Chapter 23 Private Moment, Public Man #2
His tongue was already moving, eager and unrestrained.
Her head fell back, a moan rising in her throat. Her hips rocked forward, slow at first, finding the rhythm. His mouth was hot, hungry, relentless.
Her hands scrabbled for the headboard, fingers slipping on polished wood before catching one of the spindles. Her hips rocked forward, testing the rhythm, adjusting to the pressure of his mouth.
His tongue thrust into her. Her grip on the headboard tightened.
She was already wet from watching him obey, from tying him up. Now his mouth was making it worse—better. She was dripping and he was licking it up like he couldn't get enough. His nose rubbed her clit with every roll of her hips. The angle was perfect. The pressure exactly right.
The wet sounds of his mouth on her filled the room. His breathing harsh through his nose. Her breath coming in short gasps
She was close. So close.
Her whole body pulled taut, tension winding tighter with every pass of his tongue.
Killian groaned desperate against her. The vibration pushed her over.
April came on his mouth, her hips grinding down, her core clenching and pulsing as the orgasm rolled through her in waves. She cried out, forcing the air out of her in a broken sound she couldn’t swallow back.
When she could breathe again, when her thighs stopped shaking, she lifted off him.
Killian's face was flushed. Lips wet and swollen. Eyes absolutely wrecked. His chest rose and fell in ragged bursts
April climbed off the bed on unsteady legs. She opened the top drawer of the nightstand.
The drawer slid open with a soft whisper.
Lube. Three different kinds. Of course.
She grabbed one.
And—oh.
A second scarf. Black silk. Folded neatly next to a box of condoms.
She grabbed that too.
When she turned back, his cock stood rigid against his stomach, flushed dark and leaking.
Her pulse kicked up. She climbed back onto the bed, straddled his thighs but didn't touch him yet. Held up the black scarf.
Killian's eyes widened. His cock jerked.
She wrapped the scarf around his head, covering his mouth. Tied it firmly behind.
Killian groaned, muffled by the gag. His eyes dark and desperate.
April sat back on his thighs. Looked at him. Tied. Gagged. Completely helpless.
The scarf pulled against his cheeks. His breath hit it in stuttering bursts.
She stayed where she was, letting him feel the silence.
Her arousal kicked back up. Wetness gathered between her legs.
She held up the lube. Her eyebrow quirked.
"Don't want to violate house rules."
Flicked the cap open with her thumb. Squeezed.
Cool slick pooled in her palm.
She wrapped her hand around his cock.
Killian's hips jerked up off the bed. His whole body went taut. A muffled groan through the gag.
Her hand stroked him slowly, root to tip. Slick and easy. He was hard in her grip, throbbing against her palm.
She spread the lube over him until he gleamed
She positioned herself over him, reached down, guided him to her entrance.
She sank down slowly. He was thick. The angle intense. The stretch made her gasp.
She rocked, adjusting until she took all of him
Killian’s head fell back. A long, low groan lost in the scarf. His wrists pulled hard against the silk.
Her body adjusted to the fullness, the stretch, her inner muscles fluttering and clenching around him.
She braced her hands on his chest, his skin hot, his heart hammering under her palm. She started moving.
"It's my turn to speak," she said, rolling her hips in slow movements, finding the angle that felt best, the rhythm that built the pressure just right.
Every time she rocked forward, her clit dragged against the coarse hair at the base of his cock, the friction sending sparks through her.
"You told me—" Her voice was tight. She thrust down hard. "Be April."
She rode finding a steady rhythm. Killian's hands pulled at the scarf binding his wrists, eyes locked on her face, desperate and pleading.
April leaned forward as she moved, closing the distance between them.
One hand slid up his chest, over sweat-slick skin, over the frantic hammer of his heart, until her fingers curled gently around his throat.
She felt the pulse jump under her palm, the heat of his skin.
The way his body went utterly still beneath her touch.
Her thumb traced the edge of his jaw, while her hips kept rolling, controlled and relentless. She watched his wrecked face. He was hers.
“This is me.”
The friction built heat low in her belly, climbing. Every downward stroke made her clench around him; every forward rock dragged her clit against the coarse hair at the base of his cock.
Her breasts swayed with the motion, nipples aching.
The sounds of their bodies filled the room. Slick and wet and desperate.
His breath harsh through his nose.
Her gasps sharper now, breaking.
Killian's hips tried to thrust up to meet hers but the angle didn't let him. He could only lie there and take it, watch her use him, sweat beading on his chest under her palms.
"If you want me—" Her hips moved faster, her breasts bouncing.
"Then let me—" She thrust down hard. Killian made a desperate sound behind the gag, his back arching off the bed.
"Stop planning everything."
She was riding him faster, chasing the pleasure building inside her, her thighs burning, her core clenching tight around him with every stroke.
"I want you—" The words came out breathless, raw. "But we figure it out. Together."
She was close, her thighs shaking, her toes curling, the pressure winding tight and tighter in her core. Her clit ground against him with every movement, the friction perfect and too much and not enough all at once.
"Do you understand?"
Killian nodded frantically, eyes glassy, groans muffled through the gag.
Her core clamped down, her whole body convulsing around him as the orgasm surged through her. She cried out, hips jerking, thighs locking.
Killian followed instantly. His back arched. His cock pulsed inside her. A muffled groan ripped from his throat. His release flooding her.
She collapsed forward, her chest pressed to his.
His heart thundered beneath her. His cock still inside her. Still twitching.
They stayed there. Sweat cooling, breath steadying.
Then she pushed up on shaky arms and reached behind his head.
She fumbled the knot loose, pulled the silk away.
His hands were on her immediately.
One tangled in her hair. The other slid to her waist.
He pulled her down into a kiss.
Deep, desperate, full of something new.