I nod, my mouth still full of his cock. He grips his cock and starts pumping in and out of my mouth, his eyes squeezing shut. I grab him and pull him closer, attempting to work my tongue against his cock.
His reaction is immediate. His whole body seizes up. There is an intense look of concentration on his face. “Fuck, Ella.”
I slide my hand down to cup his balls. His eyes actually roll back in his head as he starts to move again, jerking in and out of my lips roughly. “Fuck,” he breathes. “Oh fuck. That mouth of yours is too perfect…”
He stops suddenly, pulling out of my mouth. Before I can even react, he’s covering the tip of his cock with his hand, cursing and clenching his eyes shut. He comes, shooting jets of milky white semen into his hand. The look of pleasure on his face, so intense and ecstatic it nearly borders on pain, makes me quiver.
“Damn.” When he’s done, Keir opens his eyes again. “That was too damn fast. I wanted to make it last longer. You and your mouth just felt too hot.”
I lick the corner of my mouth. “My pleasure.”
He gives me a rueful glance and runs his hands up my thighs.
“Now it’s your turn,” he husks. “Stay still. It’s time that I turned the tables on you.”
Feeling a little weird about it, I shiver as I remain in place.
Keir moves around, kneeling before me. He grabs my knees and spreading them wide.
Looking back behind me, I frown. At any moment, someone could burst through the bushes and practically trip over our two naked bodies. I feel a little awkward being exposed like that, but he isn’t too worried about my emotions just now.
“Cup your breasts,” he commands, ducking his head low. I expect him to start flicking his tongue over my clit, but of course he doesn’t.
He is always surprising, always keeping me on my toes.
Instead he starts kissing the inside of my thigh. His hands touch my inner thighs, sliding up as he trails his kisses toward my pussy. I moan softly, bucking just a little. He looks up at me, catching my eye.
His dark brow descends and he looks utterly sincere when he utters the next words. “Fuck, sweetheart. Do you even realize how beautiful you are to me?”
Then his head lowers again and he licks along my seam, causing my eyes to flutter closed. My brow wrinkles as he teases me, using two fingers to part my lower lips. When he finally seals his lips over my clit, sucking on it gently, a wave of pleasure washes through my whole body, rippling out from my pussy.
I grab my breasts, shaping my nipples with hard pulls. He alternates between licking and sucking my clit. Keir is going to drive me mad. He pulls unintelligible sounds of need from my lips, makes my hips thrust against that magical mouth of his.
When he’s good and ready he tests my entrance with the tips of two thick fingers, working them in and out. My pussy is beyond wet and ready for him, but there is still some resistance as he slides his fingers home. I groan, ready to explode.
“Fuck. Fuck, right there,” I whisper. “That’s so good, Keir…”
I feel him pause, wetting a finger from his free hand. Then he starts licking my clit again… while he pushes that fingertip against the tight balloon knot of my ass.
My eyes widen, but it doesn’t feel bad. Actually, with my clit being stimulated and Keir working his fingers slowly in and out of my pussy, it feels… naughty. But good.
I whimper, uncertain.
When he actually penetrates my ass with one finger, my eyes roll up in my head. “Oh god,” I choke out. “Don’t stop, Keir. God, don’t stop…”
For a second, it’s quiet, aside from the sound of blood rushing in my head and my heart beating like a drum. I stop trying to breathe and thinking about anything at all.
I only exist for the pleasure that Keir is giving me, right now, right here.
I come suddenly, the orgasm ripping through me, clenching and spasming. One moment I’m at the top of a cliff, looking down into the looming crevasse. The next I am in free fall, plummeting toward the bottom, praying that there will be a body of water to save me from certain death.
I’m pretty sure I scream. At some point Keir withdraws, licking at his mouth. When I can focus my eyes and breathe again, I look at him, wide eyed.
He smiles. “Fuck, darling. Watching you come apart will never get old.”
I hear a stranger’s voice in the distance and startle. Keir mutters and casts an angry look toward the sound.
“Fuck. We are in public, aren’t we?”
“Yes.” I wrinkle my nose and get up. Grabbing my shorts, I jam my legs into them.
Keir stops me, kissing me for a long moment and running his hand over my lower back. Then he picks up my bra, t-shirt, and panties, handing them to me.
We get dressed quickly, silence reigning. I watch Keir’s face, trying to read any feelings he’s having. But if he feels any particular way, he doesn’t share it with me.
He just pulls his t-shirt over his head and ties his shoes before hurrying me out of the bushes and eventually out of the park.
CHAPTER TWELVE
KEIRAN
I walk into the living room and do a double-take when I see Ella sitting alone on the couch. “It’s the middle of the day and my daughter isn’t attached to your hip? How did you manage to sneak away?”
She smiles and presses a finger to her lips. “She’s taking a nap, but I told her I’d be right out here waiting when she wakes up.”
I cross the room and sit down next to her, caressing her soft cheek and letting my fingertips trail down to the deep neckline of her silky top. Jesus, she’s so damn sexy without even trying. “Then I guess we’ll have to be quick. And quiet.”
“Right here?” She laughs but doesn’t try to stop me. “Someone is going to walk in. Either Isla or—”
I interrupt her with a kiss. “Isla isn’t waking up anytime soon. That kid sleeps like a rock. And nobody else matters.”
Not that I want to be caught by anyone else, either. It’s just that I don’t really care enough to stop.
A noise from the foyer catches my attention. It’s a noise I know well—the sound of the elevator door opening. And it’s followed by another sound I know equally well.
Stilettos on marble tile. There’s only one woman who would let herself into my apartment unannounced in the middle of the day.
“Dammit,” I groan, adjusting myself as I move away from Ella. “It’s like they heard us talking about being interrupted.”
She’s looking at me with wide eyes as she hurriedly smooths a hand over her clothes. “Who? What’s going on?”
I answer just as I hear my name being called from the foyer. “My mother’s here.”
“Keiran?” She appears in the living room and immediately casts a disapproving look in Ella’s direction. “I hope we aren’t interrupting.”
My dad is looking in over her shoulder. And behind him? Fuck, the hits just keep coming, don’t they?
“You brought Kinsley here?” I can’t even believe I have to ask this question right now. “Why, Mother?”
Now I’m the one on the receiving end of that disapproving look. “She’s the mother of my granddaughter and she’s still technically your wife. She has a right to be here, Keiran.”