“Fuck,” he grunts as his head falls forward again, his hazel eyes dark with desire.
I lean forward and swipe my tongue across the head of his cock, collecting the pre-cum beading there as I do. He makes a strangled sound at the back of his throat as my hand tightens around his length.
“I don’t imagine that I’m the first man you’ve played with,” I don’t pose it as a question, but I still, desperately, want to know.
He shakes his head quickly, his eyes locked on my hand as I stroke him. “No,” he rasps, “but it’s been a long time.”
I can’t help but grin before I wrap my lips around the crown of his dick and start to take him into my mouth. I press my tongue against the bottom of his shaft, loving the way his eyes go unfocused when I slide over his piercings. His hands come forward and slide into my hair, gripping hard and making my cock throb in my pants.
I want to take myself out and relieve some of the pressure, but I don’t. Not yet. It’ll be so much better when I finally do if I wait.
I bob on his cock a few times before I slide off with a slurp. “You deserve this, Killian,” my voice is hard and on edge.
He shakes his head, his voice full of vulnerability, “I don’t. I fucked up today.”
My eyes harden as I look up at him and take his cock back into my mouth to prove a point. I move up and down his length, hollowing my cheeks and sucking a little harder, loving the way his fingers tighten in my hair. When he starts to pump his hips, forcing me to take more of him and hitting the back of my throat, a sick thrill bubbles up inside of me.
I pump my hand in time with my mouth, loving the taste of him on my tongue. I can tell he’s getting closer; I can feel it with every thrust of his hips. I reach up with my other hand and roll his balls in my palm.
He shouts, desperation lacing his tone, “Jude! If you don’t stop, I’m going to come.”
I arch an eyebrow and almost fucking shiver when he smiles wickedly. He really is gorgeous—broad, tattooed and a little wild. I love seeing him like this, it’s so much better than the broken man who was pacing in the living room moments ago, thinking the world was crumbling at his feet when it wasn’t.
Everything will be fine with our girl, I know it.
Coyle is going to take care of her, and Killian needs me to do the same for him. I’m more than happy to.
Killian clenches his jaw and grits out, “You want to swallow my cum, don’t you? You want to taste me?”
I suck a little harder in response and he moans as he starts to thrust faster, some of his resolve to be gentle falling away. Good. I don’t want gentle. We’ll treat our girl like she’s glass and precious, but here, between us, we can be as hard and rough as we need to be, as we crave to be.
Killian’s grip tightens in my hair as he starts to fuck my face. When the tip of his cock hits my throat again, I swallow and give his balls a squeeze. I have a front row seat for the moment Killian falls apart. All because of me.
“Fuck,” he moans, holding the word out as he pushes a little deeper into my throat and unloads.
The first two spurts, I don’t get to taste, but then he pulls back enough that he finishes on my tongue. I swallow with every burst of his seed, warmth filling me. He’s a panting mess as he pulls his cock out of my mouth, my lips tight around him, cleaning him off as he pulls free.
He stumbles back as I stand up, my cock painfully hard. “Holy shit, Jude,” he’s breathless and wide eyed.
He’s fucking perfect.
Gripping his shoulders, I spin us until we’re next to the couch. I’m not gentle when I rip his shirt off and turn him around. I push him down over the arm of the couch, fucking perfect. “Ass up, Kill, my cock is begging to be buried inside of you.” I lean over him and nip at his earlobe. “You’re going to love it, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” he groans and widens his stance. “Fuck me, Jude.”
“Don’t.” I slide my hand down his spine, watching goosebumps cover his skin as I do. “Move.”
He moans as I step away, shedding my clothes before I open a drawer in the coffee table and grab lube. When I look back, Killian is watching me with wide eyes, and I smirk.
“You never know where you might need lube,” I tease him.
He chuckles, but the sound dies when I step back behind him, flipping open the tube and squirting some on my hand. I stroke my cock with it and almost get lost in how fucking good it feels. It’s not anywhere close to the relief I need though.
When I start to lube up his ass, Killian jumps. Maybe another time I would soothe him, but not right now. I’m on a hair-trigger and I need to bury my length in him right fucking now.
I stretch him, loving the sounds he’s making as I do. He pants out the words, “Fuck me, please.”
“I’m going to fuck you, Killian. I’m going to fuck all the doubt and self-recrimination right out of you.”