What did he mean? Ignoring my feeble protests, he straddled me and gripped his cock.
I’d never tire of this and watched as he jacked himself. He leant back on one hand, his hips thrust towards me, his cock straining, heavy balls hanging down.
Inexperienced as I was, everything with Killian seemed natural and unhurried. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out, wanting to taste him.
His eyes lit up, the veins in his neck taut as his hand sped up.
“Oh, yeah, Harv. It’s coming.” He edged closer, the tip of his cock so close to my lips.
“In my mouth. I want to taste you. Fuck, Killian. Now.”
“Fuck, yes.” I’d never seen so much spunk as spurt after spurt splattered me. He forced his hips forward, the head now in my mouth as liquid ran down my throat.
Warm and salty, I’d never tasted it before and hoped to fuck it wouldn’t be the last time.
For once, the voices were quiet. Maybe it was the euphoria, or maybe it was being right in the moment with Killian.
Whatever it was, that was happening again.
He collapsed next to me, two sweaty bodies huddled together, post orgasm.
“Fuck that was hot, Harv. I loved every minute of that. Are you okay?” A hand trailed down my chest, rough fingers spreading the rest of his release all over my skin.
Was I okay?
“Yeah, I’m good.”
“Fuck, I’m knackered. I might need a nap now.”
He sighed and closed his eyes, all tension gone from his face. He looked younger than his years, the lines now smooth.
I was tired too, and while I knew we should clean up, my eyes drooped, lulled to sleep by the gentle snores of the man lying next to me.
Bleary-eyed, I woke sometime later to the sound of Killian’s voice.
“Sure, yeah, I can be on the next train.”
I couldn’t hear the other side of the conversation, but I assumed it was Sullivan.
“Yeah, no problem. I just need to get a few things together, and I’ll be ready to go. Yep. Yep. That’s fantastic. Yeah, it’s fucking great, man. I can’t wait to meet him.”
I closed my eyes and turned away from him, curling into a ball and pretending to still be asleep.
I hoped we’d have some more time together, but it seemed duty called, and he needed to go. I couldn’t begrudge him that.
He had a career to build, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t upset.
Maybe I was being selfish, but these feelings and emotions were all new to me. Killian had gone through this before, I was sure of it, and he knew how to deal with relationship intricacies. However, my mind swirled with scenarios where we lived together, where I followed him around from gig to gig, the dutiful boyfriend.
I’d fallen hard for him, there was no denying that. My heart hurt thinking he wouldn’t come back, but he wouldn’t do that to me.
Would he?
“Hey, Harv.” A gentle shake. “I’m sorry, but I have to go. That was Sully on the phone. He’s found me a manager and wants me down there to meet him in the morning. There’s a train I can catch, but I’ll need to leave in the next fifteen minutes.”
I rolled over. “Yeah, of course. You must go. This is important for you.”
He bent to kiss my lips, and I hoped he didn’t detect the tremble as I tried to mask my tears behind a fake smile.