Page 83 of Bound By Ink

“Let me know how he is, okay?”

“Thanks, Becks.” I smile as she leaves, and I run back inside and down the corridor. I reach the door with his name on it and knock, standing there, heart pounding and a lump in my throat.

“Come in, Scott,” Jerry shouts, and I throw the door open.

Killian is sitting on the table. Jerry steps back from him, but I rush towards him. He chuckles as I throw myself towards him. His arms stretch out as I slam into his chest. He wraps his arms around me, and I stutter a breath as I wrap myself around him.

“I’m fine, Nerd.”

“Oh my God, Killian, I was so scared and so excited. My body is screaming. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen. I saw you take a hit and then the blood, and oh my God, are you okay?”

“Breathe, Nerd.”

The door clicks closed, and I sigh, relaxing into his embrace. And just hold him for a second.

“Hey, you okay?”

I lean up and stare at his face, wiping my thumb over his cheek. I nod, wincing as I see the stitches.

“So, is it true what they say? Are scars sexy?”

“You’re sexy.” I place my lips against his. My body physically relaxes. I slip my hand over his shoulder and into the back of his wet hair. His sweaty body, hot against my own, and I press my hips into his.

“Fuck, Nerd. Give me a second, yeah. I need to get sorted. And then I’m gonna take you home and show you how fucking fine I actually am.”

I bite my lip, and he cups my face. His thumb slides over my bottom lip and tugs it from my teeth. My eyes close, and I lean in, kissing him. He slides his tongue into my mouth. I groan, and my body goes limp in his hold.

“Take me home,” I whisper into the kiss, and he nods. I tear myself away and put some distance between us as he slips off the table, grabbing his stuff. He strips his shorts down and stands there, naked in front of me, and I close my eyes.

“Killian,” I gasp. And he chuckles. There’s the rustling of fabric. When I open my eyes, he’s wearing a jogging suit. He snatches his bag off the chair. Reaches out his hand for me, and I wrap my fingers around his.

He pulls me through the door, out into the empty space of the warehouse, which was full of sweaty bodies not long ago. He leads me towards his car. The air is cold against my heated skin. His car is in the corner, dark and almost out of view. After he clicks the door open for me, I turn and wrap my arms around him. My lips crash against his, and he pulls me into him. I groan, his hand makes its way to my hip, down my thigh and lifts it on his hip. He grinds his cock into mine, and the breath catches in my throat.

“Killian,” I rasp out. “I need you.” I nip at his lip. “Now.”

“Fuck, Scott, let’s get you home.” He slowly releases my leg, and I shake my head furiously.

“Killian, I can’t wait. Fuck me.”

“Scott…” he groans.

I slide my hands into his joggers. I wrap one hand around his cock, and with the other, I massage his balls.

“Nerd, you’re playing with fire. Let me take you home.”

“No, fuck me now, Killian,” I grit out, tightening my grip. I lean in, kissing him harder than before. I slide my thumb over his tip and groan at the feel of his precum that coats my thumb. “Fuck, Killian, please.”

“Jesus, Scott.” He slides the front of his joggers down, leans into the car, and slides the passenger seat back. He gets in and shuffles his bottoms down to his ankles and palms his cock. “Slide on then, before I fucking burst.”

I spin, staring around the car park before I slip my Converse off and toss them into the back. I unbuckle my jeans and check the space before I shove them and myboxers down. I put them on the front seat and climb in, pulling the door closed behind me. Killian tilts the seat back, and I crawl over him.

“I don’t have any lube.”

“I don’t fucking care, Killian. I just need you inside me.” I straddle him while he holds his dick steady. I hover over his thick dick before I relax onto it. He grunts, and I wince as I press down on him. We’re both breathing heavily by the time I’m fully seated. I rest my head against his for a second before grinding my pelvis. Killian’s fingers dig into my hips as he slides me back and forth on his cock. I kiss him; he grunts into it as I flick my ass. I lean forward and start to lift. Bouncing on his lap, I grip his shoulders, using them to help me lift in the confined space.

The windows steam up. The car shakes, and I grunt, and I slam harder onto him. The car rocks harder, our bodies slam together. Our voices fill the tight space as I try to get my rhythm going. Gasping as he bucks up into me.

“Fuck Nerd. Shit. I’m gonna come.” His head flops back against the headrest. His hips buck. I stare at him as his eyes scrunch closed. His brow furrows as he tries not to come, but I see it as a challenge. I bounce harder, bending my head so I don’t hit it on the roof. I can’t stop. I need to feel him come. Wrapping one hand around my dick, I chase my own orgasm. He yells out, and I pick up the pace, impaling myself on his dick. His warm heat fills me, but I don’t stop. He gasps, and his thighs tighten under me before I scream out my release, firing onto the front of Killian’s hoodie. His head rests against me, and I rest my cheek against his head. He pants uncontrollably.