Page 71 of Keep Me

I scoff. “I’d like to see her try. After the way she spoke to you tonight, she’s lucky I’m not doing worse.”

“Aww,” he says as he steps toward me, smiling. “You sound a little protective of me, mo ghràidh.”

I give him a twisted expression. “No. I just think she’s a bitch, and clearly, being a bitch to you ismyjob.”

He saunters up behind me, grabbing me by the hips and grinding himself against my backside. The intimacy still takes me by surprise, but it doesn’t stop the blossoming heat building in my belly.

I stand up straight as he brushes my hair away from my neck and kisses me delicately above my shoulder. Letting out a small hum, I let my eyes close as I savor the warmth of his touch.

Then I open my eyes and stare into the large mirror in front of us. My eyes devour the sight of us together. Something about it is satisfying, as if we fit so well together that I can’t possibly deny it. But the longer I look at us, the more shame I feel.

So I spin toward him and push him against the wall. Before he can say a word, I grab him by the neck and drag his mouth toward mine. I kiss him with fervor, devouring his lips and tongue. He matches my passion and kisses me back with just as much.

I feel his cock beginning to stiffen against my stomach, so I reach down and stroke it through the thick fabric of his kilt.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he mutters, pulling away from the kiss.

“What?” I ask breathlessly.

“I can’t do it in here.”

“Sure, you can,” I reply, pushing him back with a smile. Then I look down at where his cock is pitching a tent. “Because you certainly can’t go back down there with that.”

Digging a hand in my hair, he tilts my head back as he smiles down at me. “Then, maybe you can take care of that for me, darling.”

I quickly shove away, torn between wanting to cuss at him for teasing me with that pet name and desperately wanting totake care of that for him.

Naturally, I side with the latter.

My hand drifts downward, sliding his kilt up until I brush the fabric of his boxer briefs.

“Well, that’s disappointing. I thought you weren’t supposed to wear anything under these.”

He chuckles as he kisses my neck again. “It’s a wee bit cold out for that. Don’t you think?”

When I reach the waistband of his boxers, I gently tug it down, releasing his cock. The moment I have it in my hand, the heavy weight against my palm, I let out a mewling cry. He sucks eagerly on my neck as I stroke him, my fingers barely reaching all the way around.

“Wrap your lips around my cock, darling. I need to feel that mouth of yours.”

My core lights up with desire, and I don’t hesitate as he uses the hold on my hair to guide me to my knees. My head slips under his kilt as I pull down his boxers further to see his entire cock for myself. My eyes widen when I take in the size.

Long, thick, and bulging at the tip, I admire it for a moment too long. Wrapping my fingers around the base, I drag the headacross the surface of my tongue. He lets out a growling moan as I do.

Closing my lips around the tip, I taste the precum leaking as I suck eagerly, licking my way around the rim. He groans again.

“Do that again, darling.”

I tease the head of his cock again, flicking my tongue just under the tip. His hand finds my hair again as he guides his dick farther into my mouth. Having his impressive length on my tongue is satisfying, and I challenge myself to go deeper and deeper with each stroke. I wrap my hands around the base and fill the space my lips can’t reach as I suck, feeling the way he tenses on every upstroke.

I can’t get enough of his moans, so I chase them with each movement of my mouth. Arousal pools between my thighs. With my free hand, I gently cup his balls and massage them as I bob my mouth up and down on his shaft.

“Fuck me, mo ghràidh. That mouth of yours feels so good.”

When I feel him nearing his climax, I ease up. I’m not ready for this to be over. I’ve never enjoyed a blow job in my life, but hearing Killian’s praise becomes my motivation. I need more of it.

“Sylvie,” he mutters in a raspy tone. “Look at me.”

I pause my stroking and gaze up at him. Holding his kilt up, he stares down at me, his face frozen in pleasure. “Keep going.”

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