Page 68 of Beautifully Complicated

Yeah, in hindsight that’s probably what I should’ve done. But I can’t change it now. I’m the one who asked for this. Begged really. I can’t show fear or second thoughts. I’ve got to take charge. March right in there and get down to business.

My cock throbs between my legs, totally on board with that idea.

Horny bastard.

I’m still nervous as the car pulls up to his cute little bungalow-style home, but less so than I was now that I have a plan in place.

I rap confidently on the door, pasting a hungry look on my face.

A savory scent wafts from the house when Kier opens the door, and for a brief moment I’m tempted to forgo that plan and eat the dinner he says he just pulled from the oven, since I know what a sweet gesture he intended to make by cooking. But he looks so sexy barefoot with a dishtowel slung over his shoulder that I stick to my original idea.

Placing a hand on his chest, I gently but firmly back him into the house, kick the door shut, and press him against the wall, exactly as he did with me when he took me to his hotel room.

“The only thing I want in my mouth right now is your dick. And after that, I’m gonna put mine in your ass. And after that, if you’re up for it, you can have mine.” I crush my mouth to his, stealing his response. I don’t even know what it would’ve been, I just know it doesn’t matter.

I need him.

His mouth opens with a throaty sigh, tongue meeting mine with the same urgency I feel in my bones. The same desperation to make up for months of lost time that’s consumed my every waking moment since I stepped into his office just over five months ago.

The tiniest hint of stubble scratches my face as I tilt my head to deepen the kiss, the slight burn a welcome reminder that this is real. My mouth is plastered to Kier’s, sharing his air, his cock stiffening against my thigh.

“Leanbh.” His fingers tunnel into my hair, holding my face to his. “We have more than one night this time,” he says, even as he pulls me closer.

“Don’t care. Too horny.”

“Is this what life will be like with you?” One of his hands leaves my hair to cup my dick, kneading it gently over the denim covering it. “Demanding sex first thing when you walk in the door to our home?”

My lips freeze against the jaw I’m nuzzling. “Our home?” I mumble.

“Did you think we’d start a business together and live separately?”

I pull back just enough to see the comforting smile on his face, the hand on my cock virtually forgotten. “I hadn’t thought about it.”

“Well, I have. And when I finally get to call you mine in front of everyone, we won’t be sleeping in different beds.” A slight tingle between my legs reminds me he’s palming my dick, and my hips develop a mind of their own, pushing into him wantonly so he resumes rubbing it. “Is that a yes? You’ll jump me every time you walk in the door?”

“Maybe.” I lick along his bottom lip before nipping at it playfully. “If you can keep up.”

“That hasn’t been a problem so far.” Keir drags his fingers over the denim before cupping me again.

“I’m willing to test that. Take your cock out and put it in my mouth.” I give him a long, lewd kiss and drop to my knees, licking my lips hungrily.

Kier’s fingers shake as he unfastens his pants and pushes his clothes off his hips, freeing his beautiful dick. It bobs enticingly a few times, settling when it’s pointed right at my mouth.

Palms on Kier’s thighs, I lean forward to rub my cheek along his length, inhaling deeply so I can fill my lungs with his scent. I didn’t get to do this the first time, and I’ve always regretted it. Yet as I breathe in his musk that has a hint of fresh air and pine—most likely from his soap—I’m actually glad to be discovering it now. It gives this moment an added intimacy that we’ve earned through months of hardship, making it somehow more poignant.

“Leanbh.” Kier’s voice is both relieved and pleading, exactly the way my own would be if I tried to speak. Since I’m not capable of that, I nuzzle my way back to his crown and feather my lips over its surface.

His thick length bobs again, begging for more, but I have no intention of rushing this. Aside from the fact I want him near delirious with need, his cock is a work of art that deserves careful attention. Soft, loving caresses that express my admiration, which will be followed by desperate, relentless sucking when he can’t take any more.

I do take a little mercy on him and palm his nuts, rolling them gently around my fingers as I lavish his tip with languid kisses.

Kier’s thigh muscles flex under my hands, betraying the effort it’s taking for him to hold still while I savor his cock. My own are shaking with the restraint it takes not to swivel my hips in a vain attempt to increase the friction on my dick, but this moment is all about him, so even if they’re too weak to hold my weight later, I’ll stay kneeling until his release fills my throat.

“Leanbh,” he moans again, fingers tightening their hold on my hair. I open just enough to fit his crown in my mouth, slurping gently at the smooth head while his hips lose the battle to stay still and press slightly forward, silently asking me to take a little more.

I will, just not yet.

Peering up from under hooded eyes, I take in the erratic rise and fall of Kier’s chest. The plump lips parted just enough to breathe. The rosy cheeks coloring his fair complexion.

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