by Harper West
He licked and laved at it before sucking the little bud into his mouth. When I felt the sharp edge of teeth, I squeaked, but then whimpered when a hot rush of pleasure followed right after.
God, what was he doing to me? I felt like I was on fire, burning up for him, from just his hands and mouth on me.
I tugged at his hair, just to have something to do with my hands, and he allowed, laughing softly while he bit down harder.
His fingers mimicked the pinch on the other side, and I gasped, legs spreading wider.
"You're so responsive," he said, grinning at me when he pulled off of my tit. "You make the best noises, even when I can tell you don't want to."
I blushed darkly and let him go, looking away. I didn't want to see that smug expression on his face. Not then. Everything was a game to him, apparently. A power play. It was just him trying to see how far he could push someone—me, in this case-- until they fell into his hands and did what he wanted them to do. I was falling for it. I always fell for it.
My stupid traitorous body got wet and tight for him each and every time, keeping me from being able to pretend like I was above it.
He knew it. Of course, he knew it. He knew everything, or so he thought, but I wasn't exactly doing a great job of proving him wrong.
I could feel his eyes on me, but I didn't look up. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. Of course, that just made him want to have my attention more, and he started kissing down my stomach, swirling his tongue around my belly button on the way down.
Oh god, I knew where he was heading.
He ended up between my thighs, pressing biting kisses to the soft inner skin and letting his fingers dance feather light up toward my pussy.
I shivered and my legs spread wider, giving him more room.
I knew I was wet - there was no doubt that I would be - and when he started probing between my folds, I closed my eyes and let out a shuddering breath.
"Mm, you know," he said. "All this time I've been wondering what you taste like. I think it's time I found out, don't you?"
My eyes flew open wide, and I raised my head so I could look down my body at him, surprised. "I... what?" I said, sounding like a moron, I was sure.
Killian just grinned and leaned to lick a hot stripe up the seam of my pussy.
My mouth opened, but no sound came out. For some reason him being willing and eager to eat me out was a surprise. Oral sex always came off as one of those things you made a submissive do, or at least that was how he used it on me. There he was with his face about to buried in my wet folds, and my body tingled with anticipation.
He licked his lips and then used his fingers to spread me open so he could apply that clever tongue right to the spot I wanted it most.
"Oh my god," I moaned, eyes falling closed again. I let my head flop back against the bed and focused on breathing and not falling apart immediately.
Of course, Killian was amazing at eating pussy. He started slow and easy, working his tongue in straight lines, then looping spirals, sending shivers up my spine.
He was starting slowly, but it wasn't teasing. I didn't feel like he was doing it in mean way, more just... getting his bearings. Getting familiar with the neighborhood, so to speak. He made sure to caress every inch of my wet pussy with his tongue before he flicked the tip of it against my clit and then finally, finally let it spear into my hole.
I gasped and arched for him, eyes squeezed tight. "Killian," I moaned, because I couldn't help it. It felt fucking good, and I was acutely aware of who was doing this to me.
He just hummed in response and kept fucking me open with his tongue, working me until I was seeing stars and could feel that warm, spreading sensation that meant I was close to losing it for him.
I choked out a whimper, toes curling reflexively, and Killian seemed to be able to tell I was close.
He doubled down, licking into me and then sliding back out so he could lick my clit, getting his fingers involved in the way he already knew I liked.
It wasn't going to take much more.
I felt him swirling his tongue, like leaving his name in cursive script there between my legs, and I moaned his name again, bucking my hips and almost grinding against his face.
He stayed down there until I came with a soft cry. His hands wrapped around my thighs, holding me down so I had to take every little bit of it.
He licked me through my orgasm, setting off those aftershocks that had me shuddering and just on the edge of being too sensitive, and only when I flopped back against the bed, breathing hard and spent for the moment, did he let me go.
Of course, when he came back up, he was grinning, lips shiny and looking very proud of himself.
"You'll be happy to know that you're delicious," he said, and I pulled my arm over my face so I wouldn't have to look at him.
But Killian caught my wrist before I could do it, and he grabbed the other one as well, pressing my arms above my head and pinning them down the pillows above me.
I could see how hard he was, his cock flushed with need. I thought about convincing him to let me return the favor, but I'd sucked his cock a lot already. I wanted it somewhere else.
His eyes were dark as he looked down at me, and I swallowed hard, trying to meet his gaze with my own.
"Do you want this?" he asked, and I couldn't tell if he was actually checking to make sure or just trying to force me to admit I wanted him to fuck me. Probably both, knowing him.
I licked my lips and nodded, and he smirked. It was such an infuriating look, but I couldn't deny that he was hot as hell like this.
His fingers squeezed down around my wrists, keeping me pinned, and my breath caught. He was strong enough to keep me in place while he took what he wanted from me, and I was weak enough that in the moment, I wanted him to do it.
"Please," I groaned, legs still spread wide. I had literally just had an orgasm, but apparently, I was already craving another one.
"Greedy," Killian said. "Are you really that desperate to have me inside you?"
"Yes, dammit," I snapped. "I want you to fuck me."
"Good," he said. "Because that's what I'm going to do."
His free hand gripped his cock, and he lined it up with my hole, still wet and so desperately empty now.
Without any more teasing or waiting around, he pushed into me, shoving in hard.
It was so different from the dildo. There was just something about it being living flesh inside me that made me burn up with need. I could feel his velvety smooth skin rubbing against my walls, and I clenched around him, trying to pull him in deeper.
He groaned at the feeling, leaning up over me more so he could start thrusting.
"Fuck, you feel good," he panted, looking down at me. "I knew you would. You're so fucking hot and tight."
I would have put my arms around him, but he was still holding me down, still making me take everything he wanted to give me, and I wasn't even upset about it. It just felt too good. He snapped his hips forward, bottoming out in me in one sharp push, and it felt like I could feel it everywhere.
"Oh my god," I moaned, and I knew I was saying that a lot, but I didn't know how else to react. It felt amazing, and my whole body was alive with the pleasure of it.
I was still sensitive from my first orgasm, still feeling the sensations of those aftershocks, and each time Killian thrust into me, it just stoked that fire higher, and all I could do was whimper and lay there, watching him.
He was a magnificent sight, too. All tight abs and strong arms. He had no problem keeping me pinned down and working his hips at the same time, using his height advantage to his benefit.
Each time he thrust into me, he groaned, and at least I knew he was affected by this, too. It wasn't just me laying there, nearly on the edge of another orgasm.
He fucked me like he'd used that dildo on me, hard and fast at times and then sometimes switching to be slower, more languid. Each sensation was amazing, and it kept me on my toes, never letting me
settle into any one rhythm.
But for all his skills and tricks, Killian was still a man, and I could feel when his thrusts started to lose their measured pace, and his breathing was ragged because he was close.
I wasn't going to last much longer, either. Not with him fucking me harder and faster as he lost his composure, the sound of our skin slapping together ringing out in my bedroom.
I was moaning loudly, broken refrains of his name and "please" and "oh fuck".
"I'm so close," I managed, feeling that heat about to spread. It was going to be big and I knew I was going to be drowning in it.
"Fuck, Killian, right there. Don't stop."
He grinned down at me and stayed there, hitting that spot over and over again, hard enough that it shook my whole body when he pushed in.
I opened my mouth, but my scream was nearly silent, stealing my breath as I arched hard and fell apart, writhing under him as the pleasure seared its way through me, leaving me limp and breathless.
Killian followed soon after, pulling out and pumping his cock until he splattered his messy release all over my belly, marking his territory, I was sure.
I was too worn out to even be upset about it. I was floating in a haze of pleasure and good feeling, my body sore but pleasantly so. At least he hadn't gotten it on my sheets.
"You're very good for stress relief," he said, and I rolled my eyes, blocking out the sound of his voice so I could keep feeling good for a little while longer.
When I could get up and think straight, we were going to have to have a talk about him just showing up whenever he wanted and thinking he could have his way. For the moment, I just wanted to lay there and not have to care about anything.
Chapter 18
Ash
We developed something of a rhythm after that.
He stopped showing up to the coffee shop to harass me ("It's not harassment! I just want my coffee, and you happen to be there!), and I agreed to come over to his place on the weekends and let him do dirty things to me. If he wanted me to come to the club with him, I needed enough notice to make sure I could have a good outfit and psych myself up for being there, and when I needed money, I'd give him the same courtesy of notice.
It wasn't in the contract, but it was like we were working out our own rules for how this would go, making sure it would be sustainable for the next several months.
We were almost two months in, and aside from being embarrassed and turned on more than I liked and still disgusted with the way he wanted to conduct our sex life, it wasn't all that bad.
I'd dated jerks who were way worse than Killian, and not having to worry about money and where my next rent payment was going to come from took a lot of the pressure off of me and made a lot of the pain of dealing with him worth it.
Most of the time.
I was on the phone with him while I drove to a restaurant where I was meeting Laura for lunch. She had cut back her hours because she was getting more and more pregnant, so I hadn't seen her in a couple of weeks.
"You could come over," Killian was saying. "And save me from having to go over these documents."
"Poor you," I quipped, taking a turn. "You invested in something and now you have to care about it. It must be so hard to be too rich to have common sense."
"I'm going to make you pay for that attitude this weekend," he threatened, and I knew he would do it, but it was a Tuesday, so I had plenty of time to care about that later.
"Whatever," I said. "I can't come over, I told you have plans. I'm on my way to lunch with a friend. You're just going to have to jack off like everyone else. Or find someone else to fuck. Or, you know, just do the work you need to do like an adult."
"You're mean," he said, and I could hear the pout in his tone.
I rolled my eyes. We were getting along better now that there was some distance and it felt more like an arrangement than me having to always bend to his whims. I was learning that I could say no to things without the whole deal falling apart around us, because he needed me for this as much as I needed him.
"And you're a child," I replied. "I've gotta go."
"Fine, abandon your husband in his time of need."
"Gladly." I hung up, shaking my head and pulling into a parking space at the restaurant.
It was a small sushi place, and Laura was already sitting inside, sipping from a bowl of miso soup when I walked in.
"Am I late?" I asked.
She shook her head, blushing. "No, sorry. I was just starving. I haven't been able to keep anything down for the last couple of days, and then I woke up this morning craving miso and sushi."
I laughed, taking my seat. "Don't worry about it. I'm not going to take issue with the demands of the little nugget you're growing."
She grinned and put the bowl down, wiping her mouth before going for a sip of water. "I feel like I haven't seen you in forever. How are you doing?" she asked. "You look better."
"What do you mean?"
"Okay, don't get offended, please, but you used to like, wear your stress, if that makes sense? Like you always looked tired, and kind of hunched over, like you had the weight of the world on your shoulders. And now you seem so much brighter."
Huh. I never would have thought other people had noticed that, but when I thought about it, it made sense. I used to be so tired all the time, so worn down from working and studying and worrying. I never had time to do anything for myself or to take a day off or sleep in. It was no wonder people had worried about me. I probably looked like a zombie.
"I'm not offended," I told her, smiling a little. "I mean, you're right. I never thought about it like that, but you're right. Things were bad for a while there."
"And they're not anymore?"
I hesitated, not sure how much to reveal. There was a very large part of me that never wanted anyone else to know what was going on between me and Killian. I couldn't decide if it was because I was ashamed of it or what, but that was probably it.
It wasn't like I'd gotten a better job or turned my life around in any real way. I just had a ridiculously rich husband for a year who was making all the stress go away.
Eventually I was going to have to come up with something to tell people because I couldn't just get millions of dollars out of nowhere and have people not ask questions, but I had a little over ten months to figure that out, and maybe Killian would have some ideas.
I could claim I had a rich relative or something and that would fly with everyone but my parents.
Finally, I just smiled and shrugged a shoulder. "I've had some good luck, I guess. It turned some stuff around."
She beamed at me like she usually did. "That's wonderful. I'm happy for you. You know, I was really worried when you were talking about how bad things were, but I'm glad things have turned around." Laura leaned forward and her eyes were bright. "Does it have anything to do with our favorite silent hottie from that one day?"
More than anything I wanted to pretend like I had no idea what she was talking about, but I respected her too much for that. She'd been right there when Killian had walked in to be a presumptuous dick bag, and I'd fallen right into it.
I sighed and was grateful for the waitress appearing just then, asking for our orders so I had time to think of what to say. Of course, by the time I'd chosen sushi and my own bowl of soup, I was still no closer to having any idea what to tell her.
The truth, I supposed, was the best answer. Or a mild version of it.
Of course Laura was still looking at me expectantly when the waitress walked away.
"Sort of," I said, picking up where we'd left off because why not, right? "He wanted a date but then he offered for me to do some work for him, and he's paying really well. Like. He has way too much money, really well."
Her eyes were wide, and she nodded. "That's so cool. I was worried when you didn’t mention anything about the date, but I'm glad it was on the up and up."
"Yeah, me too," I said, wishing I could disappear into the floor.
"I mean, I'm not painting the nursery pink or blue or anything like that. Even if I did, a boy could have a pink nursery and vice versa. That whole rigid gender reveal thing is so annoying to me. All I want is my baby to be happy and healthy. Ten fingers, ten toes, everything in working order. I don't care what gender it is."
I nodded along, and it was so strange to me the differences in the things we had to worry about. Laura was starting a family with her husband, concerned with its future well-being more than anything else, and I was dealing with a sham marriage and the weird sex that came along with it.
It was a nice break from worrying about being kicked out onto the street, but it still made me feel like some kind of alien compared to Laura and her normal people problems.
Honestly, marriage and kids and all that were so far off my radar that I knew it would be years before I even had to worry about it. Well. The kids part. I was already married.
Laura was happy to carry most of the conversation while we ate, and she gave me a big hug when we went to part ways, telling me she hoped things kept being good for me.
"You're a good person and a good friend, and you deserve good things," she said, and then went to use the bathroom for the fifteenth time that day, apparently.
I walked back to my car, wondering how exactly my life had gotten so out of hand.
All I had to do was keep it up for another ten months, and it would be worth it. I'd have more money than I knew what to do with. I could help my parents and my friends. I could donate to charities and leave huge tips for wait staff when they needed it most. I could be there for people like I needed someone to be there for me, only without all the weird hoops to jump through, and that was worth it, right?
It was worth waking up in the morning, already throbbing, from some dream about Killian spanking me in front of a crowd, or making me suck his dick in the middle of a meeting or finding other men to use me while he gave orders...