- HAZEL -
That lady is pretty.
I sink lower in my seat. I still can’t seem to get her out of my head and we’ve been driving for a while. He has.
"You okay?" Killian’s voice slid in my ears, soothing every cell in my body. I should scold him about picking up like that again. Just because Kate ain’t here, doesn’t an not many ladies wouldn’t have my head. And he’s a professor.
"Mmm." I whisper, shaking the thought off. His car is cool. I love the air conditioner blowing on my skin. "Just thinking."
I hear a chuckle. "I’m right here. You can talk to instead of circulating your thoughts around ."
I narrow my gaze as I turn my head to face him. "For soone who left twelve ssages, you sure talk high." Saying that out loud makes grin. He did think about all day. I feel very accomplished.
Killian spares a gaze then averts his eyes back to the road. He leans his other hand, not on the steering, to the side then places it on my thigh.
This makes my body stiffen.
His thumb gently strokes my thigh. I’m wearing jeans but that gentle touch sends jolts of electricity all over my body.
Killian’s gaze is directed forward while his hands caress my thigh. He acts like he’s not doing anything to . How can his face be so straight and bland?
I clear my throat and look ahead too, facing the road.
There’s just sothing about his touch that leaves wanting. Leaves my body needy and my pussy pooling.
And this is just the effect of his hand moving on my thigh. Now imagine it in ?
"Is it wrong to need soone?" Killian asks, his tone dark. I sneak a gaze at him. He’s still staring at the road. "Is it wrong to want soone close to you?" This ti, his finger tips crawl on both thighs. I rest my head on the window and bite my lower lip as he grips my thigh. "Is it wrong to miss what’s mine?" Killian asks.
A subtle gasp leaves my lips. I’m trying to be silent.
"Look at , Hazel."
I twist my head slowly to the side to look at him. Killian’s tone is firm yet soothing and dominating at the sa ti. There’s a dangerous gleam lingering in his eyes. A half grin forms on his face.
He looks back at the road. I blink. What the fuck? I stare at him in confusion. He didn’t budge nor return my gaze and I know he knows I’m staring at him. There’s no freaking way he doesn’t know. Killian takes his hand off and I sigh. I miss it already.
With a furrowed brow, I tilt my head to the side and stare at the view of moving blocks out the passenger seat window. "Can I listen to music?" I ask, trying to think about sothing else other than his hand.
"Sure." Killian says and hands his phone. "Play whatever you want, it’s connected to my bluetooth."
I take it from him. "Thanks." I whisper.
"Anyti."
That flat, short ass reply gets annoyed. One minute he’s quiet, then he asks if I’m okay, and the next minute his hand is all over then he takes it away and replies with plain sentences or a word. The urge to hold my middle finger up and threaten to step out of this moving car is high, but knowing Killian, he would most likely park sowhere and tell to get out.
Or he’d lock you in his trunk. I roll my eyes. He has done it before.
"Sure." I say with an intention to get on his nerves. My eyes are plastered to his face when I said that and get this, he did not react. I look at his phone and press the on button. A ’input password’ text and his keyboard suddenly pops on the screen. "What’s the password?
"Fucking Hazel two point O."
My mouth drops. Excuse ?!
"Without space and numbers at the end." Killian adds. I shift my glances between him and his phone. He’s ssing with , right?
’FuckingHazel2.0’ I type. His phone unlocks.
He wasn’t kidding.
"You’re sick!" I beam. My eyes are still wide open due to the password revelation.
"I know." Killian says. Cocky much? I roll my eyes and head to Spotify. He sure has good songs here. I scroll through. I’m not sure which to choose. Maybe I should search for one. My lips pout to a side as think of sothing I really want to listen to.
"Hazel," His deep voice interrupts my thoughts.
"Hm?"
"Do you rember our safe word?"
My breath hitches. Where did that co from?
"Y..yeah." I murmur. Grey. How can I forget? I can feel my heart beat rapidly in my chest for a reason I can’t understand.
Killian didn’t say a word but his hand returns to my thighs. He has confused the fuck out of in a few minutes than he has for months. My attention draws back to his phone.
"Don’t forget to use it." He says. Just then, he forced my legs apart with his hand and lets his fingers crawl up to my zip. I didn’t stop him. I don’t want to.
"What are you doing?" I ask the mont my zip falls down.
"Consider this an apology."
"For wh-" My head falls forward and I clench my fists as Killian slips his hand inside my underwear. "Fuck!" I mutter breathlessly. My teeth sink into my lower lip and my eyes roll backwards. Killian is fingering .
And his fingers hits the right spot each ti they slip in. My lips part to say sothing but a shiver catches my teeth. I writhe to the side and moan. "Killian-" I whisper, reaching my hand to touch his hand. "Killian..." I moan his na again. My head pilots back into the seat. I hear a loud thud as his phone slips out of my grip.
Another finger slips inside of . The best part about this is I’m so wet and they swim in and out easily.
"You’re wet." Killian mutters. I managed to raise my head to look at him. His face was as bland. His head is focused forward like he’s not doing things to . Like my body isn’t begging for rcy at the feel of his touch. "So wet." Killian groans. "So damn wet that I want to taste you."
My head is all over the place. Every urge to think forcibly flies out of my body as he thrusts in . My hands twine around his, holding my sweet torture tool.
"Raise your hip for , kitten." Killian’s voice echoes in my ears. I try to obey. My ass claps back to the seat imdiately.
I can’t. How can he ask to do that when an indescribable pleasure courses through my veins? I feel like I’m going to burst.
Another moan slips out and I begin to pant. My mouth can’t hold my squirms any longer. I’m shalessly voicing out every sound as my body reacts to him.
"Play a song." Killian murmurs, a low, stern tone.
Huh?
I glance over my legs. "I can’t find your phone." I struggle to say amidst my pants.
"Don’t make halt your release, Hazel."
"Y.. you wouldn’t do that." I gasp, biting my lower lip to stop from moaning.
I feel his hand slowly slip out of and I tug at his shirt. My strength doesn’t compare to his. Despite my hold, Killian nearly got his hand out with ease. "Please don’t." I beg. "Don’t.. leave ... like this." My words are barely audible for to hear.
My eyes roll back in my socket and I murmur sothing I’m not sure is an actual word. My pussy walls clench around his fingers And I can feel my release bubble up.
A growl escapes Killian’s lips as I tighten around his fingers. He mutters a curse and despite my nearly dazed vision, I noticed his jaw tighten.
So he feels it too. How does he cover up so well?
I can’t. Not even if he does it a million tis. His touch is so addictive. It feels different every ti. I’m starved. I undo my seat belt and search the floor for his phone.
Although my grip was feeble, it wraps around it. His phone is locked. Rembering the password does things to my mind.
Now I see why he wanted to play so music. Not because of the song itself, but so I rember that. Or fumble while typing it.
A loud cry leaves my lips and my head tilts upwards. Euphoria suddenly takes over as he plunges in deeper. Harder. And faster.
My palm slaps the window as my body vibrates uncontrollably in my seat. My fingers clasp his arm as he masterly explores my core. Killian mutters sothing.
I know he was talking to but I couldn’t grasp the words of the sentence at first. That was till his other hand swiftly flung my other leg up to rest on his shoulder. I feel his hand go deeper.
That’s when his words made sense to .
’Spread them open for .’ is what he said.
"I’m going to co." I whimper. I can feel my heart beat quicken and hear the loudness of my pants and gasps. I can feel my orgasm building. He maintains the pace that makes my brain cells explode. I feel raw. My naked intentions pour all over and if I could control my movent, maybe I’d have gone on top of him too.
My eyes widens. The position of my body suddenly clicks in. What if soone can see us? See from outside?
This sends fire to my core. "Killian, I-" A cry eludes my lips instead as I pour my essence all over him.
I stained my jeans. Embarrassnt by how I am positioned and how fast it got to co washes over . "Don’t be abashed, kitten. Be proud of your orgasm." Killian says like he was inside my mind. His hand slips out of and he gently rubs my clit with a finger before slipping his hand out of my underwear.
My cheeks burn as I sight his wet hand make it’s way to his face. Killian dips the fingers he put in in his mouth and sucked.
"Just as I expected. Mine is fucking delicious."
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