Consequences of Deception (21 page)

This is the first time since we arrived in Florida that I’m in a sexual situation with Killian that’s not pure balls-to-the-wall fucking. Butterflies spread out from my stomach to the rest of my body as he moves from my feet up to my ankles, kissing and licking along my skin as he slowly continues his journey up my body.

I whimper when he places a kiss squarely against my sex but then continues on his path. I think that he is going to spread me wide and make me come with his tongue for sure, but it’s clear he isn’t finished making me crazy yet. As he licks all around my lower stomach, I moan and then let out a, “
Please
,” as he dips his tongue into my belly button.

Pulling back, he slides his right hand up my side as he looks up at me. “Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are, princess? I could worship you for days and still not get enough.

“You should see yourself right now. All spread out and open for me, for my fingers, my tongue, my cock. We’ve fucked, Sloane. Tonight, it’s going to be deeper than that. Can you be a good girl and give me time to touch every inch of this body, the way that I’ve always wanted to?”

I nod and smile at him happily. Who in their right mind could turn down an offer that was worded like that?

Trailing his tongue up from my belly button, he zeroes in on my left breast. Of their own accord, my hands thread into his hair, gently scraping his scalp as he licks and nibbles all around it. He’s giving attention to every square inch of my breast—except for the spot where I want him to touch the most—my nipple. I let out a desperate, throaty sound of need, and he stops what he’s doing and looks up at me with a devilish grin.

“Is there somewhere that you want me to pay some special attention to, princess?”

Playful Killian… I think I missed this part of him the most. I got a glimpse of his playful side the other day when we were on the jet skis, but that was short lived. I’m hoping, now that things are worked out between us, I will see a lot more of this.

I answer him with a giant smile. “Yes! I want you to lick my nipple.”

“Ah, princess—ask and you shall receive.”

My head falls back as he laves my nipple with his tongue—the wet heat is incredibly good and I never want the feeling to end. Just as I am acclimating to the attention on my nipple, he sucks it into his mouth and continues swirling his tongue.

“Oh my… oh! Killian!”

His chuckle is the only answer I need, and I let out a long and loud moan as he palms my other breast in his hand, swirling his thumb around my neglected nipple. I am liquid fire underneath him, lost in the sensations that he’s providing me with.

Suddenly, he pulls back, my head snaps up and I whimper as I look down at him. Our eyes meet and he smiles before covering my nipple with his mouth again—biting down. It is not gentle, but it isn’t crazy hard, either. My responding little scream makes him bite a bit harder, and the spasms in my sex are so intense that I wonder if I’ll come from this alone. Before I find out if that’s possible, he lets go of my nipple and raises his head to look at me hotly.

“Fuck, princess, you’re so perfect for me. So responsive and hot.”

Latching onto my other nipple, he gives it the same treatment. I writhe underneath him in a combination of agony and ecstasy. When he lets go of my nipple, he starts going back the way he came. Down… down… down. Stopping at the spot where my scar is, he traces it with his fingers before kissing along the entire thing. “I’m so sorry that I wasn’t there for you, princess. I’m so fucking sorry. I hope you believe that.”

Nodding my head, I massage his scalp with my fingers. “I know. I believe you.”

With one more kiss to my scar, he resumes his journey down my body. Stopping, just over where I need him the most, he lets out a low sound of lust that causes me to get even wetter. Putting his hands under my knees, he spreads my legs and pushes them back against my chest. A half second later, his tongue is on me and I am going up in flames.

The things that Killian can do with his mouth, tongue and teeth are almost lethal. There is no area of my pussy that he isn’t touching, tasting or nibbling on, and I thrash helplessly beneath him while begging him to make me come.

Sliding two fingers inside of me, he begins finger-fucking me firmly, but slowly. I want it faster, harder, but he’s not giving me that option. Lifting his head from my dripping core, he says, “Princess, pinch your nipples—hard.”

With a nod of my head, I follow his instructions and begin pinching. The pleasure pain of that, combining with the work of his mouth, sets me off, and I start to come as I chant his name like a prayer.

My orgasm is just starting to end as he positions himself over me and starts to slide in, and I clutch his shoulders and cry out as he seats himself fully inside of me with four hard thrusts.

“Princess, eyes on me.”

Opening my eyes, I find myself looking into his. He looks so sexy that I shudder and clench around his hard cock as I moan. “Killian… oh, fuck… Killian.”

“Stay with me, princess.” His slow in and out motion is making me crazy, and I think he knows it, too.

Smiling at me, he continues talking. “You feel so fucking good around me, so slick and hot. I’m going to fill your tight little cunt full of my come. That’s what you want, right, baby? You want my come deep inside of you. It’s all for you, Sloane. Every drop. I’d love nothing more than to keep you flat on your back, stuffed with my cock and full of my come forever.”

“That’s hot,” I say on a choked laugh as he thrusts a little harder. “But you really need to talk less and fuck more.”

He smirks at me before letting out a laugh of his own. “Your wish is my command, princess.”

A half second later, he starts pounding into me, and I hang on for dear life. He’s going hard, and my pussy is flooding him with my arousal. He’s incredible and I am loving every minute of it.

Pushing my knees against my chest, he fucks me even harder. This new position is phenomenal, and I start chanting his name over and over as he slams into me. It’s all too much and my orgasm springs up on me from out of nowhere.

I yell out as I convulse in orgasm, my body practically singing from how amazing it all feels.

“Killian! Killian! I’m coming!”

“Fuck! Sloane! Tight… goddammit your fucking pussy! So good!”

I clutch at him and claw at his back as he finds his own release, each hot blast of his come inside of me making me shiver and shake. We keep our eyes on each other the entire time, and watching him come is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

When he finishes, he rolls us over so that I’m on top of him. We’re still joined, and I’m enjoying listening to his heartbeat under my cheek. Killian always smells so good, but his sex sweat and musk makes me want to eat him.

We’re silent for a few minutes, and it’s Killian that breaks the silence. “Everything that happened between us, before this, was only a taste of how it’s going to be, princess. Did you feel the difference right then? I did.”

I nod my answer. I definitely felt the difference. We were connected. Hell, we’re still connected.

“I’m not a sappy guy and I’ll always be rough around the edges. I like my sex messy and hard, and I’ve always been like this. I want to share it all with you, want to make your body come alive in a way that it never has before. I already know that with you, it’s going to be fucking amazing. I love that you like this little bite of pain and I won’t take it farther than you want to go. We’ll figure out where your line is as we go along. If you feel uncomfortable at any time, speak up and tell me to stop. I like pain, but I don’t get off on being cruel, so never worry about telling me it’s too much.”

Seeing how serious he is about making me happy melts my heart. I like knowing that he cares how I feel. Biting my lip, I nod before answering. “There isn’t anything that you’ve done so far that I haven’t liked. I was scared before you used the belt, obviously, but—clearly—I liked it. A lot.”

Keeping my face hidden in his chest, I am relieved that I don’t have to meet his gaze. He makes me feel all of that, but it’s weird to talk about it out loud.

“Never be embarrassed, princess. Whatever we do in our bedroom belongs to us. I fucking love that using the belt on you made you wet. There are so many more toys that we can use…”

My pleasure dims a bit at that and I stiffen up on top of him. He’s probably got drawers full of toys that he’s used on dozens of women before me. How ridiculous does it make me that I want him to throw them all away? If it’s touched another girl, I want it gone.

“Princess, what the fuck? Where did you just go?”

Shaking my head, I let out a fake laugh as I lift my head and meet his eyes. “Nowhere, I’m right here.”

“No, you’re fucking not. I know you, Sloane, and I know that something is bothering you. Tell me what’s wrong.”

Shutting my eyes tight I blurt out the truth. “I don’t want to use toys that you’ve used on other women. Even thinking about you with someone else makes me sick to my stomach.”

I startle when he rolls us over so that he’s on top of me again. I swoon when he gently kisses first my forehead, then my closed eyelids, followed by my nose and then my mouth. “Princess, I would never use something on you that touched anyone else. It’s no secret—I’ve fucked a lot of meaningless women. Hell, before now, it’s never meant anything to me emotionally. I’ve always gone at it for the physical release. I can’t turn back the clock on that. It happened and nothing can change it. But you know what? You’re not in that category and you never will be. Whatever came before doesn’t hold a candle to five seconds of being inside of you. Even when I was telling myself that I was hate-fucking you, it still meant more.”

I can’t help but cry at that, and a few tears glide down my cheeks as I open my eyes and stare at him. “There’s been so much ugly between us,” I blubber. “I just want us to have a new beginning without misunderstandings, lies, and secrets. What you just said means so much to me, Killian—thank you.”

He looks sad, which makes me think that he’s having a hard time dealing with all that has gone on between us. Dropping a soft kiss on my lips, he lets out a sigh and begins pulling his softening length out of me.

When he pulls out there is a warm trickle between my legs as his come leaks out of me, and he surprises me by spreading my legs and watching as it happens.

“Christ,” he groans. “That’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I’ve never gone bareback before you, but with you it’s the only way I ever want come. It’s so sexy watching my come dripping out of your pussy.”

Embarrassment has me muttering, “Killian…”

Looking up at me, he smiles. “Princess, this is fucking sexy as hell. Don’t be embarrassed, ever. It’s crazy fucking hot.”

After studying his face for a moment, I shake my head and let it go because I can tell that he really does like it. I wonder if all men are such dominant and visual creatures, or if it’s just Killian.

For the first time in I don’t even know how long, I awaken at peace and perfectly content. Wrapped tightly in Killian’s arms, I snuggle into his chest and enjoy the blissful feeling of being naked against him.

I am so certain that he is asleep that I startle when he speaks. “Princess, we need to get up and go in the other room. We need to talk.”

Everyone knows that
we need to talk
is never good, and my stomach plummets. We’re finally in a happy place—why can’t we just stay this way?

Sitting up, I rub the sleep from my eyes and push my hair back from my face before looking at him. Immediately, I know that he’s been awake for quite a while. Where I’m still groggy, Killian is wide-awake.

Wanting to avoid having to deal with anything shitty, I try to lighten the mood. “Can’t we just talk here? Why do we need to leave our bed?”

Rubbing his hand over his face, he lets out what sounds like a distressed groan. When he opens his eyes, he stares at me with an odd look on his face.

“I’d love to stay in bed with you, princess. I’d love to ignore all this shit completely, say fuck it all and leave everything I don’t want to deal with in the past. You deserve better than that. I owe you an explanation and you may hate me once I tell you everything. This is something that we may not survive. I should have told you last night… but I was trying to convince myself that you didn’t need to know. That was all bullshit—I’m accountable for my actions and you have a right to know about them.”

I’m scared now, scared about what’s going to happen to us. He definitely looks worried, and that is making me nauseous. What has he done that’s so bad?

I get off the bed with a nod of agreement and murmur that I need to go to the bathroom and get dressed before we talk. As soon as he nods his understanding, I go to the door and flee back to my old room.

As I dress, I try to prepare myself for what he might be about to tell me. I’m trying to think about what my limit is, about what could be so bad that I would walk away. Short of telling me that he set the fire, murdered someone or has gotten married in the last few years, I can’t think of anything that will make me leave. He bulldozed my house and I’m still here—surely it can’t be any worse than that.