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I squeeze his cock in my hand, pumping him harder. I’m so close. So close. I could come undone just by thinking of the image that we’re displaying.
His finger slips into my ass as his tongue thrashes my clit and I’m done. I scream out my release loudly while making sure I’m still pumping his cock in my hand. Hot cum shoots up and hits me in the face, dripping into my mouth. I fall forward, ass in the air, as we both come down from the most intense oral I have ever received. Not that I’ve had it many times before.
Rolling onto my back, my hair sticking to my face from his cum, I turn to face him. “By the way, that was a one-off.”
Killian laughs loudly, and the sound itself sets off something deep inside of me that I’m not willing to explore yet. “Yeah, says the girl with my jizz all over her face and hair.”
“Hey!” I jolt up, covering my tits and glaring at him while scrubbing the cum off my face.
He rolls his eyes, grabbing my arms and stretching them wide, while pulling me back on top of him. I feel his chest rise and fall beneath me, my breathing matching his. “I swear to fuck I’ll kill whoever made you this insecure.” His voice is like a blanket being thrown over me when I didn’t know I was cold.
“Hmm, wish I knew the answer.” I push off from his chest and crawl off him, needing to put some distance between us because being in his arms feels way too good. Way, way, way too good. “I’m serious. A one-off. Unless you like claw marks on your thighs.”
Killian chuckles, pulling up his pants and standing to his feet. “Actually, I fucking do. Might keep them.” He looks down at me, tilting his head as he slowly takes in my body. As if he’s inhaling every curve, every bump, every flaw, and exhaling it back out through bared teeth. “One-off? I’d say challenge accepted, Little Hellhound.” He snatches up his shirt and swings it over his shoulder. I lean up, grabbing my towel and wrapping it back around my body, while knowing that I’m going to need to take another shower.
Taking a smoke from his jean pocket, he places it into his mouth and blazes it up. “After this show tonight, we’re heading back to Kiznitch.”
“Wait—what?” I’m shocked, momentarily distracted by the fact that he’s getting comfortable on my bed.
“Yeah.” He blows out a cloud of smoke.
“I haven’t been there in so long,” I whisper. It was meant to be to myself, but the words catch his attention.
“Really?” He tilts his head. Distracting myself from the intensity of his energy, I scan over his hair. Ruffled nests standing all over his head. He has sex hair. From me. Us.
Nope, not helping. “Yep. I was a child, I think, the last time I was there.”
Killian stares at me. “And what else?”
I shrug him off. “And not much.”
“Hmmm…” he murmurs, leaning back against the headboard on my bed.
“Can you leave?” I say, pointing to the door. “I need a shower.”
“Nope,” he answers, flicking the ash of his smoke onto my floor. “Maya has had an accident and can’t be in my wheel anymore, and well, it was either you or Callan.”
I pause, my heart thundering in my chest. “Well then choose Callan.”
He stands, makes his way toward me and hooks his finger under my chin, tilting my head up to face his. “I’ll never choose Callan.”
I lick my lips. “What are you doing?”
He grins, flashing his pearly white teeth and smug smirk. “What I always do.”
My heart crashes and my face falls. I’m such a fucking idiot. I recollect myself before he notices my change of attitude.
His hand falls beside his body as he nudges toward the door. “Don’t bother showering. I like smelling me all over you. Get changed.” Then he disappears out of my room, allowing me to release a long, pent up breath.
Killian is intense and dramatic all at once, and I vowed to myself that I wouldn’t—couldn’t allow myself to be another one of the girls he sleeps with and moves on from, but I already failed that, so may as well fill in for Maya until she’s feeling better.
Changing in record time, I slip into yoga pants and a sports bra, throwing on a loose white shirt and tying a knot in the front to show my belly button. I make my way downstairs where Callan is hanging off his arm in the kitchen.
Killian tosses his head back and laughs at something she says. My face falls, just as they both turn to face me.
“You ready?” Killian eyes me up and down.
I sneer at Callan with obvious superiority. “Yup.”
She huffs, her smile faltering. I push past both of them and head for the door. I don’t want it to look like I feel a certain way about them, because I don’t. I know that they’ve been sleeping together on the regular, and besides that, I don’t, and won’t be sleeping with Killian again for more than one reason.
