Killian Jones One Shots

Dessert

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This work was inspired by something a friend of mine wrote, so I can't take all the credit here. ;-) 

I could hear Killian's footsteps sounding in the corridor outside our cabin and I smiled knowing that the first thing he would see upon entering would be me perched atop the table touching myself. My arm had grown tired from supporting my weight, so I had already retrieved a pillow to put under my side to help with comfort and while it was a little awkward, I managed well.

My core was rushing with liquid heat and it was all I could do not to come, but I knew that if I were to gain a release from my own hand it would be pitiful in comparison to what Killian could gift me with. And that's what I truly wanted anyway, to come on his hard cock while he took his pleasure from my body. God, how I loved it. Feeling so full that it was just on *this* side of too much but it was wonderful just the same. It was a wonder I took him as well as I did considering how large he was, but even after our first time, I had been all right. Killian had been kind and gentle and all around wonderful the first time he had taken me, and I was ever so grateful to him. I'd heard the horror stories of first times gone wrong and how painful that could be and when I had first seen him properly I'd almost been afraid he wouldn't fit (given the fact of how inexperienced I was, it really wasn't a surprise I could be so stupid). Of course, it helped that Killian was such an attentive lover. Always looking after my needs before taking for himself. Sometimes it left me feeling selfish because I felt like I wasn't giving him enough, but it was something we were working on finding balance in.

The cabin door came open with a rush of air and there was a dangerous pause as Killian's dark and hooded gaze landed first upon my parted legs and then traveled up the length of my body. I had him, hook, line, and sinker (no pun intended, I swear). The door was closed and bolted before Killian took a step forward but instead of coming straight to me, he took his time removing his duster. From there, it was put away before he began to undo his vest, all the while taking little glances my way.

"See something you like, Captain?"

"You disobeyed your orders, Wright."

Oh, sweet baby Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. His voice was dripping with sin and already sounded completely wrecked and he hadn't even touched me yet. This night was going to prove fatal for me and I knew it, but at least I would go out in an enjoyable way.

"I know," It was pure sass coming from my lips, and accompanied by a smug grin that mirrored the one he often wore.

Turning to finally face me after his waistcoat was put away, Killian arched a brow and waited in silence. I pretended not to notice while circling my clit with two fingers before dipping them into my heat and I could see that it was getting to him.

"I should leave you be. Teach you a lesson." Chyeah. His voice was barely steady and if I didn't know better, I'd swear I could see a bit of drool at the corner of his mouth. He tried, he really did. But when it boiled down to it, Killian craved me just as much as I did him. And if I was this wet, I *knew* he was *aching* for me.

"You could. Or," I propped myself up to look at him better. "You could get over here and have your dessert. What's it gonna be, Captain?"

There was barely enough time to shove the pillow back to catch my head as Killian's mouth descended on my core and he set to work running his tongue along my folds. He sucked against my clit and was as unrelenting as it was possible to be as he ate me out. My hips bucked and it wasn't long before I was begging him to let me come, but of course, he wouldn't.