I’ve ever ridden. Now will you please fuck me with it before I lose my godsdamned mind?”
I wasn’t sure what wrecked me more: the genuine satisfaction and confidence that seemed to wash over Kieran in response to that declaration, or the harsh but decadent spear straight into my pussy, granted without a single second of further hesitation.
That was a lie—it was definitely the former, even though I cried out with the sensation of being so full, so fast. The burst of gratification aside, I took far more perverse pleasure in knowing that I brought Kieran to the edge of ecstasy any time I willingly stroked his ego.
That I had such an effect on a man of his caliber was a drug in and of itself.
“That wasn’t so hard to confess,” he grunted out as I punctuated his every thrust with a whimpering moan. “Now, was it?”
“Nghh—No,” I gasped.
Fucking Fates, this position felt good. It gave me just enough freedom to position my hips just so, ensuring every delicious thrust hit the right spot that sent my eyes rolling toward the back of my head.
“That’s what I thought,” he replied, placing physical emphasis on the last word.
I continued to writhe against him, hips bucking, calves tensing against the back of his thighs, clutching at him with encouragement and eager persuasion. Harder. Slower. Deeper. I wanted as much of that man inside me as humanly possible as I tensed and tightened.
“Fates, Arken,” Kieran rasped as he attempted to pull himself back, just for me to shove my hips back down with force.
“Harder,” I snarled, baring my fangs in a way that only he ever got to see.
Suddenly, Kieran’s hand shot out, gripping me by the jaw. The pressure of his calloused fingertips against my pulse point offered divine breathlessness as he gave me what I asked for, fucking me hard and slow.
“So fucking desperate,” he growled back. “So hungry for every inch of me.”
There was no denying that.
“Yes,” I panted. “All of it. All of you. Please.”
“Take what you need, Little Conduit,” he hissed through gritted teeth. “It’s all yours.”
All yours.
That dark, possessive little creature within me purred with self-satisfaction. Godsdamned right, this cock was mine. And this was exactly where it belonged.
Right. Fucking. Here.
Light flashed from my fingertips, illuminating the dimness of the room as I shattered.
For a moment in time, the world broke with me, the realm splitting, time itself seeming to take a sighing breath as I was trapped—suspended in a wave of endless pleasure.
I was a quivering mess by the time Kieran withdrew, fisting his cock with several rough jerks until a stream of hot fluid burst forth, thick ropes of his release coating my thighs.
I shuddered when he took that thick crown and rubbed it up against said thighs, smearing his seed—yet again treating the damned thing like a toy. A paintbrush, perhaps.
“You are so fucking depraved,” I giggled.
“You like it. And you look so pretty when you’re covered in the fruits of my labor,” he replied with a wicked grin. “Again?”
I sighed, lost in the bliss of our mutual absurdity.
Sure, I had time for one more round before running my errands.
“Again.”