Effortless (Thoughtless, #2)(60)

Matt scrunched his brow and Kellan repeated himself, raising his eyebrows. “Bedroom or bathroom? You pick, Matt.” Sighing, Matt rolled his eyes. “Fine, but make it quick.” Grinning, Kellan slammed the door shut and locked it again. I giggled as my mind swam. On the other side I heard Matt slurringly yell, “And clean up when you’re done, damn it!”

Already ignoring him, Kellan and I resumed attacking each other. My amped-up body responded instantly to everywhere he touched me. I was on fire as his fingers traveled around to unsnap my bra. I moaned, 167



“Yes,” quite loudly, as his mouth took me in. Pushing against him, I tried undoing his pants again. He laughed when I still couldn’t.

“You never could do drunk undressing,” he murmured, loosening the button and shoving his jeans down.

Not answering him, my hand slipped right into his boxers. Grasping the thickness I wanted more than anything, I squeezed the base. He whimpered and pushed me against the wall. My head thudded as I lightly bumped into it. I heard myself murmur, “Yes,” again, but it nearly felt like someone else was saying it. Panting in my ear, his fingers worked on removing the rest of my clothes. As I slid my hand up and down the hard length of him, he ripped down my jeans, shoving them harshly off my hips.

Backing away from me, he disengaged my hand from himself so he could slip off my shoes and rip my pants and underwear off my legs.

Completely bare before him, and way too drunk and horny to care, I ran my fingers up my own body. Cursing under his breath, he slipped off his own shoes, then the rest of his clothes. Licking my lips at the sight of him, I moaned that I wanted him in me. It echoed around the room and I smiled.

Grinning devilishly at me, his own eyes unfocused, he shook his head.

“Not yet.”

I frowned as I leaned against the wall, watching him standing before me, but way too far away for what I needed. Then he dropped to his knees in front of me. My slow head couldn’t figure out what he was doing, especially when he grabbed my leg and pulled it up over his shoulder. I realized right where his head was now lined up, when he brought his mouth right to my aching core.

Crying out, I smacked my head against the wall again. It felt incredible, and as he sucked, swirled and stroked the most sensitive part of me, I made noises that would have had me burying my head in embarrassment on a confident day.

Just as I was groaning his name, rocking my hips against him, he separated from me. Stumbling back a step, he brought his mouth back up to 168



mine and shoved his tongue inside. I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him flush to my body.

It seemed deathly quiet in the house. I couldn’t even make out the thump of the music anymore, but I could not have cared less—I needed him so bad. Groaning, I grabbed his throbbing mass and tried leading him to where I needed him. He stubbornly removed my hand…tease. “I want you inside me…now,” I begged out, panting.

Pulling me away from the wall, he stumbled back a step. His finger came down to swipe across my wet flesh and I cried out. “Oh God, please…take me, Kellan.”

Muttering, “Yes,” to himself, he kissed down my neck, down my collar bone, and down to my breasts again. I swiveled against his hips, desperate for more. I was nearly ready to climax from the anticipation alone.

Walking backwards, he stumbled into something and sat down. He looked around, surprised, then laughed when he realized he was sitting on the closed toilet. He smiled, looking up at me, but I couldn’t smile anymore. I had an ache that I needed him to finish satisfying.

Straddling his hips, I lowered myself onto him. He stopped smiling when he penetrated me. Closing his eyes, he sucked in a quick breath through his teeth and dropped his head back to a stack of towels behind him. “Oh God, Kiera…yes.”

Watching him closely, I rocked my hips. The feel of him in me was the most fulfilling thing my drunken body had ever experienced. He cringed in ecstasy, biting his lip. I smiled, loving how I affected him, and loving how he affected me. Rocking against him again, I arched my back and cried out his name. He opened his eyes and looked up at me. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, caressing my chest, my hips.

I bit my lip at his words, rocking against him again. The sensation heated up my numb core and I quickly felt the desire rising to a nearly painful level. Dropping my head back, I cried out repeatedly in an ever escalating rhythm. I couldn’t stop myself…it felt so good. I was so close.

“Fuck,” he muttered, sitting up to suck on my breast again.





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I moaned at how delicious that word was, but frowned on principle.

“Don’t swear,” I muttered, pressing into him harder so he slid even deeper inside of me. Standing slightly, I used my body weight to slam myself against him. It was hard, deep and intense.

He cringed and panted, grabbing my hips encouragingly. “I’m sorry…f*ck, I’m sorry…just please don’t stop.” He pulled my hips into his body in a faster rhythm than I was going and I matched him.

Feeling wild and uncharacteristically unrestrained, I bucked against him, thrashing my body into his. He was moaning just as hard as I was as I felt the buildup approaching. By the look on his face, I knew he was there too and I begged him heatedly to come with me.

He opened his mouth, his breath halting as I felt him starting to explode. He groaned low and intense right after, but the sound was lost in the cry I made. I clutched his head to me as I hit my peak. I swear my vision phased in and out, and not because I was wasted. Every fiber of my body tingled with pleasure, starting from my belly and expanding outward. My toes even curled as I rode out the sensation with a chorus of, “Yes, yes…Kellan…God…yes.”