away, put my palms against his glorious chest, and slowly fell to my knees, trailing my hands down that powerful lovely skin, boxed abdominals, and straight to his tented gray sweatpants. I hooked my fingers into those pants and tugged those suckers down to his knees and left them there, limiting his ability to move or take over.
I ran my nails down the backs of his tree-trunk-sized thighs and he groaned in reply.
His cock jutted out proud and thick bobbing slightly in front of my face. I chanced a look up at Killian and what I saw there almost moved me to tears. Features set in soft beautiful lines, awe and wonder in his expression as though seeing me on my knees was an immeasurable gift.
With my gaze stuck on his, I wrapped my hand around his girth and took just the head inside my mouth. Swirling my tongue around and around the mushroom-capped head. I didn’t take my eyes off him as I did so. Enjoying too much how he responded. His nostrils flared and his hands fisted at his sides, but he didn’t look away. I’d figured out pretty quickly that my guy liked to watch.
Well, I was about to give him a show.
I sucked him inside and went as far as I could go, using my tongue to tease along the length. He pressed his hands flat to the glass behind him and I started bobbing, swallowing his length like my very favorite treat.
I got so into it I didn’t even notice at first when one of his hands dove into my hair at the back of my head and threaded through the tresses, helping me move the way he wanted.
I sloppily slid his length out and pressed my lips just to the tip and looked into his eyes. “You like control in the bedroom,” I stated and flicked the glistening head with my tongue, teasing inside the small slit at the tip.
Killian hissed through his teeth and his grip on my hair strengthened.
“What do you want to do to me right now? Hmmm?” I taunted, lazily swirling my tongue and running my hand up and down his erection in slow, measured tugs.
His jaw went rock hard as he pulled my hair at the roots. “Want you to suck me hard,” he grated through his teeth.
I grinned and gave him a few long, luxurious sucks. “Like that?” I asked in a sultry tone while batting my eyelashes.
He made a rumbling noise in the back of his throat that led me to believe he was about to lose control. Which was exactly why I was baiting him.
“Addy, don’t fuck around,” he warned.
“But I thought the fucking was what you wanted?”
He inhaled and firmed his grip on my hair, bringing my head closer toward his cock. “I’m going to lose it, toss you to the ground, and fuck you stupid hard against the concrete if you don’t stop messing around. I see what you’re doing.”
I grinned thinking I might prefer him fucking me hard against the floor, but I wanted him to lose his mind.
“Oh? Is this what you want?” I asked and then mustered up every ounce of passion I had and took him into my mouth all the way to the root.
“Holy fuck!” He roared, lost to his pleasure, yanking my hair in a painful way that eased into a throbbing, tingling pleasure between my thighs.
My eyes watered, but I didn’t let up, pulling back and taking him hard to the root once more.
“Fuck, yeah. Take me down your throat.” And there was the dirty-talking man I was hoping to bring out.
I did as he asked. Repeatedly. Loosening up my throat, softening my tongue, and taking him as far as possible. I gagged on his cock but every time I did so, salty beads of his essence coated my tongue proving that my guy was loving every second.
With a swirl of my tongue, I backed off, looked up at his passion-filled face and said the words I knew he was waiting to hear. I could feel his need running through my veins as though it were my own pleasure and not his.
“Take over, baby.” I mouthed his tip.
He shook his head and cupped my cheek with his other hand.
“Do it,” I said before taking him inside only a few inches, back and forth in slow movements that would not give him what he needed.
He inhaled and stared at me. I sucked as hard as I could and