Naughty November

Chapter 9

NINE

IGGY

All week, I’d been nervous each time I went to bed with Kieran. Since his confession, I was eager to experience his thorough lovemaking. We barely managed to get the cameras set up to document our first time. We didn’t bother to light the candles or spread out the flowers he’d bought me to set the scenery for the video. The second we entered the house, we’d been groping each other.

Once more, I found myself stripped out of my clothes. I’d already done my enema, so Kieran grabbed the lube and bore me down onto the bed. I clung to him while succumbing to his demanding kisses, different kisses. He’d always been holding back, measuring everything he did, calculating with precision to give me pleasure.

This time, it was nothing like that.

And I took advantage of it.

“Let me suck you off.”

I went down on my knees between his legs and cupped his thick shaft. The weight of it felt foreign yet exciting. I teased him with my tongue, licking down his shaft, then back up and sucked the head of his cock into my mouth. I might not have had much practice, but I’d watched him all week and had always been a fast learner.

Kieran closed his eyes, tangling his fingers in my hair. “That’s it, baby. God, you’re already so good at this.”

He canted his hips, gently fucking my mouth while whispering words of praise and egging me on. I mirrored his rhythm, taking him deeper into my mouth all because he told me I could. Even when I gagged and saliva dripped from the corner of my lips, I wouldn’t back down.

“So fucking perfect.” He snapped his hips faster. “This is the way I’m going to work your ass with my cock, baby. Gonna make you scream my name while riding me.”

His words spurred me on, the promise of what was to come taking me higher than I’d ever been. I sucked him until my jaw ached and my throat was raw. Who knew how much it could turn me on doing that to him? My cock was rock hard, and my nipples ached to be teased.

“Baby, stop.” Kieran groaned, pulling out of my mouth. He panted heavily, his eyes glazed with lust. “Come here.”

He tugged me up to his body and plied me with kisses. Rough hands squeezed and released my ass. He thrust between my cheeks, rubbing his cock against my aching hole until I couldn’t bear it anymore. It’d been six days of teasing and torture.

“Kieran, I’m ready for you.”

“What do you want?” He bit my bottom lip, stretching it between his teeth.

“I want to feel you inside me. Not your tongue, not your fingers, but your cock.”

“Sweet angel.” He flipped us so I was on my back, and reached for the lube. We’d already talked about safe sex extensively and agreed we didn’t need condoms.

Kieran lubed up and slowly removed my butt plug. He used the toy to punch inside me several times until I was grinding into each turn of his hand.

Then I felt it—not the silicone of the plug but the solid muscle pushing against my entrance.

“Easy, boy.” He held down my eager hips. “Slow and steady… ”

My protest died when his girth stretched me to a burn. Kieran pressed his thumb against my hip bone in a soothing manner while guiding himself to my entrance. His eyes never left mine, the intensity within them almost too much to bear.

“Breathe,” he said, a gentle reminder of our practice leading up to this moment. And I did, inhaling and exhaling in rhythm with the shallow thrusts of his hips.

“Which country consumes the most chocolate per capita?”

I blinked. Huh? “Switzerland.”

He sank deeper inside me, and I dug my fingers into his back. I couldn’t take anymore. He rocked his hips, and the pleasure rushing through me was like a match struck to kindle.

“What was the first toy advertised on television?”

Groaning, I slipped my fingers into Kieran’s hair and tugged. “I swear to god, Kieran, if you don’t shut up with the trivia and fuck me, I?—”

Kieran’s mouth fell open, then crashed onto mine, devouring me.

Yes! Yes!

He gave me his full weight, one hand cupping my bottom, angling my hips so each torturous drive pushed him to the hilt inside me. He stretched me to the limit, but the mix of pleasure and pain felt incredible.

He trailed his lips down my neck, sucked, and bit each inch he covered, leaving behind marks I was sure would linger. I wanted them to linger. His other hand found my cock and stroked it in time with his thrusts. Teasing me, driving me insane.

“Kieran…” I gasped, my voice barely above a whisper. He silenced me with a deeply possessive kiss and continued his relentless rhythm, each thrust of his hips causing waves of pleasure to crash down on me. “Harder, please. I can take it. Want to feel all of you.”

He shifted, tightening his hold on my hip and positioning himself more comfortably over me.

The change was instant. He set up a faster pace, each thrust harder and deeper and stronger than the last. My body rocked with the rhythm of his relentless assault. I gripped him tightly, digging my fingers into the muscles of his back .

“Fuck, baby,” he grunted. “So fucking tight. I don’t want to hurt you…”

But he didn’t let up, even as I cried louder and raked my nails over his back, drawing blood. How could I want the relentless pounding to be over and continue at the same time? But if something didn’t happen soon…something had to happen.

He slammed my hips into the bed over and over. A hand shifted from my hip and wrapped around the base of my cock, fingers lightly caressing as they moved in sync with his thrusts.

“Don’t fight it.” He planted a trail of fiery kisses along my jawline. “Let it happen.”

Trusting him, I let go, losing myself in him, the musky smell of him, the saltiness of his sweat, the hardness of his muscles, the ridge and vein of his cock sliding in and out of me. I came with a scream, clinging to him for dear life as pulse after pulse of ecstasy washed over me.

A low growl erupted from his throat as he buried himself as deep inside me as possible. The gush of his release filled me. A couple more aggressive thrusts of his hips and he emptied himself inside my body.

“Fuck.” He panted heavily, his hot breath tickling my ear. Shivers rolled down my spine. He brushed his lips against mine in a soft, languid kiss.

“Mr. Potato Head,” I whispered.

Kieran raised his head. “What?”

“You asked what the first toy advertised on the TV was. Mr. Potato Head.”

Kieran’s look of confusion gave way to a grin. He threw his head back and laughed. “God, I love you.”

His lips on mine prevented me from answering.

I love you too.

I couldn’t have been happier.