"Shit!" I pushed the brunette aside, my brain, heart and body spurring me forward in search of Leah.
The club was an actual zoo as I waded through the throngs of bodies, people shouting my name from every corner as I tried to keep my head down and ignore them. I tried the loos first, having no luck when I actually opened the women's toilet door and yelled in to see if she was in there. That got me a couple heckles and jaw drops.
She wasn't at any of the side bars, or the main dance room. I'd run out of places and came to rest in a utility hall when I heard a sniffle further down the corridor. There, swamped in darkness, was Leah wiping a lone tear off of her delicate cheekbone.
"Leah..."
She startled, bristling when she saw it was me and attempting to pass me on her way out of the hallway. "What do you want, Killian? Unless you have some real business at this party that you need my help with, leave me alone. Go back to your super classy dance partner."
"Stop...just wait. I...are you okay?"
I'd grabbed her arm, blocking her from retreating.
Rolling her eyes and never meeting my gaze, she backed up further into the darkness again and out of my touch. "Oh, I'm just peachy. What do you care anyway? I'm just a...what was it? Slag, right? Will you be doing any media tonight? Because if not, I'm just going to go."
"And what, hook up with your new friend, love?” I couldn't help myself. The tequila was making my veins heat, and I was getting too agitated being in such a small space alone with her.
"You may be older than I am, but you're a fucking child, Killian. You're only cocky and brash because you're so god damn afraid of the world and what people really think of you. Tell me what you want, or let me go."
She'd hit the nail so bloody correctly on the head that I was stunned into silence for a moment. And all caring fled. Gone. Out the window. Because even if she was only trying to get near me for the status, or if she only wanted to keep this professional, I didn't care anymore. I wanted to fuck her too damn bad.
"Fuck me, Leah, I want this even though I shouldn't. Even though I have no idea who in the hell you are, I want to ram myself inside of that tight, dripping pussy until we both can't remember our names. And I know it's dripping right now, love, because fighting with me gets you wetter than you’ve ever bloody been in your entire life. And you know it does the same for me.”
Then I kissed her. I grabbed onto that shimmering, velvety skin and dragged her lips to mine, bruising and assaulting them with sucks and nibbles that could have given both of us third degree burns.
I palmed her exposed back, sliding my hands below the loose material to grab her ass. My cock jumped, heavier than a cement slab in my pants now, when I felt around, my fingers touching nothing but bare, milky flesh.
"Fuck, you're not wearing knickers?”
I nearly choked on my tongue when Leah flicked her eyes to mine, dirtiness and desire swimming in those green orbs.
"You're a naughty girl. I think I like American girls from Oklahoma.”
A laugh caught in her throat as I stuck my other hand into the cutout in her dress, both of my callused hands kneading and pulling apart her ass cheeks. I ground myself violently into her stomach as we rolled along the wall, each vying for control from each other every other minute.
Leah started tracing a pattern with her tongue on my neck, making my head swim and my hands reach for my belt. I didn't even care that we were in a public hallway, I had to free myself right now or I might lose a ball from the claustrophobic state of my pants.
With my other hand I reached along the sheet rock as Leah shoved her hands up under my untucked shirt. She raked her nails along the grooves of my abs, moaning as she pulled at the hair on my victory trail that led down between my legs.
My fingers hit something metal, and looking sideways I clutched a doorknob.
"In here now. Before I fuck you against this wall where anyone could see."
I pulled her into the room and we were greeted by darkness. Through the sliver of light coming through the door I could see mops, cleaning supplies and rags hanging around us.
Leah stood a foot away from me, visibly nervous and I could almost hear the doubt seeping into her brain. I didn't care.
"We are not going back out there until I've made you come so hard, you can't see. I don't give a shit if you are second guessing this, little lamb. If I don't fuck you right now, I may die. So be a good girl, do your job, and turn around."
Heat and desire flooded her eyes, and I could see her body sag with the weight of her impending climax already. She turned toward an open space on the wall as I finished undoing my belt.
Coming up behind her, I pushed the scrap of black she wore up past her hips. Her ass dangled in front of me, plump like a ripe peach and spread just a little as she separated her legs and pushed her hips back.
Clutching my zipper, I canted my hips forward, dragging it down against the curve of her ass. She hissed as the metal scraped against her, but I could smell her arousal so sharp it had my teeth chattering in anticipation.
"How did those American boys give it to you, Leah? Did they ever make you come?"
I pushed my pants and boxers past my hips as she panted against the wall. When she didn't answer, I spanked her, my palm marking the white skin of her behind. Leah yelped and moaned, pushing her hips back further in hope that I'd alleviate the growing burn in her clit.
"Answer me. Did they make you come?"
She tilted her chin up, her nose in the air and I knew she thought she wasn’t going to answer me. Thought she was going to outplay me. I smacked the other cheek, harder than the first blow I’d landed and her voice was a keening sob.
"No." Her voice was reed thin and needy, so strained that I almost plowed into her right then.
Instead, I slipped two fingers into her mouth, slowly fucking her tongue and throat with my digits. When she'd gotten them wet enough and I could feel her thighs tighten and shake against the front of my own, I removed them, not slowing down until I slipped them inside of her.
Our grunts filled the air as my hand filled her, building speed as I rested my own throbbing cock against the globe of her ass.
"I'm going to make your pussy memorize me. I'm going to brand it. I'm that good. My cock will be ingrained into your tight little slit so that any time you try to fuck someone else, you won't even feel it. You'll be wishing he was me. Every time, Leah."
She cried out as more wetness coated my fingers, her pussy milking my fingers so hard that I was about to burst just from stroking myself against her ass.
"Are you on birth control?"
She nodded, not even able to form words I was working her body over so well. She was shaking so hard that I had to hold her up with my free arm, gripping her around the waist.
"Good. Because I'm about to fuck you harder than you've ever been before. And I want nothing between my cock and those slick walls."
The world stopped as I lined myself up to her entrance, pushing her lips apart just so. We both breathed, ragged and harsh, knowing that in minutes we would be destroyed.
My cock impaled her, driving all the way to the hilt before stopping.
"Fuck. God damnit." I spit out as Leah cried, a helpless, primal sound ripping from her throat.
I grab her hip in one hand and her neck with the other, turning her face so that she would look into my eyes.
"You love stars so much, yeah? I'm going to make you see them."
The gasp caught on her lips as I began to pump frantically into her, holding her slim body in my grip as if she was a doll that I could just thrust about on my dick. She felt so fucking good, it was euphoric, doing this with her.
My muscles sang with pain and tightness, my cock ached to release. My balls slapped against her clit and lips, and the sounds bursting from those scarlet lips were making me dizzy.
"Killian...ah, oh my god. I'm going to..."
She didn't even finish the sentence before her body went rigid and then be
gan to spasm from the center out. Her hands slipped off the wall and I had to smash us both against it to keep her from falling while I bucked my hips in an unskilled rhythm.
I was racing for the finish line, my balls pulling up so close to my body, the head of my cock leaking come inside of her already.
“You want me to fill you now?” I grunted, wanting to hear her answer before I exploded.
“Yes…please…”
Her throaty whisper sent me flying off of the cliff, growling and gripping her throat as I shoved into her over and over again, my dick spurting hot jets of semen inside her.
When the last tremors of my climax left my body and my senses started working, I finally heard the pounding on the door.
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Leah
I started to laugh. I couldn't help it.
Big, obnoxious belly laughs as Killian stood there, his dick still half hard in his hand.
"Pull your dress down!" He hissed, which only made me giggle harder. I think it was the orgasm. No, I'm sure it was. I was so high off the climax that had just ripped through my body that I couldn't control my reactions right. And his accent, god it only made me needy again, a flood of warmth between my legs making me gasp.
The person was still knocking on the door as Killian tossed a rag at me to clean myself up with. Oh yeah, guess I couldn't exit this room with his come dripping down my thighs.
He was busy tucking himself back in and threading his fingers through the black locks that had dislodged themselves.
Another post-climax shiver wracked my body, and I grinned. God that was amazing. And intense. And dirty.
I'd never had sex with anyone other than Taylor in anywhere but a bed. In any position but missionary. And I'd never come. Sure, I would have settled for a small orgasm, like the ones I gave myself occasionally.
But that? It was like a nuclear missile had hit my body. It was as if an asteroid had blown apart inside of me. I had never, ever felt like this.
I hadn’t meant to have sex with Killian. Hell, when I’d thought about coming here tonight I hadn’t even really wanted to see him. I wanted an explanation from him, I’d wanted to stand up for myself. But his ego was always two steps ahead of me, firing back at my sarcasm and wit even faster than I could dish it out. And then he’d gone and practically fucked that brunette on the dance floor.
It had bruised my ego, but he wasn’t supposed to see that. There I was, I’d tried hard to look unforgettable tonight, to tempt him just a little and put the ice queen act on to get him to take me seriously again. But then he’d gotten so close, his smell and that gorgeous face and dispelled any rational thought from my brain. The only thing that had been chanting on repeat through my mind was “kiss me, kiss me, kiss me.” And he had. And I couldn’t do anything but hang on for the incredible ride.
"We have to go." Killian's voice was urgent as he finally straightened, pulling two 50 Pound bills out of his wallet that I glimpsed in the sliver of light coming through the door frame.
My eyes narrowed. "What the fuck is that for?"
He glanced at my body, finally cracking a grin, those full lips tipping up. "Don't worry, Leah. That one was a freebie. Plus, you had already owed me, remember? The night you pushed me away in Leceister Square. This is for whoever is insistently pounding on that door."
He yanked it open, revealing a scrawny bus boy or bar back. Killian thrust the large bill into the kid's hand and grabbed my other one, pulling me out of the room.
"You didn't hear anything, right?"
The boy nodded, his eyes going saucer wide as he realized who we were. Hopefully he wouldn't spill details to the press, but Killian didn't let us linger long enough for me to make sure.
He dropped my hand as soon as we were out of the hallway, the music and boom of the club invading my system again. I suddenly felt my skin pebble with coldness and emptiness.
"You're okay to get home?"
His abrupt nature steeled me. I hadn't known what to expect after how we just mauled each other in the closet, hadn't even stopped to think about what our relationship would look like after, but I was still hurt by his apathetic tone. Two could play this game, then.
"Oh, no you don't. I came here to handle your media, and so we're going upstairs to do some interviews. Just because you just fucked my brains out in the closet doesn't mean you get out of doing the work you're so clearly trying to avoid."
And with that I strutted out of the hallway, feeling his eyes on my ass the entire way to the first floor of Zoo Bar.
I pointed Killian in the directions of various media who were chomping at the bit for an interview, where he dutifully answered questions and plugged the protein drink brand that was hosting this party.
When one of the reporters asked him how his night was going, his eyes slid over to me, heat licking at those gorgeous blue pupils. "This is one for the record books."
* * *
The first two weeks of classes flew by in a blur of syllabus packets, learning curves and running around the Hale campus trying not to be late.
Turns out that the grading system over here is ten times harder than in America, and professors gave way less study materials and help. Another thing I realized was that teachers had apparently gone easy on me since I had been Taylor Mason's girlfriend. Some of the terms being used in the lectures I sat through at Hale flew over my head, and I knew I was in deep shit if I didn't find a study group soon.
January gave way to February, which was passing in a blur. We were so close to Valentine's Day that I'd started seeing decorations in store windows anywhere I went. My heart hurt whenever I caught a glimpse and tried to scurry past. It wasn't like I missed Taylor. Hell, I couldn't even if I wanted to because he wouldn't stop drunk texting me. But I did miss being a duo. For five years, I had been part of a pair, no matter how flawed it was at the end. I had never experienced the kind of loneliness girls post about on Facebook during this holiday.
And it was just as they said. Lonely. Miserable seeing the lovey-dovey displays of affection couples posted about each other. The pictures of beautiful jewelry or stuffed animals that some of the girls back home were receiving. I wanted to curl up with Ben and Jerry, the two boyfriends single girls had always talked about.
But I was getting some of the best sex of my life. Okay, let me rephrase. THE best sex of my life, because any intimate moments I had with Taylor just did not compare to how Killian worked my body.
With my school schedule picking up, his practice, and us simultaneously working on his media strategy together, we barely got a minute alone. Either Jimmy was there, or we were going over interview prep in the car on the way to an appearance, or something.
But god, when he did corner me? It was like our hands and mouths and anatomy were magnets to each other's bodies. He made me so crazy with desire and lust that I was practically coming on his hand the minute he started warming me up.
Things after the night at Zoo Bar had been tense but teasing and playful, each of us dropping little innuendos when we weren't within earshot of anyone else. Killian had ended that game when he'd pulled me into Jimmy's office bathroom while he was out to lunch and fucked me on the sink.
Then there had been the limo ride to a charity ball, where Killian had disappeared under my gown and made me come so hard with his tongue that I couldn't breathe properly as the car pulled up to the entrance of the swanky mansion.
And then two days ago, when I'd rode him on the bench in front of his locker long after the team had vanished after practice.
It was spectacular. And not just the sex, but the mystery of it all. The little game we played, finding new and exciting and PUBLIC places to fuck each other's brains out. I'd never been this girl. I was a rule follower, the good one. I didn't have secret trysts with men eight years older than me who also happened to be my boss.
It was an unspoken agreement that we didn’t talk about the media. I was always nervous about whether we’d be caught, whether we were being c
areful enough, whether the media would catch a piece of information and run with it. But not enough to stop. It actually added an element of arousal, because the idea of getting caught, or the idea of the kind of affair we were having, turned me on.
A tingle started between my thighs as I sat and watched Killian warm up for the match against Bromfield. Windingham was home, on their own pitch, and apparently it was the place to be on Valentine's Day. Couples were dressed in their red jerseys to support Killian and his teammates, Windingham scarfs resting around their necks.
That was one of the differences between American football and English football. For one, their fans were batshit crazy. Football fans back home were loud, but these people were manic. They lived and died by their team. They sported scarves, face paint, airhorns, you name it.
Soccer (yes, Killian had already threatened to murder me if I used that word) was also a much more athletic sport than American football. These players ran for a straight 45 mins, as opposed to the stop and go and TV timeouts of what I was used to back home. It was exhausting just watching them.
The game started and Windingham went on offense right away, getting in Bromfield's half and staying there, putting pressure on for about 20 minutes before finally scoring. To be honest, I found it all a little boring. Except for when Killian was in control. Then, my heart sped up and leapt into my throat until the inevitable whooping shout resounded when he scored.
Killian and his teammates won the game easily. I walked into the press room hoping for an easy postgame when Killian pulled me aside.
"Leah, I want to introduce you to Olivier Claude, our goalie."
He pointed to a massive figure standing to my left, and I turned, my gaze tipping up to look into the warm hazel eyes of a decidedly European looking man.
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