How to Rebuild_A.K. Evans

by Evans, A. K.

  I wanted to hold on to that for just a little bit longer.

  So, I did something I never thought I’d ever have the courage to do in a million years.

  While part of me wanted to blame the fact that I was trying to avoid having a conversation with Kieran about my home, deep down, I knew that wasn’t the truth.

  I wanted him.

  I wanted to hold on to the good that came with Kieran.

  Slowly, I walked toward him. There was no mistaking the heated look in his eyes as his eyes roamed over my body. From top to toe, Kieran’s gorgeous eyes didn’t miss a single spot. I could see the subtle clench of his jaw and knew I’d be able to do what I had planned without a fight.

  When I came to a stop in front of him, I pressed my palms to his chest and looked up at him through hooded eyes.

  “I don’t want to talk right now, Kieran,” I said, the husky rasp of my voice making it clear what my intentions were.

  Kieran’s hands came to my hips and squeezed.

  “Elise?” he replied, his confusion at my sudden sexual seduction evident.

  “Hmm?” I returned, taking half a step forward and pressing my body against his.

  I could feel the evidence of his arousal pressing into my lower abdomen. God, that felt good. I wanted that.

  “What are you doing?” he whispered.

  Tipping my chin up, I stared into the depths of the swirling emerald forests in his eyes and knew I was about to make a huge mistake. But that didn’t stop me.

  I begged, “Kiss me, Kieran. Please kiss me.”

  For several long moments, Kieran stood there, staring at me. I could tell there was an internal battle he was waging with himself, and it took everything in me to wait it out while I hoped the side I wanted to win would.

  The man was an expert in self-restraint and willpower. How was he holding himself back? He was turned on. The look in his eyes and the feel of his hard cock between us told me I wasn’t mistaken about that.

  But he wasn’t taking me up on my offer.

  Just when I thought I was going to explode waiting for him to do something, Kieran lowered his mouth to mine and took it in a bruising and demanding kiss.

  And that’s when I knew.

  I’d just opened myself up to a world of hurt. Because there was no way I’d be able to let go of a man who kissed me as Kieran did. But I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to hold on to him if I didn’t give him more.

  And the more I believed he would want had nothing to do with my mouth or my body. The more was something I didn’t think I could ever give him, despite how much I wished I could.

  Perfection.

  He was utter perfection.

  Kieran was standing before me in my bedroom, and the sight of him was something to behold. I wanted to look more, but I couldn’t.

  We’d barely separated our mouths long enough to make it here. Somewhere along the way, we both had lost our shoes. Kieran had also lost his jacket and T-shirt.

  I could have reveled in the feel of a solid body underneath my fingertips for all of eternity, but apparently, I was going to have a touch more good fortune tonight. Because I managed to catch a quick glimpse of his half-naked body.

  I’d never seen a more beautiful man. He was strong, muscular, inked, and incredibly delicious. And I wanted to see him again, but I barely had the chance to lick my lips at the sight of him when he drove his hand into my hair and cupped me behind the head before crushing his mouth to mine.

  Kieran’s tongue swept into my mouth. Tasting. Claiming. Demanding.

  I couldn’t stop myself from moaning. Repeatedly.

  “Love this dress on you,” he breathed when he tore his mouth from mine and brought a hand to the inch-wide strap at my shoulder.

  “Take it off,” I tempted him.

  The devious look in his eyes sent a rush of desire between my legs.

  Bringing his other hand to my opposite shoulder, Kieran yanked the straps down my arms. I lifted my hands out of the armholes as he gripped the material firmly at my hips. He pressed his mouth to the skin at my abdomen and kissed me lightly there. Then he pushed the dress over my ass and let it fall down my legs to pool at my feet.

  He remained in a crouched position as he brought one hand back to my hip while the other went to my ass. Turning me just a little bit, he nipped at the cheek of my ass with his teeth before he kissed it. His hands were greedy.

  Touching.

  Squeezing.

  Caressing.

  My hands were in his hair but soon lost purchase on that when he started moving his mouth up my body. One palm still on my ass, he brought the other up to one of my breasts. Since I couldn’t wear a bra with my dress, Kieran got a full show. And he wasted no time in closing his mouth over my nipple. He sucked in hard before he bit down.

  I cried out at the pain, and Kieran instantly soothed it by swirling his tongue around it.

  It was tantalizing. Erotic.

  It was all Kieran.

  He brushed his face across my chest and moved his mouth to the opposite breast. The other remained firmly in his grasp. As he worked the other nipple with his mouth as he’d done with the first, his fingers pinched hard before offering soothing strokes of my nipple.

  Never.

  Never before had anyone made my body feel like this.

  This man knew what he was doing.

  After he’d worked my breasts for a bit longer, he trailed kisses up my chest and the front of my throat until he reached my mouth. Once there, he asked, “If I take off your underwear, are you going to be wet for me, Elise?”

  “Yes,” I breathed, unsure how I’d managed to get out that single word.

  I was a mess of wild desire and lust.

  He stared into my eyes without making another move. I was burning up, about to lose all sense of myself, and he was just standing there with his hand gripping my hair at the back of my head and the other planted firmly on my ass.

  It was so intense.

  So primal.

  So Kieran.

  “Please,” I begged.

  He grinned, knowing what he was doing to me, and asked, “What do you want, gorgeous?”

  “You,” I answered. “I want you to touch me. And I want you to fuck me.”

  He cocked an eyebrow. “You sure you’re ready for that?” he asked, his tone teasing.

  How? How did he have such control in this situation? I was about point two seconds away from combusting, and he knew it.

  He knew it, and he didn’t care.

  I think he was enjoying what he was doing to me.

  “Kieran,” I pleaded, my voice a ragged rasp.

  That did it. A groan tore out of him before he took my mouth again. After he’d tasted me once more, he pulled back and ordered, “Get on the bed.”

  I wasted no time.

  I’d do anything he asked of me as long as it meant I was going to be one step closer to having him inside me.

  I made it to the middle of my bed and watched him. He pulled his wallet and phone out of the pockets of his pants. After tossing them to the nightstand, he unbuttoned and unzipped the fly of his jeans. He didn’t take his eyes off my body.

  “Lay on your back,” he instructed.

  I wanted to watch him, but I didn’t want to delay in finding some relief for the growing ache between my legs, so I did as he asked and kept my knees bent and my thighs pressed together.

  I vaguely heard his jeans fall to the floor before he was leaning over me and reaching for the fabric of my thong at my hips. When he started to pull it down, he urged gently, “Lift.”

  I lifted my hips so he could get it over my ass and yank it down my legs. As soon as it was gone, his eyes were back on my face. I still had my legs pressed tightly together.

  “Spread your legs, Elise,” he encouraged me. “Let me see you.”

  I hesitated briefly, but keeping my eyes on his, I eventually allowed my knees to fall open. That was the moment I no longer had his focus on
my face. He dropped his gaze right between my legs.

  The muscle in his jaw was twitching, and the look in his eyes grew more intense. I felt so exposed, having him look at me like he was, but it was one of the most thrilling and arousing experiences of my life.

  Finally, after what felt like hours, he wrapped one hand around my inner thigh. “Look at you, Elise,” he growled. “You’re so wet for me; your pussy is glistening.”

  “Kieran, please,” I begged.

  For the first time since I’d separated my legs and completely exposed myself to him, he looked up at me.

  “Patience, lady,” he said.

  My fingers gripped the cover beneath my body as I replied, “I have none left.”

  His free hand lightly touched my inner knee as it started to trail slowly up my thigh. “That’s not what I heard,” he began. “I heard you were a determined woman who would do anything to get what she wanted.”

  He heard that? From where?

  “That’s why I’ve done everything you’ve asked, baby,” I pointed out. “Don’t you think you should reward me?”

  At my words, Kieran gave in and finally touched me. Two fingers slid through my wetness.

  I moaned as my shoulders sank deeper into the mattress, and my lower back arched off of the bed. My moan was loud and guttural.

  Needy.

  Desperate.

  Kieran continued to play and tease me. He edged me closer and closer to orgasm but refused to send me soaring.

  Somehow, I managed to bring my eyes to Kieran, hoping he would see the growing frustration in my face and show me some mercy.

  That didn’t happen. Kieran was staring up at me like he wanted to eat me up.

  Literally.

  And that’s precisely what he did next.

  “I’ve got to taste you, Elise,” he said, his voice low and husky.

  No sooner did the words leave his lips when his mouth was on me. Kieran was feasting. Licking. Sucking. Teasing.

  He was the reason awards should be given for this. The man was extraordinarily talented.

  My body was on fire, burning up from the inside out. And hearing Kieran’s moans as he continued to lap at me was sending me higher and higher.

  “Kieran,” I moaned. “I’m going to come.”

  I’d been a bit worried he’d stop if I told him, but he didn’t. In fact, he rewarded me. His tongue flicked faster, deeper, until my body was trembling and shuddering with the force of my orgasm. It hit hard and lasted a long time, one pulsing wave after another.

  When it left me, Kieran crawled up my body, kissing me everywhere until he reached my lips.

  “You came hard, gorgeous.”

  I was so spent, so sated, the only thing I could do was sigh. Then I agreed, “Yeah.”

  Kieran’s body vibrated against mine with his laughter. “Feeling good?” he asked.

  “Mmm.”

  He kissed my mouth before pulling back and standing up beside the bed. I rolled my head to the side and looked lazily at him.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he muttered, as though he was in disbelief of what he was saying.

  “I thought the same thing about you the day I met you,” I shared, the post-orgasm stupor having taken over. I was no longer in control of the things that came out of my mouth.

  Luckily, I didn’t need to say anything else because I watched as Kieran pulled a condom out of his wallet. Before he opened it, he shoved his hands into his boxer briefs at his sides and pushed them down his legs. When he stood up, my eyes widened as they caught something shiny.

  Holy shit.

  He was pierced.

  Instantly, I sat up. Kieran froze, clearly concerned by my sudden movement. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

  “Is that… are you… that’s a piercing,” I stammered.

  He chuckled and confirmed, “Yeah.”

  I moved closer to the edge of the bed to get a closer look at it. Glancing up into Kieran’s beautiful green eyes, I asked, “May I?”

  “Be my guest,” he urged.

  I curled my fingers around his length before brushing my thumb over the piercing. There was a deep rumble that came from Kieran. I played for a minute before I asked, “Did it hurt?”

  “It wasn’t painless,” he shot back. “Then again, most things that are worth having usually cause a little bit of pain.”

  “This was worth having?” I questioned him.

  “Yep.”

  “Like…” I trailed off, trying to figure out how he’d make that statement. Finally, I declared, “Like as a conversation piece?”

  Kieran’s eyes nearly fell out of his head. “My cock ring?” he replied.

  I nodded.

  Continuing to give me a dumbfounded look, he said, “No, Elise. I didn’t decide to get a second hole in my dick so that I’d have something to talk about when I took my clothes off in front of somebody.”

  “Oh,” I murmured, my brows pulling together in confusion.

  “It’s for you,” he shared.

  “What?”

  “Lay back, and I’ll show you,” he instructed.

  Curiosity getting the best of me, I did as he asked and watched as he rolled the condom on. He climbed in the bed and settled himself between my legs. Bringing his mouth down to mine, Kieran shared, “I’ve been thinking about sinking inside you for weeks now, Elise.”

  My lips parted.

  “I want your hand on me again,” he said. “Guide me in, gorgeous.”

  Understanding what he wanted, I reached down between us and positioned his cock. He brought his eyes to mine as he pushed forward slowly. Once he’d gone about halfway in, he pulled back and pushed forward again. This time, he planted himself to the root and stayed there.

  I loved feeling him inside me. I was stretched so full with him and was grateful he gave me a moment to adjust to his size. But the next thing I knew, he started to move. And after a few strokes, my eyes widened.

  I got it.

  It was for me.

  His ring was for me.

  “Oh my God,” I breathed.

  “You understand now?” he asked.

  “Yeah,” I answered, my voice strained as I tried to focus on the pleasure I felt.

  For a little while, Kieran thrust slowly, giving me the chance to get used to this new sensation. But then the control that seemed to be so much a part of him started to slip. He lifted his weight from my body, put his hands to the backs of my thighs, and pushed them wider. Then he drove in faster, deeper, and harder.

  All I could do was hold on. With his weight pressing into the backs of my thighs, I couldn’t lift my hips. But it didn’t matter. I didn’t need to. I thought he’d lost control, but that wasn’t it at all. He knew precisely what he was doing and how he was doing it.

  Kieran was confident.

  He was confident in himself.

  Confident in his body and what it could do.

  It was such a massive turn-on for me to see that he was like this, especially in the bedroom. Kieran was a bit more vocal and a lot less reserved when he was naked.

  It was incredible.

  He was incredible.

  Even though I thought it was impossible after the orgasm he’d just given me, the relentless pounding into me had another one building. It was coming quickly.

  Fast.

  Just like every thrust.

  My hand reached out and curled around his wrist.

  “Kieran,” I called.

  His gaze bored into mine, his hips moving faster.

  My breathing grew shallow, and his grunts and groans started to come louder and with more consistency.

  “Give it to me, Elise,” he ordered.

  I didn’t need the command because I was already there. I yelled out as it tore through me and Kieran growled, “Fuck, Elise, your pussy feels fucking amazing.”

  I’d lost all sense of time and space, focusing only on the man hovering above me. And at some point not long after I came, Kie
ran’s hips thrust harder three more times before he planted himself to the root and groaned. I felt his cock twitch inside me with his release and watched the muscles in his upper body tighten as it moved through him.

  He lifted his hands from my outstretched thighs and collapsed to his forearms over me.

  “Damn, Elise,” he clipped. “You’re amazing.”

  “You did all the work,” I noted, thinking I didn’t deserve much praise.

  He shook his head. “I know it seems that way, but seeing you do everything I asked of you… it’s a huge turn-on.”

  I liked that. I liked knowing that Kieran didn’t see it as me being lazy and him doing all the work. Apparently, he got off on being in control. I didn’t mind it because he was exceptional at it.

  He touched his mouth to mine in a gentle kiss before he said, “Let me get rid of this condom.”

  “The bathroom is right through that door in the far corner of the room,” I told him.

  Kieran kissed me again. “Be right back.”

  Then he got up and walked away. As he rounded the foot of the bed, I watched him. He looked back at me, winked, and continued to stride to the bathroom. Even the way he walked was filled with confidence.

  When he strode back into the room, I was still right where he left me. He fell into the bed beside me and draped his arm across my belly.

  “Thanks for not leaving right away,” I said.

  Kieran let out a small laugh and replied, “You made a good argument for me to stay.”

  “Sorry if I held you up,” I lamented.

  He buried his face in my neck, kissed me there, and declared, “I had nowhere else to be. And if you think I’m done with you yet, you better think twice. We’re taking a break before I have you again.”

  So he had confidence and endurance.

  Nice.

  My body was so sated and relaxed; I made the foolish mistake of sinking into what I was feeling.

  If I’d been thinking clearly, I would have told him it was time for him to go. I would have treated this exactly as I was planning to from the moment I begged him to kiss me just inside my front door. Because this was Kieran. And I had a feeling that when a new day dawned and he had a few hours of sleep, Kieran’s patience and control would far exceed my determination to keep things physical.