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“And you agreed?”
“Told her she could do anything she wanted.”
I didn’t stop him when he reached for my belt.
I didn’t move when he unbuttoned and unzipped my slacks.
Ididoffer assistance by lifting my hips so he could pull my pants down to my knees. While he took care of the slacks, shoes, socks, I unbuttoned my shirt, starting with the cuffs, then working each button until it was open, my chest bare.
Kieran’s eyes were on me the entire time, those ocean-blue irises glittering with the want and desire I was familiar with.
It was a slow seduction, one I thoroughly enjoyed even if my cock was beginning to hurt, throbbing with anticipation.
As promised, Kieran got to theshowingpart of the evening. His big hand curled around my erection, unbearably gentle in his handling. Too gentle. I could only imagine how it had felt with Emily’s soft skin curling around him.
Kieran stroked me, his touch featherlight along my shaft.
“She admitted it was her first time,” Kieran said by way of explanation, his hand still moving gently. “I helped her along, applying pressure over her hand.”
I took my cues from him, following his instruction as I covered his hand with mine, changing the pressure, the pace until I was panting. The entire time I watched his face, loving the sight of him. I’d never seen a man as breathtaking as Kieran O’Rourke. His chiseled features, those sultry lips. Had it not been for the masculine angles, he would’ve probably been considered pretty. Instead, he was one of the sexiest men in the world.
When he leaned in, his mouth hovering over the swollen head of my dick, I found myself holding my breath. After all, this was as close as I was going to get to being the first cock in Emily’s mouth. I was living vicariously through Kieran’s retelling, enjoying the sweet sensuality that came along with it.
“Oh, fuck,” I mumbled when his lips curled around the tip.
My cock jerked, and Kieran’s hand tightened infinitesimally as he began licking and sucking. There was a hesitance to his movements, and I could only imagine Emily wanting to please him.
That continued for long minutes, and while I attempted to remain detached to keep my focus, it didn’t work. Then again, I’d never been the sort who could keep my emotions under lock and key. When I gave myself, I gave myself freely, and I’d long ago let myself belong to Kieran.
“Fuck … keep it up, and Iwillcome down your throat,” I warned. “Is that what happened? Did you come in her sweet little mouth?”
Kieran slowed, teasing me with the broad side of his tongue. “I fucked her.”
My dick jerked hard in his mouth, the words making my balls tighten. My mind instantly conjured images of Kieran and Emily together, something I’d wanted to see for what felt like an eternity. I couldn’t explain my overwhelming need to watch them together, to see them drawing pleasure from one another. I fantasized about it, dreamed about it. There were days when I was plagued incessantly with thoughts of them.
Kieran’s mouth engulfed my dick once more, and this time he was ruthless in his pursuit of my orgasm. I could do nothing but hold on, my fingers twined in his hair as he bobbed up and down, driving me closer and closer to the pinnacle. In the back of my mind, I could see myself throwing him to the floor and mounting him like an animal. If his mouth didn’t feel so fucking good, I would’ve done it, too.
Instead, I kept my eyes on him, imagined what he looked like while fucking Emily, and let the heated suction of his mouth drive me higher and higher until I couldn’t hold back any longer.
And when he pushed me past my breaking point, I wrenched his hair in my fist, pumped my hips upward, driving deep into his throat, and came with a violent roar.
23
Monday, November 7, 2022
Emily
I knew it was early when myeyes fluttered open, a glimmer of daylight starting to fill the world outside the open curtains.
I’d been tossing and turning for most of the night, unable to shut down my thoughts as I dealt with my future. Even now, as I considered getting out of bed, I wasn’t exactly sure how I intended to approach the day or the enormous decision I was supposed to be making.
Settling onto my back, I stared up at the ceiling with its smooth finish and crown molding and considered my options: stay in school or take on the role as CEO of Delta June’s.
The emotional side of my brain said it was, well, for lack of a better word, a no-brainer.
Yep. The side belonging to the woman who’d spent her entire life being bossed around by someone else, doing what she was told, following rules … that side wanted to rebel, to break out of the mold of routine and instruction and start living life to its fullest. I’d always wanted to run my father’s company even when I thought it would never be an option. Delta June’s was my legacy, and I deserved to be at the helm.
At the same time, I wanted to be what the company needed. An influential, strong-minded leader who knew the right decisions to make. It deserved someone like Knox, who’d clearly had a greater vision for what had started as a small auction house.
