Page 119 of Wicked Games

The depth of emotion in them is what finally tips me over the edge, and I don’t even have time to warn him before I’m coming in his mouth, my body spasming as I’m rocked with waves of pleasure.

Killian sticks with me and swallows my release, working my cock and watching me as I come for him.

When he finally pulls off me, I make weird grabby hands at him.

Smiling affectionately, he crawls back up my body and kisses me. I can taste myself on his tongue, and that sends another rush of pleasure through me that leaves me writhing against him as he kisses me senseless.

“Wanna suck you too,” I mumble against his mouth.

“How about we try something different?” he suggests between kisses.

“Yeah, whatever you want,” I say quickly.

He chuckles and pulls back to look down at me. His expression is tender and his eyes are full of affection, and something inside me flip-flops.

Killian shifts off me, then rolls me onto my stomach and lays over my back.

I press my face into the sheets and relax under him. I don’t even care if it hurts. I just want to feel him come again.

There’s the now familiarsnickof the lube cap, but instead of slicking up my ass, he smears a good amount between my inner thighs. Before I can ask what he’s planning, he slips his dick between my thighs, then uses his legs to force mine together, creating a tight passage for his cock.

I squeeze my muscles as tight as I can, and his low groan lets me know exactly how much he likes that.

He presses a few kisses against my cheek, then he rocks his hips and slides his cock between my thighs. Even though he’s not inside me, feeling him over me like this is just as hot and intimate, and I sink into the moment and enjoy the sensation of being used.

No, not used. Enjoyed. He’s getting off, but that’s not all I am to him. Or at least that’s not what it feels like anymore.

A sour feeling settles in my stomach, but I do my best to ignore it and focus on how good it feels to have him over me like this and how much I want him to come.

He rocks over me, his pace slow and languid, and the little kisses he keeps dropping on my cheek and hair and temple help me stay in the moment and not get lost in my head.

His breathing slowly changes, going from low and measured to quick and erratic, and his pace quickly follows until he’s panting in my ear and fucking my thighs like he fucked me last night.

I reach back and grab his thighs. He makes an encouraging sound, and I dig my nails into his flesh as hard as I can.

His cry is loud and harsh as he stiffens over me, and I pull him as tight against me as I can and squeeze my thighs so tight my ass actually goes a bit numb. He comes with another harsh cry, shaking and shuddering over me as wetness pools between my thighs and drips onto the bed. When he’s finally done shooting, he collapses on my back and fits his mouth over the back of my neck. He doesn’t suck hard or bite, but the constant, gentle pressure feels amazing.

We stay like that for a few minutes, just enjoying the moment, when there’s a loud knock on our door. A second later it swings open, and the twins walk in looking as fresh as daisies—and completely unbothered by the fact that Killian is naked and on top of me.

Killian also seems unbothered by this and simply presses a quick kiss against my lips, then props himself up on his forearms and looks over at them.

“Hate to interrupt snuggle time, but we’ve got updates,” Jax says as he closes the door to our room, a takeout coffee cup in one hand and a thermos tucked under his arm.

“Big ones,” Jace adds as he puts a paper bag and a bottle of something on the coffee table and flops down on the couch. “You want to put pants on or stay like that?”

I want to die of mortification, but Killian just says, “Pants,” and turns his attention back to me. “You okay?” he asks softly.

I nod, completely baffled by what’s going on.

A sexy smirk-smile tilts the corner of his lips, and I momentarily forget to be mortified. “Don’t you dare wash me off until we get home,” he says in a low voice that only I can hear. “Understood?”

“Yeah.” I give him my own little smirk-smile. “As long as you don’t even think about washingmeoff until we’re back home. Understood?”

He looks shocked for a second, then grins. “Understood.”

My mortification returns when Killian pulls his dick from between my thighs, but instead of leaving me exposed and naked, he slides the sheets over me, covering me before he climbs off me.

The thoughtfulness of the move, and how casually he did it, helps settle my embarrassment and makes my chest uncomfortably warm.

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