I looked up. Killian focused on his cock and my breasts. Oh, my god, it was sexy. He was sexy, and for the first time in my life, I looked down at my small breasts, covered in milky white semen, and saw…sexy.
***
We napped later in the afternoon, made more of Marty’s delicious frozen concoctions for dinner, and watched a movie on Killian’s larger-than-life television screen. I had a small blanket pulled over my completely naked body. Killian leaned back with his legs spread, wearing a pair of gray boxer briefs. My head rested on his thigh and his hand ran lazily through my hair. I loved every minute.
Killian dropped me off at my apartment at seven the next morning. I was tired, but in a good way. Now I was preparing for my class while he went to the stadium and did his professional thing. He would pick me up Friday after his practice, and we would get one more weekend before he flew to Seattle the following week.
I was having trouble with the thought of not seeing him over the next five days. When he flew out of town, it would be much longer. Only one weekend in bed with the sex slash football god and my heart clenched at the thought.
In forty-eight hours, I was now zero to Killian MacGregor, in love, and totally addicted to sex.
Chapter Eleven
The week went by like a turtle on ADHD medication. Killian called each night sounding tired and irritable, but he said he just wanted to hear my voice before he kicked it. Other than his nightly voice, the week basically sucked until Thursday when I met my crew at a local restaurant bar. Amanda and Lyle were there before me and somehow managed to get a booth in the back corner away from prying ears. I knew they were both capable of camping out in the parking lot until the place opened to get that booth. I also knew they wanted the inside scoop on Killian.
They sat across the table with me in the inquisition seat. We ordered our drinks. I acted normal, took my time looking at the menu, and basically played it cool.
“What the fuck, sis?” Lyle broke first.
I glanced up. “Huh?”
Amanda jerked the menu from my hands and slammed it down on the table. I started laughing.
“You are cruel.” Amanda had her best school marm bitch-face on.
“Yes, I am, but you guys don’t really expect me to give details do you?”
“Yes,” they practically shouted at the same time.
“He’s incredibly hot.” I waited a beat, seeing displeasure written on both faces. “All over.” I felt heat rise in my cheeks.
“Now we’re getting somewhere. Talk to a brother about size.” Lyle batted his eyes.
I choked on my drink. “No.” I coughed some more. “I will not.”
“He’s so hung,” Amanda said, stretching out the “so.”
“And how would you know?” I snapped back.
“Okay, so he’s not hung.”
“I hate you and yes…he’s…god, I don’t like that expression.”
Amanda looked at Lyle and they both turned my way together.
“You didn’t show him your straitlaced side did you?” Lyle asked.
God, they drove me crazy, but I loved them. “I’m staying at his place this weekend.”
“He’s hung.” Amanda gave a knowing smile.
“Stop saying that.” In exasperation, I changed the subject. “He said I could invite the two of you to the game on Sunday and he’d really like to take you out to dinner.”
They didn’t comment on my proposal or miss a beat.
“So tell us about the sex—is it good, is he kinky, did you learn anything?” Only Lyle would ask about kink.
“Compared to your kinky shenanigans, I doubt he’d compare.”
“She said shenanigans,” Lyle teased. “He’s got to be kinky. I’ve had these dreams.”
“No,” Amanda and I said at the same time.
“Okay, but you both secretly want to know.”
“Not about Killian.”
Amanda slapped Lyle on the shoulder. “You’re letting her get away without telling the good stuff, Lyle. You know fact is better than fantasy.” She turned to me. “So tell us the facts.”
They were never going to leave me alone, so I took a deep breath. “He has a thing about nudity.” There I said it.
“As in, he doesn’t like it?” Amanda’s eyes got huge.
“No, he likes it…a lot. The less clothing the better. Even in his kitchen.”
Amanda shook her head. “Wait a minute…you’re going along with this.”
Lyle nudged her. “You’re surprised?”
“With you or me, no. With Rebecca Cavanaugh, hell yes. I’ve only seen her completely naked once.”
“Do tell.” Lyle’s eyebrows went up and down in his best imitation of a perv leer.
“You’re gay,” Amanda said with barely controlled patience.
“The two of you never seem to mind when I talk about my fuck toys. You got the inside on Miss Priss’s body over here, I get to hear it.”
“No.” Now my voice was elevating. “You will both stop talking about my body. I’d like to enjoy dinner.”
Lyle looked at Amanda. “Okay, I see your point. She couldn’t possibly be living naked in Killian MacGregor’s fuck pad.”
I ground my teeth, but then noticed they were holding back laughter. “I hate you both.”
“Na, you love us.” Lyle flashed his famous smile, the one that got him some of the hottest “fuck toys” in the area. “Ropes, leather, chains?”
My forehead hit the table and I knocked it against the wood once more for added effect. I really did love them, I reminded myself. They stuck by me freshman year with Greg and then my sophomore year with Steve. My latest dry spell with no boyfriend was completely tolerable because I had them. They knew my secrets; my fantasy white-picket fence, babies, and happily ever after. They also knew as well as I did that this type of make believe rarely came true in today’s modern world.
I needed to give a little here. “He bought me makeup and hair products for his house.”
“Now that’s kinky.” Lyle rolled his eyes.
I finally gave them the PG-13 account of the weekend, telling them almost everything, just leaving out the more intimate details. I also kept the psychologist information quiet because I hadn’t read anything about it online. I trusted my friends, but there were some things I didn’t need to share.
***
I woke up Friday morning with a smile on my face. I ran twenty miles, came home, and cleaned my apartment. I got my favorite polish out and painted my toenails bright purple. Every year on my birthday, Amanda paid for me to get a mani-pedi, and then on her birthday I paid for hers. Other than that, we were on our own.
I averaged two hundred dollars in tips on Wednesday nights and used the money for utilities and food. Anything extra went into the bar jar. Before I turned twenty-one, it was the dinner jar. That money also doubled as my savings, and I now had a little over two hundred dollars. My scholarship paid my tuition and gave me a stipend toward my apartment. A small student loan each year paid the rest. I took the bus or walked, and besides my weekly party night with Amanda and Lyle, I lived cheap. Once track season started, my travel expenses, including food, were covered. I would have about ten thousand dollars in debt when I graduated, but that was a drop in the bucket compared to most students.
What I lacked on my limited budget were dress clothes. Buying off the rack at cheap clothing outlets was difficult with my height. I scoured second-hand stores and every so often came up with a winner, but I suspected it wouldn’t be considered a prize in Killian’s world. He said he liked my short skirt, so I decided to wear it. I had a cranberry-colored blouse that I’d never worn; I had luckily found it on clearance one time when I shopped with Amanda. Normally, I would unfasten the shirt one button below my collarbone, but I decided to brave it and leave another undone. I took a long look at myself in the mirror. With trembling fingers, I unbuttoned the blouse, removed my bra, and refastened the buttons. My body type allowed me to leave o
ff my bra, but I’d never been brave enough. I took a deep breath and continued my preparations.
There was no question about my hair. If I put it in my favorite ponytail style, Killian would have it lose five seconds after seeing me. He had a thing for hair and he liked it messy.
When five o’clock rolled around I started pacing, too nervous to sit still.
What if he changed his mind and didn’t show up?
The knock startled me and I smiled. Opening the door, he immediately moved me back and locked his mouth to mine. He smelled and tasted so far past good that I couldn’t concentrate as my arms circled behind his neck. He placed his hands on my ass and brought my needy sex firmly against his cock. Killian was very happy to see me.
He had me anticipating sex against my front door, so I moaned when he broke the kiss. His eyes traveled down my body. On the return perusal, he undid the highest closed button on my blouse and then the next.
His dimples displayed fully with his sexy grin. “I like.”
He twined my fingers with his and preceded me out the front door.
“Got your key?”
My hand went to my nearly naked chest.
“Leave it, baby. Do you have your key?”
“Yes, but I can’t go out like this.”
“I could unbutton one more and you could still go out like that. I’m starving, let’s go.”
He ushered me into his car before walking around and folding himself in. The engine started and we pulled away from the curb.
“Killian, please, I don’t feel comfortable.” Mortification caused tears in my eyes.
He pulled back over to the curb, turned my way, and gave me a solemn look. “You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. I don’t understand why you hide that gorgeous body.”
He leaned in and tipped my chin up. His eyes always conveyed that I was beautiful and he had such a way of making me feel like a sex goddess. To tip the scales in his favor, he took my lips in a tender, do-this-for-me kiss.
What else could I do?
Chapter Twelve
Dinner with the star quarterback of the Phoenix Scorpions was not what I expected. Football fans requested autographs, asked questions about the coming season, and even took a few pictures. Killian handled it like everything else he did. He smiled, made the pictures something to remember, and talked the talk about his team.
For the most part, once our dinner arrived, they left us alone.
“Sorry about that. I should have warned you.”
My teasing smile came through. “I’m sure it was hard for you the morning you took me and Lyle to breakfast and no one paid you any attention.”
“The only things hard that morning were my burning calves and my cock. All I could think about was getting you home and tapping that sweet pussy.”
I took a drink of water, looking around to see if anyone heard what he said. I was learning very quickly that teasing Killian had consequences. I’m not sure what came over me, but I decided to test my theory. I reached under the table and checked to see just how hard he was at that very moment.
A low growl came from deep in his throat. He turned slightly, reached his fingers up, and unfastened another button on my blouse. Now it was undone an inch below my breasts, though the fold of the material thankfully kept it from gaping open. I moved my trembling hand away and we went back to eating.
Mac the Knife was way out of my league.
The remainder of our dinner was uneventful. It was difficult knowing people watched our every move. Not that they cared at all about me, except maybe to wonder who I was. Killian was great at ignoring the blatant stares and asked me about my week.
I filled him in on the little things and began to relax. I couldn’t help noticing his eyes drift to my semi-exposed chest and it gave me a warm fuzzy feeling inside. I liked that he liked my small breasts.
“Dessert?” he asked, pulling me from my fantasy thoughts.
I had a sweet tooth, but I hadn’t seen him all week and my need for him far outweighed my need for sugar.
“No, thank you. What are our plans for the rest of the night?”
Without saying a word, Killian tossed two one-hundred dollar bills on the table, took my hand, and pulled me to my feet.
His warm breath tickled across my ear. “I want to fuck you until you can’t walk and then fuck you some more.”
Funny how I never thought I would like blunt sexual talk, but his words caused goose bumps to run across my skin. We walked to his car with my hand tucked safely into his warm grasp. He mechanically put my seat belt on while touching me as little as possible. He caught the slight smile on my lips.
“You drive me crazy.” He stood and closed the car door before walking around the car.
He adjusted the satellite station to a sports network and listened to team updates and analysis the entire drive to his house. He stopped his car closer to his front door instead of parking in the garage. My hand lifted to open the door then immediately dropped. I was learning and couldn’t help smiling over his ingrained chivalry.
It was now eight thirty and the Arizona sun was finally going down. A light desert rain shower had started on our drive and the wind had picked up. Instead of Killian immediately opening my car door, I noticed through the side mirror that he lifted the trunk.
When he opened my door, he held a blanket in one hand and grabbed mine with the other. I had no idea what he was doing until he stopped on the well-manicured grass and spread out the blanket.
“It’s raining.”
He kneeled on the blanket facing me. His hands came around my hips and I felt the slow slide of the zipper at the back of my skirt. The material shimmied down my legs. Killian slowly pulled down my panties so they rested on my skirt. He held my hand as I stepped out of them. A light mist of water covered his face as his dark eyes traveled up my legs. He cupped my ass and buried his face between the juncture of my thighs, nuzzling his nose along my needy sex. I heard him inhale, and for all of two seconds I felt self-conscious before letting go. Killian had a way of making me feel endlessly sexy.
He leaned back and pulled his shirt over his head in one seamless move. It made a wet splat when it hit the grass, but my eyes were on Killian.
Trails of water ran between the grooves of rippling muscles. His heavy breathing caused his chest to rise and fall, accenting each undulation. The air was hot and heavy, even with the rain. I loved running in this weather and I was discovering that I might like wet outdoor sex, too.
Killian suddenly stood and removed his pants as fast as the drenched material allowed.
“Do you want me to take off my shirt?” The sight of him fully nude made it hard to talk.
“God, no.”
He lifted me and had my back pressed against the wet blanket mere seconds later. He took the bottom edges of my new shirt and tore it open. I groaned in dismay, but then his palms covered my breasts. What the hell did a cheap blouse matter?
The rain fell harder and Killian came down completely on top of me. I circled my legs around his hips as he found that secret place with his cock. He put his arms to either side of my shoulders, lifting his chest off mine while his hips slammed forward. My fingers went to his pectoral muscles, sinking my fingernails into his skin. We were drenched, with the slapping of just our groins sounding between our moans and gasps for oxygen.
Killian fucked me. It wasn’t gentle or comfortable; it was more primal than I’d ever known. High, intense noises escaped my throat while Killian pushed into me harder and faster. My eyes closed against the rain and I felt every inch of his cock drive deeper.
I didn’t fall over the edge, I plunged. My pussy spasmed around his cock, making me cry out. White sparks flashed behind my eyelids and his loud moan filled the night as he made one last forward thrust.
My eyes slowly opened and I looked at the man above me. He held himself up using his gorgeous arms. I could just make out his facial features in the small amount of light shining from the fro
nt porch. His dimples accented his full lips.
“You’re getting the hang of this, Legs,” he said huskily.
Slowly, I let my hands fall away. He lowered his chest against mine then rolled so we were side by side on the soggy blanket.
“You couldn’t wait until we got inside?” My voice held embarrassed humor. Killian wanted me screaming and I’d come so close.
“I like the rain.”
The gruff words caused shivers to run over my skin. He pulled me tighter against him and licked water from the side of my face.
“My hair’s a mess.”
“Yes.”
I softly slapped his arm. “You weren’t supposed to agree.”
He gently pulled strands of wet hair off my cheek. “I like it this way.”
I decided that I liked it, too.
I had spent the entire week trying to figure out why Killian made me feel so good about myself. He spoke bluntly and sometimes got my feminist side up, but he always came back with something that made my breath catch. He gave brisk commands expecting to get his way and I usually gave in without argument. While we were apart, I wondered what he’d do if I didn’t comply. I could tell it wasn’t something he was used to. Killian MacGregor had “alpha control freak” down to a science.
I yearned for every minute I could spend with him before it all ended.
Chapter Thirteen
We dropped our clothes in the laundry room and then took a long, warm shower. Soap led to caresses and caresses to more. I was beginning to think everything with Killian led to more. We were too tired to watch a movie, so we went straight to bed after I braided my hair to ensure the wet mass wouldn’t dry hairy scary. Killian patiently watched me and then as soon as we climbed into bed, he slowly removed the hair tie and unfurled my handiwork.
“Argh, you must like the Medusa look on me.”
“Hmm,” he said tiredly and pulled me in close.
His musky, just-washed scent surrounded me as I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
The alarm woke me up.
“It’s Saturday,” I mumbled.
“You don’t run on Saturdays?”
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