My hands went low, dipping to his belt and I noticed is hair was the same color everywhere, and it caught the light. His belt came undone and his pants joined mine on the floor.
Well, fuck. His boxers (black silk) were working hard to contain him. I ran my hands over him and his hips jerked. I was about to remove the boxers when he pushed my shoulders back on the bed and straddled my hips.
I looked up at him and he smiled down at me.
“I’ve wanted to do this ever since the first moment I saw you. You are, simply put, the sexiest librarian I’ve ever laid eyes on,” he said.
“You’re not so bad yourself. And not just because of the accent. I could get off just on you talking.”
“What would you want me to say?” He went back to kissing, sucking and licking various patches of my skin.
“Um, tell me what you’re going to do to me.”
“Let me get your bra off first,” he said, and I boosted myself up on my elbows so he could reach behind me and undo the clasp.
“Well done. You must have had practice.”
“Perhaps.” The bra fell away, and Declan ran his thumbs over my nipples, causing them to rise to meet him.
“First I’m going to spend some time here. Licking your nipples, taking them into my mouth. Biting them until you say my name and beg me to stop and to keep going at the same time. And then I will kiss across your stomach until you can barely stand it. Then I will kiss lower, tasting your sweetness. Burying my face in you. Taking you with my mouth.”
I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my own mouth at that prospect.
“But I should stop talking and start doing, yes?”
“Yes. Yes, yes, yes.” It was the only word I seemed to be able to form as he lowered his mouth to my left nipple. He sucked hard and heat rushed between my legs. Pinching and working my right breast, he had me writhing under him, arching my back and pressing into him to get more.
He licked my nipple and then blew on my skin, causing a riot of chills before he moved on and gave my right nipple the equal treatment. My nails dug into his back and I knew I was going to leave marks, but he didn’t seem to care.
On the contrary, he growled against my skin as he made his way down my stomach. He chuckled a bit when he saw one of the Dr. Seuss quotes above my belly button. The sound vibrated along my skin and I could feel myself getting close already. It had been so long since I’d been with anyone that he could have just breathed on me I would have had an orgasm.
Hooking his fingers in my panties, he inched them down my legs and then tossed them to the floor with the rest of our clothing.
“Hey, no fair—” I started to say that it wasn’t fair that I was naked and he still had his boxers on, but my words turned into gasps as he kissed below my bellybutton and lower, lower . . .
“Oh sweet fucking Jesus fucking Christ,” I said. I probably should have warned Declan that I had a tendency to curse excessively when in the heat of the moment.
Kissing up the insides of my thighs, he glanced up to see my reaction.
“You have a dirty mouth,” he said, but he smiled, so he must have thought it was a good thing. “I like that in a woman. You’re not afraid to tell me what you want, are you?”
“Yes. I mean, no. Oh, God.”
His mouth was still stained by my lipstick as he lowered it.
“I’m going to make you come. Hard. Twice. Or maybe more. We’ll see.” With one slow lick, he had me teetering on the edge and with a few more, everything inside me tightened and released, pleasure and power and heat flooding through my body while wordless sounds spilled from my mouth.
“Three times, then,” he said, getting back down to business, even though I was tender from my first orgasm. I hadn’t come that hard in a long time, and if he was going to make it happen two more times, my body might disintegrate.
The second climax happened on the heels of the first and I begged him to stop and not go for the third. But he just laughed and plunged two fingers into me, thus silencing my protests. With tongue and fingers, he drove me to a third body-shattering, bone-melting orgasm.
He licked me softly as I drifted back down to earth, little aftershocks shuddering through me.
“Was that to your satisfaction?” he said, leaning his head on my thigh. There was the barest hint of a smug smile on his face. He seemed very pleased with himself.
“Uh, yeah,” I said after a few moments of trying to form words. “Yup. Definitely.”
He kissed his way back up my body, straddling my legs again.
“Now would probably be a good time to tell you that I’m not going down on you,” I said. He froze for a moment and then kissed my mouth softly, my scent all over him.
“I don’t mind.”
I started laughing.
“Liar.”
He held himself up with his arms and looked down at me, confused.
“I’m just messing with you,” I said, scooting out from under him. “Lie back. It’s your turn.” He flipped on his back and looked at me as if he didn’t know what to make of me.
“Sorry, that was mean, but I’ll make up for it,” I said as I pulled at his boxers and he lifted his hips so I could slide them off.
I grinned up at him before licking the tip of him, causing his hips to buck and his eyes to slam shut.
“Bloody Christ.”
“Guess I’m not the only one with a dirty mouth,” I said, pulling back and then licking him again. I kept up the little licks before I took him completely into my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat, trying to suppress my gag reflex. Curses burst from his mouth, all groaned in that proper accent. I almost laughed, but my mouth was a little busy as I worked up and down his length, adding my hand to massage his balls and work up and down in tandem with my mouth.
He growled and fisted his hands in my hair, which only turned me on more. I was still fired up from him going down on me, and having him completely at my mercy was fucking sexy.
His movements got more erratic and I could feel that he was coming apart, but suddenly he jerked my face away from his dick.
“You don’t have to do that. Not tonight anyway.”
“Later,” I said, crawling up his body. “Definitely.”
“You might just be the perfect woman,” he said, rolling back over me. “Wait there.” He reached for his pants and pulled out a condom, holding it up so I could see the package before he ripped it open and rolled it on with the speed of someone who had rolled more than their share of condoms on their own dicks. No matter, I wouldn’t have cared if he’d fucked all the models in the Victoria’s Secret catalogue. He was with me right now.
“Missionary all right with you?” he said, poising above me, rubbing his dick over my core.
My only response was to grab his shoulders and pull his mouth down on me as I crossed my legs around him and pushed my hips up to meet him.
Declan entered me with one smooth stroke, thrusting so hard he drove me into the mattress. God, it had been so long. So, so long.
“Fuck, Declan, yes.” He pulled out and thrust again, even harder this time. I hoped he left bruises.
With extreme focus, Declan continued to drive me into the mattress. It was hard and rough and I couldn’t get enough of it. He paused while inside me to lean down and kiss me. I bit his lip and he growled, low in his throat.
“You like it rough, love?”
“Yes,” I said into his mouth, circling my hips. It wouldn’t have mattered what he asked me. Right now, my only answer was yes.
His mouth left me and he resumed his pace, his eyes intense with concentration. Abruptly, he froze, and I thought he’d come, but then he started to thrust again. This time though, it was slow. Slow and sweet, making sure I felt each and every inch.
“Why are you doing this to me?” I moaned, unable to handle the abrupt shift in his movements. With every stroke, he hit just where I needed him to and my fourth climax was only moments away.
“I�
��m close.”
“So am I,” he said, starting to pick up the pace again. At this rate, we might come together. I’d thought that was just a myth, but it might be happening.
“Now,” he said, thrusting into me hard and I let myself go. Orgasm on command.
He pumped a few more times into me and then lowered himself and rolled to the side, slipping out of me.
“That was . . .” I said at a complete loss for words. My body was completely undone. I turned on my side to stare at him. His eyes were on the ceiling.
“Exquisite,” he supplied, turning his head to the side. “Utterly exquisite.”
Declan got up and went to the bathroom to clean himself up while I lay there on the bed and tried to compel myself to move. My willpower had deserted me somewhere around the third orgasm.
Declan strolled back into the room, still completely naked.
“Wait. Stop right there,” I said as he started to climb back on the bed.
“What is it?”
“I just wanted to stare at you a little. I mean, have you seen you? Fuck.” The more I stared at him, the less I could believe he was real and naked and that we’d just had sex.
“So I appeal to you?” He stood up and let me stare. It took a confident man to let a woman do that.
“Could I see you from the back?” I twirled my finger, and he turned slowly, giving me the back view.
“Oh fuck me.” The rear view was just as perfect as the front, even with a few scratches slashed across his skin.
“Sorry about the scratches.”
“Don’t worry about those,” he said, turning back around. “I’m sure there will be more by the end of the night.”
He looked down at himself and it was quite obvious that he was ready to go again.
“Oh, would you look at that,” he said, as if he were commenting on an interesting cloud floating through the sky.
“That looks like something you might want to get taken care of,” I said, sitting up. “Too bad there’s no one here who could do that for you.”
“What a shame,” he said, throwing up his hands and sighing. “I’ll just have to walk around like this for the rest of my life. Finding trousers that fit is going to be difficult. Ah, well.” He stood there and started whistling as if he didn’t have a care in the world.
I lay on the bed and watched him, wondering how long the standoff was going to last.
Declan kept whistling, but his hands clenched and unclenched and then he started cracking his knuckles, one by one.
Wanting to torture him a bit, I moved my hand down my body, drifting over my nipples and down to the juncture of my legs. He stopped mid knuckle crack.
“What are you doing?” he said.
“Just passing the time.” I tried to keep my voice light, but I was so turned on and ready for him to take me again, it wasn’t easy.
Declan ran his hand through his hair and looked at the ceiling, as if begging God.
“Bloody hell.” He crushed his body on top of mine and kissed me hard, our teeth knocking together.
“You’re going to pay for that,” he said, replacing my hand with his.
He did make me pay.
Twice.
“Are they all from books?” he asked as I lay on my back and he inspected my tattoos, moving the sheet that covered me so he could see them.
“Most of them, yes.” One finger traced the outline of the Deathly Hallows on the back of my neck. “I got a bunch done when I turned eighteen. Teenage rebellion and all that. My mother nearly had a stroke.”
“Did she? Is she not a fan of tattoos?” I was drowsy from the sex and the late hour, so answering took a minute.
“No, not at all. Neither is my grandmother. I pretty much wear a habit when I go and visit her so she won’t see how much I’ve done. I’m afraid it would actually kill her.” His fingers paused and then resumed their journey down my back.
“That hasn’t stopped me from getting tattoos, though. It’s addicting. My friend Angie is always getting more done and she begs me to go with her and before I know it, I’ve got another bit of ink in my skin.”
“Does it hurt? When you get them done?” I closed my eyes. It was too much work to keep them open anymore.
“It’s not pain exactly. It’s more like a burning feeling. And a cold feeling at the same time. Sometimes it tickles. Depends on where you’re getting it done.” I could hear my words slurring together.
“Are you tired?” he asked.
“Nope. I’m wide awake.” The sheet came over my back again and I felt warm lips on my forehead.
“Sleep now.”
“Okay,” I mumbled.
Next thing I knew, I was cracking my eyes open and sun was creeping under the curtains. Wait a second, those weren’t my curtains. This wasn’t my bed. Where the hell was I? I turned my head and found myself face-to-face with a gorgeous blonde man. I allowed myself a moment of watching him sleep before panic set in and I sat upright, nearly falling out of bed.
“Shit!”
“What’s wrong?” Declan was immediately awake and alert.
“Um, it’s morning and I’m not at my apartment and I have to get to work.” I looked toward the nightstand and was relieved to see that it was still early.
“Never mind. False alarm. I just can’t be late for work again. Madeline would flay me alive. My boss,” I said, clarifying.
“Oh, that would be a shame. Good morning, by the way,” he said, smiling at me. The sheet was wrapped around his hips, as if he’d tossed and turned.
Running my hands through my hair, I sat back against the headboard. I was probably a mess, and I rubbed my chin to make sure I hadn’t drooled in my sleep.
“Good morning,” I said, smiling shyly at him. “You wore me out last night.” Memories fluttered through my mind. Declan over me, Declan behind me, Declan under me. We’d gone through a few chapters of the Sexual Position Book and I was hoping there would be more.
“And you are lovely in the morning.” I wasn’t, really, but he was being sweet. I drew my finger along a red mark on his shoulder. It almost looked like a bite mark.
“Did I bite you?”
“Several times,” he said, pointing to a few other half-moon marks on his chest and shoulders. I’d done a number on his back as well.
“I don’t even remember doing that. Did I hurt you?” I asked, my face turning red. I didn’t like knowing I got that out of control. What else wasn’t I aware that I was doing during sex?
“No. Not even a little bit,” he said, stretching out, and I realized he was up and at ‘em.
“How can you still be hard?” I pulled back the sheet to make sure.
“Because I’m around you. I think I’ll take a shower. Care to join me?” He strolled toward the bathroom, completely confident in his nudity.
Shower sex?
“Can we order room service after?” I asked, as if I was hesitating.
“Only if I get to eat it off of you,” he called as he turned the water on.
“Then I’m going to need another shower,” I said walking slowly toward the bathroom.
“Then we’ll just have to take another shower,” he said, grabbing me and dragging me under the water.
Declan and I ordered room service, and he had part of the fruit salad off my stomach while I tried to hold still and not laugh too much as he licked me clean.
I also sent Raine a brief text telling her where I was and that I’d see her tonight. Her answer back was all in caps and I could definitely hear her squealing with glee all the way from here.
We got dressed and things became a little awkward. I wasn’t sure how to act around him now. We were still practically strangers, even though we’d shared our bodies.
“So, should I drop you at the library?”
“Yeah, there isn’t time to go back to my place. Thanks so much for . . . everything. Last night and this morning. I guess I wasn’t a cheap date.” Between the food, the hotel room and the
gas, he must be out at least a hundred bucks. Sure, I knew he could afford it. But we hadn’t talked much about money yet, so I shouldn’t know how much he made.
“It was well worth it, Blair. I’d do it again in a heartbeat,” he said, running his hands over my ass and pulling me close. “Will I get to see you again, outside of the library?”
“That might be a possibility. Um, maybe we should do it on a weekend so we don’t have to worry about work.” I definitely wanted to see him sooner, but I didn’t want to seem like one of “those girls”. The kind who would give him a stupid nickname and text him with emoticons constantly and start planning our wedding.
“But what if I can’t wait until the weekend?” He didn’t seem to have any qualms about appearing eager. I kind of loved his confidence.
“Um, I think that could be arranged, but, um, I have, other stuff that I have to do at night during the week.” Oh God, he was going to think I was moonlighting as a hooker.
One golden eyebrow arched. “Entertaining other men?”
“I wish. No, it’s much more boring than that.” Writing smut. I write smut. And I’m using you for inspiration. “It’s nothing. Really. Boring and dull. Very boring. Very dull.”
He laughed.
“The more you talk about it, the more I want to know. But I’ll let you keep your mystery,” he said.
“Thank you.” I didn’t completely believe him. Declan seemed like the kind of guy who would pretend to drop something and then secretly try and find out about it.
“We should get going, yeah?” he said, smacking me on the ass and making me squeal.
“Yeah. I have young minds to corrupt.”
Declan dropped me off five minutes early, leaning over to give me a searing kiss before informing me that he would “ring me later” to chat. I nearly melted into the leather seat, but I managed to get out of the car and stumble to work, my mind full of my night with the British Sex God.
Focusing on work was a challenge, and my body still remembered how Declan had felt inside me. I was also a bit sore and had to move carefully.
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