Idol (VIP 1)

My hands shake, my breath growing uneven as he slowly, softly, plays along the curves of my waist. His gaze burns, zeroes in on my breasts that tremble right before his eyes. My nipples harden, wanting more of that attention.

He lets out a soft exhale, barely a sound, but I’m so aware of him now, it’s as loud as a bomb to my ears. “You ever think about it?” he asks, a whisper. “What it would be like? You and me?”

“Yeah.” It’s a breath of sound, because I’ve lost the ability to talk. But he hears it. A gleam lights his eyes, his grip tightens a fraction, and he pulls me forward.

As if I’ve been waiting for it, I straddle his thighs, coming into contact with a considerable hard bulge. I want to grind myself against it but settle for resting on it now. Killian grunts low in his throat and slides me closer, holding on to my hips as if he’s worried I’ll run away. Not a chance.

For a second we just breathe, staring at each other as if trying to figure out how we got here. Killian looks me over, his expression relaxed but intent. Then he cups my cheek. His hand is huge, the skin rough. I want to kiss each callus. But I don’t move.

He touches my lower lip with the tip of his thumb. His gaze rests there, thoughtful, as he brushes his thumb back and forth. My lips part, my breathing light and agitated. I want him to kiss me so badly it aches. But he doesn’t.

His fingers trail down my neck, sending shivers along my skin. And he watches the path his hand takes. When he reaches my collarbone, he stops. His gaze lowers and a sound rumbles in his chest. It’s greedy, impatient. He cants his hips, a slow roll as if he’s already inside of me.

“You’ve been teasing me all day with this thin excuse for a top,” he murmurs, his voice dark and rough. I whimper, wiggling on his lap, so hot I can barely stand it. He cups my ass and, with little effort, hauls me up higher as he slides farther down in the seat.

The chair creaks in protest. Killian spreads his thighs wide, cradling me in his lap. I hold on to the hard curves of his shoulders.

Dark eyes roam. His breath gusts over my skin, his mouth so close to my aching nipple. “Barely covers those sweet little tits. You gonna show them to me now, Libby?”

God, his voice. It’s heated toffee, sticky and rich, coating my skin. It’s black magic, taking command of my body. I sway a bit, wanting to press myself against him, fighting for just a little longer because anticipation aches so sweet.

“You like me looking at you, Libby?”

I can only make a strangled sound.

“Yeah, I think you do.” His fingers twitch on my side, his gaze hot and needy on my breasts. “Lower your top, baby doll. Show me what I’ve been dreaming about for weeks.”

The sound of my own whimper turns me on. Beneath me, his erection pushes against my ass. I take a shuddering breath and slowly reach for the strap on my shoulder. The thin cotton slides easily down my arm. I shrug off the other side and the top slithers over my chest like a caress.

Killian’s breath turns choppy, his lips parting as if he needs more air.

The top reaches my hard nipples and clings, holding there.

We both go still. Heat licks over me, and I arch my back, lifting my breasts high. The top falls away.

Killian groans, long and deep. “Fuck yeah. So fucking gorgeous.” Soft lips brush one swollen nipple. “I knew they would be.”

He runs his parted lips back and forth, caressing me while I shake. The tip of his tongue flicks out for a quick taste, and my entire body jolts.

A hum of enjoyment rumbles in his chest. “You like that?”

I twitch as he idly peppers my breast with gentle kisses and his big hands run over my back. “Yes,” I whisper.

Killian hums again then angles his mouth and sucks me. I groan, arching into it. And there’s no more talking. Just Killian paying homage to my nipples. Killian cupping my small breasts in his hands, gentle, and not so gentle.

He stays content there, sucking and licking, pinching and nipping, like it’s his favorite thing in the world. And I pant, grind myself against his hard cock, the seam of my jeans digging into my sensitive flesh, and wanting to come so badly I have to grit my teeth.

“Killian.” It’s a whimper of need.

He hears it and lifts his eyes to mine. I’m so undone, I don’t notice his hands moving until they’re in my hair, tugging me to him. We meet in the middle, our kiss deep and messy but right to the heart of it, as if we both knew how it would be, as if we’ve been here before.