I offered him my right hand, fingers still slick from my self-induced release. Kieran took it by the wrist, raising it to his mouth before murmuring the first of his confessions.
“I have fucked my own fist to the thought of you every godsdamned day since I met you, Arken Asher,” he breathed, before proceeding to lick the arousal from my fingers. “And youstilltaste sweeter than I could have ever imagined.”
Gods.
If that was my reward, it might have been the best exchange of currencies that I had ever participated in. Idly, I wondered what the probability was that we had often been touching ourselves at the same time, getting off to the same exact thoughts. Probably high, all things considered. It had probably happened often.
“And no, that wasn’t your reward either,” he said finally, releasing my hand. “Good girls who can come on command get to choose their own rewards.”
Had I not just gotten him shirtless?Besides, the only reason I had been able to orgasm so quickly wasbecausehe had been watching.
“Tell me what you actually want,” he demanded.
A slight wave of anxiety shot through me as I grappled with my own indecision. I wanted so many things. Too many things. I was greedy. Insatiable. Starving.
“I’ll have the answer to that questionnow, Arken.”
“I want you in my mouth, Sir,” I confessed.
His eyes darkened, glimmering with intrigue.
“Is that so? Get on your knees, then,” he crooned.
I swallowed hard, eyes drifting to where his erection was pressing hard against his slacks, the length of him on perfect display. As I sank to my knees, I nearly sighed with contentment as he took a step closer, finally close enough to touch.
“Good girl,” he murmured, slipping off his belt and tossing it aside.
“May I touch you?” I breathed.
“Only if you ask me properly, Little Conduit,” he replied.
His gentle reminder left me feeling emboldened to be a little more specific with my language, what little shyness I had left starting to fade.
“May I take out your cock so that I might give it the attention it deserves, Sir?”
“Gods, yes,” Kieran groaned. “Yes, you most certainly can.”
Thank the godsdamned Source. I needed this more than words could truly explain. Every time I had attempted to get on my knees for this man in the last week or so, he’d managed to interrupt—or counterattack, really—distracting me entirely.
But I wanted him in myfuckingmouth.
Chapter Sixty-Four
Kieran
As Arken licked her lips in anticipation, I couldn’t resist the urge to reach out and stroke her cheek. This wasn’tpreciselywhat I had in mind for tonight, but it was almost… better, somehow. There was a certain softness present between us, an affection that I had never experienced before, at least not while indulging in this specific taste.
Yes, I was still holding myself back a bit, but after our conversation in the kitchen, that felt right. It felt appropriate, given that our nerves were frayed. We had all the time in the world to explore the depths of her depravity—because Fates only knew thatminewas a nigh-endless pit.
She was eye level with my waist now, an adorable expression of focus affixed to her face as she began fumbling with thebuttons on my trousers. I resisted the urge to help her, instead weaving my fingers through the hair at the back of her head with gentle encouragement. Watching her fingers tremble as she continued her quest to slip my erection free was a dark pleasure in and of itself.
I smiled to myself as she finally managed to claim her prize, looking up at me with hesitant pride.
“Thank you, Sir,” she whispered huskily before taking me in her mouth—suddenly, and with no further hesitation to be found.
For a moment, I lost the ability to think straight.
As her lips wrapped themselves firmly around the sensitive head, pushing me into her mouth against the wet warmth of her tongue, it was all I could manage not to immediately thrust the rest of my length down her throat.