Knots (Club Imperial Book 4) (10 page)

“And which way would that be?” Killian moved his lips away for only a moment.

Glancing down, she saw his eyes were closed and he was totally focused on her breast. “How good are you at the Kama Sutra?”

His lips curled into a smile. “Oh, sweetie, I have the feeling we’re going to have a lot of fun.”

“Not if you don’t get those goddamn boxers off.”

Without warning, she found herself being tossed forward on the bed. Slightly disoriented, she landed on her hands and knees and felt Killian’s fingers running under the band of the panties she was wearing. They slipped to the side and his tongue caressed her sex, up one side and down the other mind-blowingly slow.

“Oh shit!” she gasped, almost losing her balance at his intrusion. His tongue found her clit and danced over it, pressing and then pulling back. “Killian!”

“Let me play with my gift,” he growled against her. “I’m still unwrapping. There are pretty ribbons to be untied.” He slipped a finger under the garter and went back to the task of tasting her.

Cece surrendered and leaned down on her elbows. The tremors were already racing up her body while his tongue tickled and licked her clit. Half a moment later, she realized he had distracted her while he unclipped her garter. The panties slipped down her hips, and Killian lifted his head just enough to drop them to her knees. Putting his head back down on them, Cece realized that he had trapped her in that position while he lapped at her wet folds.

“Killian, let me up,” she breathed.

“I want to play,” he answered, and nibbled on her clit.

“Oh, damn it, Kay.” The tremulous orgasm he was building was approaching fast and she both wanted it and didn’t want it. It was too soon; she wanted to draw this out, spend time winding each other up and finally bringing them both to a peak. But she also couldn’t deny he had her wanting the climax. There was a far more talent to his tongue than he had led her to believe, and took pleasure in showing her that. It would be far too unkind to not fully enjoy what he was offering her. Never mind that it had been years since she’d laughed and just enjoyed herself. “Make me come, Killian.”

“All night, babe,” he said. One of long cool fingers traced it’s way down the seam of her ass, past the tight pucker of her back entrance and to the hyper-sensitive bridge between there and the soaked tunnel of her sex. Pausing there for a moment, his finger teased all around her entrance. That same finger slowly snaked into her, giving her a low feeling of being filled, and easily found the inner bundle of nerves. Killian stroked it with care, as he sucked her clit into his mouth and lapped at it much the same as he had done with her nipples.

Cece felt the orgasm just out of reach and even more she felt Killian keeping at bay. He was certainly playing with her, and she whimpered at the realization that he was drawing her out. “Killian, please, please. Just make me come.”

There was a tender and taunting ‘hmm’ against her sex. “I like it here. I think I’ll stay awhile.”

“Kay!” she cried. She was teetering on the edge and just couldn’t get over it. “Stop teasing, oh Christ, stop teasing!”

“You want this?”

“Yes, yes! Please, make me come. Let me come!”

A second finger joined the first her sex, and Killian swirled his tongue around her sensitive bud while his fingers found her other bundle of nerves. His tongue flicked over her again, and it was her undoing. Cece gasped and tensed so hard she couldn’t make a sound, couldn’t move. She dropped her head to the bedcover, gasping and trying to catch her breath as she was swept along. Killian was relentless, teasing more of the orgasm out of her.

She hadn’t come that hard in a very long time, and he suddenly crossed the threshold between pleasure and pain. “Oh, stop, stop,” Cece gasped. “Stop.”

His tongue was gone in the next instant. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she breathed. “Just too long, too much. It started to hurt.”

Surprising her, he lifted his head and pressed a careful kiss to her mons. “I’m sorry, my pretty kitty. I hope you’ll let me play some more.”

Looking back at him between her spread legs, Cece laughed at him. “I’m sure it will.”

He carefully ran his hands up her sides and rolled the two of them on the bed, and for once, Cece was very grateful to be on her back. She stared at Kay who was kneeling between her legs. “You’re still wearing the goddamn boxers.”

“I still need to finish unwrapping you.”

“This seduction shit is over,” she smirked. “Take your damn boxers off. I want to see that magnificent cock of yours.”

A smooth slide forward found Killian’s lips pressed against hers. Her own cream was on his lips and she was liked the way it tasted on him. His kiss was slow and deep, and end with a smirk on his face. “You know how to make a man feel good.”

“You’re not too shabby either,” she answered.

He quirked his lip up. “Condom?’

“Well, yes, if you ever show me what you’ve got.”

He slowly slid down her body, pulling the garter off with him, and it and the panties wound up on the floor with every thing else. She watched him walk over to the nightstand, and cursorily noticed that he put a box of condoms in  reach of the bed. His perfect ass was entirely too distracting; even worse was when he turned back to her and she could see the boxers still tented with his erection.

“Please stop teasing me, Kay.” Cece’s voice was quiet. “I want to see you naked.”

He didn’t answer her. At least, not verbally. Instead, he gave his answer by slipping his hands under the waist band of the boxers, and pulled them down and off, to the pile on the floor. He straightened and Cece sighed, reclining back. “God, yes,” she breathed. He was big, as she thought he was—not much longer than average but thicker than she’d hoped. He looked delicious standing there, naked, cock standing straight and proud.

His eyes wandered over her body, naked except for the stockings. The slow gaze was smoldering, and she could feel it on her skin. She wanted the gorgeous body in front of her; he was even better than she’d imagined and her pulse quickened again knowing she was going to have him. A smirk appeared on his face, and his eyebrow raised. “Someone likes what they see.”

The soft, satiny cover let her slide back further on the bed. Once she was safely back on the bed, she pushed her legs apart, and gave him a seductive, knowing smile. “I think someone else does too. Do you want to keep unwrapping?”

“Take those off for me, babe.” He was breathing deeply, clearly trying to stay in control himself.  “I want to see you peel them off those gorgeous legs of yours.”

It was an easy request for her to grant; she wanted to feel every last inch of his skin sliding against her, touching all of her. As she ran her hand under the lace to slide the stocking down, she paused and looked up at him. “Show me how this makes you feel, Kay. Show me what you did the last time you saw me with just stockings on.”

A guttural grunt stuck in his throat, and without hesitation he fisted himself, and ran up and down his length with that same tight fist. “Is that what you want to see? You want to see how hard I was when I saw you sitting on the edge of the desk?”

“Yes,” Cece answered without hesitation. Her hands trailed under the lace again, capturing it, slipping it down her leg. She hardly paid attention to what she was doing, she was completely mesmerized by his hand pumping up and down on his thick shaft. The stocking joined everything else on the floor and Cece moved back to the top of the other one. Her eyes were transfixed on him as she slipped the other stocking down. “You are so delicious standing there.”

“I cannot wait to bury this in you,” he hissed, his teeth clenched.

Her breath came out ragged, and she delicately dropped the other stocking to the floor. “Get over here and fuck me, Killian.”

In two strides he was to the bed and a heartbeat later, looming over her on the bed, pressing her legs apart. Cece let herself fall back on the bed, taking him with her as he caught her lips in a scorching kiss. She wrapped her hand around the shaft she had wanted to touch since he first pressed it against her, and groaned at the feeling of him, hard and hot, in her hand.

Killian slid his hands under her and turned them on the bed, sliding Cece up so that her head was on one of the pillows. He didn’t let her lips go until he had moved her to his liking, and she was shocked that the Domme in her let this happen so easily. “What are you doing?” she asked, only partly caring about the answer.

“I’ve waited so many years to get you in my bed,” he panted, “I’m going to make sure the neighbors hear it and the walls remember it.” The heat in the kiss that followed was enough to set the room on fire; Cece couldn’t believe that there was this much passion, this much desire between them and she had never, ever seen it before.

She managed to grab one of the condoms on the nightstand--she wasn’t really sure how--and sheath him carefully, enjoying the sensation of his heavy cock in her hand. She guided him to her sex, resting him against her entrance. “I want this, Kay.”

His lips brushed against her neck. “You’re okay with the size?” There was an easy, lusty smirk on this face when she turned her head to look at him. “Need any help?” Cece squinted at him, and his husky laugh danced on her skin. “Lube, babe. Just lube.”

“You already took care of that.” Cece smirked right back at him.

“You are one dirty little librarian.” Killian nibbled on her ear and pressed against her waiting sex. Cece wrapped her legs around him, digging her heals into his ass. She knew he understood the signal, and a moment later entered her slowly, spreading her around him as he moved in. Cece quickly became aware of the fact that Killian knew what he was doing. He was in control of himself and he was slowly taking control of her.

“Holy shit,” she breathed as he moved even deeper.

“Alright?” Kay paused for just a moment.

“Keep going,” she hissed. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop. Oh,
God
. ” She felt so full, and he pushed that feeling of full as he pushed further inside her. She prized her legs off  him and spread them wider, welcoming him even deeper.

Deeper he went, and her willing sex spread for him. “Damn, Cece.”

With a last little push, he seated himself fully in her, nudging the top of her. She gasped from the tingle the touch spread through her and wrapped her arms around him. “Oh, yes,” she hissed, holding him there not allowing him to move yet. A little lift of her hips nudge him deeper and the feeling raced through her, chasing down a small, quaking orgasm that caught her buy surprise. She rippled around his intrusive cock and he groaned against her skin where he had pressed his forehead.

“Let me move, Cece,” he begged. “Or I’ll come right now and I’m not ready to.”

She let out a long breath, closing her eyes. “I want to feel you moving in me.” Her grip released a bit, letting Killian know he could move now. But his movement were consuming: she stretched over him, and shrank behind him. He was unlike any other man she’d welcomed to her bed, rough and tumble and yet completely gentle and abiding. There was no doubt that Killian knew his body. He had to, with his wonderful, penetrating girth.

Cece eyes popped open as he started moving more quickly. Instantly, she caught his bright hazel eyes, and the wonder and lust there was overwhelming. It almost frightened her--could they really have been crossing paths all this time without a single hint that this, his firm, desire-infused body looming over her, lording over her burning senses, was what they had both wanted?

More than that, Cece realized, unable to glance away from his adoring gazing. He wanted far more than just a quick fuck, or even a single hot night that they would never forget. Killian’s desire was manifested in his drive, his relentless thrusts into her slick sex and in the gorgeous wide eyes that bore into hers—memorizing each detail as she moved and moaned and ground into him. Every sound she made, he remembered her voice; every flutter of her eyes, he memorized her face; every move she made against him, he memorized her touch.

Jesus Christ, Killian was in love with her.

She couldn’t say she didn’t want his heart.

She couldn’t even pretend that she wasn’t giving her heart to him.

An understanding flickered in his eyes. An unspoken
I love you
danced across his face, and the shared knowledge they couldn’t say the words to each other without breaking the world around them. She knew, as he did, that right at that moment, this giving and taking of each other was all they could have.

But she wanted more. She wanted everything with him.

And it hit her: this was not a quick romp for her either. This was not a meaningless fling. This was a brand, a bond to hold their souls together while the people around them conspired to keep them apart. Cece would not have that. She and Killian knew in that instant that they would fight the whole damn world to be together, or die trying.

“Killian,” she breathed. The rest of the words were unspoken.

“Cece,” he answered, and she heard his unformed thoughts.

“More, give me more of you,” Cece whispered.

He couldn’t answer her the way she knew he wanted to. Instead, he moved inside her in a gorgeous rhythm she never wanted to end. He filled and withdrew, and it didn’t take but a few more of his thrusts to drop her into another, far more consuming climax. And as he had promised, neighbors wouldn’t forget this soon. “Killian!” She screamed and his name echoed in the room.