Passion Restored

by Carrie Ann Ryan

  She tasted of coffee and sugar, and he knew he could drown in her if he weren’t careful. The kiss might have started out hesitant, but it was anything but by the time she pulled away, going to her knees in front of him.

  “You don’t have to. Not this time. Your knees are going to get hurt on the tile.” He ran his hand through her long, blonde hair as she undid the button on his jeans before slowly unzipping him.

  “I want to. And don’t worry about my knees, Owen. Just worry about what I’m going to do with your cock.”

  His eyes widened at that statement before crossing. She rubbed her hand over him through his boxer briefs, a little smile playing on her face. Damn, he wanted to know what she was thinking just then, but all thoughts flew from his mind as she kissed the tip of him through the cotton.

  “I love that you can feel the piercing through your underwear,” she said softly before looking up. She was a fucking naughty angel on her knees, and he knew he’d have to be careful before he blew his load too early. “Of course, I also loved the feeling of your piercing inside me when you were fucking me. So, apparently, I have a thing for it.”

  His hand tightened in her hair. “Oh, yeah?”

  She licked her lips. “Yeah. And the ink on your side? I love it. I’m so glad the incision didn’t touch it, and the bruising is lightening up so I can see more of it. Oh, and the way you raise your brow and the ring looks all sexy? I could totally get off on that. Just saying.”

  Owen swallowed hard, trying to control himself. While he liked talking dirty in bed—or in the kitchen this time—he’d never been with a woman who liked talking dirty back. He’d been missing out because, holy fuck.

  “I love your mouth,” he said suddenly. “Not just because it’s really close to my dick, but because I love the things you say. You could probably get me off just from your words alone.”

  “Ditto, Owen. Oh so ditto.” Then she reached in and pulled him out so she could lick the tip.

  “Fuck.” He took a deep breath and gripped the base of his cock before pulling away. “I need to take out the piercings if you’re going to suck me off, babe. I don’t want to hurt your teeth.”

  She shook her head. “As long as you stay still and don’t fuck my face, I’ll be careful. I promise.”

  His knees shook like a schoolgirl’s, but he leaned against the kitchen island so he wouldn’t be tempted to thrust in and out of her mouth. He refused to hurt her, and if she wanted to lick him up like a Popsicle, then he wasn’t going to stand in her way.

  She licked up the side of him, one hand over his at the base while the other cupped his balls. His back tingled, as she squeezed and sucked, taking her time over the tip so she didn’t bang the piercings against her teeth. His breath came in pants, and she sucked more of him into her mouth, her tongue doing wicked things to the underside of his dick. When she pulled away, he used his other hand to play with her hair, careful not to thrust inside her mouth, but damn it, he was too close to the edge.

  She played with him longer, licking and sucking, his body sweating at the exertion it took not to move, but he couldn’t take it any longer. When she pulled away to breathe, he backed up and reached down to grip under her arms so she stood in front of him.

  “I wasn’t done.”

  He kissed her hard before pulling back. “And I need to taste you.” He toed off his shoes and pants before lifting her into his arms, keeping his mouth on hers. She wrapped her legs around him, her jeans pressing over his dick, and he shuddered a breath, knowing he needed to be inside her soon or he’d blow too quickly. “Bedroom?”

  She pointed behind her. “Last one on the left.”

  “My left or yours?” he asked with a grin, kissing up her jaw.

  “Yours. Now move quickly. I want that mouth on me.”

  He kissed her hard and did as she asked before depositing her on the bed, taking note of the nearly unpacked room. He’d care about her furniture and the colors later. Right then, he needed his head between her thighs.

  “You say the sexiest things,” he replied before kneeling between her legs. He somehow tugged her jeans off as well as her shoes before pulling at her panties. He quickly got them both all the way naked so there wouldn’t be any obstacles later. He even tugged the condom out of his pocket he knew was still good since he’d checked on it after he slept with her the first time.

  “Gotta love when you wear cotton,” he breathed, his hands sliding up her thighs. “Keeps you all nice and soft for me.”

  She blushed, pressing her knees together. “I didn’t expect this, or I’d have worn something sexier.”

  “Nothing sexier than you spread before me,” he said honestly. “Now keep those knees up by your head, Lizzie. I’m going to eat this cunt of yours until you come on my face. How does that sound?”

  She didn’t blush this time. Instead, she gripped her knees with her hands and spreading herself for him. “Eat away, Gallagher. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

  Holy hell, he was in for it with this one. “One thing you have to know about me, Liz.”

  “Hmm?” she asked, one brow raised.

  “I love eating a woman out. Fucking love it.”

  She smiled like a cat in cream. “Good, because if you love it that much, you should be good at it. Be a good boy, Gallagher, and make me come.”

  He laughed, loving the blunt way she spoke, before gripping the backs of her thighs and lowering his face. He hadn’t lied about his love for eating pussy. He craved it, needing the taste on his tongue. There was nothing like going down on a woman, knowing she would come right there because you were the one giving her pleasure. Yeah, he loved sex, too, especially when she squeezed his dick dry, but going down on a woman was even better. He got to be the one in control, got to be the one tasting, licking, touching, searching for just the right spot deep inside her that he could play with until she came with a rush. He’d be harder than steel by the end of it, and then he could pump inside her swollen flesh until they both came together.

  Seriously, oral was the best thing ever.

  He licked up her slit, loving the way she was already wet for him. His hands massaged the backs of her thighs as he licked and sucked. Her clit was already swollen and peeking out of the hood, so he sucked on that, too. She called out his name and tried to squirm, but with his hold on her, she couldn’t move away. Instead, he flicked his tongue over her clit until she panted before sucking her lower lips into his mouth one at a time, exploring the undersides with his tongue. She tasted so damn good, and he knew this one time would never be enough.

  “Hold yourself up, Lizzie,” he growled, pressing kisses to each of her inner thighs. “I’m going to need my hands for this.”

  “Ugh…er…”

  Apparently, she was at a loss for words, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit smug at that.

  He spread her with one hand before dipping his tongue deep inside her. She bucked toward him, and he bit down on her inner thigh.

  “Stay still, babe.” An order.

  “I can’t.” A breath.

  “I know.” A growl.

  He speared her with three fingers, curling them up to find her g-spot. As soon as he found it, he rubbed hard, his mouth on her clit at the same time, sucking and licking until she shook under him, calling out his name.

  She came hard, her cunt soaking his hand and down his arm, and he didn’t care. He just licked at her more until she shook again, coming right after the first. He loved how responsive she was, and couldn’t wait to make her come again, this time around his cock. With a kiss to her pussy, he pulled away, licking his fingers while meeting her eyes.

  “Owen.” She tried to blink, but she was too far gone to even make out sensible words.

  He quickly opened the condom and slid it down his length, needing to come harder than he ever thought possible. When he climbed up her body, placing kisses over her side and on her breast along the way, she tugged at his arms, bringing her closer.

 
“That was…” she trailed off, her eyes wide. “Holy God, Owen. I’m going to need you to do that again.”

  He grinned before stealing a kiss. “Whatever you say, babe. Whatever you say.” Then he thrust into her in one move, and she screamed. She was so damn swollen that he knew he wouldn’t last long, but he didn’t care. He’d already had the best pleasure ever by watching her come.

  He pulled out slowly before thrusting back in. She wrapped one leg around his waist before bringing up the other to rest on his shoulder.

  At his shocked look, she laughed. “Pilates.”

  “I’ve never wanted to cry in happiness during sex before, but dude. I think this is going to be amazing.” He laughed before kissing her again.

  Then he moved.

  And she met him for every thrust, every roll of hips.

  And when they both came, his heart raced, and his body grew sweat-slick. He shouted her name, taking her lips with his, knowing this had been far more than sex…far more than the best sex he’d ever had in his life.

  This had meant something.

  And from the panicked look in her eyes, she knew it, too.

  Spent, he turned on his side, his cock still buried within her, and held her close, running his hands down her back. She didn’t speak, but neither did he. He hadn’t planned for this, hadn’t planned on her.

  And for someone like him, that couldn’t end well.

  He just hoped that somewhere, in all his past plans, he found a way to make this work.

  Somehow.

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  Liz threw her head back and tried to catch her breath. It was pretty hard to do that with a dick in her mouth, and Owen’s face firmly pressed between her legs. Her body was too sweat-slick to stay on top of him for long, so they’d shifted to their sides partially with her still somewhat covering him. She’d done a sixty-nine before, but with Owen, using her brain was always a little harder to do, and thinking was usually out the window as soon as their pants were off. Over the past two weeks of them finding every way they could to make each other come, she’d figured that out quickly.

  “I can’t keep this up if you’re going to roll your tongue like that against my clit.” She swallowed, the flavor of him on her tongue. It shouldn’t turn her on as much as it did, but hell, she liked knowing he could taste her, as well.

  He hummed, and she shut her eyes so she wouldn’t come. “My cock is lonely, Liz. It needs your mouth.”

  She rolled her eyes, trying not to smile but totally doing it anyway. He was such a dork in bed, a sexy dork that could make her come with that mouth of his in like two seconds flat. Not to mention that it only took like three seconds with his cock. She was so easy when it came to Owen in bed, and yet her body didn’t seem to care. The fact that she was made it so she wasn’t easy at all when it came to everything outside of bed. She pushed at him daily, and he kept coming back for more. She knew she did it out of fear and a need to protect herself, but hell, he just continued to pursue her, and she kept allowing herself to be caught.

  He did something particularly ingenious with his mouth right then, and she came, thoughts of worries and what the hell she was doing flying right out the window. He rolled them over and crawled over her before she could finish him off and then kissed her, their tastes mingling.

  “I never seem to be able to give you a full blowjob,” she complained, her legs wrapping around him of their own accord. “There was that one time, but it was only because you let me tie you to the bedposts.” He’d tied her up the night before so he’d acquiesced to her teasing with silk scarves.

  She almost came again just thinking about it.

  He shrugged, his eyes brightening. “I get greedy and need this pussy.” He reached between them and cupped her, making her eyes cross again. The man was a genius with his fingers, and it just wasn’t fair. “I at least took out the piercings this time so you could have your way with me.”

  She petted him lazily up and down his back. He might be the most slender of his brothers, but his muscles were sleek, hard, and powerful. “I’m going to miss them inside me,” she said honestly. She’d always been somewhat bold in bed, but Owen brought it out even more in her.

  Owen kissed her softly. “Next time. You can do a whole study on the differences if you’d like.”

  Despite their positions, she giggled. “You’re the one who likes doing things like that, Mr. Organization.”

  He nibbled up her jaw, his tongue darting out to soothe the spots he’d bitten. “You’re a nurse, Lizzie. Science is your thing. Why don’t we try a new position so we can see which one you like best? Then repeat it because repetition is key.”

  “You’re a dork.”

  “But I’m your dork. And your dork is about to fuck you, so pick a position.”

  Your dork.

  It had only been two weeks of them sleeping together, and already he was saying things like that. How could that be okay? How could she have let herself get into this position? With a shaky hand, she pushed at his shoulder so she rolled them over and she was on top. He let her move him easily, his hands resting on her hips as if they were meant to be there.

  Maybe if she stayed on top, she could have a bit of control since she didn’t seem to have any in any other parts of her life.

  From the look Owen gave her, he understood what she was thinking all too well.

  Just one more reason he scared her.

  “You gonna move, or should I thrust up into you.”

  She shook her head, though the thought of him fucking her while she was on top had its merits. However, she needed to grab the reins so she knew she could leave if she wanted to. It was her only illusion of sanity. “I’ll move.”

  Owen gripped her hips harder. “One sec.” He reached over and fumbled around for the condom they’d laid out. They’d each been tested the previous week since oral sex still counted as sex and diseases could transfer, but they were still using condoms since Liz couldn’t be on birth control. Her body was prone to blood clots and every single thing she’d tried in the past, including diaphragms, had led to complications and even hospitalization in one case.

  So unless she wanted to get pregnant—something that wouldn’t be happening ever if she had any say in the matter—she had to use condoms with each and every partner every time they had sex. She’d never had sex without a condom, so thankfully, she didn’t know what she was missing—according to Tessa, anyway—but it was the principle of the matter. One day, her insurance would actually be able to cover tubal ligation for a single woman her age so she could protect her body and choices, but for now, condoms were it.

  And she’d almost forgotten it just now.

  Owen was seriously bad for her health.

  “Put it on me?” Owen asked, his free hand sliding up her wrist. “You okay, babe? Need to stop?” The concern in his eyes speared into her, and she shook her head. This was just fun, sweaty sex. Nothing too personal. She didn’t do personal. Couldn’t do personal.

  “Give it to me,” she said, her voice a little snappish.

  He rose a brow, that damn ring in it looking too sexy for its own good. “I’m about to. But first I need to put the condom on.”

  She held out her hand. “I meant the condom, dork.”

  He grinned. “I love when you call me a dork because I’m pretty sure you’re thinking of cruder words to call me but are trying to protect my little ol’ feelings since my cock is resting next to your pussy. You’re so sweet, Liz.”

  She rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips as she grabbed the condom from him and tore it open. As she smoothed it down his length, wiggling back so she could cup his balls at the same time, Owen let out a groan.

  “I fucking love your hands, babe. You can touch me any time you want.”

  She grinned. “Oh, yeah?” She reached over for the lube they’d used earlier when Owen had wanted to play with her ass a bit and squirted some on her hand. “What if I do this?”

  She reached down to
his cheeks and spread him a bit, using the lube on her fingers to press against his hole.

  “Holy shit,” he breathed. “Well, that wasn’t what I had in mind, but if you want, I’m game.”

  She froze. “Seriously?”

  He rose up on his forearms and gave her a serious look. “It’s fair. You let me play with you with one finger earlier, so why not let you do the same for me? I hear that if you rub my prostate, it’ll feel fucking amazing. And since we both just showered to prep you, I’m game.”

  She let out a breath. She’d only been slightly teasing, but now the idea of doing this seemed sexy as hell. “Okay, then, Owen. Lie back, turn your head, and cough.”

  He chuckled before letting out a long groan as she slowly breached him with her finger. She never thought this could be sexy, but with his hand on the base of his dick and the veins in his arm standing out from strain, she knew she’d never get this image out of her head.

  She rubbed him slightly, finding the spot that sent his body into overdrive. “Here?” she asked.

  “Holy hell. Yeah. There.” He had his head back so she couldn’t see his eyes, and for some reason, she wanted to. “God, I’m about to come just from that, but I’d rather come inside you.” He panted the words, and she bit her lip, slowly working her way out of him.

  When he reached and tugged on her arm, she let him pull her up so she hovered over him.

  “Mouth, I need your mouth.”

  So she gave it to him. Their tongues tangled, their breaths syncing as she kissed him. His hands roamed over her, one resting on her butt, his fingers between her cheeks, the other sliding down to cup her breast.

  “Ride me, cowgirl. Show me what you’ve got.” He smacked her ass hard, and she let out a pained moan. Why did she like that? She sure as hell wasn’t supposed to. “Come on, Liz. I want to see you.”

  She wiggled down slightly before reaching between them to guide him into her. Their eyes met as she slowly sank down, and her breath caught. When the backs of her eyes stung with unshed tears, she blinked them away, annoyed with herself for getting too close, for feeling too much.