50. Kian

50

KIAN

I am exactly where I'm meant to be.

Right here. Right now. This is fucking it.

I haven't had sex in weeks, and this is why.

The universe—or whatever—knew something epic was coming my way, and it made me wait.

I'm so fucking glad I did.

No one else could have come anywhere close to this.

Hell, I don't think anyone I've ever been with has come close to this.

"I want to feel it, Lorelei," I demand, my voice raspy and deep with need.

I'm already riding a knife's edge, but I'm determined to hold it back.

I have a reputation to uphold, after all, and coming before Lorelei is not an option here.

Putting a little more pressure on her clit, I circle my hips, ensuring I hit her in all the right places.

"Kian," she gasps, hungrily sucking in air as I build her body higher and higher.

"That's it, babe. You're squeezing me so fucking tight. I love it."

"Oh God, yes, yes."

"Come for me, Lorelei. Show me how good my dick feels inside you."

I grind against her in a way I'm quickly learning she loves, and with one more graze of her clit, she falls.

And. It. Is. Fucking. Beautiful.

"Good girl," I praise through gritted teeth. It takes everything I have not to come. Every-fucking-thing.

I let her ride out every ounce of pleasure, and then I switch things up. I might love having control, but there is one thing I can't get out of my head…

My back hits the mattress, and Lorelei's weight lands over my waist.

Her cheeks are flushed bright red, and so is her heaving chest as she settles on top of me.

"Fuck me, Temptress. I want to watch you bouncing on my dick."

"Jesus, Kian," she mutters, although she doesn't waste any time in grabbing my length and positioning herself right above it.

Any hesitation about my size is gone as she lowers herself onto me.

"Fuck," I groan, and she sinks lower and lower, my dick disappearing inside her. "Fuck. Your pussy is insane," I confess as I reach for her hips.

I'm not going to drag her down, forcing her to sit on me, but I really fucking want to.

She smiles—but it's nothing like any smile I've seen from her before. It's pure filth. And if it's possible, the sight of it makes my dick even harder.

She gasps when she's finally full of me.

"Did it get bigger?" she asks, wiggling her hips as she tries to get a feel for it.

I smirk. "One can only hope."

"Fucking mor?—"

I grind her hips, and her words turn into a moan.

"I want you to come again, Temptress. Then I'm going to fill that perfect pussy of yours."

"Your mouth is obscene, Kian Callahan."

"Tell me that you don't like it," I challenge.

Her eyes drop from mine in favor of checking out my body again.

"I can't. Your dirty mouth might just be the one thing I do like about you."

I thrust up.

"Just one thing?"

"That's okay, too. But you know, there really has been a vast improvement with dildos recently so?—"

"Fucking pain in my ass," I mutter before thrusting harder. "There is nothing on the market that compares to this. I can promise you that."

She quirks a brow at me and I thrust again. Her lips part to cry out, but she swallows it down, refusing to give me the satisfaction of knowing I'm right.

Not necessary, I already know. I can feel it in the way she's rippling around me.

"Fight it all you like; you know I'm telling the truth."

Finding her hands, I lace our fingers together and tug her forward. She falls over me, and her lips immediately land against mine.

Our kiss is wild, just like the frantic movements of our hips. There is nothing calculated or precise about the way we move together. It's desperate and erratic, and everything I didn't know I needed.

"Kian," she gasps into our kiss.

"Come," I demand, and not just because it'll give me a free pass to do the same once she has fallen again. I need it. I need to see her fall; I need to know I'm the one who caused it. I need to feel her tightening down on me as badly as I need my next breath.

She shatters, her pussy sucking me even deeper inside her, and I can't hold on any longer.

"Lorelei," I groan as my cock jerks inside her, pleasure saturating my body. It goes on and on, and by the time it ends, I'm fucking spent. And I didn't even get to watch her ride me. I guess we'll just have to do it again. What a shame.

Rolling onto my side, I drag her with me and then pull her into my arms.

It isn't a conscious thought, but I am vaguely aware that we're cuddling, and I never cuddle after sex. Ever.

But right now, I don't care. I'm still inside her, my dick barely softening, and she's tucked tightly against me, fighting to catch her breath as her body also comes down from the high.

No words are said for the longest time. The only sound that can be heard in our suite is that of our heavy breathing.

Usually after sex, I have the burning need to kick the woman out as fast as possible and jump in the shower to wash her scent off me, but both of those things are far from my mind right now.

"How is that even possible?" Lorelei whispers a few minutes later.

I know what she's talking about. I can feel it just as much as she can.

I shrug the shoulder I'm not lying on. "It's been a while."

"Nice," she seethes before trying to roll away and disconnect us.

It needs to happen, I need to lose the condom, but I don't fucking want to.

Holding her tighter, I move my mouth to her ear. "It was just that good, Temptress. I want to do it all over again."

Her entire body shudders as my breath rushes over her and my words hit their mark.

Pulling back, I reluctantly slip from her body and reach down to pull the rubber off.

"I think we've already made enough mistakes for one night, don't you?"

Her words should sober me up, but they don't. I'm still too high on her.

"There's a long time until morning, Temptress. We can worry about all the things we shouldn't have done when the sun rises."

"Kian," she warns as I roll her onto her back and settle between her thighs again.

Her pussy is swollen and red. Fucking perfect.

"Are you sore?"

She shakes her head. "I don't think so."

"Shame. I could have kissed it better if you were."

Her hips roll and her fingers fist the sheets. I'm not sure if she's aware she reacts so viscerally to my words, but she does.

"What are you doing?" she gasps when I drop to my stomach again.

She's kissed away her taste, and I need more.

"Kissing it better anyway."

"You're a devi—ANT," she screams as I gently suck her.

"You've seen nothing yet. Good luck walking in the morning."

I wake up in a way I've never experienced before, wrapped around another body like a koala.

At first, I panic.

But then, memories of the night before come flooding back, and if anything, I hold her tighter.

She's going to back away today. She's going to tell me that last night was a mistake and a one-off that's never going to happen again.

That's fine.

But it's not going to stop it from happening again. And again. And again.

She can argue all she likes. But last night was fucking epic.

We'd be doing a disservice to the universe—to sex—if we didn't do it again.

Silently, I laugh at myself.

I'm pretty sure I'm just delusional after the number of times I came last night.

I've blown through the stash of condoms I brought in the hope of getting some action. We only stopped because I ran out. And when I say stopped…we didn't actually stop. We just used other means of enjoying ourselves.

There have been some wild nights in my past, but nothing stands up to last night.

Everything about it was perfect.

Lorelei suddenly tenses in my arms, letting me know that she's awake and already freaking out.

"Morning, Temptress." It's a whisper, barely audible, yet Lorelei reacts as if I just bellowed in her ear.

She moves faster than I thought possible and launches out of bed, taking the sheet with her.

Wrapping herself up, she glares down at me.

"What the hell was that, Kian?"

I can't help it. My lips pull into a smirk.

"What? The cuddling?"

It seems to hit her all of a sudden that I'm lying here completely naked, and her eyes drop. Her expression instantly changes when she catches sight of my morning wood that was previously very happy nestled against her firm ass.

Momentarily, frustration in her eyes gives way to desire, but she's fast to lock it down so that by the time she looks me in the eyes again, there is nothing but exasperation.

"Yes, the cuddling. That…" she says, throwing her arm out toward where I'm lying on the bed. "This…" she says, pointing between the two of us. "Never should have happened."

"Oh," I say, finally sitting up. "I firmly disagree."

She looks up to the ceiling as if praying for strength. "Of course you do," she mutters.

"Lorelei, last night?—"

"Was a mistake that's never happening again."

She storms away, wrapped up in the white sheet like some kind of Greek goddess, but not before she takes one more look at my dick.

Oh yeah, she wants another shot on that.

The bathroom door slamming behind her rocks through me and I flop back on the bed, more than happy to push her reaction this morning to the back of my mind as I relive our night together.

Fuck, it was hot. Wild. Exhilarating. Life-changing.

My cock rests high up on my stomach as I lie there with my hands behind my head, happily remembering what was, hands down, the hottest night of my life.

Who knew my little temptress would be such a wild cat?

Fuck. Who the hell am I kidding? I knew that the moment I met her. And if I needed my opinion solidified then she surely did the night of King and Tate's wedding.

No woman has ever turned me down like she did that night.

If I weren't so shocked, then I'd have been impressed.

I give her long enough to do her business, and then I swing my legs off the bed and press my feet into the luxurious carpet.

With my aching cock bobbing, I saunter toward the bathroom door.

Twisting the handle, I discover that my suspicions are correct.

She didn't lock it.

I can take that one of two ways…

She was too angry to think about it. Or—and this is by far my favorite—she wants me to follow.

The sound of the shower running hits my ears, and then the vision that is Lorelei Tempest emerges before me.

She has her back to me, her head tipped, allowing the water to rain down on her face.

Water runs down her body, highlighting her insane curves. The sight has my dick weeping.

I take the quickest piss of my life, thankfully still unnoticed, and I freshen my morning breath with some mouthwash before stepping into the huge walk-in shower behind her.

She screams bloody murder, spins around, and punches me in the stomach.

"Oh fuck," I grunt, shocked by both her force and speed. "It's just me."

"The fuck, Kian?"

Recovering from her fist to the gut, I stand tall and edge closer.

She moves back, but she quickly discovers that she's got nowhere to go.

A loud gasp fills the room as she collides with the cold tiles behind her.

"Shall we start the day over?" I ask, my eyes bouncing between hers.

"I think we need to start the week over, if I'm being honest."

"Bullshit. Admit it, last night was the best sex you've ever had."