Killian doesn't crack a smile, but I can see it in his eyes now. "Even when you apologize, you're mouthy as hell.”
"Want to see how mouthy I can be?" My eyes drop lower to the towel that's tented by his cock.
23
Killian
All of the blood in my brain goes straight to my dick as this woman standing in front of me steps forward and flicks the edge of my towel open, catching it before it falls to the ground. Her eyes remain trained on mine as she slowly folds the fabric in half.
"I can apologize better," she tells me as she lays the towel gently on the front deck before falling to her knees. We're not even inside the house. We're standing in front of the door and I'm naked as a jaybird with this woman at my feet this woman who makes me crazy, who seems to have a way of getting under my skin and grating on my nerves and pissing me off. Except that she also turns me on so hard I can't see straight.
"I'm still pretty irritated." That's a lie. I might be irritated later, but right now all I can think about is her mouth. That is the only thing in this entire world that matters.
"I'm sorry," she whispers, wrapping her hand around the base of my cock. I shudder at the sensation of her touch. How many times have I jerked off to the thought of her hand sliding down the length of my cock? Or her lips wrapped around me?
Her thumb brushes over the tip, catching the pre-cum that beads there. As she opens her mouth, she looks up at me with those large blue-grey eyes. When she pauses, my cock so close to her that I can feel her warm breath, I want to freeze-frame this image in my head forever. I've never seen anything as sexy as she looks right now.
Then she wraps her lush lips around me. Her mouth is the warmest, wettest thing I've ever felt, and I want to feel it there forever. As she bobs up and down my length, taking more of me with each pass, I grip a handful of her hair, telling myself to stay in control. I try desperately not to do what every part of me is screaming to do: yank her further onto my cock and hold her tightly while I fuck her sassy little mouth.
I tell myself to be civilized.
This girl is civilized, I remind myself. She's classy. And smart.
And she's on her knees, her mouth tight around me, making these little moaning sounds in her throat that send vibrations roaring through me, making it virtually impossible to not lose control.
She takes away her lips, substituting her hand as she looks up at me. "Still irritated?"
I can't stifle my groan as her hand works me. How am I supposed to keep from coming when she's on her knees, looking at me the way she’s doing right now? "Yes," I groan. "Apologize harder."
Lily laughs, her other hand finding my heavy balls, cradling them in her hand as she jerks me off. God, this woman's touch is making me insane. "You're a hard man to please."
Even if she hadn't wrapped her lips back around my cock, I'd have groaned at the way she just talked about pleasing me. "That's it," I encourage her, my fingers laced through her hair.
She moans when I grip her hair tighter, holding her head as I thrust my cock into her mouth. She fucking moans. “Do you like that?”
Oh, hell. She nods, groaning her approval.
Heat washes over me in waves as I struggle to maintain control. “Is that what you want? Do you want me to fuck your mouth?”
She whimpers, her hands on my thighs, her only response being to pull me closer. Gripping her hair tighter, I thrust into her mouth, this time deeper. I don't stop talking to her, murmuring her name and asking her if she likes it, but I'm not sure what the hell I'm saying because she has me losing my damn mind. It’s not long before I’m close to the edge, and I pull out of her mouth, my cock in my hand.
"Why did you stop?" she asks, her brow furrowed. She licks her lips, her face upturned, and I can barely keep myself from coming on her.
I want to mark her. I want to make her mine. It’s not logical, and it makes no sense, but it’s some kind of primal thing, this urge I can’t control. I want to know she’s mine. "Because I'm so damn close to coming in your mouth, cupcake."
She doesn't take her eyes off of me. She puts her hand over mine, stopping me, and grips the base of my shaft. "Do it."
I groan as she envelopes my cock with her mouth again. There's no holding back now. The minute she resumes sucking me the way she did before, I let go into her perfect mouth. She takes everything I have, draining me dry until I have nothing left.
When she’s finished, she looks at me with a self-satisfied expression. "Was that a decent apology?"
"I can't remember what I was mad about." I pull her to her feet, my hands circling her tiny waist. Picking her up and pressing her against the side of the house, I don't bother with words before I dive underneath her skirt.
I need to taste her. I want to devour her.
So I do. She's soaking wet. If I'd had any question about whether she was turned on by having my cock in her mouth, that question would be answered.