Page 57 of Arrogant Bastard

I refocus to find his eyes on me. He hasn’t stopped what he’s doing to my breasts, but his eyes are growing speculative, a part of his mind bypassing thoughts of sex to decipher what’s going on in mine.

I close my hands over his, and he pauses, his gaze inquiring. Without speaking, I shift back on my elbows until I’m halfway up the headboard. Fluffy pillows support my lower back, and I’m in a prime position to offer him what he wants. I slowly squeeze our hands, and my breasts, together.

“This was number two on your list, right?”

He freezes for a second. Then his eyes go from sparkling to gleaming with intent. All signs of mirth leave his face, but he continues to lick me in wider circles, making the globes of my breasts and the valley in between wetter.

I let go to grip the top of the headboard and let him have his way. After a minute, he rises and prowls slowly toward me to rest his knees on either side of my rib cage. With his long, disheveled hair falling around his face as he looks down at me, his sleek muscled body, and the huge cock bobbing excitedly over my breasts, he’s a wild and beautiful beast. I don’t get a chance to look to my fill. He leans down and glides his tongue over my upper lip, then my lower. When I open, he slides inside, curling his tongue around mine in a dirty kiss that leaves me breathless.

That’s when he pulls away and mutters against my mouth, “Cup them for me, baby.”

My hands drop to my breasts. I hold them together, the air snagged in my lungs as I watch him draw his hips back before sliding his hot, velvet-smooth cock between the snug globes. Like so many sexual acts, I had my reservations about this before I met Killian. I never figured how doing this would actually get me off. He opened my eyes in more ways than one.

I groan at the sexy sensation of his dick sliding against my skin. His broad head hits the soft underside of my throat, and I raise my gaze to gauge his reaction.

His mouth is open, thick puffs of air rushing out with every forward thrust. He’s barely started, and yet he’s already so into it his face is flushed and his thrusts have hit that familiar unrelenting rhythm that suggests it’ll take an earthquake to move him from his purpose.

“Fuck. You look incredible,” he rasps, his gaze shifting from my face to my breasts and back with almost feverish urgency. As if he can’t get enough of the visual stimuli.

I squeeze my breasts tighter, closing my flesh even firmer around him.

“God, yes!” He pumps harder, faster, his balls slapping against my abs. He looks so awesome, feels so good, I can’t look away.

He braces one hand against the headboard and drifts the other over my breasts, teasing the already sensitive nipples even further. A rush of wetness explodes between my thighs, and I squeeze them together to contain the sensation. My hips undulate in time with his, my pussy clenching and unclenching around the phantom cock I wish were inside me.

“How do you feel, baby?” he demands thickly.

“Hot. Aching.”

“You wanna come with me?”

My head bobs. “Hmm…yes.”

He holds two fingers against my mouth. I suck on them and wet them for him, and he returns them to my boobs. Without losing the tempo of his thrusts, he begins to squeeze and tease my nipples. Incredibly, sensations pile high, a hundred arrows of heat singeing me from brain to nipple to pussy.

Delicious shivers wrack my body as I crest the peak. “Killian…oh…”

He pinches my nipples to the point of pain. My tiny screams seem to be a trigger to my body to let go. My hips jerk off the bed as my orgasm blindsides me.

I hear a hiss and a curse. Then hot spurts drench my chest and neck. Above me, Killian’s groans go on forever, truncated by guttural praise for me.

Once again I’m a boneless mess, fully sated even though I haven’t been penetrated. When he lifts off me, I moan with the loss of his delicious weight, but my happy haze doesn’t wane too much. I watch him walk away, his toned and ripped body a feast for my eyes.

He returns with a warm, damp towel he uses to clean me up. When he’s done, he slides into bed and gathers me close. We drift back into sleep, then wake up, fuck again, and then take a shower.

We emerge to the smell of brewing coffee, and my stomach growls.

Killian grins at me as he pulls on a pair of jeans. “I’ll get Mitch to whip us up some breakfast.”

I nod. “And then what?” Now that I don’t have the Punishment Club to worry about, the thought of sitting around waiting for whatever evil is lurking to jump out and grab me pisses me off even more.

He strolls over to me and slides his fingers into my hair. Firm thumbs pitch my head up so our gazes connect. “Let’s see what Betty’s got, and we’ll come up with a plan. Sound good?”

“Yes.”

I look around for my top, but it’s nowhere in sight. Neither are my panties. I look over at Killian.

“What?” he asks.

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