"We shouldn't…"

The hollow words disappeared into the still air of the loft.

His lips were on her neck, his fingers clawing at her tights and underwear, dragging them over her thighs impatiently. Blunt fingernails scraped across her skin, making her gasp and shudder.

Pressing her chest up into him, she dug her fingers into his hair, taking a firm hold of those eternally disheveled locks. The layer of scruff he wore was now scratching her breasts as he worked lower and she silently thanked herself for this morning's decision to wear this dress - the one with the short flirty skirt and the low neckline (the one she had not noticed he found particularly appealing…)

Soon her tights and underwear were tossed to the floor his fingers joined his mouth, licking an eager path along the edge of the dress until he reached inside and pulled out one breast. A cool flush ran over her, until his finger and thumb began to work at her dusky pink nipple and it quickly hardened - bringing along with it a rush of heat between her legs.

"Mary Margaret…"she began to protest, instantly silenced when his mouth clamped down on her skin, his tongue circling her firm peak as he suckled at her breast. A shot of electricity ran down her body straight to her core and God, she needed him right now more than she'd needed anything ever before.

"School doesn't finish for another 15 minutes love,"he replied, in an almost offhand manner as he slid the dress down over her other breast, kneading it softly until she let out a whispered curse. He rubbed his face against her again; lips searching for the unconquered peak, while his hand slid once up her thigh. So close…

But then he paused, pulling back a little. She was panting, the wall at her back, the only thing keeping her standing. "What the hell?"she gasped.

His tongue ran over his lips and his eyebrow rose in that suggestive way that she secretly loved –though she'd never admit that to him. He didn't say anything, merely curved the edge of his mouth into a mischievous smile, before hooking one arm around her waist and hoisting her against his hips. She instinctively wrapped her legs around him, eyes rolling shut as she felt just how much he wanted her, his cock pressing at her clit through the thick layer of denim. It felt so damn good.

Just as quickly he was laying her down - hand back on her thigh, lips pressed to her chest, cool metal of his hook dragging slowly down her arm. She looked up, momentarily confused until she realized where they were.

"My room's upstairs, Killian."

"Too far,"he whispered, fingers now tracing the edges of her folds. She could feel just how wet he had made her and she silently cursed her own body for being so subservient to his ministrations.

"But this is Mary Margaret's bed-"she was cut short as his thumb found her clit and began to rub against it in tight little circles.

"Needs must be met, love,"he answered, his teeth scraping her soft pink lip, a finger pressing against her entrance; the overwhelming urge to have him consume her blanking out all other thoughts.

"Fuck,"she murmured as he slowly dipped his finger inside and the well of heat in her stomach began to throb and grow.

"So wet Emma,"he purred into her ear, his tongue flicking out and tracing that little spot behind her ear that had her cramping around him in delicious anticipation. "Do you want me to fuck you now?"

Each luscious word dripped off his tongue - sweet as honey, smooth as silk - making her stomach clench tighter in expectation of what was to come.

"Yes,"she replied, barely a whisper, too distracted by the feelings that were swirling inside to form coherent thoughts.

Then another finger was thrusting inside her, curving at that spot that made the room darken and bright sparks appear at the edge of her vision. Her hips ground into the bed, her feet scrambled for his legs, trying to pull him closer. "Please…"she whined. Her back arched, she tried to press their bodies together as she reached up and ran her fingers roughly through his hair, tugging until he looked up.

"Well, if you insist,"he smirked. But she could see the unbridled lust in his eyes - the way his pupils had grown wide, almost wiping out the blue and the intense, fiery gaze that made her feel utterly desired.

"Fucking pirate,"she muttered, watching as he lay on his hooked arm and undid the fly of his jeans, pulling out his cock and giving himself a couple of quick strokes, before he crawled over her - in such a sexy, confident way that made her stomach shift in anticipation.

"You fucking love it,"he teased, rubbing the thick, hot top of his erection against her. She bit on her lip, wrapping her hands around his neck, pulling him down into a rough, messy kiss, curving up her hips up until he was just starting to enter her.

"Christ,"she moaned. The stretch felt so damned good. So tight and full…She struggled to loop her legs around him, finally gaining some traction that allowed her to tug him closer, making him thrust his hips into hers as she whined. She felt so goddamned full.

Greedy for more, she squirmed against him, seeking that spot inside her that made her toes curl and her eyes see stars. She clenched her muscles, squeezing him tighter.

"Minx,"he growled, tugging her lip between his teeth, circling his hips until he plunged into her and began to thrust. Hard. Fast.

Fuck, it felt incredible.

Lying on her mother's bed, dress pulled half off, fucking the hottest man she had ever been with in clear view of a door which could open at any time, made her feel wild and free and wicked.

Every sensation was magnified. He felt thicker, and longer, and hotter than before as he lay inside her, making her feel so achingly complete that she wanted to crawl into herself and stay in this feeling forever. Every movement he made had her lurching towards the edge, the friction and the slide and the scratch of his jeans against her thighs all working together to leave her panting and begging.

"Killian…Please…Oh God…"

He relentlessly worked his hips, giving her no respite. "Do you know how you feel, clenched around my cock like a vice? You feel like heaven sweetheart. Hot, wet, tight heaven."

The words had her stomach rippling in pleasure. God she loved it when he talked during sex.

"Tell me more,"she panted, digging her nails into his skin, struggling for a tighter grip as a slick sheen of sweat formed over her skin.

"You're such a libertine, love. Tits out, skirt around your waist, getting fucked on your own mother's bed-"

Her breathing hitched and she looked up into his eyes, she tried to speak but the words wouldn't form. She was blank, empty of thoughts. All she could think of was him and how he was making her feel.

His hand found its way to her ass and he began to squeeze the soft flesh.

"Such a wanton thing."

Now his speech was coming in shuddered spurts. He was losing control. She was making this man -this cocky, self-assured, sexual deviant turn into a quivering mess. And hell she loved it.

He took a deep breath and she took the chance to tighten her legs and roll them over, quickly settling down on his hips, taking him just that little bit deeper.

Palms on his chest, she began to rock against him, almost recklessly, letting herself get lost in the sensation. She was using him, searching for that tug and burn and warmth…

The feeling inside multiplied quickly. Leaning over him, she pushed her breasts into his face and he obediently attached himself to her, licking her nipple and sucking - just the right side of hard.

"Oh god I'm coming,"she warned, her movements becoming less coordinated, more erratic, quicker, faster…

Chasing her release, she balled her fingers in his shirt. His breath was hot on her skin and he was bucking up into her.

She wasn't sure how much more she could take.

The tension broke with a final circle of her hips. The delicious cramping pushed wave after wave of pleasure through her limbs that quickly turned into a cool buzz on her skin - a tingle almost, electric.

He was still moving beneath her, drawing out her sensations, until he grabbed her hips, pushing up hard, and froze. A strangled moan escaped his lips, followed by an incoherent, muttered curse. A warm, pleasant buzz started to flood her body. Calm. Peace. Satisfaction.

For a few moments, she let herself stay still, enjoy the aftershocks of her orgasm and the feel of him inside her. Then she reluctantly disentangled their bodies, reaching down and kissing his cheek before she pushed herself to stand, picking up her tights as she stumbled towards the bathroom.

A few minutes later, refreshed and fully dressed once more, she stepped back into the living area. She froze.

There was the guy she had just fucked (well and truly fucked) sitting at the dining room table as her mother filled the kettle.

"Hi Emma, I got out of school a little early. Power outage. Tea?"she asked, holding up the kettle. Wordless, she nodded and walked towards the two.

When she reached the table, her eyes flickered towards the bed where she'd been only minutes earlier. The covers were a little ruffled and her shoes were still where she had left them, discarded by the wall.

Her cheeks flushed.

She sat down next to Killian as her mother turned to put the kettle on the stove. Quickly, he shot her a look - a wicked smile followed by a quick wink.

Bloody pirate, she thought, even as her stomach flipped thinking about what would have happened if they had gone on just a little longer.

And weirdly, the thought didn't scare her. It excited her. The thought of being caught filling a previously unknown craving for danger.

And as they sipped tea and talked about their days, she began to make a mental list of places.

Oh this was going to be fun.

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