Page 53 of The Shadows We Keep

“I need you,” she mewls for me.

“I know. You smell divine.” She shifts backwards, trying to pull away at my comment, but my palms slap against her thighs and squeeze, ceasing her escape.

Leaning forward, I run my nose across her damp panties, inhaling. Fingers tracing up her thighs to the elastic against her hips, I pull hard, ripping the barricade between us. My tongue thrusts out, the taste of her explodes in my mouth. She’s wet, wanton, and waiting. When I feel the tug of her fingers in my hair, I back away and wait. A frustrated huff meets my ears.

I push back and hop to my feet, jumping over her body spread out on the gym floor.

“What the…” She doesn’t get to finish that sentence before her wrists are in my hand and I’m dragging her across the room, stopping when we hit the squat rack. Stealing a left-over tee shirt that’s dangling from the bar, I quickly tie it around her wrist, connecting it with the metal leg of the exercise equipment. She pulls against the restraint, but it doesn’t budge.

“Harkin, what are you doing?”

“You wanted to play. So, let’s play.”

TWENTY-TWO

KEIRA

Mind Games – Sick Kick

His massive body towers above my helpless one. The struggle to free my hands is a feeble attempt. He’s too good with a knot and deep down I have zero desire to break free, but it’s fun to play the part. I glare at him as he accesses the situation, retreating to pick up the discarded blade before returning with a gleam in his eye.

He handles it with such grace, balancing the tip of the blade on the pad of his finger before flicking it into the air and catching it in the opposite hand. It’s mesmerizing to watch, which is why I’m calm when he stalks closer. He squats next to my prone figure, outlining my curves with the silky metal. His eyes are dark and focused on every rise and valley it follows.

I work to keep my breaths even against his wandering touch, but it’s the fast as lightening movement when he splits the rest of the shirt from my body that causes my breaths to quicken. Frosty air from the AC breezes across my skin, pulling goosebumps to the surface. It’s a slight reprieve from the fire in my veins igniting from his constant exploration.

My legs rub together shamelessly, trying to dull the ache in my pulsing clit. My desire coats my inner thighs, slick with my need for more of his tongue, his fingers, and hopefully, finally, his cock.

“Harkin,” I whine unabashedly voicing my craving for him.

“Mmm?” His gaze roams freely, his touch ghosting against my skin.

“You look beautiful like this.” His appreciation shines through his tone.

“Please.” The plea slips past my lips, but it doesn’t hurry his movements.

“You know, I’ve never had you like this? Sober. Every time you’ve let me near you, in you, you’ve been drunk.” His eyes are predatory as he walks back and forth around me, still refusing to make a move.

I’m done waiting.

My knees drop out toward the ground, opening me up wide for him to get his fill. My body gyrates against the floor, searching for an ounce of friction to grant me a semblance of relief. The movements do nothing to soothe the ache building inside. My taunting intrigues him, and his eyes darken as they rake down my entire body.

“You’re asking for it, little one.” His tone’s laced with a hint of deviltry.

A sudden blur has him straddled on top of me, his hand wraps around my throat, those striking eyes piercing into my soul. His weight feels delicious. The view of his chest is a welcome distraction, but it’s the sweats covered bulge between my thighs that rips a moan from my throat.

Wrapping a leg around his waist, I pull him closer, deeper against my center, grinding my hips in a frenzied hunger to dull a fraction of my need to come. His hand tightens around my throat as he tries to pull away, but my leg only tightens further. The glint of glee in his eyes when he realizes I’m fighting back, only spurs my insolence on.

“If you come, I promise you’ll regret it.”

My movements cease in an instant, and he knows he’s won. The pressure around my throat lessens as my leg drops from around his body and he pulls back. He looks down between us. The wet spot on his pants heats my cheeks in embarrassment.

“Aww, isn’t that sweet?” he mocks, tracing my cheeks with his fingertips. “There’s no room for that between us. So, get that thought out of your head right now.” His touch doesn’t linger against my face long before my clit feels a tight pinch and a dark growl leaves his chest.

“If I can’t come. Can I make you?” I’m desperate to taste him for the first time. His weight shifts off me as he stands, taking me in. The gray sweats hit the floor and he’s gloriously naked. His cock is the epitome of perfect, thick, and hard. The head tinged purple and when he shifts, I get a glimpse of the vein that runs up the side. My mouth waters in anticipation to take him deep and make him just as needy as he’s made me.

“Is this what you want?” The rough tug of his cock pulls a drop of pre-cum from the tip. My tongue licks against my lips before I bite down to tamp my eagerness. But my chin nods in answer.

He kneels over my chest, cock proud before me. Tapping his thickness against my lips, my tongue leaps out, searching, licking against the saltiness leaking free. He hisses at the contact, spurring me on. When his hips push forward, his cock shoves deeper, my cheeks hollow, my tongue dances across his velvet skin. But it’s when he falls toward the ground and pushes down my throat, I finally get what I want. The moan that leaves his mouth followed by a sharp ‘fuck’taunts me.

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