SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ
Chapter 75 - SEVENTY FIVE

Chapter 75: Chapter SEVENTY FIVE

- HAZEL -

That lady is pretty.

I sink lower in my seat. I still can’t seem to get her out of my head and we’ve been driving for a while. He has.

"You okay?" Killian’s voice slid in my ears, soothing every cell in my body. I should scold him about picking me up like that again. Just because Kate ain’t here, doesn’t mean not many ladies wouldn’t have my head. And he’s a professor.

"Mmm." I whisper, shaking the thought off. His car is cool. I love the air conditioner blowing on my skin. "Just thinking."

I hear a chuckle. "I’m right here. You can talk to me instead of circulating your thoughts around me."

I narrow my gaze as I turn my head to face him. "For someone who left me twelve messages, you sure talk high." Saying that out loud makes me grin. He did think about me all day. I feel very accomplished.

Killian spares me a gaze then averts his eyes back to the road. He leans his other hand, not on the steering, to the side then places it on my thigh.

This makes my body stiffen.

His thumb gently strokes my thigh. I’m wearing jeans but that gentle touch sends jolts of electricity all over my body.

Killian’s gaze is directed forward while his hands caress my thigh. He acts like he’s not doing anything to me. How can his face be so straight and bland?

I clear my throat and look ahead too, facing the road.

There’s just something about his touch that leaves me wanting. Leaves my body needy and my pussy pooling.

And this is just the effect of his hand moving on my thigh. Now imagine it in me?

"Is it wrong to need someone?" Killian asks, his tone dark. I sneak a gaze at him. He’s still staring at the road. "Is it wrong to want someone close to you?" This time, his finger tips crawl on both thighs. I rest my head on the window and bite my lower lip as he grips my thigh. "Is it wrong to miss what’s mine?" Killian asks.

A subtle gasp leaves my lips. I’m trying to be silent.

"Look at me, Hazel."

I twist my head slowly to the side to look at him. Killian’s tone is firm yet soothing and dominating at the same time. There’s a dangerous gleam lingering in his eyes. A half grin forms on his face.

He looks back at the road. I blink. What the fuck? I stare at him in confusion. He didn’t budge nor return my gaze and I know he knows I’m staring at him. There’s no freaking way he doesn’t know. Killian takes his hand off me and I sigh. I miss it already.

With a furrowed brow, I tilt my head to the side and stare at the view of moving blocks out the passenger seat window. "Can I listen to music?" I ask, trying to think about something else other than his hand.

"Sure." Killian says and hands me his phone. "Play whatever you want, it’s connected to my bluetooth."

I take it from him. "Thanks." I whisper.

"Anytime."

That flat, short ass reply gets me annoyed. One minute he’s quiet, then he asks me if I’m okay, and the next minute his hand is all over me then he takes it away and replies me with plain sentences or a word. The urge to hold my middle finger up and threaten to step out of this moving car is high, but knowing Killian, he would most likely park somewhere and tell me to get out.

Or he’d lock you in his trunk. I roll my eyes. He has done it before.

"Sure." I say with an intention to get on his nerves. My eyes are plastered to his face when I said that and get this, he did not react. I look at his phone and press the on button. A ’input password’ text and his keyboard suddenly pops on the screen. "What’s the password?

"Fucking Hazel two point O."

My mouth drops. Excuse me?!

"Without space and numbers at the end." Killian adds. I shift my glances between him and his phone. He’s messing with me, right?

’FuckingHazel2.0’ I type. His phone unlocks.

He wasn’t kidding.

"You’re sick!" I beam. My eyes are still wide open due to the password revelation.

"I know." Killian says. Cocky much? I roll my eyes and head to Spotify. He sure has good songs here. I scroll through. I’m not sure which to choose. Maybe I should search for one. My lips pout to a side as think of something I really want to listen to.

"Hazel," His deep voice interrupts my thoughts.

"Hm?"

"Do you remember our safe word?"

My breath hitches. Where did that come from?

"Y..yeah." I murmur. Grey. How can I forget? I can feel my heart beat rapidly in my chest for a reason I can’t understand.

Killian didn’t say a word but his hand returns to my thighs. He has confused the fuck out of me in a few minutes than he has for months. My attention draws back to his phone.

"Don’t forget to use it." He says. Just then, he forced my legs apart with his hand and lets his fingers crawl up to my zip. I didn’t stop him. I don’t want to.

"What are you doing?" I ask the moment my zip falls down.

"Consider this an apology."

"For wh-" My head falls forward and I clench my fists as Killian slips his hand inside my underwear. "Fuck!" I mutter breathlessly. My teeth sink into my lower lip and my eyes roll backwards. Killian is fingering me.

And his fingers hits the right spot each time they slip in. My lips part to say something but a shiver catches my teeth. I writhe to the side and moan. "Killian-" I whisper, reaching my hand to touch his hand. "Killian..." I moan his name again. My head pilots back into the seat. I hear a loud thud as his phone slips out of my grip.

Another finger slips inside of me. The best part about this is I’m so wet and they swim in and out easily.

"You’re wet." Killian mutters. I managed to raise my head to look at him. His face was as bland. His head is focused forward like he’s not doing things to me. Like my body isn’t begging for mercy at the feel of his touch. "So wet." Killian groans. "So damn wet that I want to taste you."

My head is all over the place. Every urge to think forcibly flies out of my body as he thrusts in me. My hands twine around his, holding my sweet torture tool.

"Raise your hip for me, kitten." Killian’s voice echoes in my ears. I try to obey. My ass claps back to the seat immediately.

I can’t. How can he ask me to do that when an indescribable pleasure courses through my veins? I feel like I’m going to burst.

Another moan slips out and I begin to pant. My mouth can’t hold my squirms any longer. I’m shamelessly voicing out every sound as my body reacts to him.

"Play a song." Killian murmurs, a low, stern tone.

Huh?

I glance over my legs. "I can’t find your phone." I struggle to say amidst my pants.

"Don’t make me halt your release, Hazel."

"Y.. you wouldn’t do that." I gasp, biting my lower lip to stop me from moaning.

I feel his hand slowly slip out of me and I tug at his shirt. My strength doesn’t compare to his. Despite my hold, Killian nearly got his hand out with ease. "Please don’t." I beg. "Don’t.. leave ...me like this." My words are barely audible for me to hear.

My eyes roll back in my socket and I murmur something I’m not sure is an actual word. My pussy walls clench around his fingers And I can feel my release bubble up.

A growl escapes Killian’s lips as I tighten around his fingers. He mutters a curse and despite my nearly dazed vision, I noticed his jaw tighten.

So he feels it too. How does he cover up so well?

I can’t. Not even if he does it a million times. His touch is so addictive. It feels different every time. I’m starved. I undo my seat belt and search the floor for his phone.

Although my grip was feeble, it wraps around it. His phone is locked. Remembering the password does things to my mind.

Now I see why he wanted me to play some music. Not because of the song itself, but so I remember that. Or fumble while typing it.

A loud cry leaves my lips and my head tilts upwards. Euphoria suddenly takes over as he plunges in deeper. Harder. And faster.

My palm slaps the window as my body vibrates uncontrollably in my seat. My fingers clasp his arm as he masterly explores my core. Killian mutters something.

I know he was talking to me but I couldn’t grasp the words of the sentence at first. That was till his other hand swiftly flung my other leg up to rest on his shoulder. I feel his hand go deeper.

That’s when his words made sense to me.

’Spread them open for me.’ is what he said.

"I’m going to come." I whimper. I can feel my heart beat quicken and hear the loudness of my pants and gasps. I can feel my orgasm building. He maintains the pace that makes my brain cells explode. I feel raw. My naked intentions pour all over me and if I could control my movement, maybe I’d have gone on top of him too.

My eyes widens. The position of my body suddenly clicks in. What if someone can see us? See me from outside?

This sends fire to my core. "Killian, I-" A cry eludes my lips instead as I pour my essence all over him.

I stained my jeans. Embarrassment by how I am positioned and how fast it got me to come washes over me. "Don’t be abashed, kitten. Be proud of your orgasm." Killian says like he was inside my mind. His hand slips out of me and he gently rubs my clit with a finger before slipping his hand out of my underwear.

My cheeks burn as I sight his wet hand make it’s way to his face. Killian dips the fingers he put in me in his mouth and sucked.

"Just as I expected. Mine is fucking delicious."

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