by A'zayler
“I might be… I could stay here.” He looked at her then nervously looked away.
“You can.” She released the grip she had on his neck and scooted over in the bed.
Killian stood staring at her before grabbing the neck of his jersey and pulling it over his head. East watched the way his arms bulged with every movement. His body was so chocolate and so cut. There was no way he lived anywhere outside of the gym. Which was good for her because she did as well. The gym was life, and Killian was the tall bottle of cold water she needed after a good workout.
The butterflies in her stomach were apparently just as drunk as she was because the way her gut was flip-flopping and doing somersaults was nerve-wracking. Then, to add insult to injury, the steady pulsing awakening in her love had her damn near about to start a fire between her thighs. She was squeezing them together so hard, surely the friction would cause some sort of combustion soon.
“You sleeping in your clothes?” Killian was now in nothing but a pair of maroon briefs.
East swore on everything she loved that was her new favorite color. The way the red looked against his skin tone, mixed with the gold jewelry still decorating him, Killian was a wet dream in the flesh. How in the hell did she become so attracted to him so fast? And it wasn’t no little attraction either. She felt like she was in heat for the boy.
“East, come here right quick. Let me help you get undressed.”
East’s eyes shot to his immediately. Help her get undressed? Oh, hell yeah! He could get her undressed and fuck her until the sun came up if that’s how he felt. Like, Killian could literally have his way with her right then, make her say and do all the nasty stuff he’d ever dreamed of, and she wouldn’t put up not an ounce of a fight.
“I’m so drunk.” She confessed in efforts to make herself feel better.
He chuckled lazily. “I can tell.”
“How?” East peered at him with wide eyes.
“The way you’re staring at me.”
“How am I looking at you?”
He paused and rubbed his hand over his waves. “Like you want me to fuck you.”
East looked away ashamed and said nothing. She could feel him watching her, but she was too embarrassed to make eye contact. When she took too long to say or do anything, she felt herself being pulled to the edge of the bed. Once she was directly in front of him with him positioned between her legs, she finally looked up.
His long fingertips trailed down her sides and grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head. He then unhooked her body chain, followed by unbuttoning her jeans. His eyes were dark and questioning as he used one arm to raise her body from the bed and the other to pull her pants off.
East was hot and silent. The way Killian’s hands felt on her body was unlike anything she’d ever felt from any other man. They were so gentle and caring. Almost like she was a toy that he was afraid to break. The feeling was surreal, and she was sure to get addicted if he kept it up. A straight addict. East the fucking junkie. With a small sigh, she allowed her eyes to close for a moment before opening again.
“Why you ain’t got on no bra?”
His question hung in the air for a second because she wasn’t sure if he was really looking for an answer. When he leaned down so that he was face to face with her, she figured he was.
“I don’t like bras. They’re uncomfortable.”
When Killian’s eyes darted down to her breasts and stayed, she almost died. She was busted. There was no way he couldn’t tell how hard she was breathing right then. How was he still so calm? Was her presence not doing the same thing to him that his was doing to her? When she began to feel like a fool for being so bothered by him, she raised her arms to cover her exposed breasts. Killian stopped her.
“Don’t do that. I’ll stop staring.” He stood back to his full height in front of her. “They’re just so pretty it was hard to look away.”
East blushed and looked away from him. His words were weakening, and she was weak as fuck for real. Too weak for a man who clearly had more sexual confidence than she had.
“Scoot back and get in the bed.”
East followed his orders without dispute. When she was back in the bed, and beneath the covers within seconds, she watched him remove his phone from his pants pocket and set it on the nightstand next to the bed before going to the door and making sure it was locked. He hit the fan as well before returning. The gold watch on his wrist made her pussy wet with every other movement he made. That gold melting against that chocolate was mesmerizing.
Once he was in bed with her, East shied away once again. She made sure to mind her movements. Careful not to touch him, she balled up snugly as she always did when in bed and closed her eyes. The room was quiet with the fan spinning when Killian took the last nerve she had.
“East.” He grabbed her hand, and she looked at him. He stared back before patting his mouth. “Come sit right here real quick.”
Oh fuck. She was dead. He’d fucking done it. He’d killed her. Flat the fucking line.
East batted her lashes at him and licked her lips sexily. Killian didn’t give her time to do anything outside of removing her panties before he pulled her to him. She helped him out the best she could. Not that she really needed to because the moment she was upright in the bed, he’d picked her up by her waist and sat her on his face. Jesus! He was so strong, or was it the liquor? One of them was strong as hell, and her weak ass loved it.
“Don’t be shy, aight?”
East looked down at his face nestled snuggly between her thighs and nodded. It was over after that. His tongue slithered out at the same time his arms clamped down onto her thighs. East’s head fell back upon the first contact of his wet warm tongue.
She moaned breathlessly and grabbed his leg to keep her balance. His tongue dipped in and out of her sticky love box, and she couldn’t really take it. It had been so long since she’d had an orgasm, let alone had one while getting her pussy ate.
The pleasure she felt at that moment was taking her to new heights, and she was slowly becoming an addict. The way he French kissed the most sensitive part, then grabbed it all at once, before shifting back between darting his tongue in and out of her body to blowing on it lightly, East was more than positive she was losing her mind.
“Damn, East.”
East sat up at the mention of her name. Her hands went to his head as she leaned over so she could see his face good. Without stopping her movement against his mouth, she gave him her undivided attention.
“Taste good don’t it?” She taunted sexily.
Killian’s eyes squinted some as his tongue swirled deeper into her folds. East released his head and grabbed her breasts instead. She was going somewhere she hadn’t been in forever, and though she knew she was going to regret it in the morning, she couldn’t stop herself.
Her orgasm violently ripped through her body, making her lose all logical control. It was a good thing Killian was fast and good with his hands because he caught her and lay her back on the bed. Her breathing was labored, and her body was tingling all over.
“Open your legs up for me, East,” Killian told her after removing his briefs.
The gold wrapper in his hand had appeared out of nowhere, but he got rid of it quickly. The condom was on and providing the only barrier that would stop them from really feeling each other. The way her body was shaking and tingling at the moment, East wanted to yell to the rooftops for him to take it off, but she wouldn’t. That would be crazy… right?
A hand to his abdomen proved her wrong. “Take it off.”
Killian’s head leaned to the side momentarily as he bit his bottom lip. It was obvious he was thinking about it, and that second alone gave her time to change her mind. She didn’t know this man. He didn’t know her. Why on earth would they trust each other like that?
Her mouth opened to tell him not to listen to her, she didn’t know what she was thinking, or anything that might backtrack her statement, but it was
too late. He’d just rolled it back off and tossed it onto the floor. His eyes captured hers as the hand that was wearing his Rolex went between her legs. His fingers dipped inside of her as he used the other hand to wipe the remnants of her love from his face.
“You don’t want to protect yourself from me?” His words were low, and still oh, so sexy.
East shook her head from side to side a lot quicker and harder than she’d thought she would.
“You don’t have to. Just fuck with me the right way.” Killian opened her legs and looked down between them. “Can you do that for me?”
East nodded.
“Good, because I’m probably about to lose my shit up in this pussy.”
East’s legs jumped, and he smiled. The head of his dick tapped her thigh before finding its new home and pushing deep inside. The amount of pain mixed with pleasure she felt in that moment should have been against the law. There was no way a man should be able to make you feel so good but so bad at the same time.
Killian’s eyes closed at the same time he released a groan so deep she could feel it in her chest. With the same gentleness he’d been using with her all day, he grabbed both of her legs and wrapped them around his waist. He moved slow and precise, giving her one deep stroke after the next. She was dying. It hurt like all hell, but she wanted that pain more than anything.
His hard body pressing against hers was the only thing making it feel a little better. East couldn’t do anything other than mumble and moan to him how good he was making her feel.
“Kill,” she chopped and screwed his name with her eyes closed.
“Talk to me, baby,”
Baby? Was she his baby? Maybe… his dick… his body… his words… hell yeah, she was his baby!
East’s eyes fluttered again. Why did he have to sound so sexy without trying? He didn’t even sound like he was trying, just being himself, and it was literally driving East to the nut house.
“You sex other girls like this?” East rubbed her hand up the center of his chest to both sides of his neck while staring at him.
Killian blew her a kiss before shaking his head from side to side. “Nah, I’m only doing you like this.”
“Why?”
East’s eyes got wide when he hit her with a stroke so deep she felt it in her stomach.
“Because you asked for it.”
“When?” East wasn’t normally a talker during sex, but something about Killian made her feel so comfortable she couldn’t hide away.
“All night.” He leaned over and sucked her nipples before grabbing a hand full of her hair. “All night, you’ve been eyeing me. I saw you.” He hit her with another deep stroke, and her mouth fell open. “Then you sat in my lap, fell asleep, and whispered to me while you dreamed.” Killian’s eyes closed momentarily as his head fell backward.
East watched him hold on to her legs as if they were the only thing holding him from floating through the ceiling.
“No.” She squeezed his arms. “Don’t finish yet.”
Killian’s eyes opened slowly. With a death grip on her waist, he licked his lips. “I’m not.” He leaned over her once again and rested on his forearms, so he was directly in her face. “You asked me to fuck you like this when you sat on my face and got you one. I wasn’t letting you go nowhere after that.”
East’s chest sank deeper. He was too much for her. Never had any man given her sex like he was doing right then.
“Kill,” she moaned desperately.
“I’m here, baby.” He pecked her mouth then her neck. “Here for you. Get you another one.”
East nodded and closed her eyes, enjoying the circles Killian had her spinning in. Everything about him was so addicting, and East hated it because she already knew what kind of woman she was. She got attached too fast.
“Killian, I’ma bust the windows out of your car.”
She opened her eyes when it got too quiet. His sexy bottom lip, wet from their mixed saliva, caught her attention immediately as he stared down at her. “Do you, baby girl, I got money to get ’em fixed.”
East was just about to smile when Killian pulled out and flipped her over. His forearm held her back close to his chest as he situated her beneath him. The closeness! Lord, the closeness. East was going to be a lunatic soon; she could feel it. He was back inside and beating her back in before she could utter any type of defiance. She wanted to yell, she wanted to scream, she wanted to do anything to let him know that he was the fucking man at this sex shit.
“I swear can’t nobody do this like you.” East looked over her shoulder at him.
He looked so sexy kneeling behind her. His fuck face was a sight for sore eyes, and her eyes were sore as hell.
“Applying that pressure ain’t it, baby?” He plunged deeper.
East couldn’t even say anything back. The hurting he was putting on her body was overpowering, and she needed it. Killian literally beat her back out forever. By the time he hit his peak and fell on top of her, she’d climaxed again and could barely keep her eyes open.
Sweaty and tired, Killian didn’t even bother to get back beneath the covers. Instead, he pulled her on top of him and closed his eyes. It hadn’t even been a full minute before East heard him snoring. She raised up to look at him, but his arms tightened around her again.
“Go to sleep.”
“We ain’t got no clothes on. What if Jaylen or Onyx come in here in the morning.”
He shrugged. “They’ll get what they’re looking for.”
“Killian.” East smiled at his closed lids.
“That’s their business. You got a sexy li’l body, let ’em see it.”
“If my cousin sees your goods, I’m knocking you out.”
Killian’s face broke into a large grin. He even opened his eyes and looked at her. East’s face was serious as she peered back at him.
“You sound just like you’d bust the windows out my car.”
“I will. Ain’t nobody ever gave me dick like that. I can’t take that kind of stuff lightly.”
Their laughter eventually subsided into happy dreaming…beneath the covers.
3. You’re Not My Type
The sun was bright and shining through the blinds and directly into Killian’s eyes as he stirred awake. He hurried to toss one arm over his eyes, but that didn’t help. The rays were too bright. Being that he wasn’t at home and needed to get up anyway, he wiped his eyes and sat up in the bed. He looked around for East, but she was gone.
Killian wiped his face again before flashbacks from the night before came pouring back in. That was some wild shit, but he’d enjoyed himself. It took him a couple minutes longer to gather himself enough to get dressed and clean up behind himself. The condom he’d tossed off last night was nowhere to be found, so he was sure East had gotten rid of it.
Once he was dressed, with all his things together, he walked out of the room. He could hear Jaylen and East in the kitchen laughing and talking. He didn’t hear Onyx, but that nigga was probably still in the bed. Onyx was one dude who could sleep the day away.
When he rounded the corner, he was right. Onyx was nowhere in sight. Jaylen was at the stove cooking while East stood at the sink stirring some juice in a clear pitcher. She was dressed in a Nike outfit with her hair up in a ponytail. Clearly, she’d gotten up early and gotten herself together.
Killian wanted to walk up to her and hug her from behind, maybe even kiss her neck a few times, but he wouldn’t. Today was a new day. Last night they’d been drunk, and he didn’t want to overstep any of her personal boundaries if that wasn’t what she wanted.
The last thing he needed was to get rejected. East was sexy as hell. Their drunken night might have been a one-time thing, and he could respect that.
“Well, would you look at who decided to wake up.” Jaylen’s smile was bright as she stood flipping pancakes. “Good morning, sleepy head.”
East looked over her shoulder at him but spun around in a hurry. Damn. Killian’s stomach sank
a little. Although he’d been expecting the worst, he was actually hoping she would be different.
“My fault. That liquor had me gone. You know I never sleep this late.”
“I know, that’s why I was surprised. You hungry?” Jaylen moved around the kitchen grabbing plates.
Killian wanted to ask East had she told her anything, but he didn’t want to whisper and draw any attention to them if she hadn’t.
“You need to go wake Onyx’s ass up.”
Jaylen set the plates on the table before spinning around and shutting the stove off. “Oh, I am. I was about to come wake you up too.” She walked out of the kitchen and passed him headed toward her bedroom.
Killian took that as his only chance to get to East. He walked right to her, not wasting time. His hand grabbed the side of her waist. She was in front of him, so he leaned over her shoulder a little, so he could see her face.
“Did you tell her?”
East shook her head and stepped out of his grasp. Killian was stunned silent for a minute but recovered quickly. Rejection wasn’t shit to him anymore.
“Cool.”
“Are you going to tell Onyx?” she asked him with her back turned.
“Nah,” Killian told her a little lower than he intended to, so he cleared his throat and tried again. “I figured you wouldn’t want me to.”
East spun around quickly and looked at him. Her eyes searched his as she wore a small scowl. She was so pretty with the little mole under her slanted eye. He almost wanted to sneak a few kisses, but she had already shown him that wasn’t what she had in mind.
“Why you say it like that?”
“Like what?” he questioned before looking over his shoulder for any signs of Jaylen.
“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “I just don’t like the way you sounded when you said it.”
Killian didn’t know what to say because he knew what she meant. He’d heard the apprehension in his voice as well, but that was her fault. She’d rejected him first.
“I enjoyed myself, I’m just not looking for anything too serious right now.” East cut wavering eyes at him.