CS Bangarang 1 (First Time, Oral, BJ)
This chapter is NC-17!
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They kiss on the patio at Granny's until they are both flushed and panting. Foreheads pressed together, they breathe each other's breath, revelling in the sensation of being safe and whole andhome.
Killian finally breaks the silence, proving himself a gentleman yet again.
"Perhaps we should go inside," he says in a shaky voice.
The corner of Emma's mouth quirks up at the sound of him, and she decided she's not ready to release him just yet. She feels good in his embrace, and her father had told her to seek out those good moments.
Who knew how long it was before the next crisis?
"Not yet," she breathes back. "I've got a better idea."
He lets out a surprised little grunt when she hauls him to his feet by his lapels. She takes his hand and leads him around the building, out of sight of anyone on the street or looking through the windows.
"Where are you taking me, love?" he murmurs, and she glances back to see his eyes intent on hers.
"Someplace private," she replies with a coy smile.
His eyebrows shoot up his forehead.
"Emma," he says, his voice equal parts desire and caution.
"I'm done living in the past—literally—" she grins at her own cleverness. "I don't know what chaos will rain down on us tomorrow, but right now, tonight, I want this. I want to be here… with you."
He's still watching her, his expression wary.
"Let me thank you properly, Captain," she says in a husky, flirty voice. She runs her finger down the skin of his chest and hooks the charms there, tugging him further into the dark of the alley.
He follows.
In the deeper shadows, Emma pushes Killian against a wall, stepping forward to press herself bodily against him as she reclaims his mouth. This kiss is all Neverland heat and Jolly Roger passion. He groans, low and rumbling, his hand and hook landing lightly on her hips.
Emma breaks the quick after just a few moments, and she pulls back, making him whine in protest before she drops to her knees.
He lets out a choked moan as she deftly unbuckles his belt and begins unlacing his britches. She wonders briefly how he manages them one-handed.
His hand gestures helplessly in the air near her face like he's not sure what to do with it. He whines her name again, but she'd determined and she knows he isn't really going to try to stop her.
Once his laces are loose, she glances up at him through her eyelashes. His wrecked expression as he watches her is enough to make heat pool low in her belly. She is holding his gaze as she tugs his trousers down, so she only sees his cock in her periphery as it springs free. She wraps one hand around it, humming at his thickness and length. With her eyes still locked on his, she slowly moves, opening her mouth and sucking the tip of him between her lips.
They groan together, and she finally lowers her gaze as his eyes roll back and his head thunks against the bricks behind him. His fingers tentatively brush her hair, feather-light and trembling.
Emma hums around him again and begins stroking his shaft, her fingers sliding greedily along his velvet skin. She explores the head of his cock with her tongue, swirling all the way around him and fluttering against the sensitive underside, making him gasp and tighten his fingers in her hair. Emboldened by his desperate noises, Emma surges forward, taking more of him into her mouth and shifting her hand lower on his shaft. She brings up her other hand to gently cup his balls.
She bobs her head, letting the tip of his cock brush the back of her throat once, twice, three times before she feels she might make herself gag. She switches tactics, lowering her mouth to his sack as she uses both hands to squeeze and stroke him. She gently sucks one of his balls into her mouth, rolling it carefully with her tongue. He whimpers, his hand stuttering in her hair, so she switches to the other side, repeating her actions. She feels his flesh tighten and contract against her lips, and he tugs her upward.
"Emma," he says again, a warning and a plea.
She immediately takes his cock back into her mouth, returning her left hand to his sack, cuppping him lightly as she sucks hard on his dick, the fingers of her right hand tightening around his shaft as she bobs forward, moving her hand and mouth in unison as she increases speed.
He ruts against her with small, carefully restrained jerks of his hips, his breath loud and desperate, his left arm held carefully rigid by his side.
"Emma," he whispers again, his voice breaking as his whole body goes still and an undeniably sexy moan tears past his lips.
Emma pushes forward, taking him as deeply into her mouth as she can, laving him with her tongue and sucking hard as he comes hot and heavy, filling her mouth with his tangy, salty seed.
With a contented sigh, she loosens her grip immediately, anticipating his sensitivity after orgasm, but she continues to stroke and lap at him languidly until he gently pushes her back with an almost ticklish cry. She licks the tender spot on the underside of his cock before releasing him with a satisfying pop. Looking up at him, she throws her head back and swallows.
"Bloody hell, Swan," he gasps, his voice shaking and vulnerable.
She grins up at him before rising to her feet and brushing off her knees.
"Now we can go inside," she says, taking his arm as she had at King Midas' ball.
He makes a choked sound and stumbles as she tries to start leading him back around the corner.
"Give a man a moment to regain his breath," he complains, "and re-lace his breeches."
Emma's delighted laugh filled the alley.
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