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The kiss turned heated, filled with desperate groans and pained whispers of need from both of us. I reached between us and unbuckled his belt, needing to touch him, to make him feel me, have him understand how much I wanted this. How hungry I was for him all the time.
“Fuck, Jamie,” he whispered against my mouth as soon as my palm wrapped around his swollen cock. “I love the way you touch me.”
“And I love the sounds you make,” I replied, giving him a firm stroke and drawing out a desperate moan.
“Let me touch you, too,” he murmured.
“Be my guest. I’m all yours.”
He opened my jeans and mirrored what I was doing to him, the two of us working each other as we kissed and sucked and nipped. His stubble dragged along my cheek as he found my earlobe and sucked it between his lips. The sensation sent shock waves through me, my body tightening, the need to come already so close to the surface.
“Fuck, Killian. God, it’s so good.”
Shoving his jeans down enough that I could see all of him, I pulled him closer. He did the same to me, understanding what I wanted. The two of us pressed our straining cocks together, and we wrapped each of our hands around the shafts, moving in sync as we stroked in the exact same rhythm.
Rubbing against one another, getting each other off with our hands and our dicks, it seemed so vanilla, so simple. But the act of using him, and him using me to do something we could do on our own, was incredibly intimate and beautiful. Especially when he released my earlobe and stared into my eyes, a wild kind of yearning in his blue depths. His brows pulled together, but he didn’t look away from me.
“Jamie, god, I’m gonna fucking come.”
I was so bloody close I could barely speak. My legs were trembling. My balls full and aching. “Fuck, me too. Together?”
“Yeah. Abso-fucking-lutely. Faster,” he urged.
We picked up the pace until I could feel him pulsing against me. That sent me off, my orgasm hitting me first. Splashes of hot cum spilled across my hand and onto him, lubing him up and dragging him right over the edge. He let out the most perfect, guttural groan, his free hand shooting forward to brace against the wall right next to my head.
When we finished, we stayed there like that together, breaths coming in heavy gasps, his forehead against mine once more. Offering me a perfect view of this beautiful, broken man. It solidified for me then. I wanted to be the one to put him back together, just like I knew he could do the same for me.
Chapter Twenty
JAMESON
I woke up surrounded by Killian’s scent and the warm feel of him pressed up against me. It had been so long since I’d been with anybody. I had almost completely forgotten how much I liked it. Knowing I wasn’t alone, feeling another person’s body, hearing them breathe. The soft sighs—in Killian’s case, low snores—made me happy, but I thought it was more due to the fact that it was him than anything else. Instead of breaking the moment, I pulled his arm over my waist, encouraging him to hold me tight.
I’ve never had a full-on relationship with a man. If I was honest, I’d only ever had one long-term thing with anyone, and she’d broken me on purpose. My few previous encounters had all been random, frantic nights of passion. Because when you were as well-known as I was, that seemed to be the only thing you could have. So instead of searching for something more, I stopped looking altogether, which only added to the rumors and speculation about me.
But relationships were complicated. They came with rules and so many feelings and risks. I had mistakenly thought that avoiding the feelings part would keep me safe. And that’s what I tried to do with Killian. I tried to push him away and only allow friendship rather than give in to my attraction, but I wasn’t going to do that anymore. Not after seeing what I could have with him.
I chuckled to myself as I laid in his arms. In trying to keep us from acting on our attraction, all I had succeeded in doing was falling for him.
Well done, Jamie.
Enjoy it while you can. He’ll break you.
I closed my eyes and sighed when he pulled me tighter to him, then I let myself drift back into a dreamless easy slumber.
The smell of coffee and the sounds of Killian singing and playing guitar woke me. I loved all of those things, but I especially craved the sound of his voice. I could tell he was trying to be quiet so as not to wake me, but I didn’t want to miss this. So, I threw off the covers and padded down the hall in nothing but my boxer briefs. It wasn’t as though anyone else was going to see me. The two of us had been alone in this house going on a month now. His family respected his privacy, and I appreciated them for it.
“Wow, man. It’s really, really good.”
The voice caught me off guard as I stood at the top of the stairs, out of sight but not out of earshot.
“You think so?” Killian asked.
“Yeah. I think it’s a hit. Play the chorus again.”
I sat down on the top step and listened, not recognizing the song as one of ours. It was bloody brilliant. Filled with angst and longing. Perfectly on-brand for the man himself.
“Where’d this come from?” his friend asked.
