by Angel Payne
The decision turned out to be for the best. The next moment, I wasn’t sure I’d be capable of words, anyway. I watched with parted lips and a hungry stare as Killian unbuttoned his dress shirt, pulled it free, then laid it on the stool at the foot of the bed. Damn. He had to be the most beautiful man ever created, his torso a collection of chiseled bronze biceps, triceps and pecs that tapered into gorgeous rows of abs. Breathtaking, meet thy new spokesmodel.
I was pretty certain my mouth watered. I know my palms itched from the yearning to touch him. The sight of him kept me riveted, despite the unnerving study he fixed in return. He didn’t vacillate his stare an inch while unbuckling his belt, unfastening his slacks and letting them slide down his beautifully-carved legs. All I could do was lie there like a fool in my pajama bottoms, wondering what the hell I’d done to deserve these moments with this incredible man.
Still moving with deliberation, he reached into his pants before draping them atop his shirt, pulling his wallet from the pocket and producing several condoms from that. Like a dork, I stared at those, too—all the way to where he placed them on the table by the bed. My gaze didn’t have far to travel from there, to the sight of his boxer briefs, tented from the erection that strained to be freed.
I quickly wet my lips. That tent was impressive.
Killian, clearly pleased with my perusal, slanted a cocky smirk. “Now, where was I? Hmmm. Ohhh, yes.”
Without further warning, he leaned over, reached for the waistband of my pajamas, hooked his index fingers in, and dragged the fabric off my hips. His heated stare made me forget I had no panties to pull off with the clothes. He made quick work of tossing the pants away before climbing back on the bed and pulling me up into a groaning, open-mouthed kiss.
It was heaven, albeit an unbelievable one. I was naked in a huge bed in the back of Killian Stone’s private jet, making out with the man like we’d become air to each other. The realization sent bubbles of giddiness through me, and a giggle up my throat.
Killian lifted his head, bewilderment on his breathtaking features. “Do I amuse you, Miss Montgomery?”
“I—I just—” I shook my head. How did I begin to explain my ridiculous stream of consciousness? “I’m having a little trouble believing this is real.”
“I know the feeling.”
“You do?” I shrugged and bit my lip, hoping for a dash of impish levity. “Maybe you’d better kiss me again, just so we’re both convinced.”
Glints of sensual intent flashed through his gaze. “Sweet Claire, I’m going to do more than kiss you…I absolutely promise.” His hands drifted down, cupping my ass as he suckled my neck. “I don’t want an inch of your body untouched by my mouth, a shred of your memory not filled by my touch.” He trailed his lips around to cover mine, kissing me, commanding me. His fingers threaded through my hair, locking my head in place while he laid a trail of carnal kisses over my chin and down the column of my throat. As he worked his way back up to my neck, each nibble grew more intense until I whined and whimpered beneath him. “Every time you look in the mirror tomorrow, you’ll remember who’s been all over your delectable body. You’ll feel my touch on you, my body twined with yours…inside and out. Repeat it to me, Claire. Tell me you understand.”
It took his words a few seconds to pierce the haze of my senses. Several more before I comprehended his crazy demand. My thoughts whirled at least a thousand miles outside my body, and he wanted me to lasso enough of them to form words? “Y-yes,” I finally stammered. “Oh yes, Killian. Your touch in my memory…”
He reached up to twist my left nipple, deliberately rough. The jolt of pain surged yet more moisture between my legs. “And my name in your thoughts,” he growled.
“Yes. Your name in every thought.”
“And on your lips.” He administered the same sexual torment to my right breast. I moaned in unabashed pleasure.
“Yes. Yes. On my lips.”
“And screaming from your throat…every night when you pleasure yourself.”
With his final filthy thought, his hand slipped between my legs. His fingers, strong and so sure, glided through the soaked layers there. Some distant instinct yelled that I should have been embarrassed by my condition, but only one need consumed my brain, and it fell from my pleading lips.
“More. Please, Killian. I need more.”
“Oh there’s more, sweet girl. Trust me. This is only the beginning…for both of us.”
“Wh-what do you—ohhhh!”
One moment, his fingers were slicking arousal deeper into my pussy. The next, his tongue was there, blazing heat into my folds as his hands pressed my thighs apart.
“Lie back, my fairy queen. Let me make you feel good. Let me drink you up before I fuck you hard.”
My body sank against the sumptuous pillows again, melted by the erotic power of his words. “Killian…” It spilled from me on a moan as his tongue explored me more, sending pressure and heat through my sex, my thighs, my buttocks.
“Spread your legs for me. Farther, baby. That’s it. Damn, you have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed about tasting you here, about how sweet you must be. Now I know…your pussy’s as delicious as it looks.”
I couldn’t speak. I simply watched him, fixated on his face as he refocused his decadent mouth between my thighs. His dirty talk spiked my need so high, I already drifted on a plane somewhere between ecstasy and explosion.
“You’re ruining me,” I finally rasped.
“Oh, I hope so.” He flashed his Lucifer grin in response to my mocking glare. Dammit, the man knew exactly how to use that foul, beautiful mouth, and I couldn’t do anything about it but wait, trembling and needy, for his special touch of sin on my swollen flesh.
He pulled my thighs even wider, propping my feet up on the bed, spreading my trembling tissues with his strong, sure thumbs. I’d never had a lover make such a production over me before…or made me wait longer, taut and edgy and breathless, for his tongue to find me—
There.
“Ohhhh!”
I gripped the bedding, trying not to writhe as a matter of pride, accepting my failure a moment later. After the anticipation he’d built, I’d been afraid of hitting orgasm as soon as he touched the most tender part of me. That didn’t happen, thank God, but as he toyed with my little button, swiping it with expert motion, my pleasure soared to mind-bending proportion.
“Claire.” He worshipped me with the word. “You’re so perfect. So pink and soft and wet. My sweet Claire.”
“Oh, my God.” The words burst from between my frantic breaths, manifestations of pure instinct. I didn’t have a thought to call my own, or a sensation that wasn’t commanded completely by his magical mouth.
He pressed in again, flattening his tongue along one side of my engorged ridge, then down the other. He repeated the motion again—then again and again—warping my senses into erotic madness. When I adjusted to the sensation, he added a new move, circling the delicate nub at the top. After that, it was a small nibble before sucking my entire clit into his mouth. I was on edge for what felt like hours, my lower abdomen tight and so damn ready, my throat vibrating with a constant mewl, begging for something to send me over the top.
“Claire?”
“What? What?”
“Are you ready to come for me?”
I almost laughed. Confident bastard. Did he think he knew exactly what he was doing, that my body was that easy to control?
He slid two fingers up inside me, proving that he did. And could. And would.
“Holy shit,” I gasped. “Oh, Killian. It’s—it’s never been so—”
“Let it go, babe. I don’t need the thesis. I just want your surrender. That’s it…”
“Please.” I had no idea how I didn’t tear the stuffing out of at least three pillows as I thrust my soaked body deeper onto his long, masterful fingers. “Please, Killian, please.”
“That’s it, beautiful Claire. Release it for me Come for me.”
A few more circles of his clever tongue, along with the steady pumping of his fingers, and my body burst into a thousand points of light. With my mouth parted on a silent scream, I let the explosion crash through my limbs then shimmer through my whole body. It was, without a doubt, the most fantastic orgasm I’d ever experienced. Wave after wave of heat pulsed through me until I finally dissolved, limp and amazed.
As Killian sprawled himself beside me, I lay back with eyes closed and what had to be the dumbest grin on my lips. I felt the weight of his eyes on me but couldn’t bring myself to look back yet. He started dropping little kisses to my shoulder, and I let out a long, high sigh.
He finally whispered, “Hey, you okay?”
“Of course I’m okay.” I still smirked like a fool. “That was…fantastic. Thank you.”
He seemed to consider that for a long moment—before rolling right on top of me. “Just fantastic?”
For a second, I forgot to answer. His erection, still hard and trapped in his boxers, pressed incessantly against my belly. But even in that condition, the man’s size and heat were breath-stealing. Remarkably, my heartbeat revved into the red all over again. I’d never had a lover keep me in such a state of constant desire.
He’s not your lover. He’s not anything except the center of one of the best hours of your life—so enjoy him while you can, Montgomery.
“All right,” I responded on a little giggle. “Maybe better than fantastic. Much better…”
My words trailed off into the thorough kiss he lowered to my lips. As he pushed inside my mouth with hungry intent, I reached between us to stroke him through his boxers.
“Claire,” he grated, circling his hips against my fingers. “Fuck, that’s nice.”
I relished his groan as I squeezed his hard, hot crown, now moistening his underwear with evidence of his need. “Hey, Chicago?”
“Hmmm…yes, San Diego?”
“It would appear you’re overdressed.”
He groaned softly. “I will not contest that point.”
With a smile, I took advantage of the moment to hook my fingers into his waistband, tugging his shorts down his lean hips and over his firm ass. Finally, I hooked them with my toes and dragged them the rest of the way, setting his cock free. Harsh breaths sawed from his nose as I roamed my fingers up his body, exploring his sleek physique with their tips.
Wow. Every inch of him was magnificent, but his backside was a work of art. I couldn’t keep from kneading the muscles there as he prodded my legs apart and fitted his body into the apex. The position flooded me with memories of being on his desk in his penthouse. Had it been only a handful of hours ago? And had I really been that scared of him—then that snotty to him?
I buried my face in his shoulder, drowning out the negative thoughts. I swore every one of them off, vowing to bask in this moment. Perhaps tasting him would help banish the demons. Without wasting a moment on hesitation, I sank my teeth into the tempting meat of his shoulder. His skin was hard, a little salty, a lot delicious—but as I went in for another sample, he speared me with a mocking glower.
“Naughty girl. No biting for you. That’s my job.”
A shiver skittered through my body. “Is that so?”
He nodded while reaching for the condoms. His attention to the foil in his hand wasn’t so suave. With a fast rip, he pulled the latex out then leaned back on his knees to roll the protection on.
“Killian…wait. I should…” I hoped the way I looked at his shaft, licking my lips, conveyed that I’d be more than willing to return the favor he’d just given me.
“No way.” His retort was damn near a drill instructor’s bark. “No ‘shoulds’ for you right now, fairy. And no regrets. And no fears. No other orders to heed—but one.”
He punctuated it by looming back over me, his full erection in hand. I couldn’t help slicking my lips again, watching him poised at my weeping entrance. “Wh-what’s that?” I managed as he braced above me, re-securing my stare with his. My fingers dug into his forearms as I waited, breathless with anticipation for the first flood of ecstasy as his body filled mine.
“My name.” He guided his head through my wetness and pushed his way in. “On,” —he was achingly slow— “your,” —exquisitely hot— “lips.”
He was still only halfway in. Until that moment. With a thrilling thrust, he slammed all the way in—stealing my breath, my thoughts, and any hope I had of thinking this was a night I might, in thirty or forty years, forget. Dear God…this man…
We moved together now, thrust for thrust, my hips meeting his lunges with perfect timing. He never looked away. His stare was hypnotizing, drenched in countless layers of dark intensity. I couldn’t clear my head or catch my breath. I was captivated. Annihilated. I dug my hands into his thick black hair and pulled at his scalp. An aroused growl curled deep in his throat so I repeated the move, crying out my own pleasure as he buried his face in my neck and sank ravenous teeth into my skin. Once again, he was right. He’d do the biting. And I’d be the one reveling in it.
After the hurricane of carnality he’d wrought, I was stunned to feel a second orgasm building low in my abdomen. It was a rare event in my sexual history, one never achieved like this. But oh yes, the pleasure mounted as Killian readjusted his angle, pulling away to achieve the full distance between our bodies. My eyes widened as I waited, almost nervous about the next marvel he’d unleash on my body.
His carved face, still concentrated so fully on mine, broke into a smile as he slowly glided his cock into me. Every clench of his jaw and press of his lips told me how thoroughly he enjoyed every inch of our union. I closed my eyes for a long moment, doing the same.
When he was seated fully, he began grinding his pelvis into mine, directly rubbing my labia and clit, winding my arousal to excruciating tension, before withdrawing and doing it all over again. The mastery of my body and the ink-dark adoration in his eyes became my anchor and my freedom, melding our souls as one.
Over and over, out and back in, he plunged and teased and thrust until my channel dripped with need, my orgasm achingly close to the surface. Killian clenched his jaw so tight, I watched his thundering pulse through its steely skin. It was a small consolation to see how the strain taxed him, too.
“Please, Killian,” I finally sobbed. “I can’t take anymore. Please…make me come again.”
Unbelievable. I’d never begged a man for release in my life. I had no idea how it had happened this time, but Killian Stone held the keys to my body’s kingdom. Insanity would be my new best friend if he didn’t release me soon.
“I want you to explode, too, little fairy.” He stroked into me again with solid purpose. “But remember our rule, baby.”
“Wh-what? R-rule?” I could barely breathe, let alone recall rules. What the hell was he talking about?
“My name on your lips, Claire. Mine.” A bead of sweat dripped off his forehead and onto my lips. Without thinking, I skirted my tongue out to lick it off. A dark growl escaped from his chest.
“Yes,” I returned. “Oh Killian, yes.” I was seriously about to lose my mind. “Killian. Killian. Killian. Oh, hell!”
As soon as I spilled the words, he braced his elbows on either side of my head and slammed into a high-octane pace with his cock. His eyes were brilliant onyx, his skin burnished with sweat. He pumped into me like a madman, fucking me deep and hard and rough. I slicked my hands down his back and gripped his straining ass, certain I’d never been more thoroughly consumed by pleasure in my life.
When I thought it couldn’t get any better, it did. He reached between our bodies, stroking his magical, long fingers over my abused clitoris. With the action, he finally unhinged the locks. My release burst over me in a white-hot ball of sensation, though a thousand colors sparkled behind my closed lids. My head jerked back into the pillow as I screamed Killian’s name over and over, just as he’d commanded me.
But the word was more than just obeisance to him. It was praise and plea and
adoration, erupting from the deepest reaches of my heart. I didn’t bother to question why—as if I were capable of advanced thought right now, anyway.
Only one thought dominated my mind. One word. His name. I could’ve shouted it a hundred more times. And God, how I tried—not caring if the entire damn airport heard me.
Chapter Eleven
Killian
I was a fucking god.
I grinned like an idiot at the thought, confident I might as well have just scaled Mount Olympus. Budget goals? Profit targets? Personal aspirations? What the hell were those compared to the triumph of bringing the ecstasy to this woman’s face? Of feeling the walls of her body convulse around me as she splintered in passion? Of hearing the sob in her voice as she chanted my name like a lusty prayer?
Oh, yeah. I was sipping nectar out of Zeus’s chalice. Better yet, I sucked it right off of my little fairy’s skin, savoring her salty perspiration as I locked my mouth to her neck once more. The new positioning angled my cock deeper inside her, enabling me to feel every new drop of her arousal around my length, every squeeze of her flesh against my own.
My smirk faded. My lungs got stingy with my breath as my heart pumped more blood to the juncture between my thighs. Her hands on my ass, unrelenting in their grip even now, worsened my torment from abstinence, yet made it a hundred times better. Every cell in my balls roared with the entreaty for a green light on my orgasm.
I clenched my fists and held back. Drove into her harder. Deeper. Slanting myself back a little, so my shaft slid along the front wall of her tunnel, until—
“Holy shit!”
She screamed like that.
I dragged myself in and out at exactly the right angle. Claire’s hands plummeted to the pillows. I grabbed them and meshed our fingers, watching the new arousal take over her face. Her mouth dropped in a wordless scream. Her nipples jutted at me, pink and tight and perfect. She wrapped her legs around my waist, clenching me hard. Her sex started shuddering in beautiful waves of fulfillment.