K I E R O N

Chapter |3| These Suprises Are The Best

J A C O B ' S P. O. V

Well, this is definitely not how I expected my day to go.

Kieron stands in front of me, the epitome of rugged handsomeness. I like the way we contrast, my smooth paler skin in comparison with his darkened tanned hue and scruffy jaw.

I've always f****d nice boys. Preppy guys full of charm and laughter like me.

I guess it's easier because I know what they want. It's predictable and I like to please as much I like to receive.

But Kieron is different. I noticed it the moment he walked in, wearing an Armani suit that probably cost more than that jackass waiter's car.

I admit it was tainted a little by the rain and the fact that Kieron has the abruptness of a caveman but the way he handled himself instead of firing the waiter was admirable.

He's Kieron Romano for f**k's sake.

I recognised him when he sat down, but I've been in business long enough not to be fazed by the moguls of the industry.

Yet, that this difficult.

Because I was supposed to be meeting Kiara Romano today to discuss a deal. I'm in real estate and somehow my business in England grew so big that it's become international.

I wanted to partner up with Romano Enterprises. The richest business in the Northern hemisphere.

Yes, I'm striving high with that but like my father always said it's better to try and fail then live life never knowing if you would have succeeded.

I was prepared for the meeting, ready for it, and then I got a call.

My ex screaming at me down the line when she noticed the letter in her front door requesting sole custody of my son. He's only four, and already exposed to so much darkness because of her.

She only wants him because of my checks that come in every month, but hopefully soon I'll be moving to New York City.

And there's no way I'm leaving my son behind.

That's why I was shocked when Kieron Romano strolled in, a six foot god that could melt icebergs with his heated gaze.

I cancelled the interview, yet there he was. I wasn't even supposed to be meeting him, and no, I didn't invite him up to my hotel room because I'm looking for an investment.

I'm invited him because I'm intrigued, and that doesn't happen easily.

His shirt rests on the floor in a crumpled heap besides mine. Inked body marbleised with cuts of pure muscle.

I'd like to consider myself in good shape with a solid six pack but f**k, this man is something else.

I rest my hands on his zipper, playing with the metal, which causes a deep groan to force itself out his throat.

I smirk, when he says he want this.

He wants me.

Yet, there's a sense of reluctance. Something holding him back that makes me want to take charge. To ease his concern, make him feel f*****g amazing.

"So, I guess the question is, who is f*****g who?" It doesn't matter to me either way I'm good, but he seems to relax a little more at the option.

"I want to f**k you." s**t. Even his voice acts as a vice around my d**k, squeezing tight.

I nod tightly and then yank him closer. Our lips meld together, our hands roaming each others bodies as we finish undressing.

I tug my boxers down first. My erection slapping up. He reaches forward to grab me, yet his touch is so caressing.

My body shivers at the way he teases my shaft, yet I don't even think he f*****g knows it. "Harder," I murmur, and he responds to the command begrudgingly.

His gaze stays on my face, watching my expressions throughly as though studying. He adjusts accordingly, using more fingers at the base because it makes my eyes roll, like he wants to become the master at hand jobs,

"f**k stop." I manage to choke out, knowing anymore and I'll blow before I even get to see his c**k.

He quickly yanks his hand away. "Was it not good?"

"No, no it was great. I just don't want to c*m yet." I grin, trying to soften the mood, and he allows his lips to tilt up slightly. "You mind..."

I gesture to his boxers and he shakes his head, watching curiously as I sink to my knees before him. We're both at similar heights so I'm perfectly aligned with his raging hard on.

I tug his boxers off, letting them look at his feet. His thick c**k almost whacks me in the face.

Fuck, it's big. Probably bigger than I've ever taken.

I gulp hard, jostling down my anxiety, and take him in my mouth. He jerks forward instantly and I almost choke on his length.

Quickly he pulls out. "Sorry," He curses himself under his breath, but I rest a calming hand on his chest to soothe him.

"It's okay, just relax." I let my hand sit on his abs as I suck on the tip again.

His hands descend on my hand, massaging softly, as I take more of him. I let my tongue roll around his c**k, creating pressure at the most sensitive points, whilst my other hand slips down to caress his hard balls.

"Yes, oh god," Tears crease at my eyes as I let him slip further into my throat, forcing down my gag reflex.

I refuse to let his big c**k scare me, so I treat it the same as any other, inviting groans of pleasure that make me smile inside, watching him unravel before me.

He cums into my mouth, warm and salty, I choke the liquid down. Even flaccid his c**k is a force to be reckoned with.

Kieron offers me his hand, pulling me up besides him. I tug at his waist, walking back towards the huge king size bed that spans the room.

My hands temporarily leave him to grab the bottle of lube in the bedside draw and some condoms. I litter them on the bed, admiring the way he fists his c**k back into erection.

"How do you want me?"

His brows quirk up. "I'm in charge?"

"Don't you want to be?" Typically I like being the alpha male, but Kieron seems to cling onto the power more.

He smiles softly, something that's all too known to be rare, and nods to the bed.

"On your back. I want to see your face when I f**k you senseless."

"Such a promise." I tease, laying flat on the mattress.

Kieron kneels between my spread legs, pushing them to my chest. For a minute, I'm slightly scared of how his c**k will feel inside of me but all the tension dissipates as he gently rubs his lubed finger around my asshole.

"f**k," I moan, head tipping to enjoy the cold sensation.

He pushed a finger in, testing the waters, and then slips another inside. "I thought you were f*****g me, not teasing me."

"Tell me how much you want it." Oh he's cruel.

I meet his devilish glint and c***k a smile. He wants me to beg, I'll f*****g do it.

"Please put your monster c**k inside of me and f**k me until the starts burst beneath my f*****g eyelids."

"So obedient." He rewards me by stroking my c**k.

"Ahh," My eyes screw shut, the pleasure almost blinding. "You like this? f*****g me into submission?"

I'm surprising myself, knowing I like being on top more, yet something about Kieron makes me feel safe, secure.

Like if the world was burning he find us a place of solace, amiss the smoke.

"I've not even f****d you yet." I open my eyes at the sound of a lid snapping shut.

How the f**k is he so attractive?

The wind in my chest is almost knocked out by just the sight of his rippled veiny hand rubbing lube all over his c**k.

Then I feel the heavy tip press against my home. He stills for a moment, meeting my eyes. "You sure you want this?" I notice the concern battle with desire.

Rising on my elbows, I rest one hand on his scruffy jaw. "I want you." He kisses me deeply, that the immediate sharp pain as he pushes inside of me, disappears the moment he touches me again.

"Oh god," I glance down.

That's a f*****g sight.

His c**k is rammed inside of me fully, whilst his thumb tortures my leaking c**k. It's a mix of pain and pleasure, but right now pleasure is taking the win.

I nod softly, and he starts to thrust.

Oh fucking...

My body collapses back down, practically bent in half, as Kieron pushes my knees further back, letting him sink deeper inside of me.

The sensation is so filling I'm already reaching that pinnacle of ecstasy.

Even though it burns like hell, there's something in the pain that just dredges out more pleasure.

"Keeping going, don't stop." I moan, stroking myself to the rhythm he created

Kieron cursed, f*****g me faster with deep thrusts, that force him on top of me. I cling to his shoulders, kissing him with depleting strength as I reach that tortuous end.

I never want this to end.

Never want him to leave me.

It's almost as if he was made to live inside of me like this. The way our bodies merge and slide against each other with perfect passion levitates our souls.

It's as though I'm having an out of body f*****g experience, that crashes the moment he hits the perfect spot.

"Kieron, f**k," I groan into his neck, feeling my c**k jerk c*m all over our stomach.

He stills inside of me, muttering my name with a strangled moan and empties himself into the condom.

After a few minutes, he's still inside of me, partially flaccid but I know another round would f*****g destroy me.

And he does too. Slowly he pulls out.

"Wait," His body freezes. "I just...just stay a little longer. Please,"

Kieron pushes my messy hair back kissing me chastely. "Whatever you want, Charming."

"Charming?"

He smiles again, and I think I've got magic powers for all the times I've made him do so.

"Yeah, you remind me of Prince Charming from Cinderella. I watched it with my niece over the weekend and you just scream prep body like him."

I don't know whether to be offended or not because I've watched that movie with Connor, my son, and the Prince is kind of dry.

"It's a good thing." He laugh quietly, still stroking my hair. "I don't find many people interesting enough to consider them charming, never mind nickname them too."

"Well then I'm grateful." My smile dims as he pulls out, thinking he's already going to leave.

Instead, we walks bare ass to the bathroom and I hear the rush of water as he switches the tap on. "Got any lotion,"

"Bottom cabinet." I shift up onto the bed, shifting the covers since the room omits a slight chill now.

He strolls back in with ease, c**k swinging, and I can't believe I had it inside of me. My ass aches at the thought of letting him f**k me again, but I know when not to push my limits.

"Lay on your stomach." I give him a curious look, flipping over onto my stomach. My head rests on top of my folded arms, sinking deep into the pillow.

I can feel him straddling me. Then the cap of a being yanked off.

A cold liquid descends on my cheeks, but he quickly places his palm on top, creating heat with his friction. I groan whilst he massages me, kneading out the aching pain.

"That feels good." I almost moan, but find a way to suppress it.

I can almost hear the smirk, "I know." Then he pauses. "I wish the guys that had f****d me did this. I know I may appear like a brute at times but I enjoy after care as much as the next people."

"You've had a bad experience," My insides clench at the thought of some bastard taking over and just shoving him down.

"Yeah it put me off s*x for a while, but thank you. For asking, for putting my needs first. I know you wanted to f**k me."

I snort, which breaks out into a drawled moan when he hits the spot. "Anyone would else would want to f**k you. You're hot."

"Same, Charming." We stay like this in silence for a while before he eventually climbs under the covers with me.

I turn to face him, chests tight against each other. This time I push his hair back, fingers sinking deep into his dark tendrils, to kiss him softly.

He's the antithesis of soft, yet he lets me lead, taking the slow burning passion with stride.

When it's over, I rest my forehead against his, staring into those mocha eyes. "Thank you Jacob. I won't forget this."

I smile. "Me either."

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A/N: Honestly love this chapter.

Do Jacob and Kieron already have your heart? ?