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Fuck.
I want to bite him, but I want to suck him almost as much.
I never thought I’d feel him in my mouth again, and now that he is…
I’m tempted.
But I don’t move.
I squeeze my eyes shut, feeling my pussy leaking juices into my panties and praying he doesn’t put his hand there and feel how much I want him.
“No? That’s okay. I can do it for you.” He caresses my jaw almost lovingly, then grips my skull tight and forces my mouth back and forth over his thick cock. “You like that, pretty girl? You like to be used and stuffed so full of my cock you can hardly breathe?”
My skin tingles with the need to be free of this dress. I adjust my grip on him, still holding one thigh, but holding his hip too as he guides my mouth back and forth over him.
“Fuck, I’ve missed that mouth.”
He pushes his cock deep and holds it there, and I tighten my grip on him, struggling to breathe.
He pulls it out of my throat, and I gasp around him.
“That’s it, baby.” He sighs, and a shiver of pleasure seems to travel from him to me. My tongue slides under his cock, and my pussy pulses with need.
Fuck it.
He’s still holding my hair, but he doesn’t have to make me take him anymore. I bob forward, wrapping my lips around his thick length and savoring the salty taste that hits my tongue. I suck him hungrily, knowing this time that it’s the last time.
I didn’t know that last time.
One of the worst parts of being blindsided. When I kissed him in bed that night, I had no idea it was our last kiss. The last time he touched me, the last time my bare skin was pressed against his.
I didn’t know it was the last time or I would have tried harder to pay attention. To soak it all in.
But I pay attention now to the way his fingers feel in my hair, the way he tastes, the sounds of his groan of pleasure when I’m doing good work. A tear slips down my cheek, and the floor feels hard against my knees, but all I want to do is please him one last time.
It feels painful, but not physically. This hurts like hell, and I can’t keep more tears from streaming down my face as I take his cock in my throat. At least if he looks, he’ll probably just think my eyes are watering from that.
His hands get rougher as he gets close. He grabs my head, taking control of my movements again. He controls everything and fucks my face until he comes down my throat.
I feel the tension ease out of his body, but he doesn’t release me just yet. He holds me against him like he’s allowed to keep me there, and it’s not until his breathing returns to normal that he lets me go.
My legs feel shaky as I get back to my feet. I grab the edge of the sink so I don’t turn my ankle on the way up, and my breath hitches as I do.
“Are you okay?” Killian asks.
I nod jerkily, gripping the edge of the sink. My makeup is probably a mess, but I can’t bring myself to look in the mirror.
That wasn’t at all like it was in Paris. He wasn’t brutal and forceful in Paris. He wasn’t even the one to initiate. I was craving him, so I wanted to suck him. I made love to him.
This time I was taken.
And I shouldn’t have been, because he’s not mine anymore, so I’m certainly not his.
What the hell are we doing?
“I can’t do this, Killian.”
He comes up behind me, pinning me against the sink. Then, gently, he pushes my hair over my shoulder and leans in to kiss the back of my neck. “What if I don’t give you a choice?”
