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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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“Emma, please talk to me,” Killian pleaded as Liam and Elsa drove away from the restaurant. He couldn't believe such a perfectly planned evening could end in such a disaster.

Emma stopped walking and turned around, seeing him standing there completely wrecked. Her features immediately plummeted, concern flickering in her eyes. “What is it?”

Killian swallowed thickly as he walked over to her and took her hands in his, gazing into her jaded emerald depths. “Love, you know I would never pressure you into doing anything you aren't comfortable with, right?”

Emma’s brows furrowed together, her mouth falling slightly agape. “Yes, of course. I know that.”

His eyes widened in disbelief, a bit of relief washing over him. Was he worried for nothing? “So, you're not upset?”

Emma shook her head, confusion still etched in her pale features. “No, of course not. Why would I be?”

Killian withdrew a long, shaky breath. “I just thought… you looked like you might have been uncomfortable when Elsa suggested we move in together. And you haven't really said much since then.”

Her expression softened, compassion lighting up her eyes. “Oh. Well, I mean, I wasn't exactly jumping up and down at the idea, but I'm not upset. I just think it's too soon to talk about that. But Elsa doesn't know that. She just thinks we’re friends.” She moved in closer until their bodies were pressed together, her chest pushed into his as she lifted a hand, caressing his cheek. “Hey, we’re okay. I promise,” she murmured and gave him a reassuring smile, her eyes gentle and full of sincerity.

Killian took her hand in his and pressed her fingers to his lips, closing his eyes and delicately kissing each digit. “I'm glad I was just worried for no reason, love.”

Emma pressed her forehead to his, a gentle whisper passing her lips, “It's going to take a lot more than mentioning us moving in together to scare me off.”

“You mean like talking about marriage and having babies?” he teased with a chuckle.

Emma laughed and shoved him playfully. “Yeah, stuff like that.” She tried to pull away, but Killian took her hands in his to stop her.

“I'm only teasing, love."

Emma's lips twisted into a smile, her cheeks tinting with blush. “I know.”

“Come here, baby,” he beckoned softly, and Emma stepped closer releasing his hand and prosthetic, placing her palms on his chest as he wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her flush against him.

“I'm here, Killian,” she whispered, “and I'm not going anywhere.”

He smiled and whispered, “All mine,” before capturing her lips and engaging her in a searing kiss.

His heart fluttered when their tongues collided, and he felt her warm body melt against his. She ran her hands up his neck, cupping his face and giving his ears a gentle tug as she deepened the kiss. The dinner date may have been interrupted, but their night was just beginning. Killian took her bottom lip between his teeth, giving a gentle pull as he grabbed her hips and pressed his hard erection to her pantiless center. Emma moaned into his mouth and rested her forehead on his for balance. He was aching for this woman, but afraid if they kept at this, they would end up giving everyone who came and left the restaurant, a show.

“So what should we do now, love?” he asked with a wicked smirk. “Even though my brother ruined our date, we can still have a pleasant evening.”

Emma nodded, a wide grin spreading across her lips as she gave him another kiss on the lips. “What did you have in mind?”

“Well, at first I was thinking we could catch a 9 o'clock movie, but now I have the urge to skip that and go straight to the dessert.”

Emma laughed against him, the sound vibrating through him. “Now, you're starting to sound like me.”

Killian’s eyes flitted over hers as his thumb caressed her cheek. He knew they shouldn't spend all of their alone time having sex, but he couldn't help himself. He was addicted to her and everything she offered him, and he knew she loved having such an effect on him. She was a little temptress set out to weaken her prey, and it was working like a charm. “I guess you've rubbed off on me a bit,” he chuckled.

Emma offered a wicked smirk and reached between them, finding his clothed groin, which was already stiff and firm for her. “Mmm. I love rubbing you off.”

Killian growled and pressed his lips to hers. “Such a naughty little minx.”

Emma giggled, pulling away from his arms, and he whined in protest as she turned around and walked away.

He watched her hips sway from side to side as she sashayed towards the car and opened the door to the backseat. She extended a hand toward him, beckoning Killian to her with a crooked finger and a come hither stare.

“Maybe we could do both?” Emma suggested before turning and crawling into the backseat. Killian followed closely behind, growling as he smacked her ass. She jolted and shimmied across the seat heading for the other end, but once Killian shut the door, he took her hips roughly in his hand and prosthetic, pulling her towards him. “Get that perfect little arse over here.” She moaned as he sat her in his lap, her thighs encasing his as her back was pressed into his chest and her ass was rubbing his clothed groin.

“This is a bit cramped,” Emma pointed out, arms and legs only being offered a few inches of leeway before contact with the doors and seats became a problem. Her yellow bug was far too small for what they had in mind.

Killian pulled up the skirt of her dress and slipped his hand up her bare inner thigh and began a slow circle with his thumb, tracing invisible patterns over her wet clit which left Emma moaning and spreading her legs apart.

“This was your idea,” he eventually stated, his voice cracked with lust as he feathered her velvety pink pearl.

Emma opened her mouth to protest, but Killian started thrusting his fingers into her heat, and any words of denial flew right out the window. Relenting, she sank into him, letting out a sigh. “Okay, true, but we should know by now—” Her words were cut off when Killian voraciously plunged his fingers into her depths, “my ideas aren’t always the best,” she managed with a breathy moan. “Remember the cold shower during the camping trip? Ohhh. And David hearing our sounds of pleasure?”

The reminder of their escapade in the shower brought a smirk to the corner of his lips as he continued fingering his sexy siren. He would never dream of complaining about the shower turning cold, but he could have gone without David hearing them.

“This idea shouldn’t be too bad,” Killian offered and Emma writhed in his arms at the touch of his fingers across her clit. “What can go wrong in a car?”

“We could get caught,” she whispered as he moved her hair to one side, his hot mouth on her ear, teeth skimming across her skin and soft lips leaving warm kisses behind her ear. “Someone could catch us and we could get arrested for public indecency.”

Killian chuckled against her ear and moved his head down, burying his face in the crook of her neck. “Since when is my siren worried about getting caught in public?”

Emma smiled and bit her bottom lip, thinking about all the times they’d fucked in public without getting caught. There was always the tiny bit of fear in her bones, but the thrill of it all was much more powerful and controlling. Knowing someone could walk up and watch her getting fucked by her gorgeous boyfriend made her blood run hot.

Killian dragged his fingers away from her center and took her jaw in his hand, drawing her lips to his, his thumb pressing into her bottom one, and he watched intently as she wrapped her lips around, encasing the tip of his finger, which was coated in her sweet venom. The feel of her warm mouth and soft lips around his finger made his dick throb in his pants.

“Emma you’d like that, wouldn’t you, love? I bet if someone walked over and saw us, you’d continue to fuck yourself down on my cock.” The words were whispered against the shell of her ear, a dirty secret which had Emma gasping. He chuckled, the sound low and full of delight.

Killian grabbed her hip, and she sat up and grabbed the front seat, pressing down into his lap and seeking a friction that, when she found it, emitted a satisfied groan from his lips. It was easy to fall into a rhythm, the steady drag of her bare sex against the hard erection in his pants sparking a delicious heat in her lower belly. Emma tightened her thighs around his hips, scooting backwards until they were flush together as she rolled her hips.

“Bloody hell,” Killian groaned, the grip on her hip flexing. “How much time do we have?”

The idea of a time limit had Emma frowning but she tilted her head to glance at the clock on the dashboard. “Thirty minutes. Is that enough time?” she asked, the final words offered in a teasing tone.

Killian gave a light slap to her ass, eyes alight in a newfound mischief. “Trust me, thirty minutes is enough.”

With that decided, Killian undid his belt and pants, and Emma reached behind herself to help pull his pants down. Killian took out his aching cock, and Emma was quick to lift up her ass. His hand rose to pull the hem of her dress to her slim stomach and he grasped onto either side of her waist, fingers rubbing a few soothing circles into her skin before he began to ease her down onto his length. Emma moved her hips up, letting him enter her, hands bracing the front seat.
He slid into Emma until they were flush against one another, muscles tense as Emma gave her body a moment to adjust. Her back was pressed into his chest and she could feel the thundering of his heartbeat against her.

Emma turned her head, sliding her fingers in his hair as she engaged his lips in a heated kiss, their breathing sporadic as they made love in the cramped bug. It was a tantalizingly slow pace as his grip on her hips guided her movements, nothing but a leisurely drag of his cock against her inner walls, but she felt so amazing, he didn't want it to end.

Their tongues collided, both swallowing each other’s groans and indulging in the pleasant energy coursing between them.

Killian struggled to pull down the strap of her dress, and he finally yanked it down, allowing one of her beautiful breasts to pop out. He took the gentle weight in his hand as they kissed and fucked, his fingers tweaking her stiff nipples.

Emma whimpered, arching her back and pressing her breast further into his hand, seeking more of his touch.

“You like that, baby?” he growled and gave her a rough squeeze. Emma was grinding down against him, fucking herself onto his length until the burn in her thighs became too much. He met her movements, thrusting upwards, hips slamming against her ass until the interior of the car was filled with nothing but grunts and moans and the sound of skin against skin.

“Fuck,” Emma whined, hips working into him, body itching to find that release that was so close, she could taste it. She leaned forward, clutching at the headrest of the front seat, one hand braced on the door as Killian began fucking up into her, his pace relentless, his own body searching for that final explosion of pleasure.

It was far too hot in the car, the windows slightly foggy as a thin layer of sweat began to gather along his forehead. Emma’s back arched as he was pounding into her, coaxing her closer with filthy words and promises that left her gasping and begging for utter release.

“Killian…”

He pulled her back against him and stroked her clit, whispering. “Come all over my cock, baby.”

Emma hit her release just seconds before he did, their bodies convulsing together as wave after wave of pleasure ricocheted through them. She could feel him pulsing inside her walls, his release filling her up. She was so glad she was on birth control because, God , she loved when he filled her with his come.

“Fuck,” Killian groaned, trying to catch his breath as he sat back in the seat, Emma sinking into him. Their hearts were racing against each other as they tried to focus on steadying their breathing.

“See, not a bad idea at all,” he managed with a strangled chuckle and moved her disheveled hair aside to catch the time. “And we still have ten minutes to get to the theater.”

The cinema was a two minute walk as they held hands, and finally got to spend their evening together, just the two of them out in public.

~*~

The next few months flew by rapidly as Emma and Killian helped Elsa and Liam plan the wedding. The engaged couple had finally picked a date and decided on the beginning of December, which didn't give them a whole lot of time, but Elsa and Liam decided they didn't want to wait any longer. It also meant, they were rushing to find another place to live, and Emma wasn't so enthusiastic about that. She didn't want things to change, not between her and her friends nor between her and Killian. Though, she knew they had to. She wasn't ready to move in with Killian, but she didn't want to move away from him either. She loved that he was only across the hall when she needed him. They spent their mornings jogging or going to the gym before work and she loved hanging out with him and their friends, even though they were still keeping their relationship a secret. She knew she had to tell their friends, she was just afraid it would change things. There were already too many changes as it was.

“So, I take it you like the dress?” Elsa asked, her lips widening into a hopeful smirk.

Emma’s jaw was dropped; she was in a state of awe, along with Mary Margaret, Ruby and Elsa’s sister, Anna as they gazed at the dress in front if them. It was a stunning light blue gown with the sleeves and outer layer made of sheer, white lace, elaborate snowflake patterns stitched into the material. The train of the dress draped around her feet and she looked like a radiant ice queen, which fit well with the theme of the wedding. Elsa and her sister grew up in a place where it rarely snowed, so the winters Elsa experienced in New York City were her favorite seasons. Of course Liam wasn't too keen on the idea of having an outdoor wedding in the snow, but they had managed to come to a compromise.

Their wedding would be in December, and the ceremony and reception would be held inside, and the photos would be taken outside the gorgeous venue. The entire wedding would be located somewhere between the cities they grew up in—Edinburgh, Scotland and Brighton, England. Elsa's mother was Norwegian and she and Anna were raised in Scotland while Liam and his brother were born and raised in Brighton. Killian and Emma had found this gem during some computer research a week ago, since the newly engaged couple were unable to come to an agreement about a venue.

“What do you think of this place?” Killian questioned as Emma came up to him, offering a hot cup of coffee.

Emma arched a brow as he took the beverage appreciatively, and she slipped into his lap, scanning the computer screen as he took a sip from the mug. “Florida? I don't know, the location doesn't scream Elsa and Liam.”

Killian nodded and set the mug on the desk, wrapping his arms around his girlfriend and swallowing the hot liquid down his throat. “You might be right. I'll have to search a few more places, but I’ll come up with something.”

Emma turned in his arms, swinging her legs around and straddling his thighs as she curled her arms around the back of his neck, placing a gentle kiss to his lips. Killian’s eyelids fluttered shut and he hummed against the warm feel of her soft, cherry-flavored lips, both of them parting slightly as they took a moment to indulge in their affections toward one another. Killian cupped her cheeks in his hand, and when she pulled her mouth away from his, her eyes were dancing with mischief and her lips were hinting at a smirk.

“I think you should take a break for now,” she murmured in a low voice, her words tinged with seduction.

The last few months, during which they'd actually been dating, had been incredible. And managing to sneak away from a newly engaged couple as they tried to plan their wedding was a piece of cake, especially in the big city. And since the group had promised to not question their relationship, Killian loved the fact he could take his girlfriend to the MET or Central Park or out to a lavish dinner or even just jump on a train and head nowhere in particular without having their friends or brother interrogate them.

They were able to talk about their childhoods and past relationships and how Killian and Liam had joined the Navy, and they were able to get to know each other more and connect on a level that was more than just sex. He’d even told her his birthday was coming up soon.

It really had been the best few months he’d had in a very long time. It would still have been better if he could tell everyone he and Emma were romantically involved, but for now, he would take what he could get.

Killian tried to relax, but the stress of finding the perfect venue for his brother and future sister-in-law wore in his features as he exhaled a heavy sigh. “Love, I promised them—”

Emma placed a finger to his lips, shushing him gently. “And you will.” His lovely vixen was wearing a button up blouse that she started unbuttoning, exposing her red lace bra underneath.

Killian growled at the sight, his eyes sweeping over the pale swell of her breasts that were begging for attention, her nipples poking out from the material just enough to tease him.

“For now, I don't want you to think about anything,” Emma pushed the shirt sleeves from her arms, letting the blouse fall to the floor, and she unclasped her bra and pulled off the straps, carelessly tossing the lingerie aside, “but me,” came a whisper as she leaned in kissing his lips.

Killian groaned as she pressed her bare breasts to his chest and he moved his hand, cupping the gentle weight in his palm, his thumb grazing and pulling her nipples.

The heat between them quickly boiled over, and together, they pulled off his shirt so he could feel her supple breasts against his bare chest as their lips collided again, mouths parting and tongues sweeping to taste one another. There was a flurry of hands and heavy panting as more clothes were discarded, and soon, Emma was riding his dick in the chair, their sounds of moaning and dirty talk filling the room, muffled by deep, passionate kisses.

Eventually Killian went back to his research and Emma pulled on his shirt, and was sitting the other way in his lap to help him when they stumbled upon the perfect wedding venue for Liam and Elsa—the Corsewall Lighthouse Hotel located in the U.K. The lighthouse towered over the hotel structure, which looked like a small castle and overlooked the North Channel of the Irish Sea. According to the website, it had the charm and romance of an 1815 functioning lighthouse with the comforts of a small, very unique hotel and restaurant. It was perfect for Elsa and Liam.

“I think we have a winner,” Mary Margaret breathed finally, a smile making its way across her lips.

“It’s perfect,” Anna commented, her grin showing her pearly white teeth.

Elsa sighed in relief, still holding up the train of her gown in her hands. After trying on several dresses, she was glad they all could agree on one. The other dresses were fine, really, but she was looking for one which elicited the response that… well the response her friends and sister currently had.

“But only if you agree,” Emma added with a beaming smile. “Whether you love it or not is the most important thing.”

“I do,” Elsa assured them. “This one's a keeper.

Mary Margaret clapped her hands excitedly as Elsa stepped down from the platform. “This is so exciting! You're wedding is going to be absolutely amazing!”

Elsa gave a small smile as they drew her into a group hug, being careful not to harm the dress in their endeavour. “I really hope so. Thank you all so much for helping me with this. I'd be absolutely clueless without you.”

“Not a problem,” Mary Margaret assured as they pulled away. “Now, what do you say we have some lunch.”

“Yes, I'm starving.”

Elsa changed out of the gown and they went to a nearby cafe for some sandwiches and tea, discussing more details about the wedding Elsa and Liam were planning as she showed them pictures of their ideas—what type of cake they’d picked out, what kind of flowers they wanted, what the table settings would look like and things like that.

“So, Emma, what kind of bachelorette party are you planning?” Of course it was Ruby who asked as Emma was in mid-bite of her sandwich after Elsa had stood up to use the ladies room.

“Emma, you really don't have to plan anything extravagant. Just dinner and drinks is fine by me,” Elsa had mentioned a few days earlier when the subject had come up.

“Ooh, what shall we do?” Mary Margaret asked, excitement buzzing in her eyes as Ruby held a look on her face, like she were about to explode with ideas.

“We could go to a strip club.”

“I don't think so,” Emma found herself saying, shaking her head, her cheeks tinting with blush. She wasn't interested in seeing any man but Killian with his clothes off. And now, since they were talking about Scotland, she was picturing Killian in a kilt giving her a private show as he stripped for her. She smiled a little at the thought, cataloging the idea in the back of her mind. She sipped on her iced tea through the straw, staring down at the table, but she could feel three pairs of eyes scrutinizing her. Emma released the straw, lifting her head to look between the three of them. “What?”

“Why are you so against strippers, Em? It's not like you have a boyfriend,” Ruby teased with a small smirk that only Emma could see.

“I'm not, I just…” she stammered, not really knowing how to respond to that at first. She looked at Anna, searching for some kind of assistance with this issue, but instead the auburn haired woman smiled a bit, moving her eyes to her tea as she twirled the spoon inside the hot cup to mix in the sugar. She removed the silverware and placed it on the small saucer, an indifferent look etched in her features as she nursed her drink. Emma sighed in exasperation. “Well, for one, we’re going to be in Scotland. There are plenty of places we could go and explore rather than reduce ourselves to being cooped up in a strip club. Besides, do you really think Elsa would want some guy shaking his butt in her face the night before her wedding?”

“Of course she does,” Ruby answered adamantly. “She’s gonna be stuck with one man for the rest of her life. Let the woman live a little.”

Emma rolled her eyes. “That's a typical Ruby answer.”

“I have to agree with Emma,” Mary Margaret chipped in.

“Thank you,” Emma said appreciatively. She could always rely on her best friend to be level headed enough to make practical decisions.

“We should just hire a stripper, that way we can be entertained in the privacy of our hotel room.”

Emma's eyes blew wide, not believing even her sweet, innocent friend was against her on this. “Seriously? Don't make me tattle on you,” she threatened her friend playfully. “I'll be happy to tell David his wife suggested to pay another man to take his clothes off in front of her.”

Mary Margaret’s jaw dropped. “You'd make me pay? You're the maid of honor.”

Emma looked to Anna for a response, and finally she spoke, laughing. “Alright, alright, there will not be any strippers involved in my sister’s bachelorette party. Emma's right, we can have a nice evening out doing other things.”

Luckily Elsa came back at that moment and they were forced to change the subject as she sat down looking between the four of them.“So, what are you ladies talking about?”

Emma didn't respond, and instead looked down at her phone, which was laying on the table. There was a text message from Liam about the small get together they were planning for Killian’s birthday.

~*~

Killian was giddy with excitement when Emma had texted him, asking him to to meet her across the hall. Elsa and Liam were hanging out with Anna while she was in town, unknowingly affording Killian and Emma the opportunity to have some alone time. He was especially looking forward to tonight considering his birthday was tomorrow, and he knew Liam would make a huge deal about it.

To him, it would be just another day he would hopefully get to spend with Emma.

Killian knocked on her door, and when there was no answer, he grabbed the knob, squeezed and turned it until the door cracked open. The room was dimly lit, and he could see small flames flickering in the room, so he pushed the door open in panic and cautiously stepped inside. His worries immediately dissipated when his eyes scanned the room, and he shut the door behind him with a soft click, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

The apartment was filled with the warm glow of candles from every surface, and there was a path of red and pink rose petals sprinkled along the carpet, leading him to the hallway. His heart fluttered; he wondered what exactly his scheming girlfriend had brewing in that gorgeous head of hers. He had an inkling that whatever it was, he was in for a treat, and he couldn’t wait to find out. He reached Emma’s bedroom, opening the door, anticipation coiling in his stomach. Stepping into the room, he shut the door behind him, his eyes immediately landing on his beautiful vixen

Emma was spread out on the bed in a satin red bathrobe, her chin perched on her fist as she leaned on an elbow to hold herself up, eyes glowing in the dim light. “There’s my birthday boy,” she spoke in a low seductive voice, the flicker of candlelight dancing in her eyes as Killian made his way over to her. His cheeks were heating up with blush; he couldn't believe she had gone through all this trouble for him, but he wasn’t about to complain.

A big smile blossomed over her lips as she rose from the bed and grabbed a basket from the night stand, handing it over to him.

“Happy birthday, Killian.”

He took it, still in a state of bewilderment as his eyes scanned the basket. “Thank you, love, but you really didn’t have to do this.”

“Believe me, I wanted to,” Emma assured with a small laugh, leaning in to kiss him.

Killian swooned at the feel of her soft lips on his, but the contact was only brief before Emma pulled away and sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for him to look through the basket. “Open your presents,” she encouraged, a devilish excitement buzzing in her eyes.

He went through each item one by one; he pulled out a box of strawberries dipped in chocolate, a bottle of chocolate sauce and a can of Reddi Wip before the basket was almost empty. Killian’s cheeks were tinged with blush as he started chuckling, thinking about what Emma could possibly have in mind with these items. He was hoping he’d get to eat all of these items off of her by the end of the night. The skin of his chest tingled as he set them down and kept going through the basket. The last item made his breath catch and his hand still in the basket. He took out the object, which was a pair of handcuffs.

Killian laughed and blushed as he observed the item, holding it up with a smirk. “Hmmm…” The handcuffs clinked briefly as he cupped them in his hand. They were red and furry, the two loops connected by a silver chain only three links long. The links were large, but there still wasn't a lot of room for movement.

Emma stood up, wearing a naughty smirk on her face, her cheeks tinted with pink. She took the basket from him, along with the handcuffs, setting them aside, and handed him a rectangular shaped box, which was wrapped up in a shiny blue foil, and he opened it, revealing a navy blue cotton corduroy boatneck sweater, with a matching pair of gloves and a beanie.

“I know you’ve never had to endure the winters in the city before, and I wanted to make sure you stayed warm,” she explained with a warm smile.

Killian’s grin was tainted with mischief as he placed the items in the box and curled his free hand around her hip, pulling her close to him. “Love, I already have you to keep me warm,” he pointed out, quirking a playful brow.

Emma laughed and slowly captured his lips. They indulged in a soft kiss, his heart swarming with all of the love and emotions he felt for this woman. Their tongues met, and even though he felt the familiar stir in his groin, his feelings for her were so much more than anything physical. He loved her with everything he had. He pulled back slightly, pressing his forehead to hers and whispering softly, “Thank you for the gifts.”

Emma was again smirking as she stepped back and walked to the end of the bed, turning around to look at him. “There's still one more gift you have to unwrap.” Killian arched a brow, but he didn’t miss the way she bit her bottom lip as her hands dragged along the opening of the robe.

Killian swallowed hard. “There’s more?” he asked in bewilderment. He still couldn’t believe Emma had gone to all of this trouble for him. On the other hand, she was a little devil in human form and she loved teasing him. She loved making him putty in her hands.

Emma didn’t answer, and instead she loosened the robe, and Killian’s eyes were glued to her hands as she slowly, torturously opened the material to reveal what she was wearing underneath. Letting the robe fall to the floor, she breathed a throaty reply, “Me.”

Killian’s mouth dropped on it’s own accord and he almost fell over as his eyes scanned her gorgeous figure. His sexy siren was wearing a lacy black lingerie teddy, which barely covered anything other than the center of her stomach and nub, showing off all of her slender, delicate curves. The negligee was held together by a scrap of frilly lace at her hips and a spaghetti strap around her back, framing her gorgeous breasts and leaving them completely bare with a satin bow underneath the center of her vivacious curves; her areolas were covered by heart-shaped, black nipple petals with tassels dangling from each one.

Killian growled, licking his lips at the delicious sight before him, and a smirk danced over her lips as she walked over to him. “You like what you see?”

He nodded with certainty. The evidence was in his pants, his erection stiff and firm against the confining material of his boxer briefs as he pictured ripping off her stunning negligee or just fucking her with it on. “You look delectable enough to eat,” he groaned, his eyes still roaming over her scantily clad figure.

Reaching into the basket, she pulled out a couple of items, holding them up—the Reddi Wip and chocolate sauce. “Good…” Emma walked over to him, seductively swaying her hips and closing the distance between them, “because you’ll be having me for dessert,” she whispered in his ear. He started to grab her arm, pulling her flush against him, but she raised a finger, waving it from side as she lightly clicked her tongue a few times. “Ah ah, not yet.”

Killian whined and frowned, his features falling in disappointment.

“Don't worry, you’ll get your dessert, but first,” Emma pushed him onto the bed so he was sitting on the edge as she set down the items and picked up the handcuffs. “First you have to come for the main course.” Emma giggled deviously, running her bottom lip between her teeth.

Killian gulped, not too keen about the idea of being in handcuffs, only because he wanted to run his hand all over her body, but he let her do as she had planned. His clothes were discarded with her help, and he was completely naked as he removed his prosthetic and laid back into the bed. Emma secured the handcuff around his right wrist, letting his other arm free since he didn't have his left hand.

She grabbed the box of strawberries and climbed on the bed, kneeling above him and straddling his chest.

Killian waited in excitement, his cock hard and throbbing, aching to be touched as he felt how wet she was through her thin panties. He cursed himself, wishing he could caress her thighs and grab those tantalizing breasts that were hanging above him as Emma picked up a chocolate covered berry, and brought it to his mouth.

His lips parted over the chocolate, letting half of the strawberry slide into his mouth before he bit down, tasting the explosion of fruit juice and sweet, creamy chocolate hitting his tongue. “Mmmm.” He licked his lips lips, savoring the decadent taste as she pulled the other half of the strawberry away and tore off the stem, fingers brushing her lips as she pressed the strawberry into her mouth. He watched her pink lips purse as she sucked half of the large succulent fruit, licking the juices and chocolate from her lips as she swallowed it down.

The next one went to Emma first, but as it touched her lips, she didn't bite into it. Instead she pushed the strawberry almost all the way past her lips, but kept her fingers on it.

“Suck,” she commanded, leaning into him, and Killian did as he was told, sucking the chocolate off the strawberry and letting it melt in his mouth.

His tongue swiped over his girlfriend’s fingers a few times where she held onto the base of the strawberry, and he kept his gaze locked on her sparkling eyes, getting lost in the intensity behind her green irises.

Soon he felt another strawberry on his lips and he opened his mouth, but Emma let the berry just sit for a second, rubbing chocolate back and forth on his lip.

Emma kept leaning into him and pressing her lips next to his on the strawberry. He flicked his tongue on the chocolate a few times, his tongue briefly touching her lips before the berry was gone and Killian’s tongue was in Emma’s mouth. Her lips were exquisitely soft against his, warm and wet, as Emma kissed him deep and slow, exchanging the sugary flavors of chocolate and berry with him.

By that point, he was extremely turned on, he was almost incoherent and his brain was foggy, he couldn't think straight.

When she released his lips, Killian chased after hers until he felt her hands on his hips. “Bloody hell, love,” he barely managed, letting his head sink into the pillow, his cock throbbing painfully.

“Would you like me to touch you, baby?” she asked, moving back, pressing seductive kisses to his chest and smirking against his skin.

“Please, Emma…”

She moved off of him, but only to reach for a lower part of him, and Killian awaited in crippling anticipation as Emma’s hands ran up his thighs, massaging him gently. His hand braced against the the cuff, the fur rubbing against his wrist as he felt her thumbs dip into the insides of his thighs, stroking softly, and he was desperately craving for her to stroke something else.

She removed her hands, and soon there was something cold and sticky landing on his thighs and creeping over his skin. The cap of the chocolate syrup clicked back on and Emma spread his thighs apart as he lifted his head, watching her lick her lips salaciously.

“Mmm, would you like me to lick the chocolate off with my tongue?” she offered in a sweet tone as her hands were tucked under the back of his knees, and Killian didn't even hesitate to answer.

“Fuck, yes,” he uttered in a raspy voice, his words stricken with lust before he felt her tongue swiping along his thighs.

His body jolted at her touch and he let out a breathy groan.

Emma stroked her tongue along his inner thigh, the tip of it purposely brushing his balls in her wake as she lapped up the chocolate from of his sensitive skin. Killian groaned a desperate, needy sound he didn't even try to suppress. She continued her endeavor of trying to kill him, and he was beyond frustrated by the handcuffs and the fact he couldn't put Emma’s mouth and tongue where he really wanted her

He didn't know how much longer he could take, afraid he would end up exploding without being touched. He also couldn't recall exactly how long it took for Emma to lick all the chocolate off of his thighs, but when she was done his skin was sticky and his chest was heaving, breathing ragged. His cock was throbbing and his head was swimming as he spread his thighs more, silently begging for her to suck him off and offer him some relief.

“What do you want, baby?” she asked him sweetly, licking the chocolate off her lips, sliding her hand over his cock, and he uttered a groan as she rubbed her thumb over the slick head, swiping his precum with her finger and slipping it into her mouth.

He didn't even realize he was trembling until he heard a little pop of a seal being peeled off.

"Tell me what you want, Killian,” she encouraged again, smiling at him sweetly.

“Suck my cock, love,” he begged unabashedly. “I wanna fuck that gorgeous mouth of yours.”

Emma shuddered above him, and her grin transformed into a smirk as she shook the can of whipped cream in her hand. Killian swallowed hard, Emma's hand on his thigh and her tongue darting out to wet her lips as she looked forward to her tasty treat.

He heard the noise of the pressure from the aerosol can being released, and he felt the whipped cream being sprayed around the base of his dick and over his balls as she let a heavy amount of it gather over his groin. She topped it off with a light drizzle of chocolate syrup and as she set the items aside, she was staring at him with those intense, green eyes.

His breathing was shallow as he watched Emma finally, finally lower her head and wrap her lips around the head of his cock. His muscles relaxed and his pupils were blown wide as she moved her tongue up and down his length, gathering the chocolate and white cream off of him.

“Bloody fuck,” he cursed almost incoherently as Emma took his length into her hot mouth, slowly sucking the sugary substance off of him.

He closed his eyes, sinking his head back into the pillow and let out a small sigh of pleasure as Emma swiped the sauce and whipped cream off his dick. He was aroused to no end, but he felt a sense of warmth and calmness, not immediately chasing his orgasm, letting Emma take her time with him. However, as soon as she took his entire cock in her mouth and began relentlessly sucking him from base to head, he started thrusting into her, and began slowly unraveling.

Emma added more whipped cream and licked it off his balls, her tongue massaging him and swirling around in maddening circles, making his head spin. She took his cock in her mouth again, bobbing her head over him again and again, picking up her speed. The restraint and control she had on him drove him stir crazy as he fucked her mouth, letting the tip hit the back of her throat

“Fuck... so fucking good you little minx…” It didn't take him long for his muscles to tense and his balls to tighten, that familiar sensation of his orgasm rising to the surface as her tongue and mouth worked on him masterfully. When he reached the precipice, he yanked on the cuffs, letting it scrape harshly against his skin as she added her hand, tightening her fingers around his slick shaft, fiercely stroking up and down as she let him slide into her mouth over and over. “Emma…”

His orgasm went off like a grenade, a powerful explosion ripping through his body as he rocked his hips madly into her swollen, red lips, watching her suck him off as he shot a long, hot stream of cum into her mouth. His body trembled as he took in the sight of Emma swiping her tongue over his slit and swallowing everything he offered her down her throat. Killian was panting harshly, trying to reassemble himself as Emma crawled up his body kissing his lips. He tasted the multiple flavors on her tongue—the chocolate, the whipped cream, his cum—and he groaned in her mouth, kissing her deeply

When they broke the kiss, he was dizzy, a completely discombobulated mess, and he wasn’t sure what Emma was up to next. All he knew was she was on top of him again, straddling his hips, and he was faintly aware of something being drizzled onto his chest. Still trying to steady his breathing, he lifted his head and looked over at her, his breath once again catching in his throat

Emma’s tassels were removed and she was pouring the chocolate sauce over the curves of her perfect, beautiful breasts, the thick syrup drizzling over her swollen pink nippes.

Killian growled, and he didn’t even care that his chest hair was coated in chocolate when she was done. She topped off the chocolate covered peaks, adding a thick layer of whipped cream over them, and she lowered herself, sliding her fingers through his hair and bringing his lips to one of her breasts.

Killian groaned, tasting the whipped cream and chocolate as it hit his tongue, and he pursed his lips, sucking off the substances to get to the best part. Emma moaned, pressing his head into her and dipping her head back, writhing above him. Her hard nipples were absolutely delicious, the familiar saltiness combined with the sweet sugary syrup and light cream was absolute heaven.

He swiped his tongue over her pink pearls, licking and biting and sucking every last drop of chocolate and whipped cream in his way, until her breasts were revealed and covered in nothing but his wet, sticky saliva. He drew her nipple into his mouth again, savoring her bare flesh for as long as he could until she was pulling the beauties away from him.

“Did you enjoy your treat?”

Killian almost laughed as he laid his head down. “Are you kidding? That was… that was seventh heaven, love. You make a very tasty dessert,” he murmured, wagging his brows at her.

Emma laughed, shaking her head. “That wasn’t the dessert.” She leaned in, whispering in his ear, “That was only the appetizer and main course.”

Killian shuddered at the way she spoke the words as she raised her head, and he knew she had much more planned for him.

“What’s the dessert then?” he asked, swallowing thickly as he saw the words of his question sparking that familiar mischief in her emerald greens.

She smirked and leaned over him again, speaking in a sinful tone. “My ass.”

Killian groaned, catching the meaning of her words. His dick was already hard again as he imagined ramming his cock into her tight hole. “Fuck… love, are you sure?”

She nodded without hesitation and grabbed the key to the handcuffs, releasing his wrist from the constraints. “Yes, I’m sure.” She kissed the inside of his wrists, rubbing the tips of her fingers into his skin in soothing circles. They had both wanted to for a while and he would often touch her there, stretching her and preparing her for this.

Emma grabbed the bottle of lube from the drawer of her nightstand, and Killian rose, stroking himself as Emma got on her hands and knees and parted her thighs and cheeks, presenting her ass to him and everything she had. He growled, staring at her puckered hole as she waited for him to fill her up. She still had on her lingerie, but there was nothing but a g-string obstructing the center of her ass cheeks so they decided she leave them on. Besides, he could grab onto the frilly lace band around her hips as he fucked her, so he saw that as an added bonus rather than a nuisance.

Killian lowered his head, his teeth nipping at one of her ass cheeks before he smacked her with the palm of his hand, leaving a red palm print on her pale flesh. Emma gasped, her nectar, dripping down her thigh. He inched his way closer and settled behind her as she spread her thighs further apart. He lifted his hand, stroking along the base of her spine as she whimpered impatiently.

“Killian… please…” she beseeched, greedily moving her hips back and forth to give him the hint to take her.

“Please what, Sweetling?” he grinned, giving her a taste of her own medicine.

“Please fuck my ass, Killian.”

He didn’t need any other encouragement, and he briefly squeezed one of her perfect ass cheeks before pulling his hand away, moving her g-string to the side and slipping his finger inside her hole, massaging the opening. He groaned, his cock twitching as he felt the tight wetness around him, and Emma sighed and moaned as he pushed his finger further and further in her tight channel.

“You like that, love?”

“Oh god yes,” she cried out, and he plunged his finger in a little further, eliciting a loud whimper from her lips.

His breaths were shaky as he carefully added a second, spreading her further for him, and small noises leaked past her lips, her body relaxing around his fingers. By the third digit, she was moaning loudly, whining and fucking back onto his fingers. Killian watched with restrained elation, thoroughly enjoying how responsive she was, his cock bobbing painfully as he rocked his fingers into her.

“You are so fucking stunning like this, Emma,” he murmured and placed a soft kiss to her back, “and so fucking tight.” The gentleness of the kiss was a strong contrast to the sudden thrust of the fingers inside of her, and she gasped and shuddered, body curling for a brief moment before he carefully removed his fingers. “Such a good lass,” Killian cooed sweetly. His cock throbbed, hanging heavy between her slick thighs, and he groaned, feeling how incredibly wet she was for him. It was all he could focus on without finishing prematurely. “Ready baby?” Killian asked softly, his words wrecked, and Emma nodded vigorously, thrusting her hips back.

“Please, Killian… I need you…”

His breath stuttered, but he was able to pick up the tube of lubrication next to him, and he coated her hole, massaging the sensitive area before stroking himself with the slippery substance. The press of his penis bulb to her opening make them both gasp, and slowly he pushed himself through her puckered entrance, slowly infiltrating her and stretching her extremely tight walls.

Emma immediately tensed up and leaned forward, a strangled, high-pitched whimper leaving the back of her throat.

“You okay, Emma? Would you like me to stop?”

She shook her head. “No, don’t stop.”

Killian began again, gently rocking himself into her, but he had to pause briefly, overwhelmed by the tightness of her ass around his cock; he didn't want to cum too soon, but fuck, she felt bloody amazing. He went back to moving his hips back and forth, slowly thrusting into her ass again. Emma’s thighs trembled and she moaned, arching her back, silently begging for more.

“How’s this, love?” he asked, striking her ass cheek with the palm of his hand, and he could see the white flesh spreading with a rosy shade of red. He curled his hand around her hip, knowing she was ready for him to pick up the pace. He knew his little siren all too well.

Sure enough, she started pressing her ass into him. “Harder, Killian. Fuck me harder,” she pleaded.

He growled and began rocking his hips, plunging deeper and allowing Emma to relax even more before he went faster.

In no time she was moaning and screaming out his name as he fucked her hard, practically pounding into her, skins slapping and heavy grunts filling the room. Removing his grip from her hip, he curled her long golden hair around his hand, using her as an anchor as he filled and stretched her ass. His fingers tangled themselves in her hair, pulling harder, and she screamed out her pleasure with each thrust.

“So—fucking—tight,” he muttered with a guttural groan.

Emma’s warmth surrounded him, her muscles gripping him hard and bringing him closer to his release. She could tell he was getting close with how erratic and sloppy his thrusts became, desperate for release.

“I’m gonna come, love,” he uttered, his words cracked as he fucked relentlessly into his girlfriend's ass. “Touch yourself, Sweetling,” he commanded, wishing he had two hands at this moment.

Emma was quick to comply as she reached her hand below and started stroking her clit.

“How does that feel, Emma?” he asked softly, but he knew how close she was to her peak by how loud her moans and mewls became.

“So fucking good,” she responded, her words strangled.

He watched her cry out in pleasure as she flicked her clit vigorously until she was screaming out, her muscles contracting around him, and he felt the ripples of her orgasm coursing through him, pulling him in.

“Bloody—fucking—hell,” he cursed breathlessly between thrusts, and he could no longer hold back. He released her hair from his hold, and with a hard tug on the frilly waistband at her hip, he gave her ass a rough pounding. It didn’t take long for his whole body to spasm as his orgasm hit him hard, and he came deep inside her channel with a choked groan, releasing a long, thick stream of hot semen. His hips stuttered and halted, and they both rocked in a gentle rhythm, trying to catch their breaths and regain some semblance.

His mind went pleasantly blank, and when he finally floated back from his mind blowing orgasm, he was momentarily disoriented. He slowly slipped from his girlfriend’s ass, watching as his white fluid leaked from her puckered hole and slid down her thighs.

Killian grabbed a blanket to cover them as they collapsed into the mattress, and he held a satisfied, lazy smirk on his lips as he pulled his girlfriend into his arms. Emma smiled softly, purring in content as she rested her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat underneath as it started to slow.

“I love you,” he whispered, planting a soft, sweet kiss on her shoulder.

“I love you too,” she murmured and leaned forward to kiss his lips as both their eyelids flickered with exhaustion.

“That was wonderful,” he said, swiping her bangs from her face and pressing a soft kiss to her sweaty forehead. “Definitely the best birthday I’ve ever had… and it’s not even my birthday yet.”

Emma laughed feebly, the sound vibrating through his body as he indulged in the pleasant ache coursing through him. “Good, I’m glad,” she whispered, nuzzling her cheek deeper into his chest. There was a warmth spreading underneath his skin, and he couldn't even dream of anything other than staying right there with her, just snuggling peacefully with no interruptions.

“There’s only one more thing that could make this night even more perfect.”

Emma weakly lifted her head, raising a questioning brow. “What’s that?” she asked, her voice raspy and wrecked, eyes content from their activities.

A gentle chuckle tore from his throat as he lifted a hand to caress her cheek. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m not at all complaining, but…” he paused, swallowing thickly. He probably shouldn’t have said anything, but the thought of celebrating his birthday with a woman whom he had to pretend he wasn’t dating made his heart ache. “But, I think it’s time we tell everyone about us,” he suggested in a serious tone. “The only thing that could make tomorrow absolutely perfect is if we no longer went on pretending we weren’t together.” There was a hopeful spark in Killian’s eyes as Emma held an impassive expression on her face, not saying anything at first. He took her chin in his hand, pressing his thumb just underneath her bottom lip. “Say something, Emma.”

The room was resonating with a perturbing silence, but after a moment, she suddenly pulled away from his arms and pushed away the blankets.

Killian’s heart dropped as she hastily got out of the bed and picked up her robe, slipping it on. He sat up, completely befuddled, feeling dizzy from the quick movement. “Love? Where are you going?”

She appeared to be heated as she tied the belt of the robe around her waist, pulling it with a harsh, purposeful tug. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?” There was a resentful bite in her tone, her green eyes wide with fury.

“Excuse me?” he asked, utterly perplexed as to why she was so upset.

Emma scoffed, and she made a gesture with her hands to lead his eyes around the entirety of the room. “Here I spent weeks worrying about your birthday and wanting to do something special for you… I made a fucking trail of rose petals and lit fifty fucking candles for you, and I bought ridiculously expensive lingerie… I even—” Her voice squeaked and she paused briefly before continuing again. “I gave you every part of me, and all you can say is, ‘I don’t want to pretend we’re not dating anymore?’”

“Emma, you know I love everything you’ve done… I just meant that us deciding to tell everyone would make my birthday even more perfect. Please come back to bed,” he called softly, patting the spot next to him.

To his dismay, this only seemed to anger her even more. “Well that’s funny because I don't remember deciding that.”

Killian started gritting his teeth, and he pushed the blankets away, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and picking up his boxers as he cursed underneath his breath. Why was she so upset by the idea? “Well maybe it’s time you did decide,” he suggested brusquely, standing up and pulling on his underwear.

“How many times do I have to tell you that I’m not ready to tell them?! Don’t you think that when I am, you would be the first to know?!”

“Love, we’ve been together for almost five months now. How much longer do you think we can keep this a secret?” he asked in irritation as they exchanged heated gazes fueled by anger. Emma stared at him for a moment in silence as he picked up the rest of his clothes and got dressed in a frazzled haste. Grabbing his prosthetic hand from the nightstand, he secured it back on his arm.

Eventually she sighed and started to walk towards him, her features a little smoother. “I just need a little more time, that’s all,” she spoke softly, closing the distance between them. “But we’ll tell them, I promise.”

Killian was stunned in his place. He couldn’t believe she was still holding back on him. He couldn’t believe they still had to hide from his brother and their friends. He was sick of it, completely exhausted at this point.

Emma reached out for him after he finished pulling on his t-shirt and she tried to grab his hand, but he pulled it way. Her eyes flickered in confusion, her mouth falling slightly in surprise.

“I can’t do this anymore,” he blurted out. “Milah did the same thing to me, she made the same promises, but I’m done with being a dirty little secret. After we met, I told you I didn't want just part of you, I wanted the whole thing.” Killian scanned her features, his eyes swarming with sorrow and degradation. “And guess what, hiding from our friends and my brother, and not being able to hold you in my arms when we’re around them…” he managed, his words breaking and tainted with the pain weakening his body as he attempted to finish, “well this doesn't feel like the whole thing to me.”

There was a torrent of regret pooling in her emerald depths as he headed for the door passing her coldly. “What are you saying, Killian?” she asked, her face completely pale, astonishment etched in the lines of her forehead.

Killian’s eyes were hooded and his heart clenched painfully in his chest. This was the last thing he ever wanted to do, but he knew he had to. “I’m saying you no longer have to worry about being ready to tell everyone about us because,” he opened the door, a gutted expression embedded in his features as he looked back at her, trying to swallow down the pain he felt, “there’s no longer anything to tell. We’re over.”

With those words said, Killian turned and left the bedroom, making his way to the front door.

“Killian, wait!” she cried out after him, her voice throttled, but he kept going, ignoring her words.

His heart ached and he felt completely nauseous, but he knew he had to end it. He wanted to be with someone who was proud and happy to tell the world she was with him. But Emma… she wasn’t that person. And possessing knowledge of this… well, it hurt like hell.

Killian stepped out of her apartment, letting out a long, depleted sigh from his lips as he dragged his hand over his face, releasing the weight of emotions that were heavy on his heart. He couldn’t believe after the way the evening had begun, this was how it ended. Killian turned and placed his prosthetic hand on the door as his right hand lingered on the knob in hesitation. Was he making a huge mistake?

No, his mistake was going through with Emma's plan and letting her keep their relationship a secret. Killian finally willed himself to walk away and he took the elevator down to the first floor and headed for the bar. His phone rang a few times. But he didn't bother to answer it, let alone find out who was calling him.

He hadn't been to the bar in months, and he hadn't had much to drink other than an occasional beer and a few mai tais on the fourth of July, but he found it easy to fall back into the habit he'd tried to rid himself of since he'd met Emma.

He tried to drink his pain away. He threw back a few rums, letting the burn of the amber liquid slide down his throat as he tried to forget the images of their earlier activities. He tried to forget how good Emma felt in his arms, he tried to forget how just one gentle touch from her soft hands on his body could relax him and make him feel sane again when he was stressed. He tried to forget how passionately he loved her and kissed her and made love to her like nothing in the world existed or mattered. She had been his rock who kept him grounded, but now she was like the dust filtering through his fingertips.

He was such a bloody fool.

Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was the heavy sting in his heart which hurt so badly he couldn't take it, but Killian eventually stood from the stool and made his way to the apartment building. He took the elevators to his floor, deciding how stupid this all was. He’d told her he’d wait for her. He’d made promises, and he couldn't just walk away from those promises He needed Emma, he didn't want to be apart from his sweet, beautiful flower.

So he made a choice to go back to her apartment and make things right. His vision was starting to get a bit blurry; he’d drank more than he thought, or maybe the effect was stronger because he was no longer used to drinking rum. He focused on getting to her though, even if he had to stumble along the way. His eyes were trained on the door as he began to reach for the doorknob to open it.

“Killian…”

The voice made him cringe, and his blood curdled, his heart dropping once more. He didn't think his night could get any worse… that was until he turned around and his eyes were met with the ones of the familiar woman standing on his doormat—the one who had previously ripped his bleedin’ heart out of his chest and crushed it in her hand.

“Milah?” He blinked a few times to make sure he wasn't hallucinating or imagining things. But that only made things worse, because he started seeing two of her. He wobbled closer until the two figures started drifting together and became one so he was only seeing one of her again.

As the woman stepped closer, meeting him half way, he knew what he was seeing was real.

Her hands were in the pockets of her coat as her lips tilted a little into a small smile, offering him a shrug. “Happy birthday, Killian.”
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