2020, March 3rd
(Imperium, Stormhold)
KEIRA
Throwing caution to the wind once again, we got back into the car, slamming the doors behind us. Enthusiasm and excitement flowed through the air between us when we turned to face each other.
"Miss me, Denny?" I asked, eyes stinging as tears flowed.
"Your getaway driver prince is at your service, Keira. Where are we taking the party next?" he said, reaching out to lay his fingers down on my cheeks and wipe away the tears.
He'd never seen me cry before, but he didn't remark on it. His fingers were gentle and tender. Things not reserved for Killshot. In that moment, watching him through blurry eyes, I knew I made the right call.
2020, May
(New York, United States)
Three months later, our party moved to New York. Trouble seekers that we were, we snuck into The MET after hours.
"No kissing without sex rule is still in effect," I said, leading him along as we perused the empty museum hand in hand.
"I know, I know. You fell in love with me the moment your lips landed on mine for the first time in Velora," he said in jest, chuckling as he trailed behind me patiently.
He joked like that all the time. We both knew why. If he took me too seriously, we would have to have the talk. When would we stop running from our real lives? How would our little fling end?
Three months ago, we knew the answers to those questions. One night. Three days. One week. One month. Somewhere in the midst of all that, I stopped pretending to care about us parting ways.
He pinned me against the wall between two paintings, then spun me around. Every time he took off my panties in places like this, I saw the folly of my rule. Kissing was hardly our biggest problem. Still I held onto it until I was too far gone. Until he made me dizzy with pleasure.
"Most women have a no sex without kissing rule. That I get. Your rule is ludicrous," he said, incredulous, as he flattened me against the wall.
"And yet you have no trouble playing by it, do you, Denny?" I said, amusement and anticipation in my voice as he lifted my dress up, over my ass.
"Don't you know the stupid rule inevitably leads to you being fucked, frequently, in the most inconvenient of places?" he teased, the delicious pressure of the head of his dick pressing past the entrance of my core.
I bit my lip, stifling a satisfied sigh, as he worked on getting his dick inside me. Back and forth. In and out until his dick filled my pussy up. The process left me impatient and wanting every time. He fucking knew it too. Took his damn time on purpose.
"No such thing. Anywhere's a good place to fuck," I said, tossing him a devious grin over my shoulder.
He grabbed onto a fistful of my hair, yanked my head back and finally started thrusting into me. No delicacy once he got going. Too high on my pussy.
"Shit," he groaned, his enjoyment making my pussy walls tighten. "We get decidedly more and more stuck together with each passing day."
There was that annoying honesty of his. My body tensed. His wouldn't allow the development to persist as he slammed into me hard and fast, forcing the breath out of me with the force.
Fucking hell.
The curses and satisfactory moans echoed in my head, but never passed my lips. It was all I had left to cling to. My only form of self preservation as he made my body succumb to his.
Otherworldly pleasure and pain. Unholy sensations. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. He knew exactly where that special spot was and how to hammer the shit out of me once he found it.
"Just fucking like that," I let slip, my first words during sex since he ruined my sanity our first night together.
I waited for the gloating, but it didn't come. Instead he grabbed my tits and crushed them in merciless fists, making me gasp.
"I knew we'd get stuck together the moment you joined me at my table that night. I tried to leave. To get away. Damn it. It was no use," he roared, pinning me in place with the full weight of his body as he thrust into me passionately.
My head fell back. Back to the silence. Slowed breathing. Nothing but light pants came out of me. He didn't care. Was undeterred. Reveled in his victory just the same.
I gave him his prize a little too eagerly for my liking, caught up in this man and the way his dick made me putty in his hands.
Tilting my head over my shoulder, I came face to face with the knowing grin splitting his face. My heart pummeled wildly in my rib cage, begging me not to let his words in. After all, stuck together didn't mean stuck on each other. That was for other people. My Ethan. His Elena.
"You should have tried harder," I mused, my gaze dropping onto his lips.
He smashed his into mine and my pussy made him my whole world. His hand clung to my neck fiercely as his thrusts grew frantic. Urgent. Primitive.
"Fucking hell. So fucking good, Keira," he ranted into my mouth, like the words were a complaint.
But the kissing wouldn't stop, no matter how ravenous his dick was to keep fucking me.
This was why we needed the no kissing without fucking rule, Denny.
Unraveling on his dick wasn't the issue. My throat burning to scream his name wasn't it either. It was the explosion happening in my chest when his lips moved with mine that ruined me every time.
"You're doing great, Denny," I said evenly, dismissively, knowing it irked him.
It was only fair. He made me feel too damn good. It irritated me.
"Fucking hell," he groaned, refusing to give up the warmth of my mouth like he usually did when I said the words. "Not tonight, Killshot," he said smugly, meaningfully.
Had he figured me out? My body tore the pieces of itself left on his dick to shreds, leaving disorienting pleasure in its wake. Still, he wouldn't relent. My hands groped at his body, pushed back against his. Ravenous need consumed me. I couldn't relent either.
We were just fuck buddies. Running from our real lives together. So why couldn't we walk away?
***Disclaimer: There are two timelines. Timeline 1(past) and timeline 2(present). Note: the timeline we are in is mentioned
alongside the date at the beginning of each chapter. We will now switch to timeline 2.