Page 99 of Bad Influence
The dark promise in his words makes me quake and sends my mind reeling. I’m surprised by how much I want to give in.
He pushes the tip of his thumb inside me and I moan at the sensation. At the same time, it’s not enough to make me come. He tickles my clit with his tongue and I shift and push back, trying to get some relief. I’m fully aware that I’m two seconds away from riding his face until I come on him and nothing’s going to stop me.
Killian groans, flicking my clit with his tongue. My belly tightens, breaths coming too quickly. Killian removes his thumb and I make a noise of protest at the loss when he slides two fingers inside me. My eyes roll into the back of my head at the tight pressure.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” I groan.
Curling his fingers inside me, Killian reaches that spot which makes me see stars behind my closed eyes. He sucks my clit into his mouth and even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself from coming.
My body shakes as I cry out, grinding back against him, pussy pulsing around his fingers and mouth. When he moansagainst me, it just makes me come harder, toes curling in my sandals.
He barely allows me to catch my breath before his tongue flicks at my clit again. I hiss, trying to clench my thighs together.
“Killian,” I say. “What are you doing?”
“Did you think I was only going to make you come once?” He asks, his tone almost mocking.
I try to stand up and he puts a hand on the center of my back, pushing me back onto the table.
“Stay still, baby. I’m not done yet. Did you really think it was going to be that easy? You’re going to come again and again until the only thing on your mind is my cock. I’m going to make you come until you’re begging for it.”
Uh, I’m pretty sure I’m already close to doing that.
His mouth is back on my sensitive bundle of nerves, fingers scissoring in and out of me. Killian plays with me, just like he did the first time, building up my orgasm by teasing me and denying me any relief.
I come harder than I did the first time, my body shaking. Killian massages my hips and thighs, letting me come down from my high.
“You’re so soft and plump,” Killian says. “I think you can take another.”
“No, Killian, please. Just fuck me.”
Killian nips at my right ass cheek and kisses away the hurt. “I decide when you’re ready for my cock. You’re not ready yet.”
He pulls his fingers out of me and I can hear how wet I am. My cheeks flush as I think of the mess I must be creating. When he pushes his fingers inside me again, he’s added a third one.
I realize when he said I can take another, he meant three fingers. I whimper at the tightness. It’s almost too much, and I hold my breath until he’s all the way inside me.
“You’re doing so good,” Killian praises.
Any time he praises me, he makes me want to do everything he asks. He strokes his fingers inside me the way he would hiscock and I have no choice other than to take it because his hand is still pressing me into the table.
My orgasm is quick and sharp, my body bowing off the table, mouth open in a silent scream.
In the aftermath, Killian kisses his way up my body as I try to catch my breath.
Lifting onto my elbows, I turn to accept his kiss, tasting myself on his lips. His body is pressed against mine and I can’t stop myself from rocking my hips against his. He’s deliciously hard and even though I just came, I need more.
“I need you inside me,” I sob. “Please fuck me.”
Killian’s hair is disheveled, pupils dilated, and there’s a self-satisfied gleam in his eyes.
“I have condoms upstairs.”
I lick my lips. “It’s been three years, I’m on birth control, and I’m clean,” I whisper.
I want to feel him inside me without any barriers between us, but I will accept his choice. I trust him more than I trust myself sometimes.
Killian pulls back and I think he’s going to get the condoms, but he surprises me by turning me around so we’re face to face. Something about seeing him still dressed would have made me insecure at one point. Right now, with the way he looks at me, the only thing I feel is powerful.
