Wicked Steps (22 page)

Kieran

I could hardly keep my hands to myself in the car. If we hadn’t had a driver, I might have pulled over to the side of the road and taken her right there. My dick nudged my zipper insistently, attempting escape. I sighed, wishing it didn’t take so damn long to get home. I’d waited four days—patiently. My resolve was about to snap, fantasizing about all the ways I wanted her. Having a taste had only made my need for her more intense. I hoped she was prepared, because I was.

I was wrecked mentally by the time the car turned into the drive. This hunger was something unfamiliar to me. I helped her out of the car and heard her cackle at my urgency to get in the door. I fumbled with the keys, cursing at every wrong try. She finally took them from me and opened the door. I think I came close to knocking her down as I barreled past her to disarm the security system. Last thing I wanted was the fucking police showing up while
this
fucker was trying to do some much-needed fucking.

My length thickened as I pulled off my shirt. I walked to the kitchen as Elle removed her coat and tossed her purse on the end table. Early this morning, I perused the wine cellar. I was looking for a bottle of celebratory champagne. I’d found a perfectly suitable bottle of Krug Clos Du Mesnil. I set it in an ice bucket before we left, hoping it would chill to room temperature. I had planned if the news hadn’t been good, I could hide it in the pantry.

“Gearing up, are we? Wouldn’t you like some lunch or maybe brunch first?” she asked as she crossed her arms with a smile.

I popped the champagne and watched it spray everywhere, then handed her a crystal flute. “I wouldn’t want to spoil my appetite.”

A glint of humor sparked her eyes as I backed her into the dining room. “Wait. What? Right now? Wouldn’t you rather use a bedroom, mine or yours?”

I huffed. “Fuck the bed. I’m starved.” I cleared the table with my arm. Anything that had been on it shattered as it hit the floor. I pulled her into me and began dragging my tongue up and down her neck. The action caused her to weaken as she crumbled into my embrace. I laid her across the table. I swear to God, I’d never seen a hotter buffet. “Jesus, I don’t know where to start. I want to devour every inch of you.”

I pulled up her shirt and nipped her belly, then peppered kisses up to her bra. With my free hand, I undid the clasp in the front. Her breasts fell free, her nipples a decadent peachy color. I suckled on one, then began rolling it between my teeth and letting it go with a pop. My mouth drifted past her bellybutton to the waistband of her pants. I pulled her forward until both legs dangled off the table, then used my teeth to pull down her zipper.

Lush moans filled the air, enticing me to continue my downward journey. I pushed them down to her ankles and allowed her to kick them loose. I situated her legs over each of my shoulders. As I bent my head, I could see wetness saturating the seam of her panties. She whimpered as I sucked on the material. Her scent made me feel greedy. I rolled down her panties and buried my nose into wisps of hair. I struggled against the urge to impale her with my cock because I knew that would come later. I swept my tongue along her pussy as her hands fisted my hair. Every few seconds, her body would buck as I centered on her clit. My tongue circled it, then did a few quick licks. I quested for more as I pulled her body closer to my face.

“I’m dying.” I heard a soft sob.

“I haven’t even fucked you yet. This is just the appetizer. Wait until we get to the main course and then dessert.” I began to sweat as my cock bent uncomfortably. I needed to take off my pants, but I knew if I removed them now, I wouldn’t be able to control myself. Elle was seconds away from coming, and I had to grind my teeth to stop myself from doing the same. There was nothing currently more important than pleasuring her. I’d made her watch me as another woman satisfied me. I had much to reconcile.

She arched her back as I slid my tongue deeply in and out. A feral scream ripped through the air as she came apart in my mouth. I savored her flavor as it blanketed my tongue. I took her legs from my shoulders and gently eased them down. She stared at me through what I could only surmise as a sexual haze as she curled into a fetal position. I licked my chin, hoping to relish every drop.

“My God, you are truly wicked,” she muttered.

“Why do you think I had those words inked as my first tattoo? I wanted the public to be informed.”

“Very funny. I’ll go out on a limb and say only the female population has been the recipient of your wicked sexual nature.”

“And I’m going to say there’s only one woman who will be that recipient from now on. By the way, Elle, I think you may have a naughty and wicked side, too.” I placed a kiss on her stomach as I reached for her. “And because of that, I think I need to fuck you now.”

She sat on the edge of the table, crossing her legs and covering her breasts with her hands. I think the nudity was too much to handle as she sat exposed on the dining room table. I handed her my shirt, which she dressed in immediately. The attire must have given her confidence, because she jumped off the table and padded her way over to me with a predatory gleam in her eye.

My breathing stalled as I reached for her. She stopped my reach, keeping me at arm’s length. Her fingers grazed my zipper, and my body responded as I bulged behind it. With artistic manipulation, she released me.

The shock was evident in her eyes as they met my gaze. “Kieran, what did you do?”

“Do you like? Do I still appeal to you like this?”

Her fingers were feather soft as she stroked me, then took the other hand and wrapped it around the base. The evidence of the previous piercing was noticeable, but I wasn’t sorry I’d removed the rings. As strange as the sensation was, I embraced it. This was something I had done for both of us. “Baby, stop for a moment. I need to give you something.”

“You are,” she quipped as she began to tug at my pants, attempting to remove them.

I wished I’d done this in the car. We should have talked prior to our sexcapades, because having her stop mid-stroke was killing me. “I wanted you to trust me. I didn’t want you to have any concerns, especially after what you went through. I knew I was safe, but I needed you to believe it. I had Keith run a few tests on me, too. I got the results a couple days ago.” I dug through my back pocket and retrieved a wrinkled piece of paper. “I had them give me the paperwork so I had more than verbal proof.”

Her touch reassured me as I handed her the paper. She didn’t even read as she placed it on the coffee table. “I don’t have to see verification after you saved my life. I know you would never jeopardize my health as your father did. His sins are not yours.”

“I—” I stopped short and blinked quickly, bringing myself back into the present. Those three fucking words. If I told her how I truly felt, it might change everything. I had no previous experience. I had nothing to go on. I could be confusing
this
emotion with the heat of the moment. And what if she didn’t feel the same? I didn’t want to force her to reciprocate what I was trying to say.

“I want you, Kieran, and this. When we had sex the first time, it was me that initiated it. I did the taking. Honestly, I don’t even recognize who that person was. But what I want now is you and me coming together on consensual terms. I want you inside me so bad I can’t think of anything else.”

I shimmied off my pants and kicked them to the side. I heard her suck in a deep breath as her eyes caressed me from head to toe. My cock tipped upward as blood surged to its head. A crystal bead of precum sat proudly along the slit. She traced one finger along my swollen flesh, stopping long enough to linger on my balls. I pulled her down on me as I collapsed on the sofa. Her legs straddled my lap.

“I thought you wanted to fuck me,” she cooed.

“Oh, I plan to, but I wanted an encore of our first night, minus the manacles.” I chuckled as I put both hands under and raised her. “Open wide, baby.”

I positioned her carefully as she sat down. She threw her head back with a moan, and I could see her pupils dilate. She withdrew slowly, then sat down faster. My body ground into Elle as my hands stayed firmly affixed to her ass. I hadn’t been inside a woman without a condom for close to nine years.

I’d always thought I’d used the piercings for sexual gratification, but nothing would ever compare to the present. Being so deep within, I could feel every response and contraction her body rendered. I held Elle in place as we rocked into each other, her muscles clenching around my cock with each thrust. That familiar tightening of my sack along with my balls pulling upward had me bearing down with force. Her body pressed to my chest as I felt the squeeze of her pussy. Her lips brushed mine, and my previously closed eyes flickered open. God, she was beautiful.

“You leave me speechless,” I croaked as I continued to pummel her with my cock.

Her breathing labored as she replied, “Then it’s a good thing we don’t need words.”

She scored my arms with her nails as a banshee cry erupted. The sound echoed through the entire house as my hot seed spilled into her. I kept pumping because there was no barrier, no condom—no obstruction. I couldn’t get enough. Even when the crown got so sensitive it bordered on discomfort, I didn’t want to pull out. I wanted to stay in the warm and wet place that cocooned me in serenity.

I removed my hands from her bottom and ran them through her hair as I tilted her face to mine. I allowed my tongue to explore the edges of her mouth, then delve between her lips. I suddenly felt possessive. The tip gently swirled around hers, then deepened the kiss. I flashed back to the first time, and I recalled how brutally I’d first kissed her. That had been out of anger. This one meant ownership. I needed her to understand all she was belonged to me now. I ended the embrace by languidly nipping her bottom lip. Then I lifted her gently off my softening cock.

“Take off the shirt. I want you naked,” I said as I stood and helped her with it. Her body was amazing, every inch perfect in size and shape.

I brushed a finger between her breasts as I bent my head to taste her. Elle’s back arched as I licked around the areola, then sucked the nipple into a plump point. “God, but you are breathtaking,” I murmured.

“So are you.” I heard her sigh.

“Am I?” I chuckled as I sat on the plush carpet, pulling her with me.

She giggled as she stared at me with skepticism. “I’m fairly sure I’m not the first woman or man to tell you that. You know you’re gorgeous, because you use it like a weapon. I think you’re quite used to women falling at your feet.”

“My pretty boy looks didn’t work on you,” I said, grinning.

She reached over and touched my cheek. “Are you kidding me? The first time I saw you, I was mesmerized.” She softened her voice to almost a hush. “I allowed you to finger fuck me.”

“If I’d known just my looks alone permitted me to get in your pants, hell, I should have shown you my body—God knows what that might have accomplished.”

Her hand swept across my dick as she began to knead the head. “I kind of like you sans rings. It allows me to be more agile during my hand jobs.”

I flipped her over so I was on top. Her legs fell open as I prodded them with my cock. She was drenched with her arousal and my semen, allowing me easy access. My eyes rolled back in immense pleasure. As I thrust into her, I became aware of every breath and sound. I laced my fingers through hers as she undulated her hips, meeting every stroke. My entire body pulsed with new sensations as I began to pound into her deeply. I hated being out of control, but my self-restraint had unraveled somewhere between the dining room table and the sofa.

“I can’t hold on, Elle. You feel too good.” My words jumbled in a growl.

I felt her fingers dig into my ass cheeks, encouraging me to continue. I let out a moan of relief as I slammed into her. When I released with a cry of satisfaction, her body responded in kind. I quivered as I embraced her, our bodies glistening with sweat. The last time I’d had a marathon like this, there were four other women involved. But this moment was better than any I’d ever experienced. Everything I desired and needed gift wrapped in one person.

I had let my parents’ relationship as well as others dictate my thought process. It never occurred to me it could be like this, and I never imagined the object of my misguided animosity would be the person who laid the foundation for my future happiness.