His face registered surprise for a moment, but in the next second, I was pressed against the door with Kill’s full lips assaulting mine. I moaned as soon as we connected, and Kill took full advantage of my open mouth by thrusting his tongue into it. The kiss was demanding, bordering desperation.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, the groove of my jeans pushing into my core igniting it with fire. Kill plunged his fingers into my hair and I tilted my head to offer him the angle he needed. He pushed harder against me, causing more friction as our bodies fused. I cried out as he rocked against me.
“Are you close?” he groaned as he kissed down my jaw and glided his tongue to the sensitive area below my ear.
“Yes,” I panted.
My head was hazy with desire, and every nerve ending was sparking. Kill pressed into me, and at the same time sucked at the sensitive spot on my neck, making me careen over the edge. I cried out, but he molded his lips onto mine swallowing my ecstasy.
He made me ride my orgasm until it ebbed, finally receding, leaving me with a boneless sensation. I clung to him, still pressed up against the door. My senses tried to return, but I fought them back, wanting to stay immersed in the bliss I was floating in.
As I slowly landed back on Earth, I noticed Kill's eyes were void of emotion. His wall was back up, and it looked like he’d installed extra support beams. Pain sliced through me. He’d made himself perfectly clear that he didn't want to start anything until he had my full trust, and I’d just had an orgasm while riding his leg like one of the bar skanks I was always chastising him about. How many times would he allow me to tease him before he wrote me off?
The thought of losing him again made me feel claustrophobic. I needed to fix us immediately.
“Kill, I'm so sorry,” I began.
He apologized at the same time I did, and we just stared at each other, too afraid to move, because everything could shatter when we did. After a moment, he brushed his finger down my cheek.
“Hush,” he said before kissing my forehead.
I unfurled myself from around his waist, breaking our connection. I stood on my wobbly legs and searched Kill’s face to make sure we were good.
“Come on, birthday girl. Let’s get you back to your guests.”
He kissed me on the forehead once more and fixed my hair, before he turned off the lights and led me out to the bar. The alcohol had burned out of my system from the heat of Kill’s passion. I blushed bright-red, assuming everyone would figure out what we were doing as soon as they saw us.
Jessie gave Kill a questioning glance when she approached us. “Are you, okay? Jet told me he gave you one of his shots.”
“She’s fine. She just needed some fresh air,” Kill answered for me. He winked and sauntered away to let Jessie finish her worried-mother routine.
