2020, July 22nd
(Location Undisclosed)
KEIRA
Our eyes locked. His breath hitched in his throat as he drank me in. He licked his lips, grinning coyly as he shook his head. I leaned back on my elbows. Then I spread my legs wide open.
"See something you want, Denny?" I teased, sticking a finger into my moist pussy. My eyes drifted down to the tent in his pants, then snapped back up to his face. "I know I do," I said, pulling my finger out.
I showed him the proof of my arousal, then stuck my finger into my mouth and licked my finger clean. His hand went for his stiff dick like a man in a trance, eyes never leaving mine.
"Damn woman, have mercy," he said, cautiously stroking his dick through his pants.
I chuckled. That reaction never got old. At the sound of my laughter, Aiden reluctantly turned around. This development was new. Unforeseen. I stopped laughing.
"Okay, here's how this is going to go. I'm going to turn back around and ravish you. Let's face it, that's obviously going to happen. Then we're going to go out for lunch, a walk, ice cream, sightseeing, I don't care. We're going out though. I'm not going to let your messed up family stop you from living," he said nonchalantly.
Men like Aiden didn't demand things, at least not in the traditional sense. He coaxed his desires out of you. Before you knew it, his silver tongue had you wanting to obey.
I smiled. Stupid, toe curling, heart fluttering kisses. As it turned out, I liked him almost as much with his clothes on as off. Aiden Condron broke me. He got me to talk to him. Laugh with him. Things were changing and I didn't know how to stop it.
He knew Kate was probably tailing us. That's why he had been going along with this craziness for the last few days. Every now and then, he gently tried to sway me against the house arrest I had imposed on us. This was the closest he had ever gotten to success.
I got up off the bed and helped him out of his shirt. My fingers trailed over the ripples of hard muscle that made up his back. He wasn't the only one that couldn't stop looking. The constant sexual tension between us was electric. I couldn't keep off his dick as a result. This wasn't that.
He couldn't see me. Wasn't touching me back. Whatever was between us right that second, was far more intimate. Magnetic. Compelling.
"They're dangerous people Aiden," I said, pressing my ear up against his naked back to listen to the sound of his heart beat. It raged on, pounding like a war drum. The sound soothed me. My own pulse sped up. "Kate wants you dead, Madz wants me back and I'm just not ready to—"
He grabbed my hands and pulled until my body was pressed firmly against his. I gulped as he wrapped my arms around him tightly. Every fiber in my being wanted to withdraw. I knew he wouldn't let me even if I tried. When did we start holding each other? How did I just notice how amazing it felt?
"Ready to what Keira?" he asked, voice filled with expectation and curiosity.
My walls crumbled. He'd spent the last five months weakening them. I just couldn't hold back anymore. A lengthy moment passed before I told him, my voice small and strained.
"Let go."
He turned around to show me his cocky grin. It reached his eyes and made them glow with warmth and affection. The light in him, the ease with which he accepted everything made it impossible not to want to smile back.
"Then don't," he said, surprising me by grabbing me and throwing me over his shoulder.
He smacked my ass. I yelped, the lump in my throat dissolving. The sound of my laughter filled the room. I pretended to struggle against him as he carried me off.
"Shower time," he said menacingly, a smile in his voice.
He had my back up against the wall within moments of us getting into the shower. When he tried to kiss me, I turned away from him, trying to regain some form of control.
"No kissing without fucking. You've been bad lately, Denny," I said, smirking at him coyly.
He smirked right back, grabbed his dick and shoved it deep into me. I took it all at once. No gasps. No moans. My body betrayed me anyway. It tensed, then trembled. I wrapped my limbs around him to steady myself without meaning to.
"There. Now we're fucking," he said, smashing his lips into mine before I could come up with a smart come back.
I offered some reluctance, stubbornly refusing to let his tongue into my mouth. Never one to be denied, he persisted, swiping his tongue against my lip.
"Your rule, Killshot. Open your mouth, Keira," he mumbled against my lips.
I was already putty in his hands. My heart thudded madly. My chest heaved. My pussy's nerve endings filled me with a subtle ache, anticipating pleasure.
My eyes flew open. I glared at him stubbornly. His ocean blues remained closed. He was unguarded.
"You're balls deep in an assassin and you're making demands?" I spat out defiantly.
He met the words with a shrug, withdrew all the way and slammed back into my pussy. My body shuddered.
"You haven't been in charge for ages, soldier. Women with my dick in them seldom are," he said smugly.
I opened my mouth to retort. He took full advantage of the opportunity, withdrawing again and slamming back into me.
Fucking asshole.
"You fu—" I began.
He shut me up by shoving his tongue down my throat. His mouth sealed mine. The reluctance vanished. My stomach was flooded by butterflies. A thrill went through my body. Then he started fucking me. Slow pace. Careful, gentle, strokes. Mouth still glued to mine.
I moaned my disapproval into his mouth, but my body didn't agree with my brain. My limbs wrapped around him. I clung to him fiercely as we made out feverishly. Hair.
Back. Face. Shoulders. Arms. I touched everything I could get my hands on.