by Harper West
We all made the appropriate noises at that, but honestly it sounded a little silly to me. If I was ever in a position where someone might want to marry me, I'd want to discuss the prospect before we went out and started buying rings for each other.
That just seemed more practical.
Of course, the ring I had from my actual husband was still in my dresser drawer back home, and I was the last person who could throw stones about how someone decided to get together. If I ever did get married to someone else, I'd have to have a very weird conversation with them about my ex-husband first, probably.
I just congratulated Carolyn instead, and we got dinner on the table.
It was a loud affair, with people reaching over each other and talking too loud. Uncle Robbie was even drunker somehow, and he was laughing too loudly at everything everyone said. It was warm and bright, and my Mom had turned on a Christmas playlist in the background that kept everyone in a good, holiday mood.
After dinner, there was the bigger present exchange, where we all handed out gifts and gift cards and promises for next year, and soon enough it was winding down and people were making their way out.
Pretty much everyone had flights to catch in the morning and places to be, and I was glad I'd decided to stay a few extra days after Christmas so I could recover before having to get back home.
It was nice to spend time with my parents when there wasn't the looming specter of the holiday over our heads.
We promised each other we'd clean up in the morning and drifted in different directions. Dad headed to the basement to zone out while playing computer games, and Mom went upstairs to run herself a hot bath. I went to my room and closed the door, flopping gratefully on the bed.
I laid there for a second, soaking up the silence after being around so many loud relatives, and then I sighed when I realized I felt lonely. That was stupid. I had always been someone who valued my alone time and liked to recharge after being around a lot of people by laying in bed doing nothing and talking to no one.
Maybe it was all the talk about marriage or maybe it was my mom's worry that I was alone at home, but I suddenly wanted to reach out to someone.
It was Christmas, though, and late at night, too. Most of my friends would be with their families, winding down after whatever they did on the holiday. There was one person I knew wouldn't be busy or asleep, and I was pulling out my phone and calling him before I could think better of it.
Chapter 4
Ash
"Missing me already?" Killian asked when he answered the call, because of course he had to be smug about it.
"No," I said. That wasn't it at all. "You were just convenient to call."
"I'm flattered," he said, and his voice was rich and dark, and it made me shiver as usual. "Has the family Christmas finally wound down?"
"Yeah, it has. Thank goodness."
"I thought you loved it?"
"I do," I said quickly. "I really do, it's just...I don't know. They can be a lot. I miss them when I'm not here, but when I am here, they start to get a little grating. My parents have a lot of siblings between them and their siblings had a lot of kids. Anyway. How was your Christmas?"
"The same as every year," he said. "I've been sitting on the couch watching reruns of baking championships while shoving noodles in my mouth. The perfect holiday."
"Mm, well I'm glad you had fun."
We were both quiet for a moment, and I was struck by how weird this probably was. I mean, Killian and I talked, but it was usually only when we were together. We were married, but we weren't really friends.
Of all the people I knew, except for my coworkers at the coffee shop, I probably spent the most time with him, so it felt comfortable to talk to him, but I was second guessing myself, wondering if it was weird that I'd just called him up.
He didn't seem put out or like he was reading too much into it, and I could imagine him sprawled lazily on his expensive leather couch with his big ass TV on while he watched his show.
"To what do I owe the honor of your company on Christmas?" he asked, and I shook myself.
"I don't know. I was bored, I guess. Everyone's gone home, and my parents are off doing their own things, and I was just... I don't know."
He chuckled, but it didn't sound like he was making fun of me. "You know, if you're that bored, I can give you something to entertain you."
His tone slipped down lower, into the suggestive register he used when he was trying to seduce me into doing something he knew I wasn't going to want to do.
Alarm bells went off in my head, and I narrowed my eyes, even though he wasn't there to see it. "Why do I get the feeling I'm not going to like whatever it is you suggest?" I asked.
"Because you get too worked up about little things," he responded. "I'm just saying that we're both alone, and we're both bored, so there are plenty of things we could do to fix that."
I immediately had a flashback to being in my car with my fingers buried in my pussy, his voice in my ear over the phone while he talked me to an amazing orgasm.
It was dangerous to even think about doing something like that in my parents' house, but I supposed it wasn't that much more dangerous than doing it in my car in the parking lot of my school.
Killian got off on making me do potentially dangerous shit, I knew, and I was embarrassed and a little horrified to admit that I was kind of starting to enjoy it myself.
There was a thrill in knowing I'd have to be quiet to avoid alerting my parents to the fact I was doing something scandalous in their house.
My heart started to beat faster, and like it was trained to do so, my pussy started getting wet. I hated Killian for making me get excited about stuff like that, but I was clearly interested.
"You have a thing for phone sex, don't you?" I asked, trying to go for flippant, even though I could hear the shakiness of my voice.
Killian just laughed. "I have a thing for sex, full stop," he said. "Since you're not here, I'll take what I can get."
"Aw, did you miss me?" I asked, teasing him.
"Yes," he said matter of factly, and I blinked, surprised. I hadn't expected him to just come out and admit it.
"Oh. Um. Okay."
He laughed again, and I shivered more, scooting up the bed so my head was against the pillows. After a second's thought, I got up to make sure the door was closed all the way, and then locked it for good measure.
Before I got back on the bed, I went to my suitcase and dug around for the dildo I'd brought with me. I'd almost left it behind, reasoning that I'd never really have a chance to use it, but something had made me pack it, and now I was glad I had.
"So?" Killian was asking. "Are you up for it?"
"Are you?" I fired back because I didn't know any other way to be.
"Oh, Ash," he said, sounding amused. "You have no idea. Tell me what you're wearing."
"Right now I'm in some sweatpants and a long sleeved shirt," I said. "Incredibly sexy, I know."
"Are you wearing underwear?"
"Panties, but no bra," I told him.
"Mm, you do have the most amazing tits," he said. "Touch them for me."
He was getting right to it, obviously, and I swallowed hard, but obeyed, letting my free hand ghost over my breasts through my shirt.
My nipples were already getting hard, and I let my fingers circle one and then the other, biting down on my lip at how good that already felt.
I could hear Killian shifting around on his couch, and I imagined him getting his cock out and stroking it. He'd go slowly at first, not wanting to come before he'd talked me off, but he was getting ready, touching it slowly and gently, getting in the mood.
"Are you touching yourself?" I asked, needing to know.
"I am," he said, voice a little breathy. "Are your nipples hard for me?"
I nodded and then licked my lips, making myself use my words. "Yeah. They're really hard."
"Good," he said. "You know, one of these days I'm going to put a pair o
f clamps on your pretty little nipples. Maybe ones with bells, so every time you try to move and get more comfortable, they'll jingle for me. Would you like that?"
I moaned, even though the answer was definitely no to that. I didn't want to have bells on, but the picture he was painting with his words was alluring.
As per usual, he didn't wait for me to confirm or deny, just barreled on ahead like what he was saying was the absolute truth. It was unearned confidence, but fuck, sometimes it was really sexy.
"I think you'd hate how much you liked it," he said, voice so low it felt like he was touching me with every word he said. "I think it would turn you on and you'd be so upset about that. You'd get that little pout that makes me want to put you on your back and fuck your throat until you can't breathe."
Fuck, he was on another level that night, and I wondered if it was the distance. He couldn't have his hands on me, so he was using his words to escalate things and tell me just what he wanted to do to me.
"God," I groaned, trying to keep it down. No one would be able to hear me most likely, with my dad in the basement and my mom upstairs. There was enough distance that I could make a little noise, but I didn't want to give them any idea of what I was doing in there.
"I thought you'd like that. You play like you're so innocent, but I know you're a dirty little slut, Ash. I know how much you like it when I make you come when you were so sure you weren't."
"Stop teasing me," I hissed. "Fuck."
"Oh, baby girl, if I was there, I'd already be inside you. I'd be stretching that sweet pussy out for you with my cock. I'd be making you beg me to fuck you so hard you'd be feeling it into the new year."
I didn't know how he did it. He just opened his mouth and he painted these pictures that felt so real. He wasn't even there, but I felt like he was, holding me down and making me take it.
My hands strayed down from my breasts, even though he hadn't told me to stop touching them. I didn't care. My pussy was already soaking wet and throbbing for attention.
I wasn't going to get his dick in me until I came back home, but that didn't mean I had to go wanting. Thank fuck for silicone, right?
My breathing hitched, and I shoved my pants down, pushing my underwear with them, eager to be rid of the clothes.
"What are you doing?" Killian asked. "Tell me."
"I... I'm gonna fuck myself," I managed, and my face flushed dark red at the notion of saying that out loud.
"Oh are you?" he teased. "With what?"
Of course, he couldn't just leave it at that. He had to make my humiliation worse. Somehow that just made me wetter, but I didn't have time to hate myself for it. "With a dildo," I said, trying not to let any shame creep into my voice.
I was a grown ass woman, and if I wanted to bring a sex toy when I traveled then that was my right. I didn't have to justify myself to anyone, let alone Killian.
He laughed, and it was husky. "I can't believe you brought a dildo to your parents' house," he said. "It's almost like you wanted this to happen."
"Believe me, I wasn't thinking about you when I packed it," I sniped back.
Of course, he was still laughing. Nothing phased him when he was like in this kind of mood. All he could focus on was sex and getting what he wanted.
"Well, believe me when I say you'll be thinking about me now," he replied.
And he was right. I was already thinking about his thick cock when I lined the head of the dildo up with my hole. It wasn't as thick as the toy he'd fucked me with the first time or his cock, even, but it was enough that I felt the stretch of the silicone head pushing through my folds to press into me.
I whined softly, biting down on my lip to muffle myself while I worked the generous length into myself.
"That's it," Killian urged me, like he could see what I was doing. "That's it. Push it all the way in. I know how you like it so deep in you. I wish that were me, balls deep in that hot pussy, about to fuck your brains out."
"Merry Christmas to me," I babbled, eyes closed and head tipped back while I dragged the dildo out a bit and then pushed it in harder, sinking more inches into my hole.
Killian was laughing, but it sounded a little ragged, and I knew he was still touching himself.
"You're so wet for me, aren't you?" he asked. "I bet you are. I bet that dildo is sliding in so easily because you want it so bad."
"Yes," I gasped out, hips arching up off the bed. Already the warm tingles of pleasure were starting at my core, beginning to spread out through my body. It wasn't going to take much with him talking to me like he was, and I wondered what it was about him saying stuff that ordinarily would have pissed me off that made me so horny for him now.
I wasn't going to examine it too closely. I didn't want to know the answer. I just wanted to ride the waves of pleasure and finish off the holiday with a good orgasm.
Killian seemed determined to make that happen as he guided my masturbation. "Start slow," he demanded. "I want you to feel it, really feel it. Each ridge and vein, every inch of that dildo. I want you to pretend it’s me doing it to you."
I moaned for him and did as he said, eyes closed, imagining him above me. It wasn't hard to do, and my body shuddered with need. I wanted hands on me, pressing down, touching me, driving me nuts while that thick cock worked me up into a frenzy.
"That's it," he praised. "Good girl. Keep going. The next time I get you in my bed, do you know what I'm going to do to you?"
"What?" I gasped, hips rocking faster, even though I kept the dildo moving slowly, dragging in and out of me, and then slowly pressing it back in until I thought I was going to go insane with need.
"I'm going to cuff you there, spread eagle. Or maybe I'll use rope. Either way, you won't be moving. You'll be spread open for me, blindfolded and gagged. All of your holes will be mine for the night, and I'm going to use all of them. Whichever ones I'm not using will be plugged up with toys to keep them wet and warm for me. You'll be airtight the whole time, and I'm going to make you come more in one night that you ever have before."
I shivered, imagining him doing just that. I imagined my ass full like it had been with that plug, but with something thicker, more substantial, while he fucked me. I imagined drooling around a gag, one that pressed deep into my mouth and kept it open so if he wanted to pull it out and stick his cock in it, he would have no problems.
I wouldn't be able to get away. I'd just have to take it.
"Please," I heard myself gasping. "Oh, fuck, Killian. Please."
I didn't know if I was begging him to let me fuck myself faster in the present or begging him to do what he was threatening to do in the future, but it didn't really matter. I was so worked up and turned on, and I needed more.
"Go on," he said. "Fuck yourself like you want it."
That was all I needed to hear. I slammed the toy into me, hitting that spot head on. I nearly shrieked at the resulting throb of pleasure, but I managed to bite down on it, keeping it back while I rammed my pussy with the toy.
The sound was loud to my ears, the dildo sloshing in and out of my soaking wet hole, and I couldn't stop. Every push in made my hips rock up and every pull out had me panting for more.
I was so close, right there, and I wasn't waiting for permission.
I could hear Killian's breathing catching, and I knew he was close, too.
At least this went both ways. It wasn't just me who was losing myself for whatever game we were playing.
"Come with me," I panted, and it was rare for me to give any kind of instruction during these things.
Killian chuckled, and I heard him speed up his stroking. "Yes," he groaned, that smooth voice right in my ear. "Yes, I'm right there."
"Me, too."
And then I was losing it. Back arching sharply, body going tight and taught. I fell apart in waves, the pleasure holding me down and not letting me breathe for long enough that I was light-headed and dazed when I finally surfaced.
I could hear Killian swearing, and I knew
he had come as well.
“When do I get to see you again?” he asked, sounding breathless and pleased.
“I’ll be back in a few days,” I replied, swallowing hard. I knew what he wanted to do when he saw me again.
“Good. I’ll be counting down the days. Do you have a ride from the airport?”
I hadn’t even considered that yet. I’d called a car to get me there, and I would probably call one to get me back. It was the easiest way to do it. When I told Killian that, he seemed a little horrified at the idea. “Don’t tell me you’ve never called a car,” I said, refusing to believe it.
“Of course I have, but that’s different. When I do it, it’s with a chauffeur and all. And anyway, I prefer to drive. I’ll pick you up.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I know I don’t have to, but I will. It’s the husbandly thing to do.”
He sounded so amused, but I was too worn out to argue with him. A full day with my family and a good orgasm had made me exhausted and much more easy to convince. “Sure,” I said. “If that’ll make you happy. I’ll text you the details.”
“Very good,” he said, and I laughed and hung up on him.
Chapter 5
Killian
I didn’t have a lot of reason to come to the airport usually, but there I was with my hands in my pockets waiting for her to come from baggage claim so we could go. I kept my eyes down, avoiding the curious looks from the people coming and going. Probably no one recognized me, and if they did, I wanted them to keep to themselves.
Ash looked surprised to see me standing there when she finally made her way through the mass of people to where I was waiting, and she hesitated for a second before coming over, wheeling her bag behind her. "What are you doing here?" she asked.
"I agreed to pick you up from the airport?" I replied, confused at her confusion. I was pretty sure I hadn't hallucinated that conversation.
"Yeah, but most people just wait outside, you know. Instead of paying for parking and coming in. Especially at this time of year."
She wasn't wrong about that. The airport was always a hectic place, but it was a mad house at the moment, full of people coming back from Christmas breaks, hurrying to get back to their lives and not caring too much how many people they got in the way of as they did it.
