Page 71 of Bound By Ink
“Erm, a bottle of cider, please.”
“That fruity shit you like?” He smirks against my cheek.
“It’s not shit.” I smile. The bartender comes over. Killian leans against my back, pinning me, and shakes his hand. After he orders the drinks, I reach down into my pocket and pull out my wallet, but Killian grips my wrist.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Paying.”
“I don’t fucking think so.” He shoves my hand into my pocket, and I flush, feeling a little silly.
I always had to pay when I went out with Derren. “I just thought… I assumed…” I blow out a breath, realising I don’t think I’ve ever paid when I’ve gone out with Killian. I takethe drink from the bar and turn in his arms. He pays and leans down, stealing a kiss, and I groan.
“Come on, let’s go over there.” He holds my hand and pulls me along through the crowd of people who want to stop and talk to him, but he just acknowledges them and keeps moving. We find a secluded spot, and he pulls me into his chest, his back against the wall, and he takes a drink.
I sip my drink but can’t take my eyes off his lips as he licks the liquid away. His hand slides around my waist as he tugs me closer, taking another drink before leaning in and kissing me. My hand grips the neck of the bottle, and the other one slides up and over his chest, feeling his pecs ripple under my touch. He swipes his tongue around my mouth, over my lips, and he groans into me.
“You taste so fucking sweet.”
I shiver. That raspy deepness that rumbles through my chest and down to my dick has me wanting to be all slutty and climb him like a tree, but we’ve only been here ten minutes. I don’t actually want to go home yet. I smile, and my traitorous hips grind against him. He grins into the kiss, pulling me tighter, his thick, hard dick presses into me.Oh my God.
He pulls back, his eyes filled with lust, and gives me a filthy smile.
“Stay with me tonight.” It’s not a question, but I nod anyway because I’m ready. There’s a cough behind us, and I turn my head, but Killian doesn’t let me go.
“Killer,” the voice says, and Killian smiles.
“Hey, man, nice to see you again.” He gives him a tight-lipped smile.
“Yeah, you wanna meet up later?”
“Nah, I’m busy.”
I watch the conversation, Killian’s grip on me never faltering.
“Maybe another time?” He smiles, stepping in a little closer, like I’m not even here. Reaching for Killian’s arm. Killian stares at him, scowls, and before his hand can touch him, he growls.
“This is Scott… My boyfriend.” I turn, still in Killian’s embrace, and reach a hand out. He stares at my hand, his face morphs, but he takes it, shakes it, and gives Killian a curt nod.
“See you around then.”
“Probably not.” Killian’s gaze drops back to me as the guy stands there, confused. Killian turns me around, grips my chin, and lifts it.
“Hey.” He smiles.
“Hey,” I grin back, and his lips meet mine in a tender kiss. I slide my hand up to his chest, and he grips my ass, tugging me against him. His lips slide over mine, and I twist his top. His other arm rests on my hip, still holding his bottle, and I start to relax. His body starts to move against mine, and I chuckle as he makes me dance with him. I grin into the kiss, but neither of us stops. Our bodies seem to just move instinctually as we gyrate against each other to the music. He peppers my cheeks and neck with kisses in between swigging from his bottle. Every time I take a drink, his lips chase mine, longing for the sweetness of my cider.
“You could just drink the cider, you know.” I smirk at him.
“It tastes so much better from your mouth, though,” he groans and grips me tighter, but I lean back, giving us some separation.
“I need the loo.” He nods towards them, but pulls me to him.
“You want me to come with you?”
“No. I’m a big boy. I can piss on my own.” I turn and walk away, and he smacks my ass. I’m already laughing when I glance over my shoulder and grin at him as I walk away.
I push into the toilets and make my way to the end urinal. After pulling out my dick, I stand and piss, thinking about nothing.
