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A Helping Hand	By : Hookedonapirate Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time Views: 8245 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Killian could sense something was off when he observed Emma that night. She appeared to be guilty about something, and he was pretty sure she was about to burst into tears at any moment. Luckily no one else noticed, as they were all gathered around the campfire, too caught up in making fun of him for falling in the mud.
“Do you want me to try and get out the stains,” Mary Margaret asked him, and he was blushing profusely, scratching behind his ear.
“That’s okay, lass. It’s my own fault; I can wash it when we get home.”
“Okay. You just soak the jeans in cool water, use a half teaspoon of liquid detergent and a tablespoon of vinegar and soak for thirty minutes before you wash it.”
“Thank you,” he mumbled, thoroughly embarrassed. His muddy pants had been a topic of discussion for far too long by that point. He didn’t even have mud on them, and it had happened yesterday so really the fabricated incident should’ve been long forgotten.
Emma and Killian were finally able to escape when she announced she had to use the restroom. He offered to go with her since it was dark out and he didn’t want her walking alone in the woods. There was definitely something strange going on because when Mary Margaret and Elsa looked like they were about to get up, Ruby spoke up, asking the two of them questions to distract them, he guessed. She also threw them both a wink as they left.
Killian was actually starting to get excited as they began their trek in the woods. Could Emma have told Ruby about the two of them? Was it time to finally share their relationship with everyone? Although he thought if anyone were to find out first, it would be either Elsa or Mary Margaret.
Emma was very quiet as Killian shined a flashlight to guide their path. When they could no longer hear their friends chatting and laughing in the distance, Emma stopped and whirled around in front of him; he could see the panic flashing in her eyes through the darkness of the night.
“Killian, I screwed up.”
His features fell in concern as he turned off the flashlight and set it down to put a hand on her shoulder. “Love? What happened?”
He could see the tears wetting her eyes as she opened her mouth to speak several times, but couldn't manage to get the words out. Concern swept over him, and his heart twisted seeing his Swan in pain.
“Tell me. What’s going on, Emma,” he coaxed in a soothing voice, gently squeezing and caressing her shoulder.
“I…”
Killian was certain she would break down into tears at that point; her face was pale white, she was fidgeting and flustered and unable to look him in the eye.
“I did something stupid,” she shrieked out.
Raising his brow in confusion, he took her chin in his hand, gently urging her to look at him. “Love, I’m sure whatever you did wasnot stupid.” Killian had to bite back a smile. Did she think he would be mad that she told Ruby about their relationship? Bloody hell,was that what this was now?—a relationship?
“I told Ruby I would set her up with you,” she finally confessed.
Killian’s heart plummeted. “Why…” he began to say, fumbling for words. Ruby? Why would he be interested in Ruby, or anyone else for that matter? Did Emma really not know the extent of the feelings he held for her? “Why would you do that?”
Emma shook her head frantically as a tear slipped down her cheek. “I don't know. She asked me if I would, and I couldn’t do the thing I actually wanted to do, which was ring her neck for the way she was looking at you. But she’s Mary Margaret’s friend and I couldn’t exactly say that you and I are in a relationship since we’re still keeping it a secret and—”
“Whoa, whoa, love. Slow down,” he murmured in a soothing tone as he cupped her cheek in his hand. Wiping the tear away with his thumb, a small smile crept across his lips. “So… you would call what we have a relationship?” he asked skittishly, hoping she wouldn’t be deterred by the question.
To his relief, she rolled her eyes and playfully punched him in the shoulder. “Of course it is, you idiot,” she teased. She was still upset, but he knew her words were an attempt to be kittenish with him. “Unless you… unless you don’t think it is?” Worry flashed in her eyes, and Killian reassured her with a grin.
“I would certainly consider it as such,” he admitted, nervously scratching behind his ear. “In fact, when we got back home... I was going to ask you out on a proper date.” His cheeks became hot with blush as his smile turned into a smirk and he lifted a sultry eyebrow. “Not that I’m complaining about all the sex we’ve been having,” he clarified, “but, I want to do other things with you as well.”
A full smile finally graced Emma’s lips, her expression becoming more relaxed. “Well, in that case, you can expect my answer to be a yes . That is, if I can keep Ruby away from you. I might have to beat her off with a stick, just so you know.”
“Emma, I’m not interested in her or anyone else. I’ll just tell her I’m not looking for a relationship right now. It’s a simple solution.”
She nodded as more tears began to fall, and she wiped them off with her hands. Killian pulled her into his embrace and she wrapped her arms around him, sighing heavily into his chest as he stroked her hair. “I’m sorry I freaked out. I just don’t want to lose you,” she mumbled into his shirt.
Bloody hell . He didn’t even realize how much he needed to hear to those words. His heart was pounding and performing somersaults in his chest as he closed his eyes, emitting a deep sigh. “You’re not going to lose me,” he whispered, holding her tighter and kissing the crown of her head. “Believe me; you’d have to do a lot more than try to set me up with another woman to rid me from your life.”
His words seemed to comfort her as she let her body melt into his, and they held each other until deeming it necessary to break apart and get back to the group, so as not raise any suspicion.
When they did, Killian was prepared to turn Ruby down. He was a bit nervous about it, but it had to be done. She kept throwing him flirty smirks and glances as Emma sat down next to her. They were whispering to each other, and though Killian couldn't hear them, he knew they were talking about him.
“Does anyone want s’mores?” Mary Margaret asked the group as she took out a bag of marshmallows. The evening had grown dark and they were using the glow from the fire to aid their vision and keep warm with the help of blankets wrapped around them. The crackling sounds exuding from the flames were soothing and the atmosphere was rather comfortable. It was picturesque, perfect and flawless, apart from the inappropriate ogling he received from Ruby, and one other thing—Emma was too far away.
“Of course. What is camping without s’mores?” Ruby’s eyes returned to him from across the fire. “Right Killian?”
“Some mores?” he inquired, not sure if that's exactly what she’d said, but that's what it sounded like.
“No, s’mores, silly,” she teased.
“Uhhh,” he uttered, scratching behind his ear. “I'm afraid I don't know what you’re referring to?” he admitted bashfully.
“Killian hasn't lived in the States long enough to know what a s’more is, I'm afraid,” Liam informed her.
Ruby’s eyes blew wide, as if it were unheard of to not know what a s’more was, and Killian guessed it was another popular American thing that he wouldn't understand. “Wait? You've never had a s’more before?”
“Can't say that I have, lass.”
“Well it's a crime to live in the U.S. without at least trying one. MM, pass the supplies over. We’re changing that right now.”
Killian looked over at Emma, who appeared to be uneasy. He could tell she was anxious for him to just tell Ruby he was not interested, but he couldn't exactly do that in front of all of their friends. He didn't want to embarrass the lass. So instead, he had to settle with Ruby teaching him how to put together this marshmallow treat that apparently he’d been missing out on.
However, he had to admit he was rather fascinated with the entire process from acquiring a skewer for roasting a marshmallow to finally smooshing the charred marshmallow and chocolate between two graham crackers.
Ruby held out the finished s’more, presenting it to him. Before he could grab it, she tried to feed it to him, but he quickly halted her advances by taking it in his hand and drawing it into his mouth without her assistance. And he had to admit, he enjoyed the crispiness of the cracker, followed by explosion of warm, gooey spongy confection, mixed with creamy chocolate. He licked his lips and fingers as Ruby watched him in uncontained anticipation. At the same time, the burn of Emma's stare made his heart ache.
“So? What do you think?”
“It's quite delicious,” he answered, proceeding to clean off the sticky goodness.
Ruby grinned cheekily; she was proud of her success. “See? It's the best thing you've ever tasted, isn't it?”
Killian had to suppress the smirk that threatened his lips. The s’more was good, but nothing could compare to the taste of his Swan’s sweet nectar. He couldn't exactly say that out loud though. “I don't know if I would go that far, but it's certainly high on the list.”
“Here, you got some marshmallow on your lips,” Ruby informed him, and before he could respond, she was swiping it with her finger and sliding it into her mouth, sucking it off. Killian's jaw fell open in surprise as she gazed at him with hungry, wolf-like eyes and made sure to clean up any remnants of the marshmallow with her lips and tongue. “Mmmm, it's definitely my favorite treat.”
Killian didn't quite know how to respond to that. He looked around, seeing that all eyes were on him. Including the one person he wished hadn't been a witness to that.
“You know what? I'm really tired. I think I'm going to call it a night.” Emma stood up from her chair and mumbled a goodnight to everyone.
He could tell she was hurting, even though she avoided his gaze at all costs.
“I'll see you all in the morning.” She disappeared inside the tent, leaving Killian with the rest of the group.
“It is getting pretty late. I think Emma has the right idea,” David spoke, and his wife agreed. Leo was already asleep in their tent, so they put things away before heading off to the tent join their son.
Regina went off to bed while Liam and Elsa were wrapped in a blanket and seemed to be cozy and content to stay put in front of the fire pit. So Killian saw this as his opportunity to set things straight with Ruby. He took her hand and stood up, leading her away from the campfire.
“I see you finally decided to get me alone,” she flirted with a big smirk, leaning into him and placing her hand on Killian's chest.
He politely removed it and flashed a small smile. “Ruby…” Killian fumbled, nervously scratching behind his ear. “I… Emma told me…” Killian struggled to find the correct words; he didn't want to offend the lass but at the same time, he had to tell her he was off limits.
“Look, I know you went through a terrible breakup, but I’m not asking for a proposal.” Ruby's grin grew and her eyes lit up with titillation as she eyed his lips, biting her bottom one. “I just thought we could have some fun.”
Killian drew in a shaky breath and with Ruby’s intense gaze on him, he felt his cheeks flushing with red. “I'm flattered really, but the truth is… I'm really not interested in starting anything at the moment.”
Her eyes fleeted to meet his gaze again, and her face fell in disappointment, mouth falling open in surprise. “Oh…”
Guilt twisted in his gut, but he wasn't about to lead Ruby on. “I'm sorry; I wish Emma would’ve told you.”
She shook her head. “No, it's okay. It was worth a shot. Emma agreed to hook us up because she’s a nice person, and I shouldn't have taken advantage. I shouldn't have placed any pressure on her.”
Killian couldn't help but smile at her name as he looked back at the tent she was sleeping in. He knew Emma only agreed to it because she didn't want to disappoint anyone, and because Ruby was a good friend of Mary Margaret’s. She agreed even though she’d hated the decision. If Killian were placed in the same situation, he wouldn't have been able to agree to set Emma up with someone else. He'd have the wanker’s head on a stick first. “Aye, she’s an amazing lass.” He looked at Ruby again to find a slow, toothy grin crawling across her lips.
Arching a brow in confusion, he couldn't fathom why Ruby was suddenly beaming after he’d rejected her. “What?”
Ruby leaned in, speaking quietly to keep out any prying ears. “You like Emma, don't you?”
His heart automatically jumped, the mere thought of how he felt for Emma making him shudder in excitement. Killian opened his mouth several times, but couldn't gather words or at least fully coherent ones anyway. “Wh—I—Wher—” Running his hand through his hair, he tried again to speak, but Ruby’s expectant stare was rendering him useless, and then she started laughing.
“It's okay, you can tell me. Mary Margaret has been kind of filling me in on what's going on, and I promise, I'm the last person to judge anyone.”
“Lass, I don't—” Killian began, but who the fuck was he trying to kid? Ruby was scrutinizing him with narrowed eyes, patiently waiting for him to speak, so he just blurted it out. “I'm in love with her.” The confession was accompanied by a bashful smile as he blushed profusely, but at this point he didn't really care.
Killian didn't think the brunette’s smile could grow any wider, but her mouth fell open, excitement dancing in her eyes, and she was damn near bouncing up and down. “Does she feel the same?”
The question caught him off guard a bit, and although he liked to think he knew the answer, he settled for a safe reply. “I'm not sure, but I think so. We've been seeing each other, but neither of us wants to rush into anything.”
Ruby clapped her hands to her cheeks, apology flashing in her eyes as realization dawned on her. “And she still agreed to set me up with you? Oh my god, I feel like an ass for even asking her. And for—oh my god, I licked marshmallow off your lips. I'm so sorry, I didn't know. Mary Margaret told me you were only friends.”
“It's okay, lass. No one knows but you now; please don't say anything to Mary Margaret.”
A wide grin slowly made its way across her lips again. “So, it's a secret? You can definitely count me in. I am such a sucker for secret romances.” Her eyes were glowing with mischief, the endless possibilities unraveling in her mind; it was clear as day to him.
“Thank you, Ruby.”
“Don't mention it,” she said with a small flick of her hand. “It's the least I can do considering what I put poor Em through. And she handled it like a pro. If I were her, I would've clocked the daylights out of any bitch who had eyes for my man.”
“Oh, I think she came close, lass, but you were lucky,” Killian chuckled.
“Again I'm so sorry. What can I do to make it up to you and Em?”
Killian’s first reaction was to reassure her that she didn't have to do anything to make amends, until an idea struck him like a bolt of lightning, and a smile lit up his face. “Perhaps there's one thing you could do.”
Ruby studied his face, and her expression soon matched his own, her eyes buzzing with devilry. “Name it.”
~*~
Emma quickly wiped her tears when she heard the tent unzipping. She'd been glad she had brought some tissues in her bag, although she thought she would be using them for something else and not tears. Emma quickly discarded them in her bag and suppressed a sniffle before tucking her hands under her cheeks. Her back was to the opening of the tent as she closed her eyes so Killian would think she was sleeping and completely unaffected by the scene that played out before her eyes between him and Ruby. She wanted to rip her friend’s throat out for the whole marshmallow incident but she had a little more tact than that. She also just wanted to grab and kiss Killian in front of everyone, but she didn't quite possess the boldness for that.
“Emma? You awake?”
Killian’s voice made her heart stagger, and she squeezed her eyes tight, trying to keep her breathing steady. It was working perfectly, until she heard him lie beside her and felt his arm snaking around her waist, lips pressing to the shell of her ear, his hot breath hovering over her skin sending a shiver to her core. “Love, I'm so sorry you had to see that,” he whispered, and she could no longer contain her sadness. She could smell his cologne and manly scent, and feel his luscious lips kissing the opening of her ear, making her skin tingle. She turned around in his arms, finding his stubbled cheek with her hand as his sparkling blues eyes bore into hers.
“Ah, so you are awake,” he noted with an apologetic smile.
“Of course I am. You think I could sleep after witnessing Ruby licking food off of your face like a rabid dog?”
She could see the amusement in his eyes before his features fell, concern washing over him. “Hey, you know I would've much rather had you licking marshmallow off my lips. In fact I would've let you feed me the s’more, and it probably would've ended with us making out in front of everyone, covered in marshmallow and chocolate while we fucked each other’s brains out.”
Emma laughed at the vision he planted in her head. “I know, and I'm sorry, I know this is my fault—”
Killian hushed her by putting a finger on her lips. “No more apologies. I straightened everything out with Ruby, and you no longer have to worry about her going after me.”
Arching a brow, Emma wondered what Killian had said or done to get Ruby off his back. “Did you talk to her?”
“Of course, love. I told her I wasn't available, and…” he paused briefly, guilt playing over the handsome features of his face, “you were brought up in the conversation, and Ruby figured out we’re seeing each other.”
“She did? How?”
“I don't know, I guess the hopeless smile on my face when your name was brought up gave it away.”
Emma’s eyes widened in panic. “So she knows about us?” This was it. The secret was out.
“Aye, love, but don’t worry; she won’t say anything.”
“That’s bullshit. She tells her best friend everything, and we all know Mary Margaret can’t keep a secret.”
Killian seemed perturbed by this as he searched her eyes with his. “Would it really be such a bad thing if everyone found out about us?”
“Well, no, I’m just… I’m not ready to tell anyone yet. And it has nothing to do with you. When I was with Neal, it felt like I was in a fishbowl. All of my friends wanted to know everything about us. They wanted every detail of our relationship.”
“By your friends, you mean Liam and David?”
“And Mary Margaret and Elsa.”
“Well, I think they all knew what kind of guy he was and were only looking out for you.”
“But still, I just can’t take that sort of pressure.”
Killian flashed a soothing smile. “No worries, Swan. We won’t tell them yet. Not until you’re ready. And as far as Ruby goes, I know she won’t say anything because she’s going to help us.”
Confusion and intrigue washed over her as Killian took her hand and pressed a kiss to her knuckles, his thumb gently brushing over her skin.
“She's going to help us how?”
“She’s going to cover for us—be our beard so to speak.”
Emma started to smile at that, knowing they could possibly have a chance to be out of the spotlight, when realization dawned on her and she frowned. “So Ruby’s going to pretend to date you?” Emma shook her head. “I don't want that. Even if it’s not real, I can’t watch that.”
“I don’t want that either. I couldn’t do that to you love, and that’s not what Ruby will be doing. She’ll simply be displaying her affections for me; enough to make the others curious about whether we are together or not, so as to take the spotlight off of you and me.”
Emma nodded in understanding. “Okay. As long as she doesn't try to feed you s’mores again.”
“She won't. Ruby felt terrible about that once she found out about us. She also promised to get us as much alone time as she can. But only if you’re comfortable with this.”
“Yes, I can deal with that. What I can’t deal with is watching you hold hands with her and pretend to be in a relationship.”
“Hey… I told you, baby—I would never put you through that. I like you far too much for that.”
An audible gasp left her lips at the affectionate pet name and she locked eyes with his as he caressed her cheek. Normally she didn’t care for people calling her baby or sweetheart or honey, but she decided Killian… Killian could call her whatever the hell he wanted to.
Grabbing the collar of his shirt, her lips crashed into his, and the unexpected contact had him groaning in approval. She eagerly found his tongue, brushing over it with hers as they pulled each other in, seeking to be as close as possible. She wanted his body on hers, wanted to indulge in the delicious weight pressed to her body. His hand ran up her curves as he tilted his head, both of them taking a breath before deepening the kiss. Emma was instantly lost in this man— consumed with him. He was the only person in this world who could drive her mad with both emotion and pleasure; it was unreal.
After a moment, she released his lips to catch her breath, an impish smirk curving her lips. “How much do you like me?” Normally she would be too afraid to inquire such a thing. She would be too cautious to go digging up things she wasn’t even sure she wanted to find, but with Killian, she felt absolutely hopeless, and was willing to push her limits with him. Only him.
To her delight, a wicked laugh sounded in her ear, making her shudder as he sprinkled kisses along her jaw, speaking in a husky tone. “I like everything about you,” he proceeded to make his way down her neck with his wonderfully soft lips, “your smile, your laugh, your stubbornness…”
Emma laughed, and at the same time her mind was clouded with lust, heart pounding erratically as he took his sweet time, making his way slowly down her body. “I love your wanton ways and how you tease me. I love your breasts,” he admitted before pulling up her tank top and drawing a soft nipple in his warm mouth, instantly making it hard as he sucked on it. She moaned as he swirled his tongue around the erect bud, his hand creeping down her body, slipping underneath her and grabbing her ass. “And I love your perfect butt,” he murmured against her skin, firmly squeezing one of the globes in his hand. Emma was trying to hold back; her breathing became heavy as she tried to suppress any moans threatening to rise in her throat.
Killian lapped and sucked on her other breast, making sure to give it the same care and attention as the other one before moving on, releasing her nipple and kissing down her stomach. Emma’s panties were soaked by that point, and it only increased when he licked her belly button and tucked his fingers inside her shorts and panties, stroking her folds. “Gods, I love your belly button and I love how fucking wet you become when I touch you.”
“Oh,” Emma cried softly as he yanked down her bottoms. She lifted herself up so he could remove the intrusive clothing, and he pulled them off, carelessly tossing them aside before pressing a sweet kiss to her silky nub.
“Can you spread your legs for me, love?”
Emma quickly did as she was asked, parting her thighs for easy access. She was incredibly wet as her juices met the cool air of the tent. Hot breaths fanned her already heated skin as he kissed down her down her folds, the anticipation building in her core; she didn’t know how much more she could take as she squirmed underneath him.
“Excuse me for being crude, but I love when you open your legs for me, and I love your pretty pink pussy.” He opened her up with his fingers, the flat of his warm, wet tongue broadly sweeping through her slit. “Mmmm, so exquisite.” Killian's voice was sinful and just as dirty as his kisses and licks.
Emma quickly grabbed the pillow from underneath and laid her head down as she covered her face to suppress the inevitable moans. At the same time, she could hear music playing from one of the tents and grinned, knowing exactly who the culprit of the noise was. Thank you Ruby, she thought, but kept the pillow secured to her face; Emma had a feeling she was going to be very loud.
Killian was flicking his tongue over her clit and slipping his finger in her wet heat as she bit her bottom lip and carded one of her hands through his hair to urge him on. He had to curl up since they were in the cramped space, but God, his ministrations were so perfect and heavenly; she was rapidly crumbling underneath him.
“Yes,” she whispered and began moving her hips, trying to resist the urge to pull him in closer, but it was extremely difficult. His tongue felt so wonderful, it took every ounce of strength within her to draw this out as long as possible; she didn’t want it to end.
Her efforts seemed pointless when he added two more fingers, stretching and filling her deliciously. “Oh, baby, just like that.” Emma normally didn’t call men pet names either; that just wasn’t her thing, but with Killian, she found herself doing a lot of things she didn’t normally do.
Speeding up his movements, he growled into her folds and pushed his fingers into her center while hungrily lapping her up. He was rough, but not too rough, and she loved it. She could no longer contain the exploding pleasure washing over her.
Emma whimpered into the pillow, bucking her hips wildly and letting the heat overwhelm her. “Fuck, please don’t stop,” she begged shamelessly. She was so close.
“Mmmm, I love when you moan and beg for me. I love making you come in my mouth. Can you do that for me?” Killian slammed his fingers into her channel, relentlessly licking and sucking her into his mouth. “Can you fill my mouth with your sweet come?”
That was her undoing, and she did just as he asked, her orgasm rippling through her body, hips jerking madly as she screamed out into the pillow. Her nectar was erupting freely, and Killian eagerly lapped up everything she had. He was groaning into her folds and licking all of her essence as if he were a man starved. Emma shuddered and pulled the pillow away, trying to catch her breath as he finally released her, allowing her to slowly fall from her high.
“Mmmm…” Killian panted and licked his lips and fingers to gather any remnants of her nectar in his mouth. “Now this is my favorite treat.
A strangled laugh left her mouth as Killian pressed a wet smooch to her nub before crawling up her body and kissing her mouth. Emma sighed happily against his lips, tasting her orgasm on him and taking in her pleasant smell. “You know what I love?” she practically moaned from merely thinking about it.
Killian quirked a brow, his eyes sparking with curiosity. “What's that, Swan?”
A dirty smirk took over her lips as she reached in between them and slipped her hand down his pants, wrapping her fingers around his dick. He groaned, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as she gently stroked him.
“I love when you become hard for me,” she purred, feeling his thick shaft twitch and begin to stiffen. “I love sucking you and tasting your cock in my mouth.” At her words and the vivid imagery they induced, his cock sprang to full attention within seconds. “Mmmm… just thinking of your hard dick, I can't wait,” her thumb swiped over the precum leaking from his tip and her clit throbbed, aching to feel his big cock inside of her, “to taste it.”
“Oh, fuck,” he uttered out, his voice completely wrecked with desire.
Emma grinned, rose to her knees and yanked off his underwear and pants. “I'm going to suck your beautiful cock now; would you like that?”
“Aye,” he choked out and started to work his hips into her strokes, seeking more friction. “I want you to suck my cock. I want to fuck your mouth until I come,” he growled. “I want you to swallow every last drop I give you.”
Her eyes began to dilate with an animalistic need racing through her body. “Yes, Captain.” She moaned while leaning forward to lick the tip. Emma loved their sex, but there was something about sucking him dry that made her crazy. The first salty flavor of precum, the scent of sweat and man and sex, the texture of his velvety skin against her tongue; she was growing wetter just thinking about it.
As she circled her tongue around the tip, she lightly stroked his shaft with one hand while cupping his balls with her other. Hearing him groan made her even more dedicated, and she began to flick at the head of his cock with the underside of her tongue. Moving down, she sucked one of his balls into her mouth before switching to the other. She lightly sucked on them while rolling her tongue all the way around. She had only given him a blowjob one time, but she was beginning to know exactly what he liked, and how he liked it, based on how he reacted, thrusting his hips and cursing her name. Going back up to the belled tip, she puckered her lips tightly and slowly lowered her mouth onto his shaft. As she began to bob her head up and down, she swirled her tongue around the head, so he was receiving double stimulation.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, unable to keep quiet as she devoured him. “Gods, I love how your mouth feels.”
Emma peered up at him, her green eyes dilated with lust. They held each other’s gaze while she took him all the way inside her mouth and began to move faster, gripping the flat of her tongue along the length of his shaft for added sensation.
Killian proceeded to buck his hips as his fingers got tangled in her hair, and he bit his bottom lip, trying his best not to push himself deeper, and instead, stroked her golden locks, gently encouraging her. “Gods… you're gonna make me come, baby. I’m so fucking close.”
She reluctantly pulled her mouth away, wishing she could taste his milky fluid, but reminding herself that there was one more thing she wanted to do while he was at her mercy. She crawled up to him and reached between her legs to grab his length as she whispered in his ear. “You know what I love the most?”
Killian arched a brow, his breathing still labored as he tried to restrain himself. She was pretty sure he was close to exploding right then and there.
“I love having your cock inside me. I love when you fuck me into oblivion,” she confessed boldly, never breaking contact with his stunning blue eyes.
Killian groaned as he managed a smug smirk. “And I love fucking you into oblivion.” As he spoke the words, he suddenly flipped them over so he was the one on top. Rising to his knees, he pulled off his shirt, his muscles bulging and his abs rippling as he tossed it aside.
Emma licked her lips at the sight. “Come here,” she beckoned with her index finger, her words laced with seduction and want.
He immediately complied, leaning over her and settling between her thighs, kissing her breathlessly. She moaned in his mouth, anxiously spreading her legs and curling them around his hips. She'd been waiting for this since they left New York for the campgrounds. Pushing the velvety head of his cock against her dripping entrance, he gradually entered her, slowly expanding her wet walls and filling her up. When he was fully seated, she had to pause for a moment and savor the feeling of being full.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, watching himself slowly disappear inside her welcoming center as he moved. Her long, muscular legs were spread wide and her shirt was half off, but her breasts and hard, pink nipples were exposed thrusting up into his chest, his soft hair tickling her.
Emma cried out as her glistening folds enveloped his thick length. She wrapped her arms around him to pull him closer, her nails digging into his back as he began plunging into her harder and more desperately.
Dry humping, hand jobs and oral sex were all flipping fantastic, but having her man inside her as they made love was something she never thought she would enjoy. Then she’d met Killian; he’d breached all of her expectations when it came to sex. And yes, she wasn't afraid to admit that while the sex was filthy and dirty, she would consider being with him as making love because… well, he was more than just a good fuck to her. He was so much more.
When she was in college, and even now, her female friends and co-eds (apart from Mary Margaret) always told her guys were either good at relationships or fucking, but never both. Well, Emma would have to disagree. While she’d never been on a date with him, she’d been around him and knew enough about him to know that Killian was a man with many talents who was capable of meeting all of her needs.
They were both covered in a light sheen of sweat, both of them thrusting and grinding as they kissed fiercely, fully indulging in each other’s warmth. They could both feel their climaxes building, shooting through their bodies like electricity. She could tell he was as close as she was.
Her inner muscles started to clamp down on his shaft, signaling the arrival of another powerful orgasm. She was trying her best to stave it off, knowing that feeling her come would send him stumbling over the edge.
“Emma,” he cried out as he felt her walls flutter around his pulsing cock, milking it for every last drop.
“Oh, Killian!” She was so glad the music was still playing and hopefully covering up their sounds of passion. Either no one minded the tunes, they were sleeping or just didn't bother to complain about the noise. “I'm coming all over your cock. Come for me, Killian. Come deep inside me...”
The sound of his name and the profanity being poured from her beautiful, swollen lips combined with the ecstasy of her tight pussy and the sight of her flushed, writhing body beneath him sent Killian over the edge. He began bucking his hips wildly until he was spurting his thick, hot come deep inside her.
When they rode out the last wave of euphoria, he slumped onto Emma’s body, being careful not to crush her. As soon as he could move, he reached up and grabbed her face roughly, kissing her senseless while running his hands through her soft blonde hair. As he pulled away, she looked deep into his eyes.
“You know what I love the most?” he asked her, still struggling to catch his breath.
“What's that?” she asked swallowing thickly, never peeling her eyes away from his.
“You.”
An audible gasp escaped her, and her mouth went dry. Did he just tell her what she thought he was trying to tell her? More importantly, was she really reciprocating his feelings? “I love you too…” It was a strangled whisper, but the truth in her words were evident in the way she kissed him, the way she held onto him like she never wanted to let him go. He matched her affections with the same passion and the same zeal. Her heart was fluttering in her chest, and she was high on the euphoric sensations of pure satisfaction, but also love. Yes, she was absolutely and completely in love with him.
Before Emma became too comfortable, she searched around for her panties and shorts before sliding them on, removing her bra and tugging her tank top down in place to cover her breasts.
Killian pouted as he watched. “You’re getting dressed, love?”
Emma tittered. “Considering all of the people outside the tent and how easy it would be for any of them to barge in here, I think it’s a good idea; don’t you? What would they think if they entered the tent and saw us with our pants off and my boobs hanging out of my shirt? There’s really no way to talk our way out of that one, because ‘hey, we’re friends who sleep naked together’ isn’t really a convincing story.”
“You might have a point there, Swan,” he agreed with a chuckle and pulled on his own shorts. With both of them fully clothed, they laid down, Killian's arms wrapped around her as she nuzzled her face into his warm chest, hearing his heartbeat thud underneath her ear. She wrapped a leg around his waist and he held it securely in his arm, his hand sliding underneath her shorts and affectionately caressing and latching onto her butt.
“As much as I love our naked cuddling, this isn’t so bad,” he mumbled into her disheveled hair. “You are so sexy, with or without clothes.”
Emma failed to suppress a laugh that tickled her throat and she squeezed him tighter, pressing a kiss to his chest. “Naked cuddles are the best though.”
“Mmmm,” he hummed in agreement, both of them letting their eyelids fall shut.
Emma was extremely content in their fluffy cloud of bliss. They were wrapped in a cocoon of sleeping bags, blankets, and each other , and finally— finally —she got to spend a peaceful night with her man.
~*~
The next day, Killian woke with a permanent smile on his lips and Emma in his arms. The sunlight was threatening to burst through the tent, and he could hear the various critters from the woods and the activity going on outside. He didn’t have to look at the time to know it was late in the morning, but he honestly didn’t care. Emma had pronounced her love for him, and that had been the thought running through his mind all night. When he had first said the words, he’d thought it may have been a mistake, but Emma surprised him and said it back. And he… he could not be any happier at that moment. This camping trip was going much better than he’d ever expected.
Emma stirred in his arms and he pulled her closer as she sighed contently. Killian was so comfortable and cozy with his Swan, he did not wish to get up. But when a hand smacked the outside of the tent, and his pain-in-the-arse brother started shouting jarring words like, “Up and at ‘em!” and “Are you two going to sleep all day or are you going to join us at some point?” Emma and Killian were both pushed off their blissful cloud.
Groaning and cursing underneath their breaths, they each pulled on a hoodie and emerged from the tent where David and Liam were cooking breakfast and arguing over who had the best survival skills. Killian tried his best not to pay much attention, but their boisterous chatter was loud enough to disturb the entire campsite.
“Care for some breakfast? You two must be starving after all the sleep you’ve had.”
Killian bit back a grin at Mary Margaret’s comment; he was indeed starving, but he reasoned it was because of all of the physical activity he’d endured last night with his lovely Swan.
Nevertheless, the brunette was handing them plates before they could even answer.
“Okay, you two have to tell us who cooks the best meat—me or Liam,” David insisted. He used cooking tongs to fill part of their plates with sausage links while Liam gave them sausage patties with different seasonings on them.
Emma looked down at her plate in bewilderment. “And why are we having this debate?” she asked, stabbing one of the sausage links with her fork.
“Because Liam seems to think he’s a better cook than me, but we all know I cook the meanest steak.”
Emma’s face contorted in lazy confusion. “But we’re not even eating steak.”
“Hey, that’s an idea. Tonight we should get some steaks and grill them up,” David suggested.
Liam shook his head in disapproval while the rest of the group sat around the campfire either rolling their eyes or ignoring them completely. “Tonight is hotdog night.”
“So? We can have hotdogs tomorrow.”
Liam sighed in annoyance. “Sorry, mate; tomorrow's no good either. I already planned out the meals. You already ruined my breakfast plans with your sausage links.”
Killian looked over at Emma, catching a glimpse as she tried to suppress her laughter.
“Well why don’t we just grill both and let them decide?”
“Hey, I don't know about you boys, but as far as us ladies are concerned, I’m pretty sure you could put any type of hot meat in our faces and we would happily devour it in our mouths.”
At that point, a gale of giggles erupted from the females and Killian couldn’t resist a small chuckle in between his bites of sausage as David and Liam stared blankly at Ruby, clueless.
“What’s so funny?”
“Oh nothing, dear,” Mary Margaret responded, the laughter dying in her throat as she came over and kissed David’s cheek. “You know I always enjoy your sausage.”
Ruby and Emma snorted, almost spitting out chunks of meat from their mouths. “Well, this is certainly a morning to wake up to,” Emma joked as she tried to go back to eating her breakfast without choking on it.
When David and Liam finally decided to quit bickering and join the others, they were able to eat their breakfast in peace before they all got ready for the beach. It was a rather sunny day and even in the shaded woods, the air was thick and oppressively warm.
With their beach supplies in tow, they walked to the shore and found a comfortable spot in the sand to spread out their towels and perch the cooler and beach bags.
Deciding on a game of frisbee in the water, Liam and David were about follow behind Mary Margaret and Regina who were holding Leo’s hands.
“You coming Killian?”
He would rather have stayed with Emma, but started leaving with them anyway.
“Wait! Killian, before you go, can you help me with my sunblock?” Ruby’s words caused the three guys to stop and turn around.
“Can’t Emma help you with that?” Liam suggested impatiently.
A devilish smile tugged at Ruby’s lips. “She could, but I’d rather have a strong man’s hands on me, and I just figured Killian would be up for the task.” She threw him a wink, and David and Liam rolled their eyes before running off towards the ocean.
Killian grinned as he hurried over to where Emma and Ruby sat on their towels and plopped down in between them.
“You’re welcome,” Ruby teased, handing him the bottle of lotion.
“Thank you lass.” Killian accepted it and poured the creamy lotion into his palm as he looked at Emma who was holding a warm smile. She was wearing her skimpy red bikini and looked absolutely stunning, her skin shimmering in the sunlight. “Where would you like me to start, love?”
Emma pursed her lips, contemplating the question carefully. “How about my back?”
“Of course; turn over,” he smirked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
She lay on her stomach, resting her forehead on her arm as he began massaging the cool lotion into her back.
“You know, now I get why you two are hiding your relationship. Liam and David are a couple of nutheads, aren’t they?”
Emma and Killian both tittered. “Yes, they are. I’m glad someone besides us sees it,” Emma agreed.
“I mean who holds grilling contests on a camping trip? This is supposed to be a relaxing vacation, but it’s difficult to relax when those two are constantly bickering. I mean they might as well take their dicks out and see whose is the biggest.”
This time Emma and Killian roared with hysterical laughter. “They can measure all they want, but I know they don’t hold a candle to this one,” Emma retorted, referring to the man who had his hands all over her back, soothing the lotion into her skin.
Ruby grinned and leaned back, propping her chin in the palm of her hand, her eyes buzzing with intrigue. “Okay, so I need all of the juicy details since I’m helping you two out.”
“Well, I don’t know if we’d be willing to share everything, but what do you want to know?” Emma asked her.
Ruby shrugged. “How long have you been seeing each other?”
“That’s a bit tricky,” Killian replied. “We weren’t actually seeing each other when we first got together.”
The brunette’s eyes widened even more. “Really? Please do tell.”
Killian blushed and smiled. He wasn’t too keen on spilling all the intimate details to this woman, especially since he didn’t know her all that well.
“Let’s just say we had a rocky beginning. This one wanted to be a gentleman and I couldn’t handle rejection that well, so it kind of happened in the spur of the moment,” Emma supplied. It seemed that was all they were both willing to divulge, and Ruby accepted it begrudgingly.
“Okay, I’ll stop pestering you two and make sure to keep the rest of the gang distracted. Do you think if I flashed my boobs at them that would be enough distraction for the day?”
Emma laughed. “Go for it.”
“I’m sure David and Liam would be surprised more than anything,” Killian added with a chuckle. “They wouldn’t even know what to do with themselves.”
“Yeah, the expressions on their faces would be highly entertaining, but I don’t feel like getting smacked by their significant others. Besides, there are young ones around, so there’s that,” Ruby shrugged as she pushed herself up and started trotting off, winking at them. “I’ll have to think of something else. Have fun you two.”
Killian covered the back of Emma’s legs with the lotion before she flipped around, laying on her back as he grabbed the bottle and poured more of the contents into his hands. He really wished they were alone because touching her gorgeous body was more than enough to make him hard as a rock.
She rested her head on the towel as he started kneading his fingers into her chest and stealthily slipped his hands under her bikini top. Emma moaned softly as he skimmed his thumb over her nipple, making it hard under his touch. “Fuck, Killian. You better stop that before we end up having sex on the beach for everyone to see.”
He chuckled, continuing his ministrations as he moved to the other breast, palming the soft, delicate weight. His shaft was straining painfully in his trunks, so he figured he should probably take Emma’s advice and quit before things got carried away. He had to pause for a moment before beginning again and slowly, teasingly, making his way down her body. Emma got her kicks from teasing him, so maybe it was his turn to engage in all the teasing.
It didn’t work very well though, because the more he touched her and the longer he focused on one area that he knew she loved, the more aroused he became. She was so unbelievably sexy, he was thinking of all the dirty, filthy things he could do to her. By the time he reached her luscious, creamy thighs, he was so unbelievably hard; he almost fucked her right there in the sand.
However, Emma had other ideas.
As Killian moved to her toned legs, dousing her skin in white before rubbing it in, Emma’s emerald eyes were sparkling with mischief. And Killian knew he was in trouble.
Before he knew what was happening, she was leaping up from her spot, grabbing his hand and pulling him down the beach, away from their friends.
“Emma? Where are we going?”
She only giggled, tugging his hand as they both hurried through the sand. When they were far enough away, Emma led him to the ocean and they splashed through the water, making their way to a hidden alcove. By then, Killian knew exactly what his little vixen was plotting in that beautiful head of hers. He really should’ve been able to guess sooner.
They swam the rest of the way there, and the water was cold, but it felt refreshing under the beating sun. When they reached their destination, Emma turned and held his gaze, devilry dancing in her eyes as she licked her lips. Her hair was wet, her skin glittered with beads of water as he closed the distance between them.
“I thought we could use a little privacy,” she murmured, eyeing his lips.
He growled and captured her mouth, kissing her deeply as he wrapped her up in his arms, gently pressing her against the solid rock. He tasted the salt on her skin as they became entangled in a heated kiss that made their goosebumps disappear.
“Have I mentioned that I love you,” he breathed when they tore their lips away to catch their breaths.
Emma nodded, a big, happy smile taking over her face. “You did.” She tucked her hand inside his trunks and began pumping his already hard cock, causing his erection to increase in size as it throbbed under her touch.
“Have you ever had sex in the ocean before?” She inquired out of curiosity as her upward movement dragged his swollen, sensitive bulb down in her hand.
A deep, guttural groan spilled from his lips. Her touch sent a tingling, electric current through his body as he began rutting his hips into her hand. He had never had sex in the water, but fuck , he wasn’t opposed. “No, I can’t say that I have.” There was something about being with Emma, his siren , which made him bold as brass, and he was enthralled by it.
“Good. Me neither.” Her voice was strangled, ridden with desire.
Emma was settled in the water in front of him and her breasts were barely hidden inside the scrap of red, so he felt the urge to change that. Deciding to play out one of his little fantasies, he grabbed the strings of her bikini top and pulled it loose, letting her gorgeous, sun-kissed breasts spill out of the fabric. The bottom string was still secured to her body so he let the top fall into the water as he hauled her up against the rock and pushed her bottom bikini aside as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Her breasts were completely out of the water now, her nipples fully hard and seeking attention; soon he would take full advantage.
He pulled down his trunks just enough to free his aching erection, and she moaned as he hastily pressed his silky tip to her entrance. Her cry matched his at their contact; delicate, broken moans muffled as they fused their lips, tongues engaging in a rapid duo. His frantic fingers found her bottom, holding her into place as he started moving his hips, slowly plunging into her depths. He wanted this to last, so he paced himself with every thrust. The water was aiding their movements letting her easily ride his dick as he lowered his head and drew her nipple into his warm mouth, licking and sucking the salty sweetness as her fingers sifted through his wet locks of hair.
“Fuck,” she yelped out, thrusting her hips more fiercely, begging for more.
Killian growled and released her nipple, her tight heat surrounding him as he dragged along her walls. They could hear swimmers in the background, but it only urged him on, and he quickened his pace, fucking her roughly against the rock.
“You liked being fucked in the ocean, don’t you?”
“Oh god, yes,” Emma whimpered, her body shuddering in his arms as he her walls started fluttering around him.
“Naughty siren,” Killian growled, taking her sharply in his arms as the water splashed wildly around them. He reached between their bodies and found her clit, stroking her there, and it didn’t take long for her to find release.
He captured her lips, muffling their cries as his orgasm ripped through him, and he spurted his hot come inside her, his hips stuttering and slowing down as her tight quim milked every drop he had. They clutched tightly onto each other for balance, chests heaving as he buried his face into the crook of her neck. He couldn’t believe they’d just made love in the water during the middle of the day, with their friends close by nonetheless. When he’d first met Emma, he’d never imagined the shenanigans they’d be getting into. But he wasn’t complaining. Not. at. all.
~*~
Emma was still floating, her body satisfied and sated when they made it back to the camp. Luckily she and Killian had joined the rest of the group in the water without them suspecting anything.
They all decided on dinner, but not before Liam and David had to drive to the nearest market to acquire some steaks. Emma just laughed to herself at her two dorky friends. They of course had their grilling contest, and everyone ate steaks and hotdogs with some potatoes they had cooked in a foil over the fire. Of course the steaks won because who would chose a hotdog over a steak?
After dinner, David, Mary Margaret and their son took off in the pickup truck to buy more firewood, and Killian disappeared to fill a pitcher of water. Ruby and Regina went with him while Emma was playing a card game with Liam. This time, Emma didn’t bat an eye seeing Killian and Ruby together. She knew he only pined for her.
“Okay, Em, I know I’m not supposed to butt into Killian’s romantic life, but… I have to know… is Ruby the lass Killian slept with?”
Emma almost dropped the cards in her hands at the question and she quickly scrambled for an excuse. She really should've expected this though. “Umm—I—I really don’t know.”
“Oh, come on. I know you and Killian are close. He must’ve told you something.”
Emma didn’t really know how to respond. She should tell him that, yes, Killian slept with Ruby, and yes, the thong that he found in Killian’s pocket were hers.
“I mean, I’ve been thinking about it and you mentioned you two went to the club after Elsa and I left, and that’s where they met. Then we had our engagement dinner and we all went home and went to bed… except the knickers were in the pocket of his suit pants, which means he must have snuck out of the flat and slept with someone that night.”
Emma nodded, pursing her lips. “That makes sense. I mean Ruby obviously has a thing for him, so I wouldn’t doubt it. And maybe Killian decided one time was enough and he’s no longer interested in her, but he’s too nice to let her down.”
She wasn’t sure if Liam was buying her fictitious theory, but to her surprise, he was nodding in agreement. “I think you’re right, Em. It’s obvious Killian isn’t interested in the lass.”
Emma almost grinned at that. He certainly wasn’t.
Before anything else could be said, Killian and the two women were making their way back, and to her utter relief, Liam didn’t speak of the conversation.
With the rest of the group together again, they sat around chatting, drinking nonalcoholic beverages and enjoying the warmth from the fire. This time Ruby kept her distance, sitting in between Mary Margaret and Regina as Emma took the opportunity to be next to Killian and roast marshmallows with him and eat s’mores with him. She felt rather silly for overreacting the day before. Things had turned out so much better than she could’ve imagined, and tomorrow would be even better. Tomorrow was the fourth and they would be sitting on a pontoon boat drinking alcohol as they watched the fireworks. For now, Killian and Emma would get to enjoy making fireworks of their own in the tent they were sharing together. She smiled at the thought.
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