Killian: The Hitman’s Virgin

by Alice May Ball

  When he pressed up, a current rose and swirled through every muscle. My whole body clenched and flexed. My hips rolled to pull him deeper. My mouth fastened on his neck. The sweet dark taste of his skin made me bite him. That only urged him on.

  His hand moved, fast and slow, hard and soft. I was wet and slippery, but his fingers felt so big, I was so tight around them. If he weren’t so strong I’d have worried about breaking his fingers.

  No I wouldn’t. Who am I kidding? All I cared about at that moment was more. More. Harder. Deeper.

  He read my rhythms like I was an open book. He knew when to lead, when to wait. And when to plunge ahead. When to charge. Ruthless. Merciless. When I shook and tried to say ‘no,’ it wasn’t because I wanted him to stop. Only because I didn’t think I could bear it.

  I wanted to say No, Stop. Stop. But I didn’t. I was afraid that if I said, Stop, that he would stop. Nothing made sense. Nothing except him. His hand. His fingers. And what would come next.

  He knew. He lifted me, drove me. Pushed and pummeled me.

  And I burst inside. Like never before.

  I needed his body. I needed his cock. I tried to reach for him but I was helpless. All I could do was grab. And clutch. And clench. And moan. And come.

  My fingers fluttered uselessly on his belt buckle while he grinned, pushing me to another ledge. Tipping me over with one finger. My hands flapped around his fly. The heat and the hardness of his pulsing snake made me shudder and jerk. All I could do was plead.

  “Please. Killian. Please.”

  “Clara.”

  “Please.”

  “Yes?”

  My fingernails scratched on the front of his pants. “Take me. Killian, take me. Please.” I gushed in his hand as I came again. “Fuck me. Fuck me now, Killian. Please.”

  At last, his grin was like a flashing blade. I shouted as I shuddered and my pussy clamped on his fingers again. My head rolled back, showing my throat. My chest and neck prickled hot. I shuddered and trembled. I felt like I was melting into a pool. In the cupped palm of his hand.

  He waited for me to recover, though I hardly had the strength to stand.

  “Would you like to see the master cabin?” I nodded, speechless. He swept me up and carried me through the mahogany door and down another short set of steps. He held me with one arm. With the other, he opened a fridge and pulled out tall glasses and a bottle of champagne.

  The master cabin had wide windows, tinted almost black, tall mirrors and all kinds of other gorgeous stuff. In the mirrors I saw three or four versions of me. Naked but for the high boots and my drenched, sagging panties. I wasn’t really even wearing the panties. They hung, sodden at the tops of my thighs.

  My chest, neck and cheeks were red. Mascara and lipstick tracked all over my face. But I didn’t care.

  The deep, circular bed was covered with rose petals.

  HE LOOKED AROUND the berth. Her eyes glimmered and shone under her dreamy lids. Wet in the face, wet on her thighs, and glistening all over her crotch, I told her, “Right now, just exactly as you are, you’re the most wonderful thing I’ve ever seen.”

  Her breath drew in and her soft round breasts heaved when she caught sight of the beautiful mess in the big mirrors. I couldn’t keep my hands off her. I stroked her face, her throat, her breasts, I licked her tits and sucked on them, one at a time. I lifted her onto the bed to lick and nibble the juices and all the taste from between her thighs and in her hot lips.

  I parted her thighs and licked and suckled her, finding all the secret, special places that made her twitch and jump and moan. As my tongue lapped her buzzing clit I told her, “I’m going to split you wide open, like a precious oyster. I’ll fill you with the sweetest entry ever. I’ll make you know what it is to have a real man, really love your body. Fully, fiercely, and ferociously. I’ll make you come so completely you’ll weep.

  I looked up from between her legs and into her eyes, with my mouth still brushing and blowing her hungry pussy. “After that I’m going to flip you.” I broke off to wriggle the length of my tongue in her pussy. “Face down, ass up. Then I’m going to fuck you so fucking hard, you’ll never sit down again without remembering it.”

  The taste of her made me want to race. But I would hold back. This was a special moment for her and I was going to make it memorable. I’d make it last as long as I could. Already I’d seen how fast she got excited and came to orgasm. It was wonderful. But making the moment last was going to need a lot of restraint from me.

  Every moment of contact I’d had with her, form the first moment in the dark office doorway, I’d had to fight the urge to fill her with my cock and hose her insides with cum. The sights and sounds of her enjoyment made me want to charge. I would need to have a hold of myself. For the first part, at least.

  Her eyebrows arched and her hips jerked her pussy in my mouth. She trembled as I gripped her ass. Her faltering voice was almost a whisper. “Please, Killian. Please come and fuck me.” And as I drove my tongue into the tight grip of her little wet pussy, she groaned and shook. Her juices flowed and she came again.

  I held her as she subsided. Breathless she implored me, “I’m ready, Killian.” Her fingers pulled on my head. “I’m ready and I’m yours.”

  I knelt upright between her thighs to pull off my jacket and shirt. Her eyes widened as she saw the rivers of tats all over the hard-earned sculpture of my muscled chest, my football biceps and rippling eight-pack abs. Her lips parted and she licked them while I unfastened my belt buckle and opened my riveted fly buttons.

  I stood on the floor to take off my boots and slide my pants down over my white cotton briefs. She bit her lip as she watched the powerful muscles of my thighs emerge. But her focus stayed on the stretched white cotton over the weapon of my Johnson.

  I kept the briefs on as I stepped back onto the bed. I knelt over her to unzip and slide off her long boots.

  I kissed her thighs as I slipped them off and told her, “They’re super sexy.” She smiled as I looked in her eyes to say, “But this is going to be just you and me.” And I stroked her legs. Then her hips and her stomach. I caressed her breasts and bent to kiss them. Planted loving kisses and nuzzles up her neck then looked in her eyes before I shared a long, deep kiss with her. Her arms wrapped around me. Her mouth and mine made a seal and inside was only us.

  Stroking her , I knelt over her. Close. She stared at the bulge in my briefs.

  Keeping my voice low, firm, I asked her, “Do you want to unwrap your present?”

  Her lips pressed together and her eyes gleamed as she nodded.

  Tentatively, with what looked like thrill and fear struggling inside her, her hands trembled as she tugged the waistband down. As the length of my cock was exposed, her eyes and her mouth dropped open. Her lower lip vibrated. Her nails dug into my ass and she hauled the briefs down my thighs. Her palms flattened on the tops of my thighs to run down them. Her breath caught as her fingers squeezed the unyielding muscles.

  But her eyes stayed on the bouncing throb of my cock. She jumped up and threw her arms around me, gripped my ass and ran her hands down the backs of my thighs as she kissed and licked my hardening erection. Then her hands grabbed at it. She tugged and stroked it and slid her mouth over it.

  I had to let her do what she wanted, and she really wanted to suck on my cock from the moment she saw it spring free. But I was determined to stay pumped and focused. Her pretty mouth struggled over the girth of my pole. Her excitement rose. Her moans vibrated through my dick.

  The tingling she set off in my balls was like a siren song. I didn’t know how to keep from coming. I had to hold my arms waving in the air. As she sucked and mewled on the length of my rising cock, I cracked my knuckles, twisted my arms, scratched in my palms, anything to distract my body.

  I had to look out through the tinted widows. Try to count the shadows on the water. See if I could identify the types of boat as her little tongue pulled on the ridges of my cock and she pressed h
er head along it. The touch of my bulb against the back of her throat was almost too much. When she squealed in delight and forced me into her throat, I had to shut my eyes.

  I wouldn’t be able to hold out long against the sight of her head bobbing along the length of my hardened, angry pole. In a desperate effort to distract myself, in my mind I recited multiplication tables and the tribes of the Pashtun hills.

  Her nails dug in my back and my ass. My cock sank deeper into her throat and her head bobbed faster. My mind drifted to the rules of engagement in Helmand. That only made it worse, so I tried running through ship to shore signals by lamp. Trapped with my cock jammed in her neck, her voice was a rising, muffled keen.

  Her fingers left my ass and I felt her finger herself as she sucked me, harder and faster. As slowly as I could, I repeated the field requirements for locker presentation. Then, step by step the routine for ironing kit. I was okay with the jacket, the tunic, and the shirt, but I had to skip the pants.

  I chewed the inside of my cheek and yanked on my ears, thinking, Goddamn it, woman, will you ever finish coming?

  When she did it was worse. She dragged herself off me with a long guttural rasp. And that almost made me come.

  She fell back to the bed, wet and red and twitching.

  Almost hoarse she said, “I think I relieved some tension. I’m pretty relaxed now.”

  Breathing hard, I grabbed the champagne bottle and said, “Clara, you’re incredible.” My head shook in amazement. “Do you mind if I calm down a little too, just for a couple of moments?”

  Her eyes drifted briefly shut as she shook her head. Her smile was so beautiful, I had to go through the names of the Pashtun tribes again.

  I pulled the cork and poured the golden fizz into the two tall glasses. As she took a sip, I pulled a condom from my wallet. She scowled. I thought she might be angry that I was prepared. Maybe that would make it feel commonplace or like a transaction. Before I tore the foil I paused.

  “What,darling?”

  Her soft breath barely carried the words. “Do you have to use that?”

  “We, darling.” I bent my head close to her. “We have to use what you want.”

  He finger waved at the condom packet. “Not that.”

  It was a high grade, luxury prophylactic but I wondered if it was a kind she didn’t like. But I realized it couldn’t be that. She was a virgin.

  She gave me a sad, upward look and a pout, “I don’t want one of those.”

  Gently, I said, “I don’t have any illness you need to be concerned about,” she began to smile and nod but I went on, “But you only have my word for that.” She scooted to nuzzle my arm.

  “That works.”

  “But,” I said, “You know that your chances of getting pregnant the first time are insanely high if you’re anywhere near the peak of your cycle.”

  She beamed. Her hand took the foil-wrapped condom from me. She flung it, whirling it back over the far side of the bed. Her eyes gleamed as she reached to stroke my thighs.

  “I’m ready now,” she said and looked down, “OH!” her eyes flashed, “And you are, too.”

  I kissed her. Deep. Soft at first. Long and wet. Her breasts heaved and swelled against my chest. I rode my cock against her mound. Not too hard. Just enough so it would pull at her clit.

  We moved together. It felt right. Natural. Like we didn’t have to mesh to be in synch. We were already there. Just like our breath connected when we kissed and our eyes linked us and took us inside each other, our heartbeats, our rhythms were naturally in the same flow.

  I moved my shaft down so it probed between her thighs. The bottom of her ass cheeks and the caressing touch of her wet lips made it thrum. She was eager but I sensed she was apprehensive, too.

  “I never did this before.”

  “I’ll do all the doing we need. You don’t have to do a thing.” The clasp of her wings either side of my cock charged my body. From the nose down I was raring to go. But this was going to be for her. It felt like I was holding back an Arab stallion, but it was worth it.

  I told her, “You do whatever you want. Tell me if there’s anything you want, or anything you want differently. Tell me to stop, tell me to seed up, slow down. Anything.” Her eyebrows danced and her lips pursed.

  She nodded.

  I held her. Gently, I had the back of her head in one hand, the cheek of her ass and the top of her thigh in the other. She raised her knees. Her body knew the way. My cock twitched. I saw her register the movement. I drew back so the head was ready at the edge of her opening.

  She grabbed my back and bit her lip.

  I slipped my cock into her opening.

  Her eyes widened. “OH!”

  “Does it hurt?”

  She nodded, squashing her lips together. I started to pull back. She shook her head. Holding her breath, she said, “No.” She pushed down on my cock. “More.”

  I pressed in. Only the first inch. Her eyes popped and she gasped. I waited.

  Her hips moved around. She was getting used to the feeling. Apprehension and anticipation washed across her face. She nodded. Then she pulled on my ass and pressed her hips to me. Slowly, watching, I drove in another few inches.

  Her eyes closed and her eyebrows went up. The grip of her fingers on my arm tightened. Another half an inch. She was very wet. Very hot and slippery. But incredibly tight. Her lips pulled in between her teeth.

  “Should I stop?”

  “Fuck, no!”

  She took a slow breath through her nose. Then her hips rolled and shoved against me. Her eyes opened and shut. Her mouth was wide. Almost soundless gasps cracked from her throat in halting stutters. I let her take the lead as she pivoted her back to take me deeper.

  She pushed in small, determined thrusts. When she was finally had me all the way inside her, she sighed with a long sob. The tops of her thighs relaxed and widened. She pressed her wet lips and folds against me. Her pussy hugged and kissed the forward bone of my pelvis. Her walls rolled and pulled around my cock. And she moaned.

  With her eyes clamped shut she held me, pressed as deep inside her as I could get. “Killian,” she whispered.

  Her wet pussy widened, then clamped around me again, even tighter. Hot and wet as she was, and bucking like a foal she was still unbelievably tight.

  I said her name, whispered it like a hymn, and her ass rocked hard along my fattened rail. I drove my cock into her, joined her rhythm. Picked up where she did. The feeling was like the two of us were a single body, a sinuous fluid, driven by a current.

  We rose together. Beat and crashed together. Shouted together. Grabbed each other’s necks, faces, asses. Stroked and tugged the backs of each other’s thighs together. We became the movement. The dance. Lost in the animal passion, free from thought, there was no idea in me but her. Her soft curves pooled with sweet sweat. Hers and mine.

  I lifted her ass. Reached into the covers of the bed for pillows.

  “The nicest way to feel your first time is with cushions under your ass. The sensation is stronger and more intense if your head is lower than your pelvis.,” I lifted her to slide the pillows in. Then I kissed her again and hugged her to me, “Later, you might like it better if I kneel up.” She frowned. I slipped down and angled my back to scrape my cock high into the front of her opening.