Page 13 of Her Marine
“Or is it because you’re afraid your eyes will fall on my lips, and you’ll think about how they’ll feel kissing both sets of yours? The way I’ll allow my tongue to slip slowly inside of your pussy, before licking up your slit and taking your clit into my mouth. Tasting you as these eyes, you won’t look into now, stare into yours. Holding your gaze hostage as you watch me taste every last drop of you.”
Journee let out a ragged breath, and Killian licked her earlobe with the tip of his tongue. The contact was barely there, but it was enough to cause a visible shiver to run through her.
“Nah, I don’t think that’s it,” he continued. “I think it’s because anytime you look at me, you imagine me fucking you on the nearest surface. Making you take all ten and a half inches with no protest, the way I want to give it to you.”
His voice had dropped a couple of octaves, and Journee was now squirming in her seat. Her thighs clenched tightly, and her fists closed so hard her knuckles were changing colors.
“And only after I’ve made you cum a dozen times on my dick, taking it so well for me, will I make you cum again, this time, looking deep into those big, beautiful eyes and whispering, good girl.”
Journee let out this mix between a gasp and a moan, and she visibly shook again, and Killian smirked against her ear before she was on her feet.
“I’ll be back,” she threw out as she headed straight towards the bathroom.
“I don’t even want to know what you said to her,” Axel told him with a shake of his head as Kaydence followed Journee after placing the food she was holding down.
Killian took another drink. “I just painted her a visual.”
“Mhm. I’m sure.”
The two men moved the food on the table between them as they waited for the women to return. Killian wasn’t sure how long they’d been waiting, but Axel looking over his shoulder made him turn to look as well, and both women were coming back.
Journee bypassed them and headed to the lane to start the next game. It was when she picked up the ball that Killian spoke.
“Don’t you want to sit and eat first?” he asked.
When she turned to look at him, he didn’t miss the spark of mischief that flashed in her eyes.Oh, he thought to himself.
“I’d rather sit on your face,” she retorted.
Killian chuckled.So, she’s found her footing. He then smirked at her; picking up a paper towel off the table, he made a show of slowly wiping his lips.
“I cleaned your throne,” he told her. “So, take a seat.”
Killian watched as Journee nibbled her bottom lip before placing the ball back down and walking over.
That’s it, little tigress—growl for me.
4
Journee walked over and took the seat beside Killian. It made more sense for her to eat before they got to the next game. She could feel him looking at her, and when she turned to him, he raised a brow at her.
“That isn’t where you’re supposed to be sitting,” he informed her, and it didn’t take Journee but a moment to realize what he meant.
“You want me to sit on your face in front of all these people?” she questioned. She was in no way going to do it, but she wouldn’t allow him to think he was getting the better of her anymore. Even if he happened to be, because she was sure at times, he would still catch her off guard. Journee needed to find her way out of the compromised state she put herself in for David for almost six months, and everything in her knew Killian was the perfect man to do it with.
“You can sit on whatever you want to in front of these people,” he returned, and she could tell by the look in his eyes that he was in no way playing.
“I am part of these people,” Axel started. “And I don’t want to see it.”
Journee watched Killian roll his eyes before turning his attention to the food in front of him. Reaching into her purse, she pulled out some sanitizer, using some before passing it around. Saying a quick prayer over her food, Journee dug in.
They all made small talk as they ate, and she actively participated instead of just listening when Killian spoke. His voice still sent warmth straight between her thighs, but she figured there was no point in attempting to fight herself on it.
Once they were finished eating, she again sanitized her hands before getting up to take her turn while Killian and Axel volunteered to throw their trash away.
“His face, huh, Journ?” Kaydence teased after Journee had thrown her first ball and knocked over six pins.
“You’ve seen his face,” she responded, picking up her second ball. “It’s damn fine, but it would look better between my legs,” she concluded after throwing it down the lane.
