KILLIAN: The O'Donnell Mafia

by Zoey Parker

  She moaned as I gripped her thigh and pushed myself against her. I could feel the warmth between her legs calling me to her, begging me to enter her as she slept beside me.

  I ran my hand along the back of her leg as I continued to grow harder, pressing myself harder against her. I ran my shaft along her warm, wet lips, growing painfully harder but not letting myself enter her just yet. I felt her skin part along the top of my shaft as if her tender lips were kissing me as I slid myself past them. I closed my eyes and could still see how delicate and delicious her lips looked. I could remember how they had felt around my tongue when I slid it inside of her.

  I didn’t know how much longer I could refrain from taking her right there in the bed and making her call out my name again. Every time I entered her, it was a reminder that she belonged to me while she was under my roof.

  No matter how long this lasted, she was mine.

  She moaned and pressed herself against me. I felt her cheeks press just above my hardened sex. My body reeled to her touch.

  I grabbed her hips and rolled mine against her. I wanted her so badly I could taste it.

  I kissed her bare shoulder and brought my hand up across her stomach. Her body responded by pressing against me even harder.

  She moaned and turned her face towards me, parting her lips so I could kiss her. As our lips met, our tongues quickly stroked each other. My hand found her breasts. I cupped her skin firmly and gave her a little squeeze, catching her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

  She bucked against me and gasped as she turned her head away. Then she grabbed my hip with her long fingers and pulled me against her.

  “Oh, fuck,” she called out, the words torn from her chest.

  She started rocking her hips, running herself along my shaft. I felt her lips growing wetter with each stroke. She slid forward so that my head parted her lips just over her entrance.

  “Mmm, good morning,” she said as she rolled over and took my face in her hands, kissing me again with a smile on her face.

  That smile was why I woke her up with kisses and gentle strokes on her body every morning. It was brighter and warmer than the sunlight streaming in through my sheer curtains.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Sierra

  Waking up next to Gunner in his silk sheets had become the norm in my life. It was strangely comfortable to wake up with someone’s arms wrapped around me, despite all the years I had spent not allowing that sort of thing to happen. We were forging a connection, whether we liked it or not.

  I had spent the last few days submitting to his sexual desires and allowing myself to simply enjoy the pleasure of his body instead of controlling every aspect of our sex like it was some sort of business transaction. Giving him control over me was the most liberating sexual act I could imagine. Being submissive for him made me realize how little I had enjoyed sex before, which was one of the reasons I had tried to avoid it.

  I had always used my body to get what I wanted. Now, he was using it to please himself.

  He woke me with his hardened desire pressed between my legs. He woke me with kisses on my neck and shoulder. He cupped my breast in his hand, large enough to engulf me whole between his fingers and palm. He worked my nipple between his fingers, hardening the pink flesh to a point.

  It was a pleasant surprise, and it was something I had been waiting for, to be woken up for sex. I turned and smiled, and kissed him. I could have woken up to him like that every day, and I would have been happy.

  Gunner’s arms wrapped around my body. He placed his hands flat on my back and pulled me to him. His touch was both comforting and thrilling. I pressed myself against his muscles and felt him throbbing against the folds of skin over the entrance to my wet core.

  I pushed my weight against him and rolled him onto his back. He may have woken me with the promise of sex, but I was going to control it. He was going to submit to me.

  While I kissed him, I let my hand glide down over the contours of his chest and stomach. He was built to precision. His body was the essence of manhood. He was both a beautiful work of art sculpted from the finest clay and a fine-tuned machine designed to fulfill my needs.

  I wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft. I was surprised to find that he was almost too thick for my fingers to reach all the way around. I stroked him, pumping him a few times and listening to him moan. His muscles strained against my hand as if they were working either to hold back his desire and pleasure, or to let it all go in my grip. I briefly imagined his hot juice flowing down over my fingers. It would have been a pleasure to wear him.

  I kissed his chin, then his neck. I could feel his muscles working under my lips as I kissed his shoulder and then his chest. He dug a hand into my hair, cupping the back of my head. He guided me down as my lips followed the lines of his muscles.

  His skin was hairless and immaculate. He was tan, but not like he’d been out in the sun. His skin had a deep glow to it. I kissed the bare skin just above his shaft. I felt his flesh quiver with excitement under my lips, just as my thighs and the tender flesh between them quivered.

  “Kiss it, Sierra” he begged, guiding me with his hand still on the back of my head.

  I looked up at him and smiled with my mouth just over the tip of his head. I stuck my tongue out and flicked it over the very tip of him, barely touching him. I watched as he sucked his breath in through his teeth and arched his back.

  “Take me in your mouth,” he said. This time it was more of an order, and I felt the weight of his hand pushing me down gently. He wasn’t demanding, but the suggestion was there.

  I felt a surge of pleasure and excitement rush through my body. Even in bed, we were beginning to play our little game, trying to see who would be able to take control of the situation. I had him right where I wanted him, though, and he wasn’t going anywhere until I said so.

  I opened my lips around his head and slowly slid my mouth down over him. He filled my mouth completely, and I could feel the texture of his skin, his veins throbbing with his heightened pulse, as I took him all the way to the back of my throat.

  It was the first time he’d allowed himself to be vulnerable to me, and it was the hardest I’d found his manhood. He groaned and rubbed the back of my head as I pulled my lips back, sucking on him as I lifted my head.

  “That’s so good,” he panted.

  The breathless pleasure in his voice thrilled me. I took him in my mouth again, running my lips and tongue down to where my fingers were wrapped around the base of his shaft. He moaned as I pulled on his shaft with my mouth. I could feel his body tensing beneath me. His manhood tensed in my mouth, and I could feel the pleasure beginning to mount in his body.

  I slid back, letting his head pass my lips on the way out. Then, with my hand still on his shaft, I straddled him. I slid my legs down on either side of his waist and hips, and I positioned him so that his head pressed right against my opening.

  “Was it good, Gunner?” I asked him tenderly.

  “Oh God, it was so good,” he said slowly, his pleasure making his words little more than a whisper.

  His hands were on my hips now. Instead of guiding my head down on his shaft, he was ready to guide my hips down against his. He pressed down on me, but I resisted.

  “Not yet,” I teased. “We’re going to move at my pace this morning.”

  I placed one hand on his firm chest and held his shaft in place with the other. I slid him into me and let go, placing both hands on his massive chest for leverage.

  I slowly pushed him down, arching my back as I felt every inch of him passing through me. I could feel every detail of his flesh as it slid through my opening. I wrapped my wet lips around him and pulled my hips back up. My muscles tightened as if they were trying to keep him inside me.

  I slid back down, stopping before our hips met. He gripped me and tried to pull me the rest of the way down. His sex seemed to grow even harder at being denied full access to me. I rocked my hips where I was, shift
ing him inside of me.

  “Please,” he begged, “take all of it.”

  I leaned down to whisper in his ear, “Oh, I will, but you’re going to have to wait.”

  He pushed up with his hips, sliding himself a little deeper inside of me, but I pulled up. My body trembled as he pressed against each side of my opening. I didn’t know how long I could continue to tease him before I gave in to his wishes.

  Not long.

  I shoved myself down onto him quickly, thrusting him all the way into me, and ramming him deep into my core. His head pressed against my deepest walls, stretching me inward to accept him.

  I sat up and grabbed his hands. I pulled them up to my breasts and made him grip me. He squeezed and pulled while he pushed up into me. I gave him control and let him work my body from underneath.

  A sudden wave of pleasure roared through my body as I let go and let him use me.

  “Take me,” I panted. “Just like this, Gunner, take me.”

  I felt my insides shaking with growing ecstasy as he thrust himself into me even harder. He pulled back and rammed into me again. And again.

  I collapsed on top of him, and he grabbed my ass to pull me along his shaft.

  I kissed his neck and his shoulders while he abused my insides with his massive shaft. I ran my hands over his arms while he grunted.

  He pulled me down as he thrust himself deep into me, and I cried out while he held me down against the base of his shaft. I gripped his arms.

  “Holy shit, Gunner,” I said as my whole body began to tremble against him. He trembled beneath me, and I knew we were about to reach ecstasy at the same point.

  I rocked my hips to try to get there first so he could pull out of me. It worked. I exploded in a bright white light of pleasure as ecstasy rushed through my body. I rocked myself harder and harder against him, furiously pumping myself against him as my orgasm rolled through me in wave.

  “I’m going to come, Sierra,” he said breathlessly, his head tilted back. I pulled myself off of him and slid down his body, taking him first in my hand, then in my mouth.

  I wrapped my fingers and lips around him. I tasted my flavor on his skin. It was the first time I remembered tasting myself, but it was a familiar flavor. It tasted right, like I would have expected it to.

  Then, my mouth was filled with the taste of his warm, salty juices as his manhood jerked in my hand. He grabbed my head and pushed me down as he pumped his hips against my face.

  “Take it all,” he said with a gasp. “Fuck. Get it all, Sierra.”

  He filled my mouth, and I swallowed him as quickly as he could empty himself for me. As his body finally relaxed beneath me, I pumped him with my fist and pulled the last few drops out with my lips and tongue.

  He let go of my head and ran his hand down along my hair, petting me. I pulled my mouth back, letting him fall out from between my lips.

  I looked up at him to see his eyes smiling at me above his open, panting mouth. I could see his pulse racing in his chest.

  I took him back in my hand and kissed the sides of his shaft before sliding back up beside him. He put his arms around me and held me against him. His constant attention, though usually sexual in nature, was beginning to feel more like adoration.

  Things were getting complicated, because I could feel his adoration being reciprocated. I was happy and comfortable by his side. I felt safe in his arms. I couldn’t explain it, but for some reason, I felt like he saw more than just a toy when he looked at me. Unlike the men before him, Gunner wasn’t thinking of just tossing me to the side when all of this was done.

  That was a shame, I thought. One of us needed to understand that this would have to come to an end eventually. And it was probably going to be when I found the diamond.

  I hadn’t heard any news from Coyote about the emails yet, so I was off the hook for the time being.

  “Good morning,” I said again with a wide smile on my face. I kissed his chest and ran a hand along it.

  “Good morning. So, you like being woken up that way?” he asked.

  “Of course. You could wake me up that way every day and I wouldn’t mind.” What the hell was I saying? I wasn’t going to be around to be woken up every day like that. Once I found the Sun Stone, I was out.

  I needed to get back on track and stop letting myself be lured astray by his abilities.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Gunner

  We spent the morning lying in bed, lazily letting the hours of the day tick by in each other’s arms while we came down from our morning ecstasy. Sierra never ceased to amaze me. Even in the middle of taking control of the situation, she turned the power back over to me, allowing for us to both share control.

  We lay in bed and caressed each other. We laced and unlaced our fingers. She held her hand up to mine to compare the size, showing me how my hand dwarfed hers. We laughed and smiled. We kissed and cuddled. If I hadn’t decided it was time to get up, we probably would have spent the whole day in the light flowing through my sheer curtains.

  “How does lunch sound?” I asked as I climbed out of bed. I stumbled to the bathroom while I waited for an answer.

  When I came back out, she was sitting up in the bed, having pushed the sheets away from her beautiful body.

  “I think it sounds great. What did you have in mind?” Again, she teased me with her green eyes and tempting tone, with her fair skin and long red hair. She teased me with her fingers and her pink nipples, with the trimmed red curls just above her slit.

  I wanted to take her again. I wanted to forget lunch. And that was exactly why we needed to get dressed and get out of the bedroom. Maybe even out of the house. We needed to go somewhere where I couldn’t grope her and throw her over the table in the middle of our meal.

  “I was thinking we could maybe hit up a bistro in town,” I told her finally, forcing my eyes away from her delicious fruit.

  “That sounds like a plan to me,” she said in an upbeat tone.

  I laughed to myself as she bounced out of bed and walked past me to the bathroom. When things started, she would have challenged me even about lunch. She would have made some snide remark about my choice to eat in town. Today, she just complied, and she seemed to be doing so happily.

  After we showered and dressed, I called one of the cars around to the front.

  “Oh, we’re taking a driver?” she asked. “Why don’t we go alone?”

  She made it sound like we were a couple of teenagers sneaking off to the movies together, to sit in the back row and make out in the dark without any adult supervision. I sighed. I couldn’t resist the idea of being alone with her, even if it made no difference either way.

  “I’ll drive,” I told my driver. He hopped out of the car and handed me the keys. I patted him on the shoulder as I slid in through the driver side door.

  My driver hurried around to Sierra’s side and held the door for her. I smirked as I watched him continue to do his job even though he wasn’t going to be driving.

  “Thank you,” she said, and looked at me. “At least some people around here remember their manners.”

  I laughed. “He gets paid to.”

  “Well, if what we did this morning can’t be considered worth that treatment, maybe we need to amend our arrangement,” she said, turning her nose up at me.

  “By our original agreement you should be holding the door for me,” I teased.

  “Good luck with that. Where are we going anyway?” she asked, settling in.

  “I was thinking Fiddler’s Rooftop,” I told her. It was a rooftop bistro downtown. “Have you ever been?”

  “On a date? No,” she admitted, “but I have eaten there before.”

  Of course she had. I drove us into town in the shiny black Mercedes. Though driving a car felt claustrophobic compared to riding my Harley, there was still a sense of liberty and power behind the wheel of the car.

  We pulled up to the five-star hotel that housed the bistro on its rooftop, and I parked the
car masterfully along the curb in between two other cars.

  “I’m impressed.” Sierra praised my parking job as she climbed out of the car, robbing me of the chance to open her door for her. She leaned down and winked before she shut her door and turned away from the car.

  I walked around the back of the car to join her on the sidewalk. She wore a stunning white blouse and fitting black skirt that one of my assistants had purchased for her. Her legs tempted me to put her back in the car and drive her back to the house, but I figured if I waited, I would simply want her more by the end of lunch.

  “Shall we?” I placed a hand at the small of her back and started to guide her into the hotel so we could take the elevator up for lunch.