Hot For Her Ex-Con (Dark Desires #7)

6. Allison

CHAPTER 6

Allison

A hotel room is a masterstroke idea from Killian that eerily fits in with his constant idea that all this is somehow ‘destiny’.

There’s other words for it, too, like larceny, grand theft auto, kidnapping… But who am I to judge? Not when there’s this much positive attention from him on me.

If his staying in my room makes him like this all the time, then we might see about having him chained to the wall permanently.

I’d gladly go to my room as punishment anytime if that were the case.

The chemistry set between us is hastily unwrapped, but we both take some time to study each other every step of the way. It’s more like déjà vu or something, feeling like we’ve known each other forever somehow, and we’re just remembering how crazy we are for each other.

Killian surprises me with a kind of methodical tenderness mixed with finding out how tight he can grab and squeeze me until I’m making the right sounds. My own hands seem tiny against his huge chest and shoulders, but running my palms flat over everything I can reach makes it more real by the second.

His low groans match every one of my little mews and helpless-sounding whimpers. I’m not putting it on, either. Killian really does turn me into a puddle of mush at fifty paces. Having him on top of me, gripping me like this, it’s like having that feeling dialed so high the knob comes off.

I saw plenty of his lower half earlier, but Killian’s upper body looks like he’s done nothing but press-ups and crunches every waking moment.

It shouldn’t surprise me, given his size, but seeing and feeling a man so hard, equally hard everywhere else?

It kind of surprises me in ways I never knew I could feel so surprised. That and the strength he has. Lifting me easily once I’ve shimmied out of my jeans, my legs hooked around his waist. All of him feeling as firm and rigid as his thick, hot dick I feel prodding my thighs and then my ass until his engorged head brushes my already quivering pussy.

“Allison…”

The rasped, half-growl of my name in my ear, followed by his mouth kissing down my neck, is my limit. The man hasn't even done anything, really, and I’m ready to come a river right fucking now.

“Killian…”

I gasp his name, shuddering all over without warning. Not sure exactly what’s happening to me, but already knowing I want it forever.

“That’s it… You like that, huh?” he whispers knowingly, looking more pleased by every second of my rising arousal.

It makes my eyes cross as I try to stop myself from climaxing so soon. I thought that was something guys had to worry about, but it’s a first for me.

I cling to him like my life depends on it, my hips rolling and bucking, not having to work hard at all to feel his probing heat one last time from the outside before he slowly starts to fill me with it.

It’s the most intense few minutes, Killian shifting so he supports me better and his eyes can lock on mine. He helps and praises me with that look he gives so easily as I manage to take all I can of him inch by inch.

I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirrored robe opposite the bed. My puffed-out cheeks and twisted features are far from sexy, but Killian's more than impressed with my efforts so far.

“Good girl. See? I knew we’d be a perfect fit.”

I couldn’t agree more, even though a big part of me already knows I won’t be walking straight for a while. And that climax I’ve been trying to hold onto turns out once I start coming on his perfect dick, I can’t stop.

It’s a novelty at first, but I get scared once I can’t stop. Killian holds me closer, slowing my frantic pace instantly. Seems like Killian isn't the only one of us long overdue for something they’ve been needing an awful long time.

“Easy there. We got all night, Allison, and every night after that if you want.”

I melt into him again at the words, feeling every emotion at a new and deeper level, which is ironic. Killian’s not exactly Mr. Chatterbox.

But as the tall, strong, and silent type, Killian sure can say a lot to me without uttering a single word. The more time I spend feeling him in and out of me, the longer I flex and the more I moan until I’m wheezing his name. I have to agree that this destiny business is pretty neat so far.

Details like my mom, our front door, the police, and whoever this Trap guy is—all that can wait until morning, as far as I’m concerned.

Killian’s energy for sex is as boundless as the rest of him, and I think I match him stroke for stroke, for the most part.

But after so many multiple quaking orgasms of my own, I’m wondering if maybe I’m doing something wrong. I’ve seen the deluxe suite from every angle humanly possible and can barely stop trembling before it feels like Killian’s convinced he’s satisfied me.

His breathing gets deeper, and although I thought it impossible, he swells to an even bigger size inside me, grinding out a low sound that triggers me to join him in one final, mind-blowing spasm of release.

His own pulsing climax inside me, feeling so deep, feeling every bit like he’s unlocked a new part of me, literally.

Collapsing into him like a weighted blanket, I know I could stay like this forever with him. Even in a cheap motel room.

Our breathing gradually slows, and he shows no signs of letting me out of his clutches for anything. I can’t remember ever feeling so content or safe. Every other guy out there wants to dump and run, but I know Killian isn’t like that.

What is he like? I guess time will tell.