Page 24 of Merciless Promise
“Is that what you really want to do, puisín? Sleep?”
I could see the way his eyes darkened, and I had a very good idea what things he would rather fill this time doing. A slight ache formed between my thighs. Something about this man drew me to him like a magnet, and I hadn’t been able to resist him yet.
“What do you have in mind?” I asked him, even though I already knew.
Kingston got up, then walked to the curtain, which he opened just enough to stick his head through. Because of the thick material and his hushed tone, I couldn’t hear what he had to say, but when he returned to his seat, he kicked his shoes off. I watched as his pants came next, followed by his boxer shorts. His shirt came last, and when he was gloriously naked in front of me, that ache intensified. My mouth watered as my eyes dropped to the metal piercings on the tip.
“Have you ever been initiated into the Mile High Club?” he asked me.
I knew what it was, but I had never gone down on a man in a plane. Shaking my head, I ignored his smirk as well as the small flare of excitement building inside of me.
“If you wanted me to suck your?—”
“I want you to do more thansuckon it, puisín. I want you togag, thenchokeon my dick.”
He never failed when it came to being blunt, and the way he enunciated certain words and had the smoldering look to matchthem only made him more lethal. I slowly dragged my tongue over my bottom lip until he came closer.
Now just a hairsbreadth away from me, I looked up at him as he towered over me. “Join me on my side.”
With those words, he moved back to his seat, but before he did, he threw the pillow from his seat onto the floor. There was no need to delay the inevitable, so I slid out of my seat and moved over to him. As soon as I dropped to my knees in front of him, I heard him groan.
“So excited already, and I haven’t even touched you,” I mused aloud.
“Which you need to remedy now,” he said as he wrapped his hand around the back of my head, then drew me closer. “Suck it!”
“Bossy, too,” I muttered before drawing my hair together. As if he knew what I wanted, he replaced my hand with his.
Without my long mane tickling my face, I leaned in even further, then touched the tip of his cock with my tongue. There were already a few drops of precum dotting its head, and one or two of them made the metallic piercing glisten. I lifted my lashes at him, and when he mouthed his earlier order, I lowered them once more.
I took the head of his cock into my mouth, then laved the tip like it was a lollipop. The more I did, the more my mouth watered, and a minute later, I pulled away. I gripped the head, which was wet from a combination of his precum and my drool, and using it, I slowly dragged my wet palm down his entire length. Once or twice, he would groan out loud, especially when one of my manicured nails would flick against one of his piercings.
I didn’t want to tease this man any longer, so I ran my tongue down the same trail that my hand had just taken. My tongue ran up and down his shaft multiple times before his grip on my hairtightened in warning. Finally, he jerked my head back to hold it in place.
Kingston tapped my lips with the engorged tip of his cock, and when they parted for him, he thrust into my mouth. I clamped partially down on him, eliciting a growl. Using my tongue and teeth, I knew he would feel the latter as they grazed every long inch of his cock. He was making a few different sounds that were sexy as sin, all while keeping my head still. He began to fuck my mouth, starting slowly at first before he increased his speed.
Kingston went deep with every thrust, and I wouldn’t be surprised if there wasn’t a puddle on the pillow by the time he let me up. He might have me on my knees right now, and he might even be controlling this blow job, but I was the one in ultimate control, which he would learn one of these nights.
This particular one, I just wanted to be fucked senseless by him. Knowing he would focus his own wicked tongue and mouth on me next, I surrendered to him. It wasn’t long before he had me gagging as he angled my head so he could fuck me deeper. And as promised, he also made me choke each time he filled my mouth, then held my head still as he twitched against my throat.
“Fucking Christ,” he groaned out. “I’m about to come, and I don’t want you to waste a single drop.”
She sucked me completely dry, and I stared down at her for several long seconds as she rocked back on her heels and smirked up at me with that devious grin of hers. I could so easily see what had attracted my brother to her. Being honest, I might’ve been just as obsessed with her had she not murdered said brother. But she had, and as much as it physically nauseated me to bring her pleasure, I had to do this if for no other reason than it being the easiest way to conceive a child.
A wife...A child...What in the hell was happening to me?
The very things I had never wanted, I now needed and for nothing other than to hold onto the organization generations of my family had led. Through wars, different periods of history, and in multiple countries, the Brannington name meant something. With Princeton dead and Cillian not the slightest bit interested in succumbing to our grandfather’s commands, it left me alone to try to hold this family together.
“I wouldn’t look so pleased with yourself, puisín. I’ve not even started on you yet.”
She shivered slightly, but otherwise remained completely unaffected. “So you’re not all talk?” she asked tauntingly. I growled, then went to pull her closer, but she was able to scramble onto her feet.
She was halfway to her seat when I caught up to her, then yanked her against my frame. She wobbled slightly, and unsure if it was the slight movement from the plane or from something else, I ignored it as I held her captive.
I lowered my head enough to snag onto her earlobe with my teeth, eliciting a low moan from her as I gave it a sharp pull. “I said that we were not finished.”
“What if I am?” she asked, and I chuckled at her words.
“Then I’ll need to convince you otherwise, puisín.”
