Page 60 of Last Round

“I trust you.”

We’re obviously on two different sexual playing fields. But I know Killian would never do anything to hurt me.

I push the hem of his shirt higher. He sits up so that I can take it off before he lies back down. My finger traces over the raised lines of the tattoo on his shoulder:Ankle Holder. He has one on each side.

“Clever,” I tease before continuing my exploration of all the ink he’s decorated his body with since I last saw him. When I left, he had a partial upper sleeve, his knuckles done, some ink on his calf, and his family crest over his heart. Now there’s almost no flesh that hasn’t been touched. “You’ve been busy.”

“Yeah. Made friends with the guy at the parlor down the street. He even showed me how to tattoo myself—several of these are mine.”

“You tattoo?”

“For fun, sure.”

I scoot back so that I sit on his legs. He inhales sharply as my fingers walk along the curve of the rainbow that extends from his hip down to the waistband of his pants. “Is there a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow?”

“Something like that.” He grabs my wrist, stopping me from exploring farther south. “Are you sure?”

I lick my lips and nod. Killian releases his hold on me and rests his hands behind his head, giving me silent permission to continue. His breath hitches as I lower his shorts and briefs along with the sheet, his hesitancy from earlier now justified, as I gaze upon an intimidating masterpiece. Part of me wishes he caved while tequila was telling me I could conquer the world. Now my gut clenches with anatomical questions, wondering if it will fit, which is stupid since women are designed to expel much larger items from the same area. Still, a girl deserves a moment of panic with a few notes of excitement and curiosity.

I pause before touching it. “Can I?”

“Yes.” He swallows hard.

Starting at the top, there is a metal ball with a bar that extends down to tight skin by the head, at the end of which is another ball. Several more barbells cover his impressive length. I count them as my fingers climb down each rung in the ladder.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight…

“Do they hurt?”

“They did at first, took some getting used to.” I continue to gawk. “We’ll go slow,” he assures me after a minute, realizing that my question was more for me than him.

I crawl over his body and his cold, metal tip rubs against my clit as we kiss. Killian’s palms reach up so that he can grab and massage my breast while his piercing kneads my button. Then he lowers one hand, his fingertips teasing my entrance. It doesn’t take much for my body to quiver. Adding a second finger, he pushes them deeper, curving them as he applies pressure to my walls before sending me over the edge. He swallows my moans as our mouths remain locked. Killian continues to finger me. While it feels fantastic, it seems more purposeful than when he was fucking me with them last night. He makes a scissoring gesture before he adds a third, slowly pumping in and out as my hips rock to the motion.

“I’m ready,” I say between our mixed breaths.

He removes his fingers, reaches into the nightstand, and pulls out a condom. I sit up, giving him access as he tears open the foil with his teeth and tosses the garbage to the side of the bed. I watch intently as he rolls the condom over his length. He grabs a small bottle of lubricant and coats himself. Then Killian curls his finger and summons me to come closer. I reposition myself and align his tip with my entrance.

“We’re going to move at your pace,” he says with his hands on my hips for support.

I swallow down my panic. I’ve never been on top before.What if I’m bad at it?

“You got this.” Killian’s eyes lock with mine, as if he’s pouring his strength into me.

I grip his length, holding him steady as I slowly impale my body with his. My own natural juices mixed with the lubrication make sliding down smooth. Placing my hands on his chest, I brace myself.

One, two, three, four… five…

“Fuck…” Killian hisses.

There’s more to take, but I already feel so full. Lifting my hips, I rise up two steps and work my way back down.

Four, five… six…

“That’s it,” he encourages me. “You’re doing such a good job at taking my cock.”

His dirty words light a fire inside me and I repeat the same technique again.

Four, five, six, seven…

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