Delighted by the idea of tying him down and having her way with him slowly, she grinned and earned a raised eyebrow from him that she ignored as she nudged him backwards to the bed. He went without complaint and dropped on the mattress when his knees caught the edge. Juliette went down with him on her knees between his parted feet. Realization widened his eyes. But he didn’t stop her when she reached for his fastens and unleashed his erection.
It jutted out from between the V of his trousers. Thick and proud, it stood at attention with its fat cap and hard shaft. Veins crisscrossed beneath soft, pink skin. They pulsed beneath the palm she wrapped around the base.
Above her, Killian hissed. His knuckles whitened around the edges of the mattress. Juliette raised her chin just enough to peer up at him through her lashes. The intense set of his jaw radiated in the heat of his eyes as he bore down at her.
Leaning forward, she grazed the top with an open mouth kiss. The appendage gave a jerk in her hand that she took delight in as she continued her progress down the length to the base. Then she worked her way back up with the flat of her tongue all the way up to circle the hood. Clear liquid had begun to trickle free and she lapped it up before taking just the top into her mouth and sucking lightly. She flicked with her tongue and earned a low grunt from the man.
“Juliette…”
Ignoring the plea, she made a slow descent, taking him deep into the hot cave of her mouth until there was about an inch between her lips and his base. She drew back, dragging her tongue along the shaft. She nipped at the hood once before working her way down again, faster.
After a moment, she worked a pretty good rhythm, using her hand and tongue and sometimes teeth until his labored panting was all that filled the room. It was a talent listening for the exact moment to really start the torture while concentrating, but Stan had been a five minute pumper and she knew when to recognize lift off.
When his gasps became choked groans, Juliette eased her hand inside his trousers and cupped the heavy weight of his balls. The violent jerk of his body almost made her grin if she hadn’t been focusing so hard. Instead, she gripped them, tugging and massaging gently in time to her sucking and pumping. The vein along the base beat faster. His hips began to jerk like all he wanted to do was thrust up and end his own suffering. But she tightened her grip on his cock, warning him not to do anything that might accidentally get him bit off.
She was the boss now.
“Juliette…”
The low, tortured whimper was just what she’d been waiting for. The hand cradling his sac clamped firmly around the skin connecting them to his body and squeezed just as he started to come. His cock twitched wildly, but nothing happened. She had made him stop coming.
“Fuck!” he snarled. “Fuck! What … Jesus … fucking … fuck!”
Ignoring his incoherent swear fest, Juliette sucked on the sensitive cap. She licked and nibbled. Each one had him swearing louder and thrashing faster, but not to get away. He dropped back against the mattress, hands flying to his face as he threatened and begged her to stop. To not stop. To please … please end it.
Juliette smirked. “Patience.”
His growl almost made her laugh in giddy delight. She focused on working the purple cock in her hand until she was certain he wouldn’t come.
She released him and got to her feet. Hastily, she shoved her panties to the ground and stepped out of them and her sandals. She reached for the nightstand closest to her and yanked it open.
No condoms.
Muttering a curse, she scrambled up on the bed. One leg was throw across Killian’s hips and she straddled his prone body while reaching across to the other nightstand. Her fingers closed around the box and she tugged it free of the drawer. Silver packets spilled across the sheets. She fumbled to tear one free of its row without leaving her place on Killian’s abdomen.
Why hadn’t she thought to do this before she started?
Exasperated, she got one and sat back on hard, corded thighs and tried to figure out how to put it on him. The circular bit of rubber came with no instructions. She vaguely remembered something from high school health class about the pointy end going up … or was it down? What pointy end?
A chuckle from her companion had her glancing up to find Killian watching her. His amused expression was tight, but amused nonetheless. He took the thing from her and nimbly did the job himself.
“Not a word!” she warned as she adjusted herself to take him.
He was still grinning, but wisely said nothing.
Planting both palms on his chest, she arched her hips and wiggled, trying to get his cock to slide in. It was there. She could feel it bumping against the hard muscle of her clit and nudging against her wet opening, but it kept dodging her attempts when she tried to get on it.
Frustration welled up inside her, infuriating her enough to draw tears. This was not how she’d wanted to seduce him.
“Are you doing that on purpose?” she accused sharply when he missed again. “No!” she snapped when his hands lifted off the mattress. “I’ve got it.”
He let his hands drop.
Determined now, she reached down between her legs and held him. Let’s see you try and escape now! She thought with a wild sort of cackle in her head as she gripped him firmly and guided the head to her opening.
Once the cap broke through, the rest followed seamlessly. He stretched her in all the places that made her head rock back and her body shudder. Her nails dug into hot skin, anchoring her to the only solid thing in the room as everything else drifted away, except how fucking amazing he felt.
Hard, calloused hands settled on her hips and eyes she had no recollection of shutting flew open. Her head snapped down to find him watching her, his face burning with the same wild fire as the one raging through her.
“You feel so good,” she whispered, unable to stop herself.
Her hips rocked, not sure if it was his doing or hers, but the sensation of pure bliss amplified. It surged up through her hot and unsteady like whiskey on an empty stomach. Every nerve ending in her body seemed to come alive.
“Faster.”
Following his quiet command, Juliette bucked. She rose up over him and plunged down again and again, working up a pace that had her tightening and her core throbbing as it approached a too soon end.
“Killian…?”
His answer was to push up and band her middle with both arms. In that position, she was drawn into his lap, her legs circled his waist and her own arms went around his shoulders. But it was the depth of his cock and the angle … Christ the fucking angle. Every thrust and pull dragged his shaft along the tight nub holding her together. It pushed her each time a little closer until she was nothing more than a mindless bundle of nerves straining for release. She couldn’t think or speak except to pant his name and beg him not to stop.
She had a vague recollection of her bra being snapped open and her breasts freed to his hand. She hurriedly tossed the article of clothing aside as the nipples were stroked by clever fingers. Then pinched and rolled and just when she wasn’t sure she could take anymore, he was sucking and nipping and with a harsh cry, Juliette came. Her head fell back as her whole body shuddered and rolled over his. Her nails tore skin off his back, but he didn’t seem to notice, too preoccupied by the tongue he was tracing around each nipple.
She came down slowly from her high. His arms were still there, holding her close, holding her together. His mouth moved up to her neck and he nipped lightly at her pulse.
Lax and incredibly sated, Juliette clasped him to her and let him work out his own release. Every so often, she’d move her hips against his, enjoying the sensitivity of her own body. Killian didn’t seem to mind. He didn’t seem to be in any hurry either. He let his hands and mouth move over every inch of her that he could touch and she loved that too. His hands were magical. Every caress had her skin tingling and her insides fluttering. She honestly never wanted him to stop. But he came with a grunt that he stamped into the slope of her shoulder. Blunt fingers dug into her shoulder blades as he panted into her skin. His cock jerked uncontrollably a few times before falling still. Against her chest, his rose and fell rapidly. His hot breath fanned across the curve of her neck.