Page 85 of Wicked Games

Without saying a word, Killian grabs my hips and flips me over. I settle on my back, his knees straddling my thighs and his softening dick hanging against his leg.

“Hands behind your back,” he growls.

I immediately obey.

He sort of falls over me, catching himself on one hand so he’s boxing me in. A full-body shudder rips through me, and I squirm under him, my hard cock bobbing comically in the air.

He stares at me for a few more beats, his expression scrutinizing under the intensity. I lick my lips compulsively, and something else flares in his gaze.

Wordlessly, he grips my cock at the base and gives me a hard stroke. My cry is loud and unrestrained, and the corner of his mouth ticks up in a smirk.

His grip is tight, and his pace is fast as he works my dick exactly the way I like. I arch into his touch, chasing the pleasure as he brings me closer and closer to my release with each stroke of his hand.

He rakes his gaze over me, his eyes moving from my neck and the marks I know he left on me, down to my cock, and back to my face.

I’m so close it feels like my body is one giant and exposed nerve as the pleasure keeps building and moving through me in electric bursts. It’s so good, but at the same time it’s too much, too intense, and my orgasm stays just out of reach.

“Come for me, Felix.”

That single command is enough to break through whatever was holding me back, and I don’t just hit my orgasm; I crash into it with all the finesse of a sledgehammer.

I’m barely aware of anything other than how good it feels as I shoot all over myself. I’m crying out and probably saying stuff as I writhe under him, but I can’t be assed to care about any of that as I ride the waves of my release and the world goes hazy again.

Something soft runs over the side of my throat. The touch is gentle, tender even, and I blink my eyes open.

Killian is staring at the marks he left on me and gently tracing his finger over my abused skin. Now that the haze of my orgasm is fading, the pain is setting in, and his touch helps soothe awaysome of the ache as I become fully aware of my surroundings again.

I expect him to climb off me and walk away like always, but he stays like that for a few minutes and watches me come down while he gently pets his marks.

“Don’t shower,” he says when my afterglow finally fades, breaking the silence and pulling his hand from my neck.

A shiver ripples through me, and not just from the raspy tone of his voice or his command. The cold air against my skin helps shock me back to reality, and I nod slowly.

He lets out another of those pleased rumbles and climbs off me.

I lay there, stunned and covered in spunk, while he stands and tucks himself away.

“Good talk,” he says with a playful smirk as he does up his pants.

I huff out a bewildered laugh and sit up. I can feel the big, goofy grin stretching my lips, and I let out another of those weird laughs when Killian smiles back at me.

We stay like that for a few seconds, just looking at each other, then his smile is replaced by one of his trademark smirks.

My own smile fades, but instead of feeling empty or like I need to shut down, I run my finger over one of the streaks of cum on my chest.

Killian doesn’t look away as I lift my finger to my mouth and suck on the tip. My taste explodes in my mouth, and a little flare of pride rushes through me when he swallows, his throat working as he watches me suck my finger clean.

“Slut,” he says in that same, slightly affectionate tone from earlier.

“Only for you,” I repeat, my voice a ragged rasp from all the crying out and screaming I just did.

“Don’t shower,” he repeats. “I want you covered in both of us for the rest of the day.”

I nod demurely. “No shower.”

His nostrils flare and his stare heats, but he just turns on his heel and stalks back over to his bed to grab his hoodie.

I lean back on my hands and watch unabashedly as he pulls the hoodie on and drapes a jacket over his arm.

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