“If you keep looking at me like that, I won’t care that you don’t want me to fuck you.”
I almost tell him to fuck me, that he can have me.
To just come here and do it now.
But I move in the heels—that are amazing—and walk to him.
He reaches out and brushes a stray piece of hair from my face. “You’re drunk.” I can only nod at his words. “Let’s get you to bed.” He lifts me up, and my legs go around his waist, not caring that my dress is showing off half my ass. He cups it with his fingers, gripping it hard.
“Where is Piper?” Joey asks.
I turn to see him smirking at Keir and me.
Keir pulls my dress down discretely as I lean forward on his shoulder and lay my head there.
“Club,” I moan and close my eyes.
Keir doesn’t stop to chat.
When we get to the bedrooms, he goes straight for his, and I don’t fight him. He lays me down, removes my shoes, then walks out. He comes back in with the crib and puts it near the bed, and relief washes over me that Wren’s close. I’m not used to not having her near me.
“I want you to fuck me,” I whisper to him, sitting up. Removing the straps of my dress, I let it fall, exposing my breasts. His eyes darken even more, and I scoot back on the bed and open my legs. His heated gaze falls to where my panties are, and I watch as his cock hardens beneath his sleep shorts.
“Sailor.”
“Yes,” I say breathily, my head dropping back, my hands falling to my panties and pulling them to the side and sliding a finger into myself. “Tell me you want to fuck me, Keir,” I ask him, pushing in and out.
His desire-filled eyes watch my every move, and his hands are clenched at his sides. I pull my finger out and get up on all fours until I’m in front of him, then I smirk. Lifting my fingers that were inside of me, I place them at his lips, and he opens as I slide my digits into his mouth and he sucks me like a lollipop, tasting every last drop of me. When I pull my hand free, I touch his hard chest and give him my best fuck me smile.
“You should sleep.”
Well, those are not the words I had expected to hear from him.
Sleep? Is he insane?
I’m horny and want sex.
Drunk Sailor equals sex.
A lot of sex.
“I want to fuck,” I say, turning around and dropping down into a yoga pose with my ass in the air, legs tucked, so he can see all of me.
“Fuck me, Sailor,” he breathes out.
And before I can say anything, his hands are on my back and he flips me over, moves me to the top of the bed, and places me there like a doll. “Stay there and go to fucking sleep. I’m not going to fuck you while you’re drunk. I want to fuck you when you know you’re being fucked, so you don’t forget a single fucking thing,” he bites out. He pulls up the duvet and places it over me. Then he walks away, and I hear the shower turn on. Pushing the covers back, I get out of bed and walk in to see one of his hands braced on the wall, the other on his cock as he pumps it hard and fast.
“I can help with that,” I say, stepping into the shower.
“No, you can watch.” He continues stroking his long, hard cock. I keep my distance, but I bite my lip and push my tits together, squeezing the nipples. His eyes are locked on me, but his hand never stops moving on his cock.
I slide my hand down between my legs and touch myself, and his hand goes even faster, working his cock. I watch as he comes, and after he does, he leans in, inches from my lips. “I’ll be fucking you the minute I open my eyes in the morning, lollipop.” He steps out of the shower, leaving me there, smirking. I wash myself quickly and walk out to find him lying in bed. I climb in next to him and he pulls me close and kisses the top of my head. “Sleep, lollipop.”
I do.
I pass the fuck out.
Hard.
I wake to hands skirting up my naked body. Hands so warm that I lean in and melt into their touch. Kisses skate across my neck, and I know those kisses. I’ve missed those kisses. Hands so tender drag along my legs until they reach my inner thighs before they move upward to where they’re meant to be. I turn, facing him. And I cover my mouth because, hello, morning breath.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, lust obvious in his voice.
“Morning breath,” I whisper.
He removes his hand for a quick second, turns over, and I hear the drawer opening before he turns back around and passes me a little white pill. I look at it, confused.
“Mint… for your mouth.” I take it, the minty flavor coats my tongue as his hands dive back under the covers and he pulls me closer to him, his hands back on my legs as he gently massages them. “Do you remember last night?” His voice is dark as he leans in and places lazy, soft kisses up my neck. I bare my neck more because I like the way it feels. The way he feels.
“I do.”
“Do you still want me to fuck you, lollipop?” he asks, biting my ear and tugging it between his lips.
“Yes,” I reply, without any hesitation.
Keir pulls my leg up over his and I feel him hard between my legs, right on that spot. My body starts moving, grinding on him, as he continues to kiss me. He raises his hand to his mouth, and he sucks his fingers before he moves them between us and touches my clit. He applies pressure—sweet, wonderful pressure—then moves in circular motions while I grind on his cock.
“You will move in with me,” he states as our movements become faster. “And every morning we will wake up like this.”
He almost has me.
Almost.
“No.”
“I’ve called it off. You were there,” he says.
When I say nothing, his hand stops, and I push his shoulder back. He moves as I climb on top of him, pushing myself back on him until I feel him there. Then, I lower myself on his cock and he groans before trying again. “Tell me you will.”
“No,” I repeat.
He grips my hips and stops me from moving. “Sailor, tell me you will.”
I lean down and manage to kiss his lips. “No.”
Keir’s hands slide up to my face to deepen the kiss, and I start moving my hips, rocking them back and forth, and feeling every inch of him inside of me.
I can feel it—it’s coming so fast.
His lips taste so good, my mind is out of control. So much so that when he throws me off him, I’m still reaching for him like a lost puppy. He gets up, opens his drawer again, and pushes me back down. “Spread them.” I do as he says, the ache building as I wait for him to come back. His cock is rock hard and covered in me.
I bite my lip as he bends down between my legs and opens them even wider. Then I hear a wrapper. I think it’s a condom until I feel something different in my vagina. His mouth comes forward and he licks his way up, then back down. His tongue moving in delicate movements making me quiver. It doesn’t take long before I’m writhing beneath him and unable to hold back as my hands clutch the sheets and his fingers slide into me. I manage to open my eyes as he pulls out his fingers, and that’s when I see it—a lollipop. He pops it into his mouth and smirks at me. “Tastes like my favorite flavor.”
“Was that…” I don’t finish, because by the look on his face, I know he just had that up my vagina. He pulls it from his mouth, then leans over me, grabs a pillow, puts it under my hips, and then puts the lollipop near my face.