Scandalous Past

by A H S Salt

  He was right, it was easier for me to run than face my issues upfront, but I wasn’t willing to back down.

  “Take me home!” I demanded, making my way into the bedroom.

  I pulled on the clothes and converse then my Mac jacket, before lifting my bag heading out of the room. Cillian’s hand gently curled around my waist, preventing me from passing him. I stubbornly refused to look up. He brushed my hair aside, tucking it behind my ear.

  “Look at me Jessica” He coaxed, his voice was thick and demanding. His sexy voice made me want to go on my knees and look up at him while sucking him off. Only I refused to cave. I refused to give him what he wanted.

  I shook my head side to side.

  “Jessica… look at me” He demanded once more.

  Damn it! With a shaky inhalation, I stared up at him. My cheeks flushed as he held my gaze. He smirked and said, “I want to fuck you, right now.” He had me ready to drop everything just to have him. Only my stubbornness was rearing its ugly head.

  “Another day!” I announced, feeling rather smug with myself, knowing that he wanted me. The energy between us more intense than before.

  He stood calmly, as I backed away.

  Fuck! He’s so good-looking.

  I don’t think I’ve ever been so attracted to another man, the way I am to him. I walked straight towards the living room window, dropping my bag on the floor next to me as I stood staring out, and waiting for Cillian to get dressed.

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  SCANDALOUS PAST

  CHAPTER 5

  I allowed my eyes to wander over the city, the morning haze had lifted, giving me a clear view of the crashing waves, folding over one another in the bay.

  I smiled, captivated by The City by the Bay one of many nicknames that San Francisco goes by. I was completely mesmerized by all the different shapes of the buildings some overshadowing others. But this building overlooking them all.

  “Come with me, Jessica.” Cillian softly said.

  I turned to the sound of his voice. He grabbed his keys and wallet out of the wicker basket, at the far end of the kitchen breakfast bar. He wore dark blue jeans, paired with brown leather boots. His black long-sleeved top slightly rolled up to his elbows.

  “Leave your bag here. I want to show you something.” He insisted, waiting for me to follow him.

  He held the door waiting for me to exit, then guided me to the elevator. He gently placed his hand on the base of my back.

  His touch had me closing my eyes while butterflies fluttered in my stomach.

  Upon entering the elevator, Cillian placed a key into a small opening and turned it around revealing a small compartment. He pressed the single button sitting within it.

  The elevator started to ascend.

  “Where are you taking us?” Questioning where it was going to go, having noticed it wasn’t any of the keypads that lead to numbered floors. We stood a foot width apart. The sweet smell of his cologne lingered through the air.

  “Patience Jessica” Cillian encouraged. He knew me so well. I am impatient that is one of the bad traits I have.

  As the elevator came to a smooth stop, I was angry with myself for holding back on him, if I could only overcome my stubbornness to have what I wanted - that was my only downfall and at times I frustrated myself at not backing down.

  The doors opened and Cillian stepped out.

  Stepping out beside him, I realized we were on the rooftop. We walked around the pool that was at the center of the roof. There was a couple of Navy lounge chairs to the side, neatly placed under a matching umbrella that was attached to the middle of the wooden table

  I walked over towards the edge. Wooden panels' chest-high were placed in front of the glass for privacy. If anyone was afraid of heights this was most definitely a building that they would not want to be on - but I was captivated.

  “I can see even more of the city from up here.” I turned around to see Cillian already behind me.

  “I noticed you had allowed yourself to get lost in the view from downstairs,” He said calmly, looking over my shoulder to admire the city.

  “It’s beautiful!” In awe of the scenery and unable to say anything else. I turned, closing my eyes allowing the cool morning breeze to brush against my face.

  Cillian stood behind me, slowly wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me closer to his chest. We just stood quietly taking in the spectacular view, allowing the minutes to escape us.

  Some time had passed, giving us time to relax and for the tension to leave us.

  “I should take you home,” Cillian announced.

  Not wanting to leave but knowing I would need to see Macey at some point. We started to turn back. I linked my arm within Cillian’s and rested my head against his shoulder as we stepped into the elevator “If this was my apartment building. I would be up here every day,” I told him.

  “Not everyone has the pleasure,” He answered back.

  He inserted the key but didn’t press the button.

  I frowned “Why not?”

  “I own this building. And it’s not in the lease agreement.” He casually stated.

  Pivoting on my heels “Wait! You own this building?” I asked inhaling sharply, taken aback by his words.

  “Yes,” Cillian nodded.

  “Then why not allow access to the rooftop?” I asked curiously.

  “It’s where I go when I’m stressed or need time away from people.” He explained.

  “So… no one’s ever been up here with you?”

  “You’re the first. I noticed how you admired the city. I always find myself doing the same thing. It felt right to show you.” Cillian replied as he softly placed a kiss on my forehead.

  I turned and observed from our confined space how the building overlooks the others. Knowing no one could peer down to watch.

  “So, we could have sex in the pool, or anywhere up here and no one would see us?” I asked.

  When he didn’t answer I stared up at him. His expression showed he was unsure how to answer the question.

  “Do you want to have sex in the pool”? Cillian finally said.

  I smiled. Taking a second to imagine us having sex in the water with my legs wrapped around him.

  “I want more sex! When we do eventually get around to it again. I want it anywhere and everywhere.” My thoughts ran wild from every sex position possible in the pool.

  “Jessica!” He growled my name. Cillian’s hand wandered to the keypad on the elevator and pressed for the 20thth floor. He moved quickly.

  He pushed me hard up against the paneling.

  Unable to say anything, he greedily fucked my mouth with his tongue. Our hands tugged at one another’s clothing desperate to explore each other. The elevator stopped within minutes, forcing us to come up for air. Cillian’s hand reached for mine, as we darted towards his apartment. I dropped my Mac coat to the floor the second we entered, refusing to hold back any longer. Cillian stood in front of me, he slowly began pulling up my t-shirt. I allowed him to be the one to take it off.

  My hard nipples grew visible through the skimpy lace material. The sound of my heart thumping, beating out of my chest caused excitement to course through me at the thought of this happening again.

  “Lead the way into the Living room,” He ordered, his voice rough and luring. If he was to order me on my knees, I would most likely do as I was told just to please him.

  I turned and made my way to where he had asked me to go, aware of him watching me. I deliberately took my time unbuttoning my jeans before slipping them off, stopping in the exact spot where we had admired the view together.

  “Take everything off!” He said. I frantically stripped out of my undies, standing wearing nothing but my sassy smile for him.

  I kept my eyes on him, not moving from his stare, as he stripped out of his clothes.

  With the urge to lower my stare to his body.

  “Uh, uh!” He tutted “Eyes on my eyes, or you don’t get anything,” H
e said seductively. He must have known I wanted him - to tease me as he had promised made me want him more.

  “You’re teasing” I pouted back, pointing out the obvious.

  “I warned you. I was going to enjoy teasing you, Jessica” His words were soft. He lifted me in his manly arms.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck, his fingers were so close to slipping inside my sex.

  Kissing me passionately he held me close to him, the teasing of his tongue had my cunt moist and throbbing, needing him to take me now.

  “Please, don’t tease” I begged.

  He carried me over to the fireplace releasing his mouth from mine. Freeing his hold of me to allow me to stand. My feet curled around the shag pile rug. Standing inches apart, I could feel his warm breath against my skin. Cillian’s fingers skimmed my nipples, tweaking them between the tips of his fingers.

  Slowly moving his hand lower, my breathing became moans as he moved roughly over the molds of my sex, exposing my clit to his touch. Clenching my core muscles, the sensitivity was building in between my inner lips. I let out a lingering moan as he slipped two fingers into my opening, moving them back and forth while his thumb roughly massaged over my clit, with a rhythm that had a feeling building, pulling me closer to an orgasm.

  “Fuck...!” I panted.

  “Your perfect Jessica” He whispered in my ear, complimenting me as he moved his fingers deeper, teasing me even more.

  Loud moans escaped me, for I was unable to hold back anymore.

  My body began convulsing as an intense orgasm rippled through me. My arms gripped around his neck tighter as it consumed my body. Grinding against the movement of his fingers, I groaned, riding out the overwhelming toe-curling sensation. It felt like minutes but could only have been about ten seconds.

  I stood with shaky legs catching my breath. Cillian gently released his fingers.

  “Taste.” He demanded, holding up the fingers he had deep within me.

  I slowly moved my mouth up and down. Sucking, swirling my tongue around his fingers tasting my sweet come. There was something so naughty about the way he made me taste myself. It had me yearning for him.

  “Does that taste good?” He whispered, with a need to know.

  “Mmm” Was all I could offer as an answer; my body was still trembling from the aftershocks of the orgasm he had brought upon me with his fingers.

  “Lie down” He urged.

  I didn’t hesitate to do as he asked. I laid back on the thick shag pile rug. Legs opened wide, looking up at him as he towered over me. He bent down covering my neck in kisses, then began working his way down my body. My breathing becoming erratic from his gentle touch.

  I arched my back as he sucked hard on my nipples going from the right to the left teasing them, biting them.

  His mouth teased with a promise of delivering. Tracing kisses, further down until his head was in between my inner thighs.

  “Please...!” I begged for him to fuck me. His tongue glided over my inner lips, licking several times until he teased my clit more by sucking harder.

  “Fuck me. Cillian please...!”

  Reaching intensely pleasurable heights my body has ever been exposed to, my fingers roamed over his hair tugging, urging him to come to me. He reached for something. I lifted my head to look, his hands grabbed my wrists binding them. I lay still as he roughly tied my hands with my panties, twisting the material twice.

  He held my hands above my head, gripping the material tight, his rock-hard dick lay between my thighs.

  “Jessica, you don’t realize how long I’ve waited for you” His words had me searching his face. As we both locked eyes, he pushed his cock deep inside me. My sex clenched tightly around him as he explored me with piercing blows.

  My legs tangled around his body, grinding against his movement, allowing me to feel every inch of his thickness.

  “Right there. Don’t stop!” I whimpered, the feel of his raw shaft taking pleasure from my cunt had me ready to cave and give him what he wanted from me.

  My body began trembling, energy surging in all the soft spots of my loins in such a short space of time. My body reacted to his touch in a way I hadn’t known was possible.

  My legs began shaking. Loud grunts escaped us both. Cillian lowered into me, laying his forehead against mine as he plunged deeper. Our breathing became faster as we both reached climax together.

  I wrestled with the panties binding my hands, freeing them, digging my nails into Cillian’s back as my cunt tightened around his dick. He released low pleasurable groans as he filled me with warm spurts of semen. His movements become slower, making sure he emptied every drop of his essence into me, before pulling out.

  Both of us collapsed on each other’s side, the touch of his skin against mine had me fading into him. Exhausted, I draped my legs over his, laying together in the midst of our sex session.

  An hour or so later, we approached Cillian’s Black Jaguar XF, he was quick by my side holding the door open, allowing me to slide into the luxury cream leather interior. He closed the door and walked around the front of the car, presenting me with time to admire him.

  I was feeling rather giddy at having just fucked the man I had several hot dirty dreams about over the years. Shifting in my seat, I couldn’t stop the smile from washing over me.

  Cillian sat in the car, both of us turned to each other at the same time. My heart fluttered at his intense stare.

  “I don’t think Riley will be too pleased to find out I have fucked his sister,” Cillian said, as he started the car, followed by a nervous chuckle.

  “We don’t have to tell him - or anyone,” My tone soft and calming, reassuring him.

  I relaxed into my seat as we waited to pull out of the underground parking lot. I was happy I had gotten Cillian but an unsettling feeling was taken over as to how my brother would take the news.

  “Jessica, I want more than just sex! There’s something about you that makes me want more.”

  He said it in a way that forced me to turn to face him. I noticed he had the chance to pull the car out into the gaps between passing traffic. Yet he was still watching me, trying to figure me out.

  I gazed, admiring his lips, as they parted slightly in anticipation, waiting for me to say something.

  “I get it! It’s the same for me too.” I looked down at my hands on my lap, my fingers nervously touching.

  Cillian pulled away. “I’m still listening.” He replied.

  “I’ve always wanted you Cillian, but we can’t hurt Riley.” I turned my head away to look at the strangers that hurried along the sidewalk. Everyone is always in such a rush, even on Sundays in the city.

  We crawled to a stop, waiting at a set of traffic lights. Sitting back relaxing into the leather seat, I closed my eyes at the thought of how disappointed my brother would be with me.

  Cillian held my hand, entwining his fingers with mine.

  “No one is going to hurt anyone Jess” Cillian replied, trying his best to settle my nerves.

  “But you’re right” I cut in “Riley will either be so angry and stop talking to both of us or he will think we slept together to get back at him for sleeping with Macey! I can’t risk him losing you, or me losing him.” I turned to look at him. Unsure if the risk was worth taking a gamble on. Suddenly my excitement turned to worry.

  He smiled “We will cross that path when we come to it, but right now. Let’s just enjoy what we have” He held my hand up and pressed his lips against it.

  His words followed by his touch left me smiling.

  Whatever it was between us, the feeling of it being ours felt like a dirty secret. One that turned me on at the very thought of it.

  Being only a short drive away from my apartment, I sat back to take in the scenery.

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  SCANDALOUS PAST

  CHAPTER 6

  “Can I see you tonight?” Cillian asked, as we slowly pulled up just outside my apartment. The sound of leaves crunching under t
he rubber tires had my eyes focusing on the pretty colors as the maple leaves descended from the trees onto the pavement.

  “I would like that” I smiled, glancing at him.

  “Good, me too”

  Turning the engine off Cillian twisted his body slightly to face me. He cupped my face to get my attention, caressing my cheeks with the pads of his thumbs, his mouth pressed against mine. The second his skilled lips touched mine my eyes fluttered shut. My hands skimmed over his strong arms, through his hair. I was manic in my movements, wanting to feel him, touch him. Have him.

  He groaned as I deepened the kiss. Sexual tension crackled in the air. I was sure if he was to rip my clothes off we would’ve had sex right there in the car, shielded only by the tinted windows from prying eyes.

  Panting, his forehead touched mine, forcing our lips apart.

  Cillians’ phone beeped. He sighed, apologizing before drawing his attention away from me, he reached into his pocket, pulling it out and swiping over the screen.

  Resting back against the leather, I pulled down the visor, checking myself out - swollen lips from his beard and flushed cheeks was not a good look on me.

  “How come you have that - I’m hot twenty-four-seven look” I turned to him and made a face “And I get the hot mess look?” When he didn’t answer, my gaze dropped to his phone.

  “Cillian?” I spoke softly. He looked at me, his eyes cloudy with worry.

  I frowned “Is everything okay?”

  My question was met with a blank stare.

  He looked down at his phone then back to me.

  “Yeah, everything is fine,” He said vaguely stashing his phone in his pocket “Nothing I can’t handle” He reached over and touched my cheek gently. Only I wasn’t convinced that he was okay. There was visible stress on his face. Tension In his eyes.

  “Ready?” He asked letting go of my hand, directing my attention to my apartment building.

  “As ready as I’ll ever be” Only it was a lie. I was unsettled at the thought of seeing Macey after everything that happened. We both stepped out of the car at the same time. The early fall breeze forced me to tighten my grip on my Mac. Cillian walked around to meet me, placing his hand firmly on the base of my back. He turned his head to look behind as if he was looking for someone. He scanned every inch of my apartment grounds. His body tensed up as he peered all around. I glanced over my shoulder, I expected to see someone approaching, only there was no sign of anyone. Just cars passing the street behind us.