Chapter 25 Nyx #3
“I’m fabulous.” He chuckles and jostles me over his shoulder. I post my hands on his butt and look up through the curtain of my hair to see Luther’s scowl deepening.
“Killian.”
He groans. “Don’t get your monster dick in a twist, dude! I’m good. I’m just gonna take her to her dorm, make sure she gets back okay.” With one more hard look at his friend, Luther glares at me.
I smile and wave goodbye. “Goodnight, Luther!”
Killian starts walking down the hall before I remember Tori’s still passed out in the chair. “Wait! Can you help Tori get back to her dorm?” He looks down to her, and then back to me. “Thank you, you’re the best!” Killian cackles as he turns the corner, and Luther disappears from view.
“You got your key?”
I groan. “Pocket.”
He reaches his other arm over to dig through my pants pockets, and his hand rubs over my ass.
“Hey!”
“Accident!”
I snort as he bends down, fiddling with the key to unlock my door. When it finally opens, he ducks so I don’t bump against the threshold and swings me around to close and lock it again.
“Mmm good boy,” I murmur, patting his butt cheek. Fair’s fair, right?
He groans. “Why does it sound so much better when you say it?”
“What?”
“Huh?”
“Set me down.” I pat his butt again. “Mush.”
He sets me down on my bed and faces me, hands on his hips. “Did you just—”
“Turn around.” I motion with my finger, and he sighs. I start undressing, because fuck wearing a bra or pants to bed.
God this is a comfy bed.
Have my sheets always been this soft?
When I’m fully under the covers, I let him turn back around and see that he’s filled a glass of water for me and found some pain meds from my medicine cabinet.
“For m’lady,” he says, handing them to me. I take a big gulp, throw back the pills, and set the empty glass on the desk by my bed.
“Thank you, sir knight,” I flutter my eyelashes.
“Doth the princess wish to be tucked in?”
I giggle at how ridiculous we are and nod. “Yes, please.”
“One princess burrito, coming up.” He begins to tuck the sheet under my feet and legs, and “accidentally” tickles me when he moves up to my stomach. By the time he reaches my shoulders, I’m swaddled like a baby.
“I can’t move.” I complain, trying to wiggle my toes.
“Well yeah, can’t have the bogeyman eating you.”
I giggle again, looking up at him from where I’m bundled in my bed. His eyes are so pretty. He’s always been so pretty.
“Will Sleeping Beauty give her brave knight a goodnight kiss?”
I roll my eyes and pucker up, expecting a peck, but his lips are gentle as they touch mine.
Soft. Warm. We breathe each other in for a silent, stolen moment.
When he pulls back, I see the same heated, hesitant anticipation that mirrors my own, and with the next breath I lift my mouth to his.
He parts his lips for me in invitation. And then—I pull my arms out from under the sheets and wrap them around his neck, grasping his hair and pulling his head back to break our kiss.
That silent, stolen moment stretches between us, broken only by our heavy panting as we wait for… something. Anything.
He groans and captures my lips once more, only this time his weight pins me beneath him as this foreign, frantic need for more seizes us.
His tongue coaxes mine, asking permission, as he pulls down the sheet hiding my breasts, trailing kisses down my neck and laving my heated skin with his tongue.
He cups my breasts and takes my hardened nipples into his mouth, sucking, biting, licking, playing with my piercings.
Over and over again, switching between the two when the sweet torture becomes too much to bear.
I can feel the hard bar of his cock as he grinds between my legs over the sheets, and my legs fight to get free, desperate to open for him.
I cry out when he grazes my nipple with his teeth and cover my mouth to stifle the sounds my neighbors can surely hear, but he pulls my hand away, growling.
“I’ve waited too fucking long to hear what you sound like when you cum, don’t you dare take this away from me.
” His voice, desperate and rough, drives my lust even higher as he continues this onslaught on my reddened, hardened peaks.
When my hips lift of their own accord to grind against him, he squeezes my wrist—a clear command to stay put—while undoing the button of his jeans and wrestling them off with his feet.
The frenzied struggle to remove his clothes tears off the sheet tangled around my legs until I’m finally laid bare before him, illuminated by a beam of white moonlight shining through the gaps in my curtains.
There’s awe in his eyes as he sits on his knees, hard cock jutting from his boxer briefs.
“Christ,” he exhales sharply as he takes in my body, eyes moving around like he doesn’t know where to look first.
“Your turn,” I demand. His breathy laugh is muffled when he reaches behind his head with one hand and pulls his shirt off, and then I’m doing the same to him—raking my eyes over the hard planes of his tanned stomach, watching as his chest heaves with every labored breath.
The shard of moonlight draws my gaze to the spot of wetness spreading from the tip of his cockhead, and the irresistible compulsion to touch him possesses me.
I reach for his underwear, stroking his hard length through the thin fabric, and his eyes flutter shut as he groans and tilts his head back.
He thrusts his hips against my palm, desperate for friction and pressure.
When I pull down his waistband and circle my hand around his length, he posts one arm against the wall next to my bed to support himself.
I rub his crown with my thumb, swiping through the leaking pre-cum dripping from his slit and spread it around his head, which makes him shudder and curl in on himself.
“Oh fuck,” he gasps, and practically rips his underwear off while I’m still caressing him with my hand.
“Do you have a condom?” I ask when I bring my other hand to work him, alternating twisting motions and pressure.
“I have a rune. I’m—firing blanks,” he says breathlessly, watching my tits push together with every flick of my wrists.
I take one hand and reach between my legs to gather my own desperate, slick arousal and coat his cock, pumping more precum from his flushed head.
When the clear liquid drips from his slit, I swipe it off with my finger and bring it to my mouth.
“You taste so good,” I moan. Like a switch, his simmering lust boils over into primal urgency. Faster than I can blink, he puts both my legs over his shoulders and dives between my legs, sucking my clit into his hot mouth, making my back arch into him.
“So do you,” he moans. I whimper as heat radiates through my pelvis, but it’s not enough.
“Fingers. I need your fingers,” I whine, begging for him to fill the empty ache threatening to destroy me. He swipes a finger through my dripping arousal and slowly pumps in and out of me in a maddening rhythm, crooking his finger to massage my g-spot.
“More. More inside, please.” He quickly pulls his hand away and brings two fingers to his mouth, wetting them before covering my pelvis with his other hand and slowly pushing into me.
“Let me in, baby, please let me in,” he pleads as the stretch burns.
I spread my legs to ease his entrance, drawing him into me.
“Oh, such a good fucking girl,” he groans when his knuckles meet my pubic bone, while his other hand starts to press down, putting pressure on my pelvis just as he massages my g-spot with his fingers from the inside.
I nearly lift off the bed when he presses his thumb into my clit, shying away from the torturous pleasure he’s wreaking on my body even as he pulls me into him so I can’t escape.
“Gimme one, baby. You can do it. I want at least one before I fill that pretty pink cunt.”
I whimper desperately and shake my head. “I can’t.”
“Yes you fucking can,” he growls. He starts to thrust more forcefully until his knuckles hit my pubic bone and his fingers work my swollen pussy over, desperate to get deeper.
It takes only moments for him to coax my body past the point of no return, hurtling towards the sweet agony of pleasure that floods my veins.
Sounds I’ve never heard before are pulled from my throat as my head spins and my body shakes uncontrollably.
He walks over me on his knees, his chest heaving with ragged breaths as he fists his cock. “Yes or no?” he whispers, tearing his eyes from my flushed pussy.
This my chance to say no. To take the W and kick him out before this goes further. But the promise of more, of allowing him to own my body from the inside out until I’m nothing but a messy, desperate wreck is too much to resist. I can’t. I want it so fucking badly. I want him.
“Yes,” I pant, and the dark fire in his eyes rages with triumph. “Please, Killian—” He interrupts my begging with a hard kiss as he positions his cock at my entrance, slowly rubbing his head through the slick arousal of my first orgasm. When he pushes in, the stretch is—
Everything.
It’s everything.
“So fucking tight,” he groans into the crook of my neck. With his hands, he holds my hips in place and pulls back, then presses into me little by little.
“So thick, oh fuck—” I gasp.
“I have you, just breathe baby, just—” he cuts off with a moan, biting my neck as my pussy finally yields, and our hips meet as he sinks all the way inside of me. I can’t stop shaking and tears stream down my cheeks, but he turns and kisses them away.
“I know, I know,” he whispers softly as I squirm beneath him to ease the ache between my legs.
He brushes my sweat-soaked hair off my forehead and holds my cheek, rubbing my nose with his and softly kissing me.
When our eyes meet, something in my soul whispers a prayer into the night for two sinners, searching for salvation.
For promises that can’t be kept. Our eyes close when he rests his forehead against mine.
“Ready?” he whispers, and I nod, gasping in despair as he leaves the tight heat of my body.
The emptiness feels wrong.
This isn’t right.
He belongs inside of me.
With one powerful, unforgiving stroke, he begins to relentlessly thrust into me, swallowing my cries of pleasure that teeters on the precipice of pain.
His hand circles the back of my head while his other lifts my leg up until my knee is hooked over his elbow.
The angle tips my hips up, allowing him to drive deeper into me, and his weight presses into my pelvis so his cock rubs my g-spot before hitting the wall of my cervix.
When he reaches the deepest part of me, he grinds his pubic bone against my swollen clit, and through tear-streaked eyes, I see stars.
In that moment, I surrender to him in every way I know how, holding him to me and silently begging him not to let me go.
Stay.
Please stay.
Don’t leave me.
I don’t want to be alone.
My eyelids are heavy when I try to open them, watching his face as he loses himself in me.
The furrow in his sweaty brow, the flex of his jaw as he clenches his teeth from the effort of altering my universe.
His pace quickens and his grunts deepen into moans, but every fiber in my being demands I keep holding on as he drives me further into ecstasy.
His hips stutter once—twice—and then I feel the rush of his hot cum flood my pussy as he cries out into the pillow beside me, desperate to reach the deepest parts of me while he still can.
The pulsing of his cock as he empties himself triggers my own orgasm, and my pussy flutters weakly, too stretched around his girth to clench any tighter.
I hold the back of his head with one hand and wrap my other around his shoulders, locking my legs around his waist. I can feel our cum begin to seep around his cock, but he still doesn’t pull out.
I don’t care.
I don’t want him to pull out.
His eyes are glazed when he finally looks up with a satisfied smile, but not for long. Sleep is pulling us under quickly. When he rolls to the side, bringing me with him so we’re face to face, I feel a foreign tugging at my pelvis, but can’t be bothered to open my eyes when his arms wrap around me.
“What’s that,” I murmur.
“’S a knot,” he slurs, and then the world goes blank.
My head is pounding when I wake up to rays of sunshine stabbing me in the eye like God’s flashlight, reflecting off the blanket of white, pristine snow that fell overnight.
As I finally regain consciousness, I turn over to see a full glass of water on the desk next to my bed and roll over to reach for it, only to wince at the soreness between my legs.
It takes a moment to sift through my fragmented memories of last night—of Brynne and I doing shots every time someone announced they passed their finals.
Of Evie and I playing beer pong against Brynne and Tori except every time we’d sink a ball, Tori would just wield the beer out of the cup, claiming it didn’t count.
Of Killian laughing next to me. Throwing me over his shoulder.
Kissing me.
Pushing into me.
And then nothing.
Oh no.
I sit up suddenly, but I already know he’s not here.
My room is empty.
My sheets are cold.
And I’m all alone.