Page 34 of Wicked Games

I glare at him through the haze of desire and resist the overwhelming need to give in and just rub off against him until I come.

I have no idea how the fuck we got here, or even what’s happening, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction of letting him see how much he’s affecting me.

He huffs out a soft laugh and slides his hand back under my clothes to fist my cock again. I wait for him to stroke me, but he stays still, his expression full of challenge.

I grit my teeth and stare right back at him. We stay like that for a good minute, glaring at each other while he pins me to the wall and holds my cock like it’s his emotional support blanket.

The pressure on my neck is driving me crazy, and the heat from his hand on my dick is making it hard to remember why I shouldn’t drive my hips into that perfect circle and fuck his fist until I come all over him.

My lower body tightens, and my hips twitch, but I don’t give in.

“Come on, little brother,” he whispers in my ear. “You know you want to.”

My thoughts go cloudy, and the tingling on my skin intensifies to the point little bursts of pleasure explode everywhere we’re touching.

Killian bites the shell of my ear. It’s not hard, barely more than a nip, but it sends a shockwave of desire through me, and I let out an embarrassingly loud moan as my eyes roll back in my head.

He laughs and does it again. The combination of his hot breath and teasing mouth is too much, and I punch my hips out, pushing my dick through his hand.

The relief coursing through me is almost as good as the pleasure, and I thrust into his fist with wild abandon, chasing my orgasm as I finally give in to the moment.

And into him.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he urges, his voice low and raspy. “You fucking love this.” He drags his teeth over his lower lip, and that simple move sends another rush of pleasure through me that’s so intense it steals my breath and leaves me gasping.

“Jesus,” he mutters and strokes me, timing them with each thrust of my hips and helping me find the perfect rhythm. “You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you? You’re gonna shoot your load all over me like the slut you are.”

I’m too far gone to care that he’s right and keep chasing my release like the mindless animal he’s turned me into.

He locks his gaze on mine and watches as my orgasm builds inside me. I speed up my hips, needing more, but Killian uses his bigger body to pin me to the wall.

I don’t even have time to cry out in protest before he’s jacking me off, his intense stare locked on my face as he brings me closer and closer to the edge with every punishing drag of his hand.

The bitten-off sighs and choked mewling sounds I’m making would be embarrassing if I had the presence of mind to be embarrassed, but all I can focus on is how incredible it feels and how much I need to come.

Killian doesn’t look away as the pleasure overtakes me, and I crash into my orgasm with a strangled scream.

His expression is greedy as he strokes me through it, wringing every last drop of my release from me until the pleasure finally ebbs away and is replaced by a dull pain that somehow still feels amazing.

Killian steps back, using the now loose grip he still has on my neck to shove me to the floor. I fall in a heap, landing hard on my ass, still disoriented and out of it from the intensity of my orgasm.

Blearily, I look up at him.

He’s…magnificent. There’s no other word to describe him as he stands over me and rips open his pants.

My eyes fall to his hard cock as he pulls it free from his briefs and slides his hand down his length.

Wait, what? He’s hard?

Did getting me off turn him on? Or is this a power thing, and he’s trying to humiliate me even more than he already has?

I blink stupidly at him, and instead of stopping things, I sit there like a moron and watch as he jerks off over me.

“What do you say?”

“Say?” I echo.

“I just got you off. I think that deserves a thank you.”

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