Ian (O'Connor Brothers #1)

by A. S. Kelly

  I hear her panting and quivering.

  I feel her in my hands.

  I continue to play with her with my teeth and my tongue, as her body resigns itself to my invasion. I let go of one of her legs so that I can feel her with my fingers too.

  Riley shouts. It’s all pleasure.

  My tongue on her. My fingers inside her. I am overwhelmed with desire to have her now, just like this, all for me. To have her trust, her body and all that she’s willing to give me.

  She puts her hands in my hair and pushes me against her.

  She wants more. She wants it all.

  And I’m here to give it to her.

  I push my fingers all the way inside as I go on sucking her swollen clit, excited by her taste and hungry for her skin.

  I feel her shaking against my face and her grip on my hair tightens before she lets out a liberating yell that vibrates all over my body.

  I get up quickly over her.

  “I told you, Riley. I want it all,” I pant, my heart racing a mile a minute, before picking her up in my arms.

  I bring her to the bed, where I’m going to give myself to her completely, and love her without reservation.

  57

  Riley

  He lays me down on the bed, my body quivering, sweaty and excited. My clit is pulsing and inflamed, but ready to welcome him back.

  He undoes the button on his jeans and slides them down his legs. His does the same with his underwear as I stand there, watching him, short of breath. I watch his muscles contract, the veins pop on the back of his hands, in his arms, his shoulders and his neck. I look at the tattoos that cover his side, his abs and the V-lines that run below it. He rests a knee on the mattress and comes dangerously close to me. His dark, burning eyes tell me he’s ready for me, and I, in my silence pregnant with desire, respond to his request, willing to let him have his way with me.

  He bends over my body, resting an elbow next to my head while his hand runs over my curves. He comes towards my mouth and runs his tongue along my lips. I can still taste myself on him and, turned on by it, I open my legs instinctively.

  He slides his tongue into my mouth taking everything with him - my breath, my fear, my insecurities and my pain. Ian takes it all, but I don’t feel empty.

  This is exactly how I want to feel.

  Desired. Wanted.

  Loved.

  His tongue is bossy and so are his kisses. So are the bites he gives me and his hands that run over me. Everything about him is screaming ‘you’re mine’, and just thinking about it, I feel the excitement growing in me like a wave lapping against my body.

  Ian makes his way between my legs. He moves slowly, rubbing his cock against me. I grab his shoulders, ready to feel him inside me, but it doesn’t happen. He keeps moving on me sensually, overwhelming me with his body, his desire and his strength.

  And yet I don’t feel crushed.

  “Do you have any idea how I felt, Riley? Feeling you this way…God, I want to do it all over,” he pants against my skin as he slowly moves down to my breasts.

  He circles my nipple with his tongue. He tickles it and then bites it. I arch my back, and once again reach for his hair. Another bite and I’m pulling on his hair again, invaded by pleasure. He takes me between his lips and looks dangerously at me.

  “I want to know what you like,” he whispers seductively against my chest. “Tell me what you like, Riley,” he comes back up towards my face to capture my lips in a kiss and take my breath away.

  Then he grabs my shoulders and squeezes, me then rolls over onto his back, pulling me on top of him. He runs his thumb along my lip, then speaks again.

  “I’m here for you. Tell me what you want.”

  He grabs me by the hips and sits me on top of his hard erection.

  I let out a cry.

  “Do you like it like this?”

  I nod.

  “You have to tell me, Riley. Do you want me to take you like this?” he says moving his hips against me.

  “Yes,” I cry.

  I feel him pushing inside me as I grab onto his body.

  “God…” he says between his teeth, pulling me down onto him, hard.

  “Now take everything you want, Riley.”

  His request helps me let go, to ride him without inhibition. I move over him. Ian’s big hands caress the length of my back, glistening with sweat. He pauses on my butt cheeks, moving in a rhythm that allows me to set the tempo.

  The feeling of having this power over him liberates me from every reservation I take his shoulders, inviting him to come closer to me.

  “Is this how you want me, like this?” he asks me, embarrassing me. “It’s me, Riley. Don’t hide from me.” He tightens his grip on my bottom. “Look at me.”

  It’s not a request.

  “Don’t leave me.”

  I put my hands in his hair and pull him to my mouth.

  “I’m here,” I tell him, speaking against his lips before capturing them with my teeth.

  Ian moans and I tighten my grip on his hair. He pants against my skin and I feel his beard rubbing against me. Then he bares down on me, taking one of my nipples in his mouth. I throw my head back and continue to move, sitting on top of him, helped along by his hands pushing against my hips as the heat rises quickly between my legs, ready to be rocked by another wave of pleasure.

  He rises to whisper in my ear. “For me.”

  And I do it.

  I yell his name. I cry out and break myself onto him.

  Ian yells a few seconds later, squeezing me tightly, with his face in my neck.

  And he breaks himself onto me.

  We stay as we are for a few minutes, lost in breathing against one another, then we put ourselves back together.

  I’m inside him and he’s inside me.

  Ian stretches out, bringing me with him. I lie on top of him as he caresses my back with his fingertips running along my spine. Then he lets me slide off of him so that I am now under him and he covers me completely.

  “Tell me that everything’s okay,” he says seriously. “Tell me that this time no one’s going to run away or regret this or lose their mind over it.”

  I look at him and smile. “None of those things are going to happen.”

  He exhales and caresses my face with his hand.

  “Riley Murray, you’re breathtaking, you know that?”

  My heart swells in my chest,

  “You’re not so bad yourself.”

  He laughs, rolling onto his back and bringing me with him. I lie down and stretch out alongside him, resting my head on his chest. I caress his pecs, his shoulders and his arms. I hear him sigh every time I change the movement.

  “Do you want to know what I really like?”

  He turns his head to look at me better. I raise my gaze and let myself be taken in by the warmth in his eyes.

  “This. You and me.”

  He exhales deeply as if he had been holding his breath this whole time.

  “I’m begging you, please don’t leave me in the middle of the night.”

  And in this moment, with his eyes as sweet and melancholy as I’ve ever seen, Ian O’Connor takes my heart and I know he’ll never give it back.

  58

  Ian

  I turn myself on the bed, stretching out my right arm and when I feel the cold sheet there, I sit up right away.

  My heart beats wildly in my chest and the agony of solitude rushes at me.

  I take my head in my hands and close my eyes with the hope that I’m just having a nightmare, that I’ll wake up soon and find her clinging to me just as we had fallen asleep together a few hours earlier.

  A noise coming from the kitchen stirs me. I jump off my bed with shaking legs and a racing heart.

  God. I see her.

  She’s still here. Riley is standing there. In my kitchen. In my house. In my life.

  She’s moving around the space, taking two cups and opening the fridge. She’s wearing a shirt. M
y shirt.

  I go to her, trying to calm my breathing down.

  “Hey,” I say but she doesn’t turn around.

  I move her hair and bite her neck. “What are you wearing?” I ask into her ear.

  “I found this shirt on the armchair, hope you don’t mind.”

  “I do mind.”

  She tries to turn to me but I hold her firmly in place. “I don’t like how it looks on you.”

  I slowly unbutton it and let it slide off of her, slipping from her shoulders, and I see her shiver.

  “There we go,” I say, touching her shoulder. “That’s it. I prefer you like this.”

  She laughs. Seriously. Again.

  The sound of her laugh fills my entire world.

  “You prefer me with nothing on.”

  “No.” I place my hands on the counter, trapping her. “I prefer you with me on.”

  I rub my hard dick against her butt.

  “Ian…” the sound vibrates sensually on her lips.

  “Tell me how I survived before, without all of this.”

  I squish her against the counter, my erection pulsing.

  “Tell me that I won’t have to do without it. Tell me now.”

  “Never. Never again,” she says, before pushing her hips backwards, an invitation I don’t resist a second more.

  I grab her by the hips and a second later I’m inside her again. A deep thrust and she welcomes me in a tight grip. I extend myself over her and overwhelm her with my body, which seems to have been designed just to hold hers. My hands slide down her arms, looking for hers. I block her against the counter and push.

  Again.

  I bite her shoulder, then her neck and then let go of her hand and I take her face, pulling it towards me.

  I lick her lips before suffocating her moans with my mouth.

  And I push.

  Her cry mixes with my breathing. I push inside her, I push against her body. I grab her breasts and hold them as I penetrate her again and again.

  I feel her completely in my hands, I feel her running through my veins, my soul and my heart.

  Riley is everywhere.

  I let her merge into me as I continue to push inside her and take what she’s willing to give me. I rub her clit with my fingers and my name escapes her lips.

  “Ian…”

  “What?” I breathe on her neck.

  “Don’t stop.”

  “I wasn’t going to.”

  I go on touching her and moving inside her with long, deep thrusts that make her arch her back towards me. I lift her up and hold her to my chest. I want to feel her skin, her heat, her shivering, her desire. On me.

  Her body crushes against mine, her hips going against my thrusts, her pussy tightening around my cock.

  Her. Mine.

  “For me,” I pant on her skin.

  I feel her quivering against my hand and I accelerate my movements until I feel my dick explode with pleasure as her screams melt together with mine.

  I fall onto her, leaning on her sweaty back, still shaking from the orgasm that almost bent me in two. I lift myself slowly, keeping her pulled against me. I hug her to my body tightly to show her how desperate I am to have her next to me, always.

  When she turns to look at me with her red cheeks and messed up hair. I feel overwhelmed with tenderness. I lift her and take her in my arms, bringing her back to my bed. I lay her down and I kiss her. Slowly, sweetly and desperately. Then, I pull away from her and caress her face. Riley bites her lip. And damn it, she shouldn’t have done that.

  I suck it in my mouth instinctively between my teeth before letting it go.

  “Stay here,” I tell her. “Don’t move.”

  “Where are you going?”

  “To make breakfast, and we’ll eat it here, in bed.”

  She smiles cheekily. “I like eating in bed with you.”

  I smile back.

  “I like eating you.”

  59

  Riley

  I put the phone down and take a sip of coffee. It’s ten a.m. and I’m already exhausted. After all night with Ian, I hardly have the energy to breathe.

  He brought me back home, I took a quick shower and then I ran to the theatre, late and a little dazed after having the best sex of my life.

  He really wanted me. He wanted my body, my mind and my soul. My breathing and my moaning. He wanted me to want it as badly as he did, and to let myself go to him, in every way.

  With him, it’s different.

  Ian is different.

  He’s strong, proud, ridiculously sexy and passionate.

  Ian takes everything. But he gives it all back to me.

  I don’t think I’ve ever felt so desired, so desperately wanted. I felt like the centre of his world and I have to admit that I like being there.

  My mobile rings on my desk. I look at the number and smile happily.

  “Hi,” I greet him, stupid with emotion.

  “Hi. How’s your day going?”

  “Full and stressful. How about yours?”

  “Sweaty, with lots of exercise.” I flush with warmth. “I’m at the gym, I just took a minute to call you.”

  I smile even wider.

  “I’ve got plans tonight, a dinner I have to go to. Do you want to come with me?” he asks hopefully.

  “I’d like that,” I reply, without hesitation.

  “Great. I’ll swing by and pick you up at seven.”

  “Perfect.”

  “We’re going to borrow Nick’s car.”

  “The car? How come?”

  “It’s a gala dinner.”

  “Oh,” I say, a bit shocked.

  “Is that okay with you?”

  “Er, yeah.”

  “Okay, see you tonight.”

  “See you.”

  “Oh, and Riley?” he adds before hanging up. “Last night? I can’t stop thinking about it.”

  I smile as I end the call, feeling emotional and anxious because I was just invited to a gala dinner and God knows I don’t have anything to wear.

  I need to take a break, to run to Grafton Street and I need Ray. Right now.

  Ian gets out of the car and walks around to the opposite side. He opens the door and takes my hand. I accept it and set my high heel on the tarmac. He helps me out, pulling me towards him.

  “God, Riley,” he sighs heavily, closing his eyes.

  “What is it?”

  “Have you seen yourself, by any chance? How the hell am I going to make it until the end of the night?”

  “I d-don’t understand,” I stutter.

  “Do you have any idea how stunning you are?”

  A knot forms in my throat.

  “You’re just…you.”

  I think I could burst into tears.

  He rests his forehead against mine and breathes in next to my lips. His hot breath gets lost in the cold night air but it does manage to warm up my nerves.

  “Are you ready?”

  I nod and bite my lip.

  “Hell no,” he says, sighing heavily. “Don’t do that. Not tonight.”

  “What?”

  “What you just did.”

  I look at him, not understanding.

  “Don’t bite it, Riley or I might not be able to answer for myself.”

  My legs quiver and a heat radiating from down below makes its way north.

  It’s going to be a long night.

  When we get to the hall at the Sheraton, two well-dressed men take our coats and another leads the way through to the dining hall. I follow Ian, holding tightly onto his hand. I’m nervous and out of place – I’ve never been to anything like this before.

  Before entering the room, Ian bends down and comes close to my ear.

  “Everything’s going to be fine. Just don’t let go of my hand, okay?”

  “What…?” I ask, but I can’t finish the question, because the doors fly open and we’re hit full-on with the music, the flashes of photographers and people pushing forw
ard wanting to shake Ian’s hand and tell him how much he’s appreciated.

  Overwhelmed by the situation and feeling exposed, I freeze at the doorway, stopping Ian in his stride.

  He stops and turns to me, worried.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I wasn’t expecting all this.”

  He gives me a crooked smile. “It’s nothing, just a bunch of crap.”

  “A bunch of crap?”

  He shrugs his shoulders. “I have to be here.”

  “I’ve never been to anything close to this, Ian. I feel so uncomfortable.”

  Ian pulls me to him.

  “This is exactly your place, okay? Trust me.”

  He slides his hand down my bare back and my body responds to his touch. “I want you with me.”

  “Hey! There’s the star of the moment! You’re keeping us waiting,” says a familiar voice from behind us.

  Ian sighs and breaks away from me.

  “Hi dickhead,” he greets his brother Nick. “Who invited you?”

  “Good one…” he says, letting his gaze fall on me. “Holy shit,” he exclaims, running a hand through his hair. “Everyone will have something interesting to talk about tonight.”

  “Shut your mouth,” Ian growls menacingly.

  “Riley, you’re—”

  “Knock it off!”

  “I just wanted to give her a compliment.”

  “Don’t.”

  “I see we’re already at the cuddling and hugging stage,” Ryan says joining us. “Riley…” he says by way of greeting, bowing to me.

  “Do both of you really need to be here?” he asks with fake harshness.

  Ryan shrugs. “Are you kidding me? We’re family. We had to be here.”

  “Are they all here?” I ask, looking around.

  Nick and Ryan look at me as Ian replies: “My parents couldn’t be here tonight. My dad’s not in great shape.”

  “Oh,” I say bringing my hand to my mouth. “I hope he’ll be better soon,” I continue, sincerely sorry about it.