Nothing exists but the sensation of his thick length lodged so deeply in my throat. I start to struggle, pulling back against his grip as the reflex to breathe overrides every other sensation, but he doesn’t allow it. My heart thunders, and sweat steals down my spine as my lungs scream, drawing me to impossible lengths - then suddenly, he relents, and he’s pulling me free.
Coughing violently, I gasp wetly and suck in much-needed cool air in short, eager pants as his rough thumb drags over my lower lip. My vision blurs through the tears, and I glance up the length of his body, seeking out the grey anchors in this sea of breathless pleasure.
“Good girl,” he says down to me, and I smile uncontrollably before his cock is back between my lips, back down my throat, and the world burns up around me.
The pulse at my core floods pleasure intensely through my veins, and I drop my left hand from his thigh to reach under my dress. I slide my fingers over my slit, dipping into my folds and teasing over my clit as he fucks my throat and grips my hair so tightly I see stars behind my eyelids.
The first touch of my fingers draws a choked moan vibrating from my throat, and Killian moans in turn. I’m afloat, held in his hands as I delve my fingers deep into myself, and it’s stillnot enough.It’s not enough to bring me close to cumming even as Killian’s thrusts become wild and erratic.
He’s nearing his end, and he steps impossibly closer to me with a flurry of louder, panting moans. The movement presses my head back slightly, allowing him to fuck deeper into my throat and then he stills, buried deep.
His cock twitches inside my throat, and I gulp as heat floods down my esophagus while his fingers dig into my skull to hold me in place. I grip his thigh tightly with my right hand, nails piercing into his flesh as he grinds against my face. Then he pulls back, and the last pulse of his seed floods my mouth, coating my tongue in a salty tang. I swallow instinctively and a moan bubbles up as he finally slips free.
I collapse into a flurry of gasping breaths, swallowing him down with a low moan as my heart flutters violently in my chest, catching up on the loss of air. Quickly blinking the tears from my eyes so I can see, he releases his grip on my hair and steps back, panting heavily himself, and then he chuckles darkly.
“Couldn’t resist touching yourself, huh?” he comments and his shoe nudges the wrist of my left hand, still buried beneath my dress. I pull my fingers from my core with a soft whimper and lick my lips as his taste lingers on my tongue.
“Like I said,” I croak, “you’re not the only one addicted.”
I settle back on my haunches, squeezing my core as a tremor of pleasure pulses through me. It’s not enough. It’s not enough to just let him use me; I need my release too. I’ve been denied too long.
Killian runs a hand through his hair, licking his own lower lip as his cock remains hard in front of me, glistening from my saliva and taunting me. Then he drops a hand, palm upwards, offering me support to stand. I take it gratefully, climbing to my feet as my thighs tremble with the effort to remain upright.
A thought flashes sharply through my mind as he cups my cheek and kisses me hard, a crash of mouths and a delving tongue as he tastes himself on my lips.
I could use him too; I’ve waited long enough.
It surges hot through me as my nerves sing of desire for an end I’ve been craving since he left. I clutch at his shirt, prying it away from his shoulders as I push him back towards the couch.
He stumbles through the steps, his noise of surprise vibrating through me as he questions the movements. Until his legs catch the couch, and I shove him hard, careful of the bruising littering his torso. He falls onto the couch, thighs spread and arms falling open as I throw myself into his lap.
The movement allows his cock to brush against my heated core as I settle in his lap. We both moan deeply, his eyes widening as the realization sinks into his veins.
“Oh, Cara,” Killian purrs deeply, a sound so low that it reverberates around his body, tingling my fingertips as they rest on his exposed chest.
I run a hand lightly over the dark purple bruising before I lift my fingers and press them against his lips to silence any other possible complaint that could rise.
“Stay,” I instruct breathlessly. “It’s my turn.” Lifting myself onto my knees, I reach beneath to grip his cock and position it carefully underneath myself. His hips jolt upwards at my touch, and I tut softly under my breath as I settle back down and line myself up.
Ecstasy crashes over me like a tidal wave as I sink down onto his cock. Every thick inch fills me completely, the ridges caressing my needy walls, and it steals my breath away.
I need this. Fuck, I need this so badly!
His large hands land on my hips, gripping tightly as I settle into his lap, fully sheathed. A long, low moan works its way from my chest, and my heart beats so furiously I’m certain Killian can see it trying to escape its cage, right into his hands.
Our eyes meet and he leans up to kiss me, only I push him back with both hands on his shoulders. His eyes flash dark at being denied, but I start to move and all thoughts flee his eyes.
Rising up onto my knees, I drop back downhard, establishing a rhythm and leaving him pinned down to deny him his kiss.
It’s not real power, I know.
He has more than enough strength to take the kiss he desires and tear that control away from me, but it’s a pleasant surprise when he stays put and allows me my pleasure.
His head tips back against the couch, exposing his throat as I ride him faster, slamming my hips down, chasing the orgasm that has eluded me for so long. I lean down, licking up the long column of his throat and his moan vibrates against my tongue.
I pull back the moment he tips his head back down, still denying him his kiss.
Sweat beads my skin, causing my dress to stick to me, and in one movement, I tear the suffocating material up from my body and toss it away. Cool air brushes over my sensitive skin, but it’s chased away moments later by Killian’s rough hands stroking up my back and rib cage, and sliding around to grope at my breasts as I bounce in his lap. He grips flesh, thumbing over my throbbing nipples, and I cry out loudly, arching into his hands.