Save Me(WITSEC #2)(50)

“Fuck,” he hissed and his hands collected my hair that was starting to obscure his view. His grip tightened as I took him all the way back into my mouth. Before I could pull back, one of his hands cupped the back of my head, holding me still. “Relax your throat,” he ordered and I did. Gently, he thrust further down my throat. “That’s it, good girl.” His hips began rocking, sliding himself in and out. “I want to fuck your mouth so bad,” he said, sounding as if he were in pain. “But I don’t want to cum down your throat for our first time.” He pulled himself from my mouth. “You’ve made your point. You want to hear the dirty things I’m thinking, here you go. I want to bury my cock deep into your tight little pussy and I want you on your hands and knees when I do.”

I clenched my thighs at the intense throb between them. “Oh,” I blurted.

Keelan cursed and sat up. “That was too much, wasn’t it?”

I shook my head. “No. I liked it.”

“I got carried away and I forgot how new to this you—”

I covered his mouth. “I may be new to this, but I’m not afraid to tell you I’m not alright with something.” I held his eyes, hoping he would see how serious I was. “So get carried away with me,” I said with a whisper, dropping my hand.

He kissed me fiercely, his tongue plunging past my lips. He grabbed the bottom of my shirt and broke our kiss to lift it over my head. He tossed it away haphazardly and climbed off the bed. He flicked on the light on the nightstand and the room lit up. As he opened his nightstand drawer and grabbed a condom, he shoved his PJs and boxers the rest of the way off.

I sat there on my knees in the center of his bed, topless, and took in every inch of his body. He was breathtaking, from his gorgeous tattoos to his defined muscles. My favorite part to look at was the V at his hips and his hard cock just below. My panties grew uncomfortably wet the longer I stared.

He began stroking himself with his hand. “I’ve thought about those breasts a lot,” he admitted, his eyes watching the rise and fall of my chest. “Ever since I saw them for the first time when I caught my brother’s face between your legs. For weeks, I’ve cum to that image of you with your head thrown back, pink cheeks, and your pert nipples begging someone to suck on them.”

I wondered if it was a family trait to have two personalities. Colt hulked out when he was angry. Keelan reminded me of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. He was a charming Jekyll in public, but in the bedroom he was a filthy Hyde. I couldn’t decide which side I liked more.

I got on my hands and knees and met his eyes. “You wanted me like this?” It was probably the boldest I’d ever been in my life, but I needed him to see I was good with this—with him—and if I was being honest, I really liked how it felt. It was exciting.

His eyes traveled over me like I was a toy he couldn’t wait to play with. “Yes, but without cute Wonder Woman shorts on.”

I wiggled my hips. “Then come take them off.” The smile he gave me made me feel empowered.

He climbed back onto the bed and knelt behind me. He yanked my underwear and shorts down. I had to help him by lifting each of my knees to get them the rest of the way off, but I was fully naked in no time.

“Put your head to the mattress,” he ordered. I lowered my head slowly, leaving my butt in the air. His thumbs spread me open, revealing all of me to him. He groaned. “Damn, that’s a beautiful sight.”

My face felt like it was on fire. “Keelan,” I sort of chastised him. How could I be equally embarrassed and turned on?

He chuckled. “You have a beautiful body. I’m just admiring every inch of it.”

“Even with my scars?” I blurted and shut my eyes, mortified that my insecurities had made an appearance.

“Every part of you is beautiful, Shi.” He pressed his lips to the center of my back. “Even your scars.”

I will not cry during sex. I will not cry during sex.

One of his hands dropped from my butt cheek and his fingers began rubbing my clit.

I wanted to yell Yes! but resisted the urge. I’d embarrassed myself enough.

“You’re dripping wet,” he said as he moved his fingers from my clit to my core. He pushed two fingers inside me, making me moan.

As he pumped them in and out of me, I rocked back. “I need more, Keelan.”

“I need to prep you to take my cock, baby, or I could hurt you,” he explained, pushing a third finger into me—stretching me. “One day, if you want me to, I can just shove into this pussy and fuck you because we’re caught up in the moment, but let’s take our time tonight.”

“Thank you for being mindful and for giving me something to look forward to later.”

He chuckled. “Happy to be of service.” He pulled his fingers from me and I heard the noise of him ripping open the condom. “I think you’re ready for me now.”

I lifted my head off the mattress when he aligned himself with my entrance. He pushed forward, sliding in slowly. The feeling nearly had my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

Once he was fully inside of me, he held me by my hips and began rocking his own. He moved in and out with slow, gentle thrusts that felt like a tease.

I pushed back. “Harder.”

“You’re not ready—”

I slammed myself back on him again. “Quit holding back on me,” I practically growled.