Page 24 of Totally Shipped
“You're getting nice and loose for me now. Feel my fingers, Killian? Feel them sliding in, three now…”
Ahh, I’m losing my mind.
“Ready to take my cock?” he murmurs.
“Feck, yes, please.”
He runs a series of kisses up my neck. “Or maybe I should make you wait some more, it’s so much fun watching you squirm.”
Gray has moved his other arm so his hands are circling my cock again. I feel like I could come in two seconds. The flat slab of rock beneath us may not be very comfortable, but I don’t feel any of that, all I feel is Gray. He tips me onto my side, withdrawing his fingers. I feel him nudging his fecking giant shaft against my hole.
Relax, Killian,I tell myself.
Holy, fecking mother of Christ!
I feel the sudden stretch and the fullness that is so…
“Jaysus, Gray, that’s so…”
“So good,” Gray groans in my ear. He has a hand still on my cock, stroking me lazily, and he, with agonizingly, torturously, perfectly slow thrusts moves inside me.
He keeps slowly moving until he is fully inside me, so deep it makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I’m gasping, wriggling, but he holds still.
“Are you ready for more?” he asks.
More? There’s more?
I move my hips and that’s enough encouragement. Gray lets go of his restraint and to fuck myself on him.
Oh, feck.
He drags his cock almost fully out of me before plunging
back in, over and over.
The eyes fall to the back of my head, I can’t speak, all I am is sensation.
“GRAY!”
Gray pumps my cock and I can’t wait any longer, thick ropes of cum shoot out over his fist, and at the same time he shudders, growling my name as I feel him fill my ass.
Eventually I regain my senses. Gray hasn’t pulled out, we are still rolled onto our sides and his massive arm lays across my body as he kisses the back of my neck.
DECEMBER-ish
LEANDER
Ihaven’t been keeping track of time.
Killian thinks it must be mid-December by now. It rains every other day, and has been for weeks. When he mentioned it was December over dinner last night, Keyara nearly lost her mind.
“Will Santa know where to find me?” she yelped.
We all looked at each other. The little girl has done such a stellar job of keeping positive, but it’s been seven months on this island now. I worry that if we can’t make Christmas happen, she might lose it.
Damn it, she deserves some holiday fun.
“Santa will know, noodle. But he’ll probably leave the majority of your gifts at your mom and dad’s house,” I tell her. “But we will be celebrating here too, so you never know!”
