Killian never thought of himself as creepy. Most days he tried to be a gentleman, but when a blonde siren walked into his florist shop, he threw aside some of his usual tendencies. He learned her name was Emma Swan and she would come by before closing. He wanted to push her against the counter and make her scream his name.
His shop seemed to be part of her route. He could see her golden hair pass more days than not. Counting days was an accident the first time. Just a way to pass time between customers. Learning her address had been when a man came in and ordered a large bouquet to be delivered to her.
The smile she gave him when he arrived was warmer than normal, he knew it. She was interested in him too. She'd touched his hand when he gave her the flowers and her fingers lingered longer than necessary. Why was she wasting her time with a man who didn't bother to learn her favorite flowers?
After closing the shop one night, he started walking and found himself by her place once more. He could see the shaggy haired man who ordered the flowers standing by the window holding a glass of wine. She smiled brightly, but he knew it wasn't as bright as when she'd smiled at him. He meant to walk away, he did, but the man had put his hands on her breasts and he couldn't move.
That should be him pulling her dress off and holding her breasts. He'd never fuck her in full view of the windows. No one else should be able to watch her come. She was stunning in her pleasure. Her perfect mouth open. He could imagine the curses rolling off her tongue and how her voice would break as she cried his name.
A breeze blew past him and he realized he'd come in his jeans. Shame crept through him and he hurried home to change.
When he didn't get get arrested, he found himself outside her window more often. He knew she left the curtains open for him. She wanted him to watch. Not because she wanted him to watch her be fucked by other men, but so he could watch her take her pleasure after they left.
The nights she rode a pillow and threw her head back as she came. Or when she used a vibrator for hours making herself come over and over. He had come three times that night, spraying his release all over her hedges. He could make her come harder than that.
Her shaggy haired boyfriend was back the next night. Killian couldn't touch himself while the other man was there. But Emma had leaned out the window, breasts swaying in the chill October wind tightening her nipples. He wanted to taste them. Run his hands and tongue over the goosebumps that rose on her skin.
A moan escaped him and her eyes met his. Fuck! Why wasn't she stopping? Calling the cops? She turned her head to the man behind her and said something. With a curl of her finger, she beckoned him closer. Leaning further out the window, she offered her gorgeous tits to him.
A nod at his pants had him stroking himself in front of her hungry gaze. "More!" She gasped and the man thought she was talking to him and he pounded into her harder, but her eyes met Killian's once again and he reached out to hold one of her tits.
She moaned and he brought her breast up to where he could flick her nipple with tongue. "Don't stop." Her raspy whisper all he needed. This time, he came when she did. He could see his release on her skin and something feral and possessive came to life.
Emma pushed her hair from her face and wiped his release from her chest before sucking it from her thumb.
The next day, he expected Emma to comment or even call the police. Instead, she came into the shop and smiled at him.
"How was your night, Killian?" She asked leaning on the counter. His cock was hard the instant she said his name. He cleared his throat and her grin grew. "Maybe I can make tonight better? Would you let me?"
He nodded. She looked around before slipping between him and the counter. "Is this for me?" Her green eyes were nearly black with desire as she palmed him.
"Aye." His voice came out more of a growl than words. "What are you…"
She lowered herself to her knees. "If you give us away, we won't get to to have much fun."
Her clever fingers opened his pants and he felt her warm mouth engulf him. He sucked in a sharp breath and she hummed around him. "Fuck. Keep going, Swan."
The pathetic boyfriend came in asking about roses to send to her and another woman. Killian looked down and Emma met his eyes as she swirled her tongue around him. "I can come tonight with one and the other in the morning?" He offered to both of them.
"Good. What she doesn't know won't hurt anyone." The man said with a grin. He was out the door a moment later.
Killian backed away from her and tried to take a breath. He zipped his pants and pulled her up. "Wait for me in the back, love."
She licked her lips and disappeared into the greenhouse while he closed the front of the shop and locked the door. She pulled him to her by his apron and claimed his mouth in a kiss. He started to ask a question, but she tightened her grip. "You make me so wet." She whispered against his mouth. "Can I suck you off? Wanna taste you again."
"Fuck, yes." He groaned.
It only took a moment for her to pull his pants down to his ankles. "You're so fucking hard, is that because of me?" The look she gave him was almost innocent as she kissed the tip of his cock.
His Emma had him coming in no time at all. He kept a tight grip on her hair and a stream of encouragement and curses. The moment he felt the back of her throat, he lost control. She licked her lips and stood slowly. "I'll see you later, with my delivery?" He nodded. "Good, will you be able to stay a little while?"
"Aye, but…" he didn't ant to remind her of the other men. He already knew they both fucked her at the window.
"He can see whoever he wants." She gave the apron a tight jerk and traced his lips with her tongue. "Besides, I asked for the flowers."
"Why is that?" He was so focused on her mouth, anything could have happened around him. There was come on her lips and he brushed his thumb along her lip to collect it. She sucked his thumb into her mouth until he felt himself stir to life again.
"Because I wanted to see you again." She smiled. "And if I'm a good girl, maybe I can convince you to let me ride you."
Killian shivered as she left him there. He put together her bouquet using dark red and black roses. The end of her relationship with Walsh (according to his credit card), the beginning of their relationship and a gentle admission that he was in love with her.
He knocked on the door and waited for her to answer. Emma opened the door wearing a silk rode barely tied together. "Starting without me?" He held out her flowers. This time her smile was brilliant and she pulled him into her home.
"I should put these in water." She hummed against his mouth.
Capturing her face in both hands, Killian kissed her the way he'd been dreaming of for weeks. He wanted to savor her. He threw the flowers down and lifted her into his arms. "Still want to ride me?"
She nodded and leaned her head back. "Fuck me, Killian. Tongue, fingers, cock, I want everything."
He maneuvered them to her bed. She gasped in his ears so he hoped she didn't notice he knew where it was. Killian wanted to treat her like the angel she was, but the way she rolled her hips into his made him rethink. His angel was wanton and needy. And his.
"Do you want a drink?" She asked with her fingers in his hair.
Killian sucked her earlobe between his teeth. "Aye."
She gave him a wicked grin. "Get naked. I'll bring the drinks."
There was a moment of panic before he sat back on her bed stroking his cock as he waited for her. She bit her lip and watched him for a moment. "You don't have to stop." She purred with the bottle of rum in her hand.
"I either want to come in you or on you." He told her.
"Would you like some?" She offered. He nodded and she poured rum down her breasts.
Killian pounced. He licked and sucked everywhere the rum splashed. He helped her out of all her clothes and continued to suck her nipples just to listen to the sounds she made. Throwing her legs over his shoulders he swiped his tongue through her folds and groaned.
She tasted like heaven.
He pulled her as close as he could get and fucked her with his tongue and his fingers until she was screaming his name. He needed more of her. He needed everything. She was fucking perfect.
Emma went to take a shower when the sun rose, but not before she offered to leave the door unlocked for him if he wanted to come back after the shop closed. He wanted to spend the day with her, but he was supposed to deliver a flower arrangement to another woman.
His Swan stepped out of the shower, wrapped in a towel and dripping wet. He grew hard watching the drops of water run down her body. "Later." She purred. "And be to Walsh if you see him."
"Nice?" He snorted and sucked at the water droplets on her neck.
"No punching." She hummed. "I can't fuck you if you're in jail for assault."
"As you wish." He kissed behind her ear. "I'll see you tonight?" He opened the towel and let it drop to the floor. "Or I could stay here?"
"You have a business and I have meetings." She giggled. "But I'll send you pictures if I need to release any tension."
"Fuck yes." Killian bit down on her shoulder. "Do you want pictures if I need a release?"
Emma tugged his hair hard. "Pictures yes, but don't you dare come. I want you so ready to fuck me when you get here, you can't think of anything else."
"Fucking perfect." He growled.
Killian delivered the flowers to the second woman's address and said nothing when he saw Walsh adjusting his tie behind her. He returned to his shop to work on other orders and every time he thought of Emma and what he planned on doing to her, he had to adjust himself.
By the time he was locking up, he needed to be inside her. Bloody vixen sent him photos of her sinful body all day. In return he'd sent her photos of how hard he was and details of what he planned on doing when he got there.
The yellow Bug was in front of Emma's again. He knew it belonged to the other pathetic slimeball who came around Emma for a quick fuck. Anger prickled under his skin and he jerked the car door open and saw Emma with blood by her mouth.
Emma got out and pushed her wild curls back. "Killian!" She smiled and sounded breathless.
"I'll see you later, Ems." The man said and waved before walking down and alley.
"Emma? Are you okay?" Killian asked urgently. "Are you hurt?"
Before she could even answer, he ran after the asshole who hurt her. Before he managed to catch the man, someone threw him to the ground and pinned his arms behind him. Pain seared through his shoulder when it hit the pavement. He saw stars, but he needed to protect his Swan. Something sharp touched his throat and he shivered.
A hand jerked his hair harder and he gasped and tried to move his elbow. The person holding him moaned in his ear. "Do you think making me wet is going to change anything?"
He tried to shake his head, but the razor was still at his throat. "Why don't we try that? You do a good enough job and I might let you go."
The woman holding him down licked his pulse as it throbbed in his neck. The idea that the razor at his neck might be fangs sent shivers down his spine. He managed to find the woman's leg and slid his hand up to her core. She was wet and wearing nothing beneath her skirt.
He found her clit and began rubbing his finger against it despite the way his body felt twisted. She gasped and moaned in his ear. There was a dangerous element that sent chills down his spine. She could kill him yet she wanted him to get her off.
It took a moment, the sharp edge of her teeth scratched his neck when he turned to push two fingers into her hot sheath. Just as quickly as she'd grabbed him, she let him go.
Killian stood and rolled his shoulder. His arms ached from the way she'd held them. He swiped at the spot on his neck and saw blood on his fingers. The same fingers that had his attacker's arousal on them.
Suddenly she was there again, her nose beside his neck. "Did I nick you?" That voice he knew.
"Emma?" He whispered.
Pushing her hood back, her curls shone in the darkness of the alley. She picked up his hand and sucked his fingers the way she'd sucked his cock. Emma moaned as her tongue lapped at the essence of both of them. She smiled at him, her eyes dark and heavy lidded. Two fangs peeked out and she flicked her tongue over one.
"You taste so good." Her voice cracked and she swayed towards him.
His head was spinning with questions and thoughts before one finally poked through the haze of fear. "Do it again."
She curled her finger for him and led him back to her house. This time, she led him to a room with no windows. "Which part do you want me to do again?"
"You're a vampire?" He asked watching her carefully.
"Mhmm." She tugged at his shirt and began unbuttoning it. "Neal came over for dinner."
Killian noticed she was more aggressive tonight and it brought back all his desire from earlier in the day. "Can you bite me again?"
"I don't want to get carried away, baby." She kissed him. "I don't want to hurt you."
He licked his lips. "Bite me when I'm inside you."
Emma's grin was feral and he felt himself get harder. "Come on, baby. I need you to fuck me hard."
He tackled her onto the bed and pinned her arms above her head. For a moment, he worried that he was too rough, but her eyes glittered up at him as she arched her body into his. "You won't break me." She hummed and wrapped her legs around his lower back.
Something dark rose up and Killian pushed into her with a snap of his hips. He held his hand to her throat and she moaned, rolling her hips faster. He nipped and sucked on her shoulder. A shiver rolled down his spine as she traced beneath his ear. There was a sharp pinch and then all he knew was pleasure.
Each pull of her mouth felt like she was sucking his cock. All he knew was euphoria and pleasure as he continued to piston his hips. Her eyes were glowing when her release hit him like a tidal wave. He couldn't tell where his release ended and hers began.
When he opened his eyes, she was cradling his head on her chest and toying with his hair. "Do you feel okay?" She asked. "Fuck, baby, you taste so good. I came just tasting you." Emma purred.
"I'll get some juice and we can go again." He hummed.
"Easy." She tugged his hair. "You need to rest. You can fuck me until the sun comes up, but I never want to hurt you. I'll have Walsh and Neal come by more often."
"Why them?" He groused. There was no way he wanted those men to experience what he just felt.
Emma pulled the blanket over both of them. "They're just dinner. Before I met you. I could smell you out there." She moaned in the back of her throat. "Why do you think the windows were open?"
He felt his cock twitch in response to her words. She knew he was out there as she screamed her pleasure for the neighbors. All of it was a show? For him? "You're fucking perfect."
part 2 coming soon
