“Apple juice,” I say and smile.
“Apple juice,” he parrots, then he drops a kiss on my nose, chuckles and then leaves the room, still naked.
My smile widens and is fixed in place until he’s back with a tall glass of chilled juice for me, a water bottle for himself.
I’d seen the big jug of the juice in the back of the fridge every time I opened it in my two weeks here, and it just hit me that I wanted it.
I drink it back; tasting pure, potent, cold nectar infusing me with something awesome and then it hits me. “Is this juice in your fridge for Alana’s kids?”
His shoulders shake as he swallows while putting the cap back on his water bottle.
“Yep.”
“I suck.”
His chuckle becomes audible.
“It’s a good thing I haven’t touched those biscuits, the cookie dough, or the other junk then otherwise those kids are gonna wanna put a price on my head.”
“You should touch it. It’s for you.”
“For me?”
“Yeah. Stuff I thought you’d like. I keep juice and cereal on hand for when she pops by with the kids, maybe some cookies occasionally, but most of the junk food was stocked with you in mind. I told Patricia you liked donuts and bagels for breakfast so said to get you carb-ish snacks.”
“That’s sweet,” I say.
“What can I say? I’m here to please.”
“With junk food?” I can’t believe a throwaway comment about what I eat was something he took to heart in trying to make me feel comfortable at his home.
“Do you like junk food?”
“Have you seen my ass?”
“Oh yeah I have,” he says as he grabs it. “I mean… I might’ve noticed. But let me get a better look.” He takes my glass and sets it down on the bedside table.
I tilt my head curiously but then I squeal because the comforter has been thrown back and I’m being flipped onto my belly. His face is mischief-filled while he does it.
Hot palms skate over my rear end before Killian leans over and nips my right cheek playfully with his teeth. He immediately kisses that spot and flips me back over. I gasp, laughing as he pulls the blanket back over us, a beaming smile on his sexy face.
“So, I get junk food, nice décor, chauffeur service and crazy-ex protection services?” I ask, putting my chin on his shoulder.
“And…” he adds, leaving it dangling with a sparkle in his eyes.
“And stunning orgasms,” I whisper.
He pulls me closer, kisses me long and sweet, making an mm sound against my mouth, and then asks, “Stunning?”
I nod slowly. “Completely.”
“You taste good,” he says, licking his lips.
“Who knew apple juice was such a perfect post-sex beverage?” I ask.
“You want another stunning orgasm?”
I can’t help but smile.
“Dimples,” he says and shakes his head. “Gotta say, I see pulling out all the stops often in my future to earn me these.”
My teeth sink into my bottom lip while heat blooms in my chest.
He gives me a look loaded with sexiness as his fingers slide between my legs.
My sharp intake of breath releases my lower lip from my teeth, but then abruptly, Killian changes his mind and flips me up onto him so that I’m sitting on his chest, straddling his face.
“Whoa.” I reposition myself a little more comfortably, but I can’t move much because he’s got my butt in his hands and he’s going crazy down there with moves I’ve never experienced, moves that have me jolting, whimpering, and finally, rocking into the motion. It doesn’t take long before I’m shamelessly grinding into his face, crying out with a handful of his hair in my hand.
I can’t help but look down to watch him do that. It’s fascinating. He’s enjoying what he’s doing, too. Judging by this being the second time tonight, it’s not a chore for him like some guys I’ve been with. He reaches up and cups one of my breasts, rolling my nipple between his thumb and index finger.
I fall face-first into the cushioned headboard, just about to crest over the edge of sensation when it hits me that I don’t wanna be selfish here and come alone, so I reach behind me and greedily grab for his cock.
And it’s a rod of steel. I twist around so that I can get my lips to it. He loses access to between my legs, as now I’m all about getting my mouth on him. He flips me, putting me on my belly across his torso with his head between my legs, and my mouth closes around his cock.
“Sixty-nine. What a delicious number. Now we’re talkin’ my language,” he informs, and then sucks hard on my clit.
I whimper around his cock, then jolt with the slap that rings across my ass, coinciding with a deep groan coming from his mouth. And I know it’s a happy groan, so I apply myself and do my absolute best work sucking him off.
There’s a lot of him, so I use my hands, my mouth, and my boobs to lavish attention on his cock, his balls, and all the while, he’s licking, sucking, biting, and fingering between my legs.
I’m crying out, coming before he is and so I try to keep going. I try hard, but I know it’s lost some of its luster. It’s okay, though, I think, because he rolls me to my back and then he’s thrusting into my mouth, not making me do all the work while I try and fail because I’ve got googly eyes right now from climaxing so hard. I grab his ass cheeks with both hands and do my best to suck. And then he’s coming down my throat.
My head is at the wrong end of the bed. My eyes are closed and I’m smiling, big. I can’t move. I’m just… boneless.
“Dimples,” he utters, then drops a soft kiss on first the left, then right corner of my mouth. “Hey.” His hands reach under my armpits and I’m turned so I’m back up at the top of the bed.
“Hey,” I return and then I manage to sit up. I reach for my glass of apple juice and I drink the rest back before collapsing onto the pillows. Killian pulls me by my waist toward the other side of the bed. Spooning me.
His arms are around me, I’m nestled into him, and I am completely blissed out.
“Sweet dreams, Killian.”
“Tonight? Definitely,” he says and kisses my jaw softly.
I close my eyes.
“No sleepwalking,” I tell him.
“Nope, not happenin’. Got what I want right here.”
I shiver. It’s a good shiver, and it’s made even better when his arms go tighter around me.
48
Killian
She’s attached to me while she sleeps, and I love every second of it. I wake three or four times abruptly, but having her here in my bed with me… I fall back asleep easily each time.
***
The weekday seven o’clock alarm I set two weeks ago for getting her to work begins to sound off. I groan while stretching over to make it stop.
Her eyes pop open.
“We don’t have to be up,” she says. “I called in sick.” She snuggles in and runs her nose along my jaw, making a sexy, purring sound.
That sound she’s making is an alarm clock for my cock.
“Actually, today I do,” I say.
“Oh.” Violet looks up at me and pouts.