Idol(35)

Her shorts fly over my shoulder, and I kiss my way down her slick body, pausing at her tits, because they need to be worshiped just a little bit more. I could spend all night here. But I’ve caught a glimpse of what waits for me.

I can’t get there fast enough, settling down on the bed and gently spreading her legs to make room for me. Heat licks over my skin, and my balls draw tight. “Oh, God, you have such a cute little pussy.”

Her head wrenches up, and she glares at me down the length of her body. “Do not call it cute.”

“But it is,” I croon, placing a soft kiss on her pink bud, loving the way it jumps under my touch. I hum in satisfaction. “So fucking cute.”

She plops back onto the pillow, her voice weak. “Fine. Whatever.”

I know she loves it. Every dirty word that comes out of my mouth gets her wetter. I stroke my knuckle along her swollen lips, watching her glisten. My voice is low and rough. “We’re going to have to work at getting my cock in here.”

She whimpers, her hips canting, trying to follow my touch.

I push my own hips against the bed. “It’ll be so tight, this little pussy.”

Jesus, I almost come right there. My breath whooshes out, and I’m slightly dizzy. I lower my head. A groan tears out of her as I gently suckle her clit. Hell, I moan too because she tastes like butterscotch, rich and sweet and fucking perfect.

Everything gets hazy, thick and dark. I’m so hot my skin prickles and shivers. There’s nothing but me and the feel of her against my tongue, the sounds she makes—little whimpers—and the wet suck and slide of my mouth. My palms grasp her plush thighs, hold them steady as she writhes.

“Killian…God.”

I pull back from my feast, loving how hot I’ve made her, and give her a smile. “For you, I’ll answer to both.”

A cute growl escapes her. She’s quick, grasping the back of my head and tugging me close. “More.”

I chuckle, low and pleased. “Yes, ma’am.”

And when she comes on my tongue, my fingers pumping deep inside her snug box, it’s gorgeous. She puts her whole body into it, arching off the bed, tits pointing skyward, her slim body glowing and damp.

She falls back, weakly grasping the sheets. “Fuck.”

“Soon, baby doll.” I’m scrambling to get my pants off because I need to be in her.

Libby lies prone, gazing at me down the length of her body. And I pause to take it in. My breath catches in my throat, and I can’t help running my palm down her thigh. “Look at you, all open and wet for me. And so fucking beautiful it makes my heart hurt.”

Her breasts tremble as she giggles. Giggles. I made my reclusive girl giggle. “Just your heart?” she asks.

“Oh, my dick hurts too.” I palm it now. I’m so hard it’s weighed down. No give to it at all. “It needs a hug.”

Her smile is sunshine, spreading warmth over my skin. “Come here,” she says.

And I’m done.

The bed creaks as I shove my shorts down and kick them free. My arms are unsteady, fucking shaking, as I lean over her. My dick pushes against her entrance, and she gazes up at me. When our eyes meet, my throat closes. “Libby.”

She touches my cheek but then frowns. “Wait.”

I freeze. I think my heart stops cold. I want to beg at this point, but I manage to speak without cracking. “What is it?” Please don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind.

She gives me a weak smile. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Something? I have no clue. My dick is doing all the thinking now, and he is pretty much yelling, let me in!

Her brow lifts. “Condom?”

Reality is a long crash down. I stare at her blankly before groaning long and pained. “Mother fucker.”



Libby



Some sick part of me wants to laugh at Killian’s agonized expression. But mainly I want to sob. Because it’s clear he doesn’t have a condom.

His head sinks to my shoulder as he sighs. “Shit. I haven’t… I haven’t needed them for a while.”

Call me a jealous slag, but warmth fills my chest. “Me either.”

He gives me a squeeze. “I didn’t plan this. I mean, I’ve fantasized about it constantly, yeah. But I didn’t think it would happen tonight.”

This endears him to me even more. I wrap my arm around his broad shoulders and kiss his cheek. “I know.” If I had any sense, I’d have stocked up on my own.

“I’m clean,” he says, almost hopefully. “Never gone without a condom before. Test regularly. I should have said all that before.”

“I am too.” I wriggle a little beneath him, because he feels so damn good against me. The tip of his cock is broad and hot. It actually hurts not having him push into me, I want it so badly. “But I’m not on birth control.”