13. Timur #2
She has no logical reason to want to stay with me, and it isn't like I've given her one, other than how good I am in bed. Which stands to be decided yet. She hasn't said a word about that.
"My enforcer got hurt. The man I had cleaning up the situation that put you here in the first place. He's recovering, but it's slowed everything down." I turn my glass on the table. "I'm not stalling. The logistics are just... taking longer than I planned."
"But it's been more than two weeks."
"I know."
"My father's going to think I'm dead." Kira's voice is tiny now, almost withdrawn. I hate hearing the pain in her tone, so I stand and take her hand, pulling her to her feet.
"I give you my word, as a man who has found every reason to want to keep you here, that I will send you home as soon as the timing lines up." Cradling her cheek, I brush some hair from her face and rub my knuckles down the line of her neck until it rests on her shoulder.
"What do you mean, 'every reason to keep me here'?" Her eyes search mine hesitantly, but the half-grin I hope for is absent. She looks serious, or maybe scared.
"I like you, Kira. A lot... probably more than I should.
" I sigh and cup her cheek again. "And I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to stay...
" I hate separating her from her family for so long.
Part of me wants to send her home. I just can't do that until I know she will be quiet about how she got here and why.
"You want me to stay?" Her bottom lip quivers as she says the words and for a minute, I think she may cry.
I don't know if she's scared of that or if she feels wanted because of it.
But her eyes drop to my lips and I know what I want.
I want her, on my bed, in my arms, and I want her to want it too.
"Yes," I whisper. "I do... for as long as you want to stay."
"What else do you want?" she asks me softly.
"I think..." My throat constricts. God, I feel foolish sometimes. "I think I want to kiss you."
When she mouths "do it", it makes my cock jump.
I curl my fingers around the back of her neck and pull her in closer to me, barely containing the beast inside me that wants to come out.
We did some crazy things when she was wasted and I don't know if she remembers them, but after having her like that, I don't want to go back to sweet, vanilla Kira.
I crush my mouth to hers hungrily, and she gasps against my lips, then melts, opening for me instantly.
My tongue slides in, tasting her, claiming her.
She kisses me back just as fiercely as her hands fist in the front of my suit jacket, tugging me closer.
The soft little moan she makes vibrates straight to my cock.
I walk her backward until her ass hits the edge of the kitchen counter, never breaking the kiss.
My hands roam—down her sides, over the thin cotton of her t-shirt, feeling the warmth of her skin underneath.
Her tits press against my chest, and I squeeze her waist, then slide one hand up to cup her breast, thumb brushing over the stiff peak.
She arches into my touch with a breathy whimper.
“Fuck, Kira,” I growl against her mouth. “You have no idea what you even do to me. Do you?"
"I might have some indication." She nips my bottom lip, then soothes it with her tongue. Her fingers work at my belt clumsily and I let her as I busy my own hands unbuttoning her jeans.
The zipper rasps down and I shove my hand inside, over her panties, touching her sensitive places that make her whimper again. Hot, slick moisture greets my fingers as I rub slow circles over her clit through the damp fabric.
She jerks, moaning into the kiss. “Yes… touch me.”
So I pull back, sliding into her panties, and pressing the heel of my hand against her mound while two fingers tease along her slit.
Her hips rock against my palm, chasing the friction.
Her breathing turns ragged, little pants mixing with soft, desperate sounds that make my dick throb painfully against my zipper.
I pull back just enough to look at her flushed cheeks, swollen lips, eyes dark with lust. "Can I taste you tonight?" I ask but she shakes her head, slowly sinking as her hands slide down my thighs as she goes.
Her fingers make quick work of my belt and fly, freeing my dick. It springs out already glistening and Kira licks her lips, eyes locked on it, then looks up at me through her lashes.
“So big,” she whispers, wrapping her hand around the base. She gives one slow pump, then leans in and drags her tongue along the underside from balls to tip. I groan and thread my hand into her hair.
She swirls her tongue around my head, tasting the precum beading there, before taking me into her warm, wet mouth. "Fuck," I groan. The heat is incredible and the way she pumps her fist as she takes me in gives me stimulation on my full length.
She sucks gently at first, hollowing her cheeks as she bobs down, taking as much as she can. Her tongue works the underside while her hand strokes what doesn’t fit. Saliva coats me, dripping down my shaft as she starts moving faster.
“That’s it... Oh, fuck yes, like that,” I rasp, hips twitching.
I don’t thrust hard. I let her set the pace while I watch her pretty lips stretch around me.
She hums around me, and it makes me shudder and tighten my fist in her hair.
One of her hands slips between her own legs, rubbing herself while she blows me.
It's so hot, just thinking of how she's so turned on by sucking me that she wants to touch herself.
My balls start to draw up already, pressure building so I think I could blow all over that pretty face of hers. I pull her off with a wet pop before I lose it. “Alright, now," I growl, "that's not what I want."
She stands on shaky legs, lips shiny and swollen, and I claim her mouth again in a scorching kiss that's salty and musky like my dick. She grabs my length, though, and continues stroking, and I can't help but buck into her grip.
"You wanna make me blow too soon?" I snarl, pinning her to the cupboard behind her, and she smiles against my kiss.
"Can't a girl like watching a man's dick explode?" Kira is wild today, like she took a pill that made her every man's darkest fantasy. I fist my hand in her hair, forcing her head back, then sink my teeth into her neck and she whines.
"I'd blow all over your face if you let me, but I want your pussy, honey. Bend over."
I spin her toward the counter, pressing my chest to her back.
My cock, slick from her mouth, nestles against her ass as I grind a few times.
Then I yank her jeans and panties down just enough to bare her—only to mid-thigh, and the denim bunches tight.
Her perfect ass is on display, so round and soft, pussy glistening between her legs.
I rub the thick head of my cock up and down her slick slit, coating myself in her juices but refusing to push inside. She tries to rock back, chasing it, but I hold her hips still with a firm grip.
“Beg me," I murmur. “Tell me how bad you need my dick.”
Kira whimpers, fingers gripping the counter tighter. “Please… I need it.”
“Not good enough.” I tap my head against her swollen clit a few times, teasing, then slide it back through her folds without entering. “Use your words, sweetheart. Beg like you did the other night.”
She lets out a frustrated moan, pushing her ass toward me. And I watch as her cheeks flush. "I..." She bites her lip and whimpers again.
"Come on..." I know she's embarrassed and that makes this all that much hotter. "Repeat after me. I want that big, thick cock of yours."
Kira chuckles and the way she turns away tells me she thinks this is funny. God it turns me on to see her smiling. "I can't say that."
"Say it," I growl, grabbing her hair and pulling it.
"Fine," she chokes out. "I want that cock of yours."
"Say it right," I coax, slapping my dick on her ass again. This time she jolts as it hits her hot entrance and then she shivers.
"I want your fat dick inside my body so deep I can taste it in the back of my throat, Timur."
I grin and keep gliding the length of my shaft along her pussy, letting her feel every thick inch but never giving her what she wants. “Louder. Tell me exactly what you want me to do to this dripping little hole.”