Killian (The Sons of Dusty Walker Book 3) Page 9

  If he hadn’t been watching closely, he never would have noticed the slight tremble in her frame or the look of uncertainty washing quickly over her face. It reinforced his feeling this was not her normal method of operation. That while she was a very sexy woman, a treat in bed, for whatever reason she was not normally this forward or deliberately tempting. He felt honored she had chosen to expose this side of herself to him. Whatever happened, he’d make sure to let her know how he cherished her sharing it.

  Letting out a slow breath, he moved forward until he was right at the side of the bed, close enough to reach for her.

  Lexie’s heart pounded so loud, she was sure Killian could hear it. She wasn’t a novice sexually, nor was she timid, but this was the boldest thing she’d ever done. Killian Walker called to a darker side of her sexuality she’d never even known she had. She might never want this with any other man, but she wanted it with him.

  Careful to keep her balance, she walked across the mattress to where he stood at the side of the bed. Kneeling, she leaned forward and ran her tongue over his lips. When he groaned, she did it again then pushed her tongue inside to give him a full, openmouthed kiss. He tasted delicious. She thought she could drink from him forever. Shoving her fingers into his, thick midnight silk hair to anchor herself, she took the kiss as deep as she could, licking every inner surface.

  Killian spread his fingers on her hips, steadying her, holding her in place. When he pulled her closer, the rigid thickness of his magnificent cock impressed itself on her. It was hot and hard, and suddenly she was overcome with a need to take him in her mouth. Breaking the kiss, she sat so her legs dangled over the bed, situating her so his swollen shaft was just at the right height for her. With her fingers curled around it, she slowly licked up one side and down the other, dragging her tongue against the soft skin over hard steel.

  “Jesus!” he breathed. “You’re killing me, Lexie.”

  She smiled as she pressed a kiss to the dark, velvet-soft head. “Good. That’s what I intended.”

  Oh, yes, she was definitely being bold tonight. Killian Walker only had to look at her to blow away any lingering inhibitions and bring out her erotic dark side.

  When she had licked her way up one side and down the other of his rigid shaft, she swiped her tongue across the velvet-soft head, probing the slit with the tip before closing her mouth over it and sliding her lips down the length of him. He gripped her head with fingers of steel, holding it in place as she sucked from and back again. Scraping her teeth lightly against the velvety skin, she slid one hand between his thighs and cupped his balls, squeezing gently.

  “Holy fuck, Lexie.” His grip tightened on her. “You’re killing me here.”

  She hummed in satisfaction as she brought her other hand into play, gripping his cock and sliding those fingers up and down in rhythm with her lips. With her other hand, she played with his balls, rolling them with her fingers and lightly pinching the softly furred skin. He was so big she had to work hard to take him deeper into her mouth, finally tilting her head back so she could take him deep. When the head hit the back of her throat, he groaned again and tried to pull away.

  “I’m gonna come, Lexie, if you keep doing that.”

  She slid her lips back until his shaft was free. “But that’s what I want.”

  “And I want to come in your sweet pussy.”

  “Are you telling me you can’t do both?” She gave him a wicked smile. “I know for a fact you’ve got good recovery time.”

  His laugh was hoarse and unsteady. “You’re gonna kill me, aren’t you?”

  She licked her lips. “Only with pleasure.”

  She took him in her mouth again, fingers curled around the root of his stalk, and went to work on him. The blood in the vein wrapped around his shaft throbbed in response to her ministrations. Taking in a deep breath, she increased her pace, lips and tongue and fingers working together.

  She knew the minute he was on the verge of orgasm. His fingers dug even harder into her scalp, and his entire body tensed. She tilted her head back a shade more, squeezed his balls, and sucked real hard. He exploded into her mouth, his cum hitting the roof of her mouth and sliding down the back of her throat. He jerked his hips as each spasm shook his big body, a harsh cry erupting from his throat. Lexie stroked up and down his cock as shudder after shudder rocked him, squeezing gently, still rubbing his balls.

  Finally, the last of the tremors died away. He eased from her mouth, gripping her wrists to pull her hands away, and dropped forward on the bed, taking her with him, wrapping her in his arms. Against her body, she could feel the heavy thudding of his heart, feel his breath against her cheek as he struggled for air. He sprinkled kisses over her cheeks and forehead and brushed his mouth lightly over hers. With his warm hand, he stroked up and down her back, gently, softly, tracing the length of her spine and molding the curve of her ass. At one point, he eased his middle finger into the hot cleft and left it there as he let his body recover from the explosive release.

  “You have the mouth of an angel,” he said, at last, when he could speak again.

  She giggled. “I didn’t think angels did those kinds of things.”

  He kissed her forehead. “My kind of angel does.” He rolled until she was beneath him. “My turn.”

  “You just had your turn,” she teased.

  “Not the kind I’m thinking of.”

  “Oh?” They were almost nose-to-nose. “And exactly what kind do you mean?”

  “Let me ask you a question.” His gaze locked with hers. “Are you up for a little adventure?”

  Now, her heart pounded. She kept thinking of the length of rope lying on the bed and the erotic things she’d read in the romance novels she was addicted to. Well, she’d wanted an adventure, a little walk on the wild side, so what was she waiting for?

  “Yes.” She touched his full lips, ran her finger along the square line of his jaw. “Yes, I definitely am.”

  She felt the darkly sexual blaze in his eyes clear through every place in her body.

  “Good.” The kiss he gave her was hot and intense, scorching her nerve endings. Urging her lips to part, he circled every inch of her delectable mouth with his tongue, licking and tasting. She sucked on it, pulling hard and closing her lips around it, wanting to drag every bit of him deep inside her. He kissed her until she had no air left in her lungs and her body was begging for him to touch her everywhere. When he lifted his head at last, she felt dazed and totally at his mercy. A not unpleasant feeling at all.

  “Let’s play a little game,” he said, his voice hoarse and rough.

  “Like what?” Hers was breathless.

  “You’ll see.”

  He arranged her on the pillows at the headboard, placing her body just so. Then he grabbed the length of rope lying on the bed and dragged it across her breasts.

  “You know one of the things I thought of when I saw you?”

  She shook her head wordlessly.

  “I got a picture in my mind of that luscious body naked with one of my ropes wound around you in a special design.” He wound the rope around one breast then pulled it away. “Do you know anything about shibari?”

  Again, she shook her head.

  “It’s the practice of creating intricate designs on a body with knots at special pressure points to bring about the most exquisite pleasure.” He brushed his mouth over hers. “You’d be surprised at the things you learn about in Montana.”

  She finally found her voice. “I don’t think anything about you would surprise me, cowboy.”

  “And there you have it. You know how good cowboys are with ropes.” He tugged her arms over her head and braceleted both wrists with the fingers of one hand. His eyes glittered with hunger as he studied her face. “Think you’d like being tied up, Lexie? Totally at my mercy? Spread out before me for whatever I want to do?”

  She swallowed and wet her lips. Now or never, Lexie.

  “Y-Yes. I would.”

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�You sound a little uncertain there, darlin’. I want you to be sure.” His mouth was nearly touching hers now, his breath mingling with hers. “Ab-so-lute-ly sure.”

  She nodded. “I am. Really, really sure.”

  “Okay, then.”

  Anticipation raced through her as Killian wound the rope around her wrists and pulled it tight. She couldn’t see what he was doing behind her head, but she assumed he was fastening it to one of the spokes in her headboard. At that particular moment, she was glad she had one of those old-fashioned spindle headboards and not a smooth plane of wood.

  “All set.” He traced the line of her jaw with his tongue, a whisper of a caress. “You lie back and enjoy this, although I think I might enjoy it more than you.”

  He proceeded to work on every erogenous zone of her body—behind her ears, the crook of her elbows, the hollow of her throat. He took his time with her breasts, sucking and nipping at the nipples until they were on fire with need. Easing slightly down her body, he closed his hands around her breasts, kneading them as he gave further attention to the taut buds crowning them. She tried to arch beneath him, to thrust herself up to him more, but the way he had her arms stretched out and the rope fastened gave her little room to adjust her body.

  More, she silently urged. Touch me everywhere. And everything was more intensified because she was helpless, at his mercy to do with as he wished.

  It seemed forever until he moved farther down her body, trailing kisses everywhere. Maybe it was being restrained and knowing she was totally at his mercy, that he could do whatever he wanted to her. Maybe it was the erotic, sensual stream of kisses he placed everywhere on her body, his hot lips branding her. Whatever it was, by the time he touched the inside of her thighs, she was shivering with anticipation and shaking with need.

  He spread her legs wider, placed a hot, open-mouthed kiss on the lips of her pussy then proceeded to string more kisses along the inside of her labia, punctuating them with little bites that made the throbbing in her pussy increase in tempo and strength. She twisted on the bed, silently urging him to move his hands and his tongue to where she wanted them the most, but he gave a low laugh, the sound vibrating against her thigh.

  “Remember who’s in charge, darlin’,” he reminded her in his deep voice. “I know what you want, and I’ll sure give it to you, but not until I’m good and ready.”

  “Please,” she begged.

  “Please what?” he teased. “Tell me what you want.”

  “I want you to put your mouth…there.”

  “Uh-uh-uh. Better be more specific, or I might not get there at all.” As if to emphasize she was at his mercy, he flicked the tip of his tongue against her clit, her body jerking in response to the exciting caress.

  Lexie wasn’t good with verbalizing during sex, but, at the moment, she was so aroused she’d make herself say anything. “Put your mouth on my…on my…pussy.” She nearly spit the word out.

  “There you go.” There was his dark laugh again. “Ask and you’ll get your wish.”

  He pressed open her labia, blew a stream of warm air on the sensitized skin, and drew a long line the length of her slit.

  Oh god!

  She must have shouted it because Killian placed an open-mouthed kiss on her exposed sex, licking her juices and sucking her skin. He took his time, lapping and licking and swirling his tongue, punctuating it with little nips of her clit. Every touch of his tongue and his mouth pushed her closer and closer to release, yet he kept her right on the brink, ready to fly into black-velvet space, yet not…quite…there.

  Oh god, he had her teetering on such a fine edge here. Everything was open to him, even, she thought with sudden clarity, her soul.

  “Please, Killian.” She cried out her plea, arching her hips up to him as best she could. Between the restraint on her arms and Killian lying between her legs, keeping them wide apart, she was going crazy. She didn’t remember the last time she’d been so on edge, so close to climax without release.

  When she was sure she would really lose her mind if he didn’t let her come, he thrust three fingers inside her, sucked her clit into his mouth, and took her over the edge. She jerked and shuddered, quaking with the force of the orgasm, which seemed to go on and on and on. She was just coming down, slowly, body still quivering, when he abruptly eased his fingers from her, reached for a condom, and rolled it on quickly.

  “Don’t think I can wait any longer, darlin’.”

  Placing his hands beneath her buttocks, he lifted her body to him and, with one swift movement, drove inside her.

  Lexie sucked in a breath at the sudden intrusion of the thick cock filling every inch of her.

  Ohmigod!

  Killian rose over her, locked his gaze with hers, and took her on the ride of her life. In and out, harder and harder, the restraints of the rope enhancing the eroticism and driving her right up that steep cliff again. In moments, she forgot everything except being in Killian’s control and his cock pounding into her. Everything faded away, the only thing that mattered, the climax hanging just out of reach while her body cried out for it.

  Then Killian thrust once more, twice more, and took them both over the edge, his body stiffening as he pulsed inside her and her walls spasmed around him. They shuddered together as if they were one person, and, in that instant, she had the sensation they were. She clung to him as the tremors eased to aftershocks and the aftershocks finally subsided.

  This time, when she came down, she was totally spent, limp, unable to move an eyelid. She could barely breathe, and her heart thudded so hard it echoed in her ears. What had happened here? In giving him total control of her body, she’d somehow given him total control of her heart. He’d touched the place deep inside her she’d kept protected for so very long. It thrilled and frightened her at the same time.

  Killian gave her a gentle kiss. “That was amazing, darlin’. I hope it was for you, too.”

  She wanted to tell him it was more than amazing. That she now felt this deep connection with him, a bonding. She could even see it in his eyes, despite the fact he’d never admit it. So, instead, she adopted a lighter attitude.

  “Are you kidding me? Oh my god!”

  His eyes darkened to obsidian. “Having your hands tied made it a little spicier, didn’t it?”

  “Yes, it did. I never knew…. Never imagined….”

  “I wasn’t sure you’d want it,” he told her. Then he gave her a slow wink. “Maybe we’ll do it again sometime.”

  “I’d like that.” She sighed. “But not tonight, okay?”

  “Definitely not tonight.”

  “I’m not sure I could even move an eyelash now.” She grinned.

  His gaze bored directly into hers, flames dancing in those obsidian eyes. “Next time, darlin’, I might show you a few tricks with that rope. Let you see how you feel when I have those knots placed just so on your nipples and your clit, and in the cleft of that hot ass.”

  Lexie trembled at the images his words conjured up. She wanted it all with him, everything. Could they cram it all in over the next couple of nights?

  “Damn, I’m going to hate leaving you,” he murmured.

  Then don’t, she wanted to shout, but she pressed her lips firmly together.

  She had no idea where Killian found the energy to crawl up her body and release the rope.

  “Be right back,” he told her. “Don’t move.”

  That was no challenge. She wasn’t sure, as she lay there waiting for him to dispose of the condom, if she’d ever be able to move again.

  “I think those sore muscles of yours could use a good massage,” Killian said as he came back into the room. “He placed a soft kiss on her lips, sliding his own back and forth like the whisper of a breeze.

  “Oh, that sounds like heaven. I’m ready”

  She was surprised when he lifted her from the bed. “Wait. What—?”

  “It’s better in the shower. All the hot water is good for your body.” He gave her a s
oft kiss. “I want to take good care of you.”

  The shower was beyond heavenly, especially when Killian slowly soaped every inch of her body, rubbed in the rich lather, and massaged every sore area. By the time they had dried off, she felt she could at least serve them dinner before she collapsed on the bed again. She told him as much.

  “You sure?” He lifted an eyebrow. “I’m pretty handy around the kitchen. I can probably figure it out.”

  “Nope. Uh-uh. I invited you to dinner, and I’m going to serve it.”

  “Okay, then.” He winked at her. “But the towel is all I’m going to allow you to wear.”

  She had the food on the table in no time, the hot rolls and butter in the center. She poured a beer for Killian and wine for herself before she sat down. Dinner was relaxed and conversation between them easy and fun. She had never felt so fulfilled, so cherished, so at ease.

  If only this could go on forever. You can’t have such great sex with someone if it’s just short term. Right?

  Damn! How had that thought popped into her head? That wasn’t on the agenda, right?

  She was about to take a sip of her wine when she realized Killian was staring at her, a tight expression on his face.

  “What?” She frowned. “What’s wrong?” Then she realized she must have voiced her wish out loud. Oh god. Oh holy god.

  “Killian, I—”

  “You knew the situation from the beginning,” he told her in an expressionless voice. “You knew I wasn’t planning on staying. I can’t believe you said that.”

  “Killian, I’m sorry, but…. What would be so wrong if you changed your mind and decided to stay in Red Creek? Would it be the worst thing in the world? Would staying with me be so terrible?” God, she hated sounding so much like she was pleading. But oh, how she’d love it if he’d change his mind.

  He downed a long swallow of his beer. “You know I have plans that don’t include this town. I told you so from the gitgo. We agreed the first night we’d enjoy ourselves for this one week, remember?”