Page 33 of Bound By Ink

I hold my breath and try to relax. He presses gently against me, watching intently as he steadily pushes inside me. I cover my mouth. My scream wants to tear out of me. The smile he gives me makes my knees weak, and my ass relax. He tentatively pushes inside. He leans forward, kissing the back of my hand that’s clamped over my mouth.

“Fuck, you’re taking me better than I ever imagined.” My eyes widen. My hand falls away from my mouth. Has he thought about this before, aboutus?

“Oh, fuck,” I whisper. He leans in closer, his lips meet mine, and he kisses me so freaking tenderly that I melt. I wrap my arms around him, and he lets go of my thigh. His lips caress mine as he drags out of me, only toslide back in when I think he’s gonna pull out completely. I groan and grind against him as he bottoms out. Fuck, he’s so big. I’m so full, but honestly, everything I thought I knew about sex is being destroyed with every thrust and flick of his hips.

“Killian,” I gasp, unable to believe this is really happening. It feels too much. Too close to everything. My skin feels on fire. My heart is hammering, and he’s what can only be described as making love to me as his hips slowly pull out and glide back in. I jolt and jerk as he holds me close. He stares into my soul and kisses me.

I can’t help but fall deeper for the man I always wanted and never thought I’d have. This is gonna hurt so much when the reality ends, but I’m happy to stay in the dream for now. His hands caress every inch of me. His fingers slide over the planes of my abs, rolling and tugging when they reach my nipples.

His hot mouth licks and sucks at my neck while he whispers against my ear, “Jesus, you’re gonna make me nut so fucking fast if I’m not careful… Shit, your body… Fuck me, where did all these muscles come from? Fuck, you’ve been holding out on me. Hiding all this fucking sexiness beneath those nerdy clothes.” He sucks my ear into his mouth, groaning around it. “Fuck, Nerd. Your ass is so fucking tight, it’s sinful how good it feels. It was made for me.” He glides in and out so smoothly, my dick crushed between us, getting harder as his body rubs over it. “Scott, you feel so fucking good. I’ve needed this for so fucking long.” He sucks and nips at my neck. I turn my head for him when he finds the spot that drives me wild, and I start to squirm, my hips buck.

“Fuck, you like that, huh?”

“Oh God, yes, there, just fucking there,” I pant as he sucks harder. My fingers dig in, I’m clawing at him now. Needing him closer. I grip his back, pulling him against me. My dick throbbing between us, his pace picks up, and he growls a low rumble that sparks something inside me, a flicker of resignation, that no matter what, this will be the best night of my life.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough, Nerd. Fuck, you’ve got me. Fuck,” he yells as his hips crash into mine. He holds against me as his body pulses. Jerking and convulsing as he fires into the condom. His skin glistens, and his teeth dig into his bottom lip. I grind against him, my dick trapped between us, but I stutter a breath, trying not to let him know I’m about to come in case he stops. But he grins at me and slides against me. His dick softens inside me, but his body crushes against mine as he slides over my dick.

“Oh, oh God. Fuck yes. Oh, fuck,” I scream as I come. It spurts between us. I grunt as Killian slides over me a couple more times before his arms give in and his body fully collapses on mine.

“Jesus,” he exhales. He stares at me, and my face flushes, realising how intimate this is. His dick buried inside me, cum covering our abdomens, and his eyes staring into mine. Before I can look away, his lips collide with mine. Strong hands come up, binding around me, one sliding to the back of my neck and the other pressing down on my hip. Our bodies pressed against each other, his dick still inside me as he groans and sucks my bottom lip into his hot, dirty mouth.

Bang, bang, bang.“Fuck your boyfriend quieter, I can hear you over my fucking headphones.” Steven’s voicescreams through the closed door. I freeze. Killian doesn’t, though.

“Fuck him!” he whispers against my mouth as he kisses me harder. He grips my hair at the back of my neck, my legs wrap around his hips, holding him against me, and he kisses me like we’ve been together for years, like we belong together. It all feels so natural. It’s like I’m encapsulated within a dream. The way he touches me is so heightened. Every cell of my being is electrified, and my entire future has just slotted into place. I allow myself time to believe, to get lost in the fantasy, because when I wake up and he’s gone, that will be it.

I cling to him, my hand slides into his hair, my fingers tighten on the strands, and he groans.

“Fuck yeah. I wanna stick my dick in you so many times I forget what my name is,” he grunts at me.

“Killian, what the hell are we doing?” I gasp, shocked, my mind racing as the adrenaline wears off.

He cups my face. “Stay with me. Don’t overthink it. It’s just me and you, right here, right now.”

Nodding, I know what he means. We have this here, and now. Once we leave this bed, this room, the illusion will shatter, and we will go back to normal. I swallow hard and nod again.

“Fuck, you’re addictive.” He bites his lip, pulling it between his teeth. “I wanna fuck you again.”

My eyes widen, but my dick throbs, my heart pounds, and I smile at him. “So, do it.” He laughs and pulls out of me, flopping onto his back at my side. He tugs off the condom and ties it up, dropping it at the side of the bed.

“I’m an old man compared to you. I’ll need a minute.” He winks at me, and I start to sit up, but he grabs my arm. “Nerd.” I turn to look at him, and he nods toward the bed. “Stay.”

That one word has me frozen. I lie down, and he pulls me to him, holding me close; his arm cradles me, and my leg slides over his hip. His other hand slides over my cheek, and he just strokes my face. His cheek rests against the top of my head, and he kisses me. I grip him tighter. My hand roams his chest. My fingertips slide over the lines of his tattoos. He lets me stroke and kiss his chest. But my mind wanders, and my hand lowers, tracing over the tattoos on his stomach. I nudge his dick, and it pulses next to my hand. I take hold of it, wrapping my fist around it.

“Shit. Nerd,” he rumbles and bucks against my hand. His dick starts to thicken as I slowly slide my hand up and down his shaft. He blows out a breath. “Fuck, I need to be inside you again.” He starts to move, but I pull away from him, resting my hand on his chest. I take another of the condoms from the bed, and I stare at him while I rip the packet open, sliding it over his dick. His breathing is deeper, his chest rising and falling harder than a second ago. I’m clearly having an effect on him, and I love the way it makes me feel. Confidence builds inside me. A man like him, looking at me like he is right now, is doing strange things to my self-esteem. I don’t take my eyes off him. I slide my leg over him, and his lips quirk to the side. He smiles as I straddle him. His hands slip to my hips, and he grips me tight.

He bites his lip as I kneel and position his dick against my ass. After taking a few deep breaths, I slowlypress him inside me. Each inch registers as I slide down him, feeling each ripple and vein, as it presses into me. When I’m fully seated, my ass nestled flush against his groin, my hands spring to his chest, and I drop my head. “Oh, fuck.” I blow out a breath. I breathe heavier. Gasping a little. Fuck, this was a bad idea, and also fuck, this feels amazing. I’m so full, so turned on, and nothing will ever compare to this.

“Easy tiger.” His hand cups my face, tilting it to meet his gaze. “You take me so well. Fuck, Scott, I don’t think I’m ever gonna get enough now. I’m done for.” He shakes his head. “You’ve fucking ruined me.” I give him a nervous smile while I try to will myself to move, understanding it’s all heat-of-the-moment stuff. I know it will all be over soon, and I’m okay with that. My eyes stare at his, and I sit straighter. His fingers slide to my hips, and he grips me tighter. He starts to rock me, back and forth, and I groan. My head lolls, and I bite my lip as I blow out a breath toward the ceiling.

The tight confines of my ass ease slightly. My body aches for more. I start to pick up my pace, and I reach down and wrap my fist around my dick. But Killian’s hand grabs my wrist. “That’s mine.” He pulls my hand to his lips, kisses it, and places it on his chest.

“Ride me, beautiful, I’ll take care of you so fucking good.” I stare into his eyes, and I believe him. I grind against him, and he bucks into me, holding me tighter.

“Fucking hell. Nerd. Fuck, fuck me, that’s it, fuck me so damned good.”

I start to lift myself, bouncing on him.

He growls at me, his words gone, feral noises rip from him, and I can’t stop. I drop harder and faster ontohim. He thrusts into me, and I drop down, my ass crashing into his hips. He bites his lip. “Keep going, I’m gonna fucking blow. Fuck me.” His body goes rigid, but I bounce, my ass clenching around him as I spear myself on his thick cock, over and over again. There’s a weird feeling that rides through me. His warmth, the sensation of skin on skin, so much better than my wildest dreams, and I’ve dreamt of this moment for so long.