Chapter 10 Ten
Kian.
I shut the door shut angrily and slammed my fist into it. The wood rattled and a low furious growl spilled from my throat. This was fucking insane. My body was burning with anger. Fucking Fianna. I had come home, hoping to pick up some papers and return back to the club so I wouldn’t have to tolerate her but she still managed to ruin my day.
I had no idea how I tamed my anger back in the living room because I really wanted to dig my pocket knife into Ronan’s neck. The audacity of him fighting me in my own damn house.
With all of that anger, My cock still decided to betray me. It had decided to stand at attention for her like a loyal dog. Right in the middle of an argument.
So much for my rage. My mind replayed what had just happened. The way I had leaned into her and her floral, sweet scent hit my nose. Her mint breath when she spoke to me. The way her shirt buttons was undone and I could see the swell of her tits. The vibrant ink of a rose peeking over the cup. Her tits. Fuck. It was beautiful.
Full, heavy and tattooed. My blood surged hot, and my pants had gotten painfully tight.
I saw the flicker in her eyes. The amusement knowing that I got hard because of her. She had fucking seen the tent in my pants and she was going to hold it against me for forever. My cock was aching with need. A throbbing demand in my cock had my vision blurring. I removed my clothes immediately and stumbled into the bathroom, and turned on the cold shower.
The icy spray hit my chest and I hissed, throwing my head back as water went through my hair. My cock stood defiant, curving slightly upward and the pierced silver ball at the tip was already glistening with a bead of clear pre-cum.
I fully wrapped my hand around it, and cold water ran over it. It only made it harder, the head swelling even more.
“Fuck,” I groaned loudly, the sound echoing off the tiles. I could still smell her. That fucking scent was in my nose, on my skin like I had pressed her naked body against mine. It was like she was in the bathroom with me. I imagined those weighty tits in my hands…..
My right hand wrapped around the base of my cock, and an electric jolt shot straight to my spine. My knees nearly buckled. Jesus Christ. I squeezed, my palm scraping over the thick veins. I traced the swollen rim beneath the piercing, collecting the sticky pre-cum that was leaking freely now. I brought it to my lips, tasting my own salt, and a broken groan ripped out of me.
I braced my left forearm against the tile wall, handling my head. My right hand began to move. It wasn’t a gentle stroke. This was fucking. I pistoned my hips forward, driving my cock through the tight tunnel of my fist. The sound was wet, the slap of my balls against my thighs. My breath came in ragged, open mouthed pants.
Her. It was all her. In my mind, it wasn't my hand. It was her warm pussy. I imagined it impossibly tight, straining to take my cock. I imagined her soaked for me, those puffy lips spreading open and glistening as I pushed the head of my cock against her entrance.
I fucked into my fist, my hips jerking wildly.
“Fianna,” I gritted out. “You fucking….with your tits…I wanna…fuck…”
My strokes got harder and faster. My foreskin rolled back and forth over the sensitive tip with every brutal pull. The silver ball tugged at the pierced flesh, sending both pleasure and pain to me. Pre-cum flowed now, slicking my cock and creating a filthy mess that let me fuck my hand with a punishing speed.
I could see her under me. Her auburn hair fanned out, her teeth biting that full lower lip and her eyes rolling back as I stretched her wide. I could hear the sounds she would make. Choked gasps, whines and sobbing my name loudly. My balls tightened, and an urgent pressure coiled at the base of my spine.
I was going to cum. Fucking hell.
“Going to cum…” I snarled, my voice raw. “Fuck….Fianna!”
My whole body locked. A tremor started in my thighs, raced up my torso. My hand became a vise around my cock as I pumped it furiously, my hips stuttering in chaotic rhythm.
The first spurt hit the tile wall, a thick rope of white that clung and went downward. My back arched, a guttural groan tearing from my throat. The second shot was just as powerful, painting another line. Then the third and fourth release, my cock jumped and twitched in my hand. Each pulse wracking my body with convulsions so intense my teeth chattered.
My legs shook violently, my free hand scrapping the wall as her name kept echoing in my head.
I slammed my fist against the wall so hard it pierced and blood dripped off it.
This was fucking too early.
I needed to keep my distance from her.