And then he was pulling me in, kissing me so erotically that I almost forgot we were in a room full of people. I fisted my hands in his shirt, trying my best not to lift my leg and wrap it around his hip.
A loud whistle cut us off, pulling away from each other panting and smiling.
"Alright, buddy, you can do that later. Right now, let me introduce your girlfriend to my wife." Olivier smiled at me, motioning to a stunning woman with a sleek black bob framing her foxlike face.
I mingled for the next two hours, trying my best to meet each of Killian's teammates and friends as myself and not his publicist. Everyone was so warming and welcoming, wanting to know about my life back home and how I put up with an asshole like Killian.
"You really like the old man, huh? Cause you know, I could show you how new dogs learn new tricks." Reese McAteer, one of the younger members of the squad winked at me.
"Shut it, Reese." Killian grumbled, hugging me from behind.
"I'm just saying, grandpa, you're a lucky bloke to be able to call her your girlfriend. Especially with how grumpy you always are."
"Oh, he is grumpy yes. But I know how to handle him." I winked and a bunch of his teammates roared with laughter.
Emma stood nearby, and I could see her gaze flick to Reese only every second or so.
"Reese, have you met my roommate Emma?" I called her over, trying to initiate something between the two of them. Call it being-in-a-relationship fever, you always wanted to try to set your single friends up.
"Hi." Emma took his hand, and I could see the blush spread through her cheeks.
His eyes went wide as he grabbed her hand, holding onto it for more than was politely called for.
I tilted my head back, looking at Killian and smiling. He bent down to place a scalding kiss on my neck, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer with everyone here.
"I want to be alone with you." I whispered in his ear, grabbing him through his pants as I shielded him with my body.
"Everyone get out!" He bellowed. I giggled as he began shooing everyone to the elevator, not even trying to hide the fact that yes, we wanted to have crazy sex and needed privacy. I hugged my roommates goodbye and raised an eyebrow at Emma as Reese escorted her out of the party with his hand on the small of her back.
When the last person had finally left, Killian stalked towards me with a devilish grin splitting his ruggedly handsome face.
"I have an idea." He whispered in my ear once he stood in front of me, running a sole finger up and down my bare arm.
"Okay..." I couldn't think, let alone form a coherent sentence with the testosterone coming off of him in waves.
"You want me to claim you out in public, that would be the end goal, right?"
"Yes." I shivered as his hand moved to the zipper on the back of my dress, slowly pulling it down tooth by agonizing tooth.
The material pooled at my feet, leaving me in my strapless black bra and thong and cream-colored heels. Killian's eyes were blazing as they raked over me, until he leaned over and kissed the spot on my neck that made my knees buckle before removing my bra. Then went the underwear, which he had me step out of as he laid one kiss right over my slit. I whined with greed.
"Go stand on the balcony. Put your hands on the railing and don't turn around."
His command sent raw need zinging through me, and I could feel the wetness coating the insides of my thighs as I walked in my heels over to the open wall of windows. I did as he said, pushing my butt up in the back, and waited for whatever came next.
He surprised me when he came to stand at my back, rubbing his massive erection between the cracks of my cheeks.
"I wanted to make tonight extra special for you. A night you wouldn't forget. They may not be watching, but here we are. Out to the world."
I shuddered at his rough whisper in my ear and then flinched as a soft material touched my hands.
"Don't move now." Killian stood next to me, looping one of the scarlet table cloths around my hands and the balcony, essentially tying me to the metal railing.
"Have you ever been tied up before?" His control was snapping.
"No. I never thought about it." I moaned as his tongue darted out to lick my shoulder blade.
"And what do you think about it now?"
"I love it..." I sighed, sagging against the restraints; my body felt so heavy with the need for release.
Killian slid back to stand behind me, his cock resting against my ass once more, so hot and pulsing that I thought he might brand me with it.
"You look so fucking gorgeous like this." He ran a hand down my hip as his other dove in between my legs, his fingers circling my wetness and spreading it to coat my entire clit and opening.
I whimpered, seconds from exploding. "What do you need, Leah?"
I had never done anything this dirty or taboo before. I found it heady, and such a turn on that I almost couldn't breathe.
"Your fingers...please."
He stuck two inside of me, going fast and hard, curling them up in just the right way to hit the spot inside of me that sent the world spinning on its axis.
I don't even know when the orgasm began or when it ended. All I knew was that I felt like I was flying off the balcony, a scream exploding somewhere in my ears that I realized later was my own.
As the last tremors of my climax work their way down to my toes, I heard Killian.
"Spread your legs wider, baby."
Baby. It was the first time he'd called me that. My heart warmed as I did as he asked. My hands pulled on the restraints, and I found that not being able to touch him but wanting to so badly only made me needier.
His thick head split my lips, and then he was cursing as he slid in all the way to his balls.
"Fuck, Leah. If you could see my view right now."
I groaned, feeling so full of him and yet getting no friction.
He bent over, putting a hand on my back to push my ass down. His dick twitched inside of me with the movement and I let out a long wail.
"Do you like showing the world just how good I make you feel?"
"Yes."
"Are you going to scream again when you come all over my cock?"
"Yes."
"Good, now hold on."
The lights of London below became a blur as Killian pummeled into me, no other sound filling the air but our grunts and the slapping of skin on skin.
Yes. Yes. Yes. I could hear the chant in my head as I reached that supernova state.
"Come for me, baby." Killian grunted, and that was all it took for me to implode.
He hefted my sagging body up as he thrust once, twice and then growled so loud as he emptied himself inside of me.
After untying me, he carried me to the bathroom where he cleaned me up, and then tucked us both into bed. I fell asleep next to my boyfriend, finally feeling completely secure in my life for the first time in a very long time.
21
Killian
Long, smooth strands of snowy white hair were grasped in my fist, my jaw clenched to the point of pain as she bounced up and down on my cock.
"That's it baby, ride my cock. I want your first orgasm to be right as those wheels lift off the ground, so you better hurry up."
"Killian, shhh! Someone will hear you!" Leah stopped her slow grind on my pelvis as the plane taxied down the runway.
"Leah, this is a private plane. The pilot and stewardess are in the closed cockpit. No one is going to hear."
I smacked her ass, which got her moving again, her pussy clenching around me like a vise.
She was straddling my lap, her tan pencil skirt bunched around her thighs. My trousers were thrown open, my belt somewhere around my knees. Her legs squeaked against the leather of the plane seat as she moved up and down my shaft, throwing her head back and groaning as she clamped me tighter and tighter.
This was a first for me too, joining the mile high club, and it was made infinitely sweeter by the fact that it was Leah half naked and writ
hing against my body.
The plane gained speed, zooming down the concrete strip as Leah began to cry out. Her hissed "yes" rang out just as we lifted from the tarmac. It caused her to lurch forward, the force with which drove her directly down onto my cock. Hard.
"Jesus fuck, Leah!" She ground against me, unable to hold her limp body up. "Put your arms on the table. Now."
She lazily leaned back, bracing the table in front of my seat. Her whole body was on display for me, those hard nipples, the color of raspberries, poking through her shirt. I grabbed her hips under her skirt and began moving her, sliding that sweet, wet pussy up and down my cock. I was using her body just liked she'd used mine, jacking myself into her tight walls.
"Fuck..." My climax was slow, but gripped me by the balls and didn't let go until I was shaking and my come was leaking down my cock after shooting up inside of her.
She collapsed onto me, where we stayed until we heard movement in the cockpit. I stroked her hair, kissed her eyelids, whispered soft, nonsensical things into her ear.
"We should clean up, love. They'll be bringing food out soon."
She whined but nodded, climbing off my lap which was now sticky but satisfied.
"Wow." Leah dropped back into her seat after cleaning up in the bathroom. "That was..."
"Amazing? I know. I'm a sex god, what can I say?"
She hit me gently, snuggling in as the stewardess came out of the cockpit to make us lunch.
"So tell me more about Florence." Her voice was a mixture of awe and excitement.
I was taking her with me to our Champions League match against ACF Forenza, an Italian team in the Serie A league. Not only would she be learning about international public relations, but I'd have the chance to take her around one of my favorite cities on earth.
"Florence is just...different than any place on earth. You'll see. And we'll have the house all to ourselves, the whole weekend."
I winked at her, looking forward to getting away from the hustle and bustle of London. In Florence, it felt more peaceful, like there just weren't as many people around to please.
"And we'll be staying at your house? Really, Killian, how many homes do you have?"
I thought about it. "Well, I have a small cottage in the Canary Islands, an apartment in France, my house in Florence, the apartment in London. And I think that's it. Oh shit wait, I do have some property in Los Angeles and Sydney as well."
She rolled her eyes. "Oh that's all?"
Leah began rifling through her leather work bag, and came up with a folder. "Okay, so when we touch down you have a presser at the stadium with the other Windingham players, and then you have a party to appear at for that Italian designer who made your suit for the BAFTAs last year. And then..."
I reached across the seat, took the sheet she was trying to memorize, and ripped it in half. Leah looked like she was about to have a coronary as her green eyes took on a violent hue.
"Killian! I needed that. What the fuck?"
I kind of liked it when she cursed. "I'm not going to that shit, Leah. I came here to play a match and vacation with my girlfriend."
"Well, I also came here to do my job!"
We stared at each other, annoyance hanging in the air.
"You frustrate the bloody hell out of me, you know that?" I broke first, taking her small hand in mine.
"It wouldn't happen half as much if you weren't so stubborn."
“Look who’s talking.” I grumbled as the stewardess set steaming plates of chicken and rice down in front of us.
“I really like you, Killian. But don’t forget, I’m not a punching bag or a doormat. I’m a strong woman, who also happens to be your publicist. The fact that I’m your girlfriend doesn’t give you the opportunity to back out on engagements that I’m supposed to supervise you at.”
I smirked, giving in after her adorable speech. “Fine. But if I have to go, I demand a blowjob on the limo ride to each event. It’s the least my publicist can do.”
Leah sighed and shook her head, tucking into her food and choosing to ignore me.
The rest of the flight was relatively silent, with Leah looking out her window in awe as we descended closer towards Italy. I couldn’t wait to get her to my house. On the outskirts of Florence, bordering a winery. It was private and secluded and I had this perfect fucking fantasy of sliding into her beneath the vines and grapes.
We made it through the landing, smooth by my standards but I had seen Leah gripping her seat as if it might eject her at any moment. My solution? Stick my tongue down her throat until she started moaning and forgot all about the giant tin can that was rushing at high speeds towards that cement runway.
After getting through the media mob in the airport, which threw relationship questions our way in English and Italian, we made it to the car. The media was still dogging us with questions, even after all of these months of us not confirming or denying, but just working together in a publicist-player relationship. It was actually quite maddening. For the second time in my life, I wished they would mind their own fucking business.
We made a quick pit stop at my villa, Leah being a brat and staying in the car as I rushed in to check on a few things.
"You could have come in with me." I sulked as I got back into the car.
"Then I would have been even more amazed than I am just staring at the outside, you would have given me a tour, clothes would have come off, yada yada yada. We have places to be."
I nodded to the driver to take off, and squeezed her hand on the seat between us.
"Even though you're a bloody slave driver, I'm still really glad you're here. And I can't wait for the yada yada."
We made off, zooming through Florence towards the stadium. Leah's beautiful mouth hung open the whole time, and she just kept saying, "And I thought London was beautiful."
I made the driver pull over, a quick pit stop I'd told the huffing Leah, at one of my favorite gelato stores. I came back with two cones, strawberry for me and stracciatella for her.
As we continued our journey to the stadium for the press conference, we licked our creamy treat, Leah making noises that were driving me crazy.
"I would have never pegged you as a strawberry ice cream kind of guy." She chuckled.
"First of all, this is not ice cream. It’s gelato. Jeez, you're so American. Second, I like all things pink. Although, this is definitely not as sweet as that gorgeous pink pussy of yours."
She nearly spit her gelato clear across the car as I just kept lapping at mine innocently.
Looking over, her fair skin had gone rosy and flushed, a few tendrils escaped from her updo and floated down, partially masking her olive eyes.
Yes, I was going to have a lot of fun with the yada yada yada tonight.
The rest of the day went pretty smoothly, with the Serie A presser and the event we attended that night. I only had two "Piss off" comments, which was less than usual, and Leah cleared them right up.
I just didn't care about any of it anymore. All I wanted to do was play the sport I loved and spend time with Leah. She'd come into my life and given it purpose again. A purpose I hadn't had since Eve died.
On the way back to the villa, we stopped to pick up dinner from Alle Murate, one of my favorite restaurants in all of Italy. I ordered the T-bone and the Chianina beef ragout, and our mouths were watering by the time we unpacked the takeout containers on the patio.
My villa overlooked Viali Vineyard and Winery, and I could literally walk off the edge of the raised Tuscan patio set in the back of my house and touch the vines.
Leah and I set the table to eat outside, and I ran down to my fully stocked wine cellar for a vintage Cabernet the owner of Viali gave me three years ago.
When I came back out, popping the cork as I walked, I was greeted by one of the most beautiful sights my eyes had ever taken in.
Leah stood on the edge of the raised patio, red brick stones under her bare feet. She'd changed into a white, flowing dress that now d
anced in the wind around her ankles. Her blonde hair, almost the same color as the dress, blew out behind and around her, caressing her neck the way my hands were dying to. She was like a picture, a priceless work of art that a genius painter had created in creams, roses and peaches. Against the setting sun and the acres of vines, she looked surreal.
I couldn't help but go to her. I set the bottle on the table and walked to where she was, grasping her by the waist and sinking my teeth into the fragile, slim crook of her neck. I tasted her pulse, which skittered as my teeth grazed it.
"You are the most beautiful thing to ever exist on this earth." I whispered into her ear as I ran my hands from her hips to ribs and back again over her dress.
Leah sighed, sinking back into me, letting me do whatever I bloody well pleased with her body.
"I have you to myself, in one of my favorite places on earth, for 36 hours. And yet all I want to do is strip you naked, feast on that glorious body and then fuck you so hard you won't even know what continent, let alone planet, you're on."
She let out a moan, trying to turn herself in my arms. I knew what she wanted, but I was going to play the asshole for a little. I let her struggle, using my bigger, stronger frame to pin her back to me, not allowing her to move.
"Killian..." She nearly growled.
I released her then and she whirled around, locking her hands in my hair as our mouths fused together. I tasted her, lapped at her tongue and lips until I was panting and she was practically grinding her hips against me.
"Stop taking advantage of me Miss Watson, I'm hungry."
I moved to the table and sat, primly dropping my napkin in my lap and pouring a glass of wine.
She hadn't moved from where we'd been attacking each other's faces. Her skin was flushed and her eyes looked glassy, and I could make out the round rosebuds of her nipples through her dress.
"Are you going to join me?"
I knew the grin on my face was a shit-eating one because Leah narrowed her eyes, shakily walking to her seat and loading her plate.
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