When we got to Killian’s house, he took me out back to his humungous swimming pool. I hadn’t packed my suit and looked around for a way out.
“You won’t need it,” he said with a sexy leer, obviously guessing what caused my anxiety.
He stripped me down, then himself, and pulled my hand until the water surrounded us. It was perfect. He began swimming laps while I leaned back on a rounded step and watched.
Maybe he was a nudist. I’d never known anyone so comfortable in their naked skin. I admired his arms as he ate up the length of the pool, turned around, and repeated the process. I lost count of his laps and just enjoyed the pool’s cool water and my favorite pair of arms in the entire world. His naked ass propelling through the water wasn’t bad either.
Eventually, those big powerful arms brought him to me. He circled my hips and lifted me half out of the pool. My palms rested on his shoulders as he held me up. For the first time, outside of me being above him in bed, I looked down at Killian MacGregor.
He was undeniably glorious.
Water dripped from his long eyelashes and streams trailed down his face and chest. His eyes stayed on mine as he lowered me, ever so slowly, with just the strength of his arms. I was Tinker Bell again. He stood me on the second step with his feet at pool level.
“Mmm. I like this,” he said in that husky, sexy voice of his.
His mouth, now even with my breast, sucked me in. Not just the nipple, but as much of my breast as he could. No man had ever done that, and the feeling was incredibly erotic. My head went back and a low moan escaped from my throat. He switched sides and I moaned again. His mouth released my breast and I looked down. He stared at me as his tongue twirled around my nipple. He played, sucked, teased, and watched me the entire time.
I decided somewhere in the back of my brain to have my first orgasm with breast stimulation only. Actually, Killian decided. He pulled me a little closer so my chin rested on the top of his head. I circled my legs around his hips. He sucked my full breast in again and a cry left my throat as my pussy zinged inside and out.
He held me close until my body returned to normal, or as normal as it could with my legs wrapped around Killian’s bare hips.
“Better,” he said against my skin after tilting me back and lowering his head.
“Better?” I asked, still woozy from my orgasm.
“I like hearing you make noise.” He kissed my abs, flicking his tongue over my flesh and making me shiver all over again from his touch.
I still felt embarrassed over his comment about me making noise.
“Truth. What are you thinking?”
I shifted back and his intense eyes stared into mine.
Honesty apparently mattered with him. “That you make me feel uncomfortable when you say things like that.”
“Good.”
I wouldn’t do it. I would not do it. “Good?” Damn it.
“You need to let go and stop thinking so much when I’m fucking you.”
He pulled me off the step against his chest and kissed me, softening his words. Every time his lips met mine felt better than the last. He worked my mouth like he worked my body.
In fifth grade, I was five foot nine inches tall. Taller than every teacher I’d ever had. I was awkward, gangly, and homely as hell. The girls didn’t play with me, the boys ran in the opposite direction, and I turned inward.
It wasn’t until high school that I started running. Slowly my coordination improved along with a small bit of confidence. Not in my looks or my size, but in my ability to be alone and enjoy things I could do by myself.
Being a track star got me no high school points in the hallways, but it gained attention from the newspapers and college scouts. I accepted the full ride to State and found a new world where acceptance wasn’t required.
Academia was my best friend until I met Amanda and Lyle. Most people would think we had nothing in common. Amanda was studying to be a kindergarten teacher and Lyle a stage actor/director. But each of us, in our own way, was a square peg in a round hole. We didn’t fit until you put our pieces against each other and then we locked tight.
Now I was naked in a swimming pool with Killian MacGregor and he made me feel beautiful. And shit, I thought to myself, I wanted nothing more than to completely let go and scream.
Killian’s body continued to press against mine and his needs became obvious. I let my fingers do the walking down his side and over his hip until I could wrap them tightly around his cock. Maybe it was because of the night with Stump, but Killian hadn’t given me any indication that he wanted my lips on him. I loved his lips on me, so turn-around was only fair.
I pulled slightly away and gathered every ounce of courage I could find.
“I want to taste you.”
His eyes closed for a moment. “Not here. Come.”
He took my hand and I followed. He dried us both off with one towel before we entered his house. He stopped at his couch, tossed a pillow on the floor, and turned toward me. I arranged the pillow and sank to my knees while he stood.
I looked up past his glorious cock, over his abs and chest and then met his eyes. “I’m not sure I’m very good at this.”
His lips quirked and his low, husky voice showed his need. “Christ…just taste, baby.”
So I did. Our bodies were so different, but I loved the way he used his lips and fingers on me, so I did the same. I explored with my mouth, and, at one point, palmed the sack of his balls. I wasn’t sure how much pressure the silky full skin could take, so I squeezed just a little. He took my hand and squeezed mine harder, teaching me what he liked. I writhed against his mouth when he did this to me and I wanted a similar reaction from him. His straining cock slid past my lips until my tongue felt the pulsing along the backside, which signaled his pending orgasm. He grabbed my hair and held my head in place while pulling away. He took hold of his cock and spurted across my breasts.
I looked up. Killian focused on his cock and my breasts. Oh, my god, it was sexy. He was sexy, and for the first time in my life, I looked down at my small breasts, covered in milky white semen, and saw…sexy.
***
We napped later in the afternoon, made more of Marty’s delicious frozen concoctions for dinner, and watched a movie on Killian’s larger-than-life television screen. I had a small blanket pulled over my completely naked body. Killian leaned back with his legs spread, wearing a pair of gray boxer briefs. My head rested on his thigh and his hand ran lazily through my hair. I loved every minute.
Killian dropped me off at my apartment at seven the next morning. I was tired, but in a good way. Now I was preparing for my class while he went to the stadium and did his professional thing. He would pick me up Friday after his practice, and we would get one more weekend before he flew to Seattle the following week.
I was having trouble with the thought of not seeing him over the next five days. When he flew out of town, it would be much longer. Only one weekend in bed with the sex slash football god and my heart clenched at the thought.
In forty-eight hours, I was now zero to Killian MacGregor, in love, and totally addicted to sex.
The week went by like a turtle on ADHD medication. Killian called each night sounding tired and irritable, but he said he just wanted to hear my voice before he kicked it. Other than his nightly voice, the week basically sucked until Thursday when I met my crew at a local restaurant bar. Amanda and Lyle were there before me and somehow managed to get a booth in the back corner away from prying ears. I knew they were both capable of camping out in the parking lot until the place opened to get that booth. I also knew they wanted the inside scoop on Killian. They sat across the table with me in the inquisition seat. We ordered our drinks. I acted normal, took my time looking at the menu, and basically played it cool. “What the fuck, sis?” Lyle broke first. I glanced up. “Huh?” Amanda jerked the menu from my hands and slammed it down on the table. I started laughing. “You are cruel.” Amanda had her best school marm bitch-face on. “Yes, I am, but you guys don’t really expect me to gi
Dinner with the star quarterback of the Phoenix Scorpions was not what I expected. Football fans requested autographs, asked questions about the coming season, and even took a few pictures. Killian handled it like everything else he did. He smiled, made the pictures something to remember, and talked the talk about his team. For the most part, once our dinner arrived, they left us alone. “Sorry about that. I should have warned you.” My teasing smile came through. “I’m sure it was hard for you the morning you took me and Lyle to breakfast and no one paid you any attention.” “The only things hard that morning were my burning calves and my cock. All I could think about was getting you home and tapping that sweet pussy.” I took a drink of water, looking around to see if anyone heard what he said. I was learning very quickly that teasing Killian had consequences. I’m not sure what came over me, but I decided to test my theory. I reached under the table and checked to see just how hard
We dropped our clothes in the laundry room and then took a long, warm shower. Soap led to caresses and caresses to more. I was beginning to think everything with Killian led to more. We were too tired to watch a movie, so we went straight to bed after I braided my hair to ensure the wet mass wouldn’t dry hairy scary. Killian patiently watched me and then as soon as we climbed into bed, he slowly removed the hair tie and unfurled my handiwork. “Argh, you must like the Medusa look on me.” “Hmm,” he said tiredly and pulled me in close. His musky, just-washed scent surrounded me as I closed my eyes and fell asleep. The alarm woke me up. “It’s Saturday,” I mumbled. “You don’t run on Saturdays?” I rolled over expecting him to next to me, but Killian was standing beside the bed dressed in sweats. I squinted with tired eyes and noticed the brush in his hand. “Sit up.” I tried to pull the sheet over my upper body, but he stopped me. I shouldn’t have bothered, but I chalked it up to sl
The entire day was glorious. We watched a movie after dinner and when the movie was over, we walked hand in hand to his bedroom. I’d lost count of how many times we’d had sex that day. My body ached in all the right places, and I was surprised when he settled me in close and turned off the light. “Tomorrow could be difficult for you,” he said into the darkness. His voice had that low, husky timbre that made me think of sex. “Difficult how?” His tone went serious, but stayed low. “I have a game-day routine and it’s pretty intense. I don’t talk a lot and I need you to hang with it.” “I could go home in the morning and go to the game later. I really don’t need to be here.” He pulled me in tighter. “I want you here.” “Okay. I’ll hang.” I snuggled in as close as I could, glad I wouldn’t be leaving tomorrow. With just a touch of light shining through the windows, I woke up to gentle suction on my nipple and Killian’s fingers delving between my thighs. “Is this part of your game-day
Thankfully, Malory waited. No one else was in the skybox. She threw her arms around me and I realized I so needed some form of human connection. She pulled away and we sat down so she didn’t need to crank her head back to speak with me. She wore a different team jersey, not quite as flashy as the one from the previous week, but she still looked gorgeous. “I can just imagine how you feel on your first game day with Killian,” she said enthusiastically. “How do you know I’m with him?” She laughed. “The entire team knows you’re with him. Don’t be a fool; this is the biggest gossip going at the moment.” Heat traveled over my cheeks, which only made her laugh harder. “So why would Killian having a woman with him be gossip? It’s more likely him not having a woman would add more to his rumor quota.” Her face took on a secretive look. “Don’t get me wrong…Killian dates lots of different women.” My stomach clenched, but she went on. “What he doesn’t do is hide them at his house and keep
Much like the first game, Killian only played until he made a touchdown early in the first quarter. There was no blown kiss this time, and his intensity for the game only seemed to increase. He stood with the head coach talking for the remainder of the first half. During halftime, I took a walk with my friends on the lower level where we eventually checked out one of the crowded pro-shops. Amanda and Malory talked me into a team jersey with number “twenty” and “MacGregor” on the back. I don’t know why I worried, but I couldn’t help thinking it might bother Killian. We made it back to our seats when the third quarter started. When the final whistle blew, I was past ready to see Killian. He drove the four of us to dinner, and I had no idea where that was going to be until we pulled up at Tillomans. “You okay with coming here?” I didn’t have a problem, though as far as my co-workers were concerned, my dating Killian would be out of the bag. I gave him a shy smile. “Yes, but I hope
“I like your friends,” Killian said into the quiet car after making sure Amanda managed to get out of the stadium parking lot. He squeezed my fingers slightly and then kissed the back of my hand, his lips hot against my skin. “I’m glad, and very sorry Amanda put you on the spot.” His gravelly chuckle made my thighs clench. “Wait until you meet my mother. She’ll know your shoe size within thirty minutes.” “I have big feet, so that’s kind of harsh.” “Your feet are perfect, but I agree with Amanda.” His grin went a little crooked. I rolled my eyes. “This can’t be good.” “No, I don’t think it is. You tend to think poorly of yourself. Mind telling me why?” Here it was…our first in-depth personal conversation. How I wished I’d asked the first question. I took a deep breath before speaking. “I was taller than anyone I knew by sixth grade. I grew so fast that my coordination didn’t catch up fully until around sixteen. I remember falling in the hallway once. My books went everywhere a
I wanted to believe him, to erase each insecurity. I wanted to be beautiful for Killian. His tongue made small circles against my back and then my side as he moved around my body. He was still on his knees and made it look graceful. “Put your hands on my shoulders and watch the mirror. Keep your eyes open; just watch.” His commanding tone held sensual promise. He lifted my left leg and moved it over his shoulder. I gripped his flesh hard then harder still when his tongue licked the flesh between my thighs. “I love the taste of you.” He did it again. “I enjoyed spending time with your friends, but god, I wanted to be here, doing this. It’s becoming impossible to keep my hands off you.” His fingers tightened slightly. “Watch the mirror.” My eyes drifted down so I had to jerk my head back up. One finger slid between the lips of my pussy, but I couldn’t see what he was doing. I felt it. I looked at my flushed face, staring into my own eyes. Killian loved my body. He didn’t see the aw