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As if he could read my mind and understood what I was trying to say, he murmured, “Deal, Daisy.”
He lifted me from his lap then his hands were on my shorts again, flicking the button and dragging the zipper. My shorts slid down my legs, leaving me in just my black lace thong.
His eyes searched me, narrowing on the space between my thighs. His hands were on his own jeans now, flicking them open and sliding them down just an inch or so, until I could see his dark blue boxer briefs and his firm erection pressing through.
He pulled me down on top of him and the sensation of him under me, against my soft skin, felt so good.
“You feel me, Daisy? Feel my cock straining to slide into your wet cunt?”
I was breathing hard, hissing and rocking my hips.
Killian’s hands were on my ass cheeks, hauling me against him.
“I can feel how wet you are. You’re soaking this scrap of fabric.” His mouth went to my breast, trying to bite it through the fabric of my shirt.
“Fuck.” He spat as he lifted up, and I pressed down. We were fucking with our clothes on. I could feel the tip of his cock press through his boxers, and just enough of his long length was poking through that I was getting off. The pressure and hardness felt impossibly good.
I was close and then his lips landed on mine again and he kissed me like he wished I wasn’t leaving. He kissed me like he wanted to press his lips to mine every day for the rest of his life. It was hot, and intense, and it left me breathless when suddenly his length felt more defined, he moved so brash that I didn’t even realize something was different, not until he nearly parted the fabric between my legs and I felt his hot, silky skin against mine.
He'd pulled his cock out of his boxers.
I was coming. “Fuck, fuck, fuckkkkkk.” He let me clamp down, a cry in my voice as I rode out my climax.
“Keep those pretty eyes on me, Daisy,” he ordered, and for some reason, I obeyed. I didn’t see his cock as he gripped it, but I felt his hot release land on my stomach and knew he’d come as he let out a painful groan.
We were both gasping, and our eyes were still locked on one another.
Suddenly his hand came up to cradle my face, his thumb resting directly next to my left eye.
“Your eyes...” He panted. “They’re Cinderella blue. The unreal kind that baits princes into giving up their crowns and tossing kingdoms on their head, looking for a goddamned shoe. That dude was fucked the second he saw her, and I never understood it. Not until now.”
My mouth parted on a silent gasp because that was the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to me and the juxtaposition that it came from a hardened criminal was making my head spin.
Those glimmering eyes suddenly dropped to my lips, and I wondered if he’d kiss me again. If he could sense how badly I wanted to feel his lips pressed against mine just one more time. I wondered if he could sense that I was starting to fall for him, that a severe—possibly the most severe—crush I had ever experienced was starting to develop.
His phone rang from inside his pocket, which had me glaring down, confused how he kept it in there with my legs crushed against his hips.
Pulling the phone up to his ear, he listened then said, “on our way.”
He shifted, and it felt like I’d been plunged into an ice-cold lake. The hardness in his gaze returned, a mask falling into place as he easily discarded me on the seat next to him and began buttoning up.
I was at an awkward angle with his cum all over my stomach as he milled about the room as if I weren’t there and he hadn’t just nearly fucked me.
Realizing he wasn’t going to find me a tissue of any kind, I dug around for something I could use, but there was nothing but beer, cans of spam, along with a few microwavable burritos.
“Here.” Killian held out an old t-shirt to me while glancing at my stomach.
The fabric was pink, and very likely from another female he’d fucked.
“So is this where you bring women to hook up then?” I asked, cleaning up the mess on my abdomen, then pulled my shorts on, risking a quick glance at him. I wasn’t entirely sure how we were supposed to interact with each other now. I wouldn’t be here long, but while I was, it wouldn’t be terrible to have someone to hang out with or have some casual fun with. Shit, if I was being honest, it wouldn’t feel so casual to me. He didn’t need to know that.
“Yeah, sometimes. I usually fuck at the club, but every now and then I’ll come here. I’m not a fan of having women in my home or knowing where I live.”
Right.
“Ready?” He walked into the kitchen and tossed the bottles we’d consumed into a plastic bin.
I nodded, while following him out through the back door. I felt dirty and annoyed. Why had I given in so easily to him? Something about it made me feel like I had given him the upper hand. Normally I wouldn’t care, but he kissed me, and I hated that it was still wreaking havoc on my lips like invisible live wires sparking every five seconds.
