This Love

by Kelly Elliott

Wait. Did she just say she’s never blown a guy? Am I her first?

  My head spun when she wrapped those pretty pink lips around me, and I nearly came right then and there. Grabbing the boat, I held on and gritted my teeth while Maebh worked me with her mouth and hands.

  “Fuck,” I groaned, her head bobbing up and down on my shaft.

  This was too much. I was on overload and going to come any second, and she had just started. I’d never had a woman make me feel this way before. With any other woman I was cursing under my breath for this shit to be over with. With my Irish beauty, I didn’t want this to end. I wanted to enjoy every second of Maebh’s mouth on my dick.

  “Fucking hell. Baby…oh, God. Maebh! Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I was so close to the edge it was unreal.

  When her eyes lifted to mine, I lost it.

  “Maebh, I’m going to come! You might want to move away…fuck!”

  She took me in deeper and sucked harder, and I couldn’t hold back. A long groan slipped from my mouth as I dropped my head back. I came so hard I saw stars. She continued to move and swallowed my cum like a pro. I’d always pulled my cock from a woman’s mouth before I came. There was something about coming in a woman’s mouth that seemed…even more intimate than my dick shoved down her throat. I’d never done it before.

  But with Maebh, I was physically unable to pull myself away from those gorgeous lips of hers. I didn’t want to. I wanted her to swallow every ounce I poured into her mouth. I’d never had an orgasm feel so goddamn good, and I was positive I’d never let another woman have me like this…no one except for Maebh.

  When I finally realized her mouth was no longer on me, I dragged my head up and looked at her. Her cheeks were flushed and she was worrying her lip, seemingly unsure if I’d enjoyed that.

  I smiled. I needed a moment to get my thoughts together. Knowing I was the only man she’d ever done that to did weird things to me. The thought of her doing that to someone else nearly made me sick to my stomach.

  I was ruined.

  Maebh O’Sullivan had just ruined me for other women…she’d ruined me forever.

  I had no idea what came over me. One look at Cord sitting there, the cap backward, the smile on his face. The muscles teasing me. I lost control and acted like a horny teenager.

  Chewing on the inside of me cheek, I watched his face. He looked happy…but pained at the same time.

  Shite. I hope I didn’t do anything wrong.

  When Cord opened his eyes and caught mine, he smiled the most brilliant smile I’d ever seen. I felt me stomach flip and me chest squeeze. He tucked himself back into his shorts and the pull in my lower stomach had me wanting him desperately. Wanting him in ways I didn’t even know how to want him.

  “You’ve never done that before?” he asked softly.

  “No.” I cringed and asked, “Was it good?”

  He shook his head in disbelief and then reached for me, pulling me onto his lap.

  “I fucking came within two minutes. It was more than good.”

  Burying my face into his neck, I tried to hide from him. I knew I was blushing.

  “I don’t think I even came that fast with my very first blowjob.”

  Hearing him say that made an ache build in me chest. I knew other women had done that to Cord. Thinking it and hearing him say it were two different things.

  Drawing back, I went to get off his lap, feeling me moment of happiness disperse.

  “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that.”

  Cord pulled me tight against him. Even if I wanted to leave his lap, his hold wouldn’t allow it.

  His mouth was in me hair, pressing a kiss to me head. “Maebh, that was amazing, and I’ve never in my life had an orgasm hit me that hard, that fast, and that strong before. Thank you.”

  Happiness bubbled, and I snuggled deeper into his chest, letting his earlier comment slip away. This wasn’t new to me, dating. Yet, it was new. I’d been in a serious relationship before, but this feeling with Cord was unlike anything I’d ever known. It felt passionate, thrilling, dangerous. Like I was freefalling and I had no control over how my heart was opening to him and what would happen if he broke it in two. One touch and I knew Cord was what I had always wanted, and more importantly, what I had always feared.

  “Cord?”

  “Mmm?” he said into my hair.

  “I really need to get a drink. This taste in me mouth is vile.”

  His body shook with laughter. Not letting go, he reached into the back cooler and pulled out a bottle of water.

  Taking it, I nearly downed the whole thing. I even leaned back and gargled the water, causing Cord to tickle me.

  “It wasn’t that bad!” he said, nearly causing me to pee me pants from laughing so hard.

  “Mercy!” I cried out, pushing Cord away as hard as I could.

  He stood and held his hand out for me to take. “Come on, let’s get back and head to the store. We need food for dinner.”

  “We’re eating in tonight?” I asked, handing back his baseball cap that I had dropped to the floor when I nearly attacked him.

  “Yep. You’re cooking me something amazing.”

  Rolling me eyes, I pushed his shoulder back. “Then you provide dessert.”

  He smirked and pulled me against his body. “Oh, I can handle dessert. Leave that one up to me.”

  Me stomach dropped, and I tried not to let out a moan. I was anxious to see what Cord Parker’s idea of a dessert would be.

  After changing, Cord and I loaded up into me car since it was still parked out front. A quick trip to HEB proved to be a challenge when it came to shopping with Cord.

  “Oh, I love these!”

  Glancing over to see what Cord was holding up, I frowned. “What are those?”

  He looked at the bag and then back to me. “Deep fried pig skins.”

  I snarled. “Gross.”

  “Let’s have some for dinner!”

  “Piss off,” I said as Cord laughed. “What are they even doing in this section?”

  He stared at me, and I knew he hadn’t understood what I had just said. I wanted to giggle. If I spoke too fast for him, he would give me that look.

  I spoke again, this time slower. “Don’t they belong with the crisps?”

  He shrugged. “I have no clue what a crisps is. Looks like someone left them here. Probably a mom who found them in her cart and tossed them out.”

  “Smart mom,” I replied with a chuckle.

  Cord set the bag down. “So, what’s on the menu for dinner tonight, chef?”

  I grabbed some garlic and lemons and headed over to the seafood section.

  “Honey garlic salmon.”

  “Shit, that’s making my mouth water already.”

  Glancing over my shoulder, I smiled. I loved cooking and having someone who appreciated it was nice. My old boyfriend, Sean, thought it was strange that I wanted to cook for him, especially when my parents had a full-time cook on staff. His thought that because we were one of the wealthiest families in Ireland, we should have people cooking for us, not the other way around.

  “What do you have in your basket?” I asked.

  He held it behind his back. “None of your business. You stick with what you’re making, and I’ll stick with my little surprise. I’ve got to go to the frozen food section. I’ll find you in a second.”

  Lifting me eyes, I replied, “I’m intrigued.”

  He winked. “You should be.”

  Cord checked out separately, not letting me see what he bought for dessert. I was curious as hell, but I was acting like I had no interest, which was driving him crazy.

  “Is there a cast iron pan?” I asked, searching through the cabinets.

  “Down to the left of the stove.”

  I bent down and found it. Placing it on the stove, I turned back to me ingredients and got to work.

  “Want some music on?” Cord asked.

  “Yes! I love to listen to music while I cook.”

&nb
sp; There was a small Bose speaker on the counter, and Cord synced his phone to it. I didn’t recognize the song that started.

  “What song is this?”

  Cord dropped what looked like an ice cream sandwich onto the island.

  “You don’t know this song?”

  I shook me head. “Who’s the singer?”

  Clutching his chest, Cord stumbled back. “What! You don’t know who Foreigner is?”

  “Must you be so dramatic, Cord?”

  “It’s Foreigner, Maebh!”

  Wrinkling me nose, I added, “Is this an old band? It sounds like old music.”

  “You’re kidding, right? I’m not sure I can date a woman who doesn’t know classic rock.”

  I shrugged. “I honestly don’t know him.”

  “Them! Them! It’s a band.”

  I couldn’t help but giggle. He looked so cute standing there with a shocked expression. The urge to kiss him was unbearable, but I glanced back to the food I was preparing while Cord went on mumbling about how I didn’t know one of the most iconic bands in history.

  “Boston? Do you know who they are?”

  “As in the city?”

  He rolled his eyes and hit something on his phone. Another older-sounding song played.

  “I take it this is Boston?”

  His face fell. “You’re killing me.”

  Smiling, I went back to chopping the garlic and cutting the lemons.

  After the cast iron was heated, I put the salmon in and poured me sauce on it. A catchy song was playing so I danced a little as I moved about the kitchen. It was a country song. I found meself liking country since I’d moved to Texas and had even taken a two-step dance class in San Antonio.

  “You like this song, agra?”

  Me heart skipped a beat at the endearment.

  “I do. It’s catchy.”

  He grinned. “You want to dance with me?”

  Turning the salmon down, I faced him to say yes, but paused when I saw him. He was leaning against the counter looking handsome as ever. Before we’d started with dinner preparations, he’d changed into jeans and a black T-shirt, and the way his arms crossed his chest made it appear even bigger. I swallowed hard while me eyes explored his body.

  “Yes,” I finally managed to say.

  Cord hit something on his phone and held his hand out for me. The moment the song started, I chuckled. Never mind that it was slow and sensual; it described our relationship perfectly.

  “You trying to tell me something?” I asked as he pulled me into his arms.

  “Maybe,” he whispered against me lips, hovering there and not kissing me. Our eyes stayed locked as Cord started to move and me body mimicked his. Our bodies were like one, swaying and dipping in a slow salsa dance. I’d danced close to a man before, but never so sexual as this. It felt thrilling, and it turned me on. When the chorus started he pushed me out and spun me before drawing me back to him.

  When he started to sing about his heart being in danger, I nearly melted. Our eyes never broke apart. He would smile during certain parts of the song and each time me breath would hitch, and I found meself struggling for air.

  He sung softly about living in the moment while piercing me with his intense blue eyes and leaning me back some in a dip that made me giggle.

  He spun me and pulled me against his front and sang the chorus to me once again. His mouth moved lightly across me neck while he sang. I couldn’t help but wonder if he knew how beautiful his voice was.

  Our hips moved together like we’d practiced this dance for weeks, and I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to have this man make love to me.

  The song ended and a fast country tune started. Cord stopped dancing, held me tighter in his arms, and kissed me along me neck. Tingles erupted over me skin, and I let out a slight moan.

  “You’re so beautiful. You take my breath away.”

  Me head dropped to his chest, and I let him move his hands under me shirt. I inhaled sharply when he pushed me bra up and cupped me breasts with both hands. I was positive all he would have to do was play with me nipples and I’d come. The man had magical fingers.

  “I want to taste you, Maebh. Tit for tat.”

  Smiling, I felt like me feet were floating off the ground. I’d never let a man do that to me, not even Sean. He’d get so angry when he used his fingers to make me come and want to move down on me, and I’d say no. It hadn’t felt right to let him get that intimate.

  But with Cord, everything felt right.

  Me hand lifted back to his neck, slipping me fingers into his dark hair. I wanted him desperately and would take him anyway I could get.

  “Seems only fair,” I finally replied.

  Before I knew what was happening, I was in Cord’s arms and he was walking out of the kitchen.

  “The salmon!” I cried out, causing him to turn back and shut the stove off.

  He nearly ran into the living room and set me down on the sofa. Me breathing was heavy, and I felt a slight panic attack coming on.

  Cord’s eyes looked dark with lust, but when he smiled, I was relaxed. “I can’t wait to be the only man to have his mouth on your pussy.”

  I gasped, his crassness sending me libido into overdrive. Cord talking dirty was an instant turn on.

  All I could do was nod.

  He closed his eyes and groaned. His hands moved up me thighs, making me spread them instinctively. He planted soft kisses up and down me leg, driving me utterly insane.

  Leaning back, Cord moved away a bit and rested on his heels. “Take your shorts off, baby.”

  Me mouth fell open slightly. He wanted me to undress meself in front of him?

  Why was that so hot?

  I stood and the moment I unbuttoned me jean shorts, the song in the kitchen changed. A wide grin moved over Cord’s face as “Filthy” by Justin Timberlake started playing.

  “Fuck yes,” he hissed as I slipped me shorts down slowly. I tried to think back to all the movies I’d seen where the lady undressed in a sexual way. I swayed me hips some. By the look on his face, I had nailed it.

  He sucked in a breath when he saw me light-blue panties then closed his eyes for a brief moment before focusing on me again. He used his hand to adjust himself in his pants. I couldn’t help but feel so powerful in that moment. It was me that was turning him on, and I loved it.

  I slipped me thumbs into my panties, but Cord lifted his hand to stop me.

  “Keep them on.”

  Frowning, I glanced down to me panties.

  Cord slowly moved closer, on his knees. He placed his hands on me arse, his forehead falling to me bare stomach as he whimpered almost incoherently, “Thong,” before kissing me lower stomach.

  “Cord,” I panted, me hands sliding through his hair. “I…need…”

  He squeezed me arse hard, and I pulled on his hair, making him let out a low growl.

  When his fingers pulled at the fabric string on the sides of me hips, I knew he was about to see me completely. He’d seen me naked in me bathroom, but now he was up close and personal. Tugging slowly, he stared and licked his lips like he was ready to devour me.

  “Christ,” I mumbled and dropped me head back. His intense stare was enough to push me over the ledge.

  I stepped out of me panties and felt his breath at my core.

  I stared down at him. He was placing kisses all along me lower stomach, inches from me sensitive clit.

  “Sit down, Maebh.”

  Holding me breath, I did what he said. Cord pushed me legs open and then brought me to the edge of the sofa. Me breathing was hard and fast as he stared. I was positive he’d be able to hear me heart hammering, and he’d barely even touched me.

  “Cord,” I whispered. Even I could hear the fear in me voice.

  “Tell me if you don’t want to do this.”

  “I want this,” I whispered. I’d never heard me voice filled with such need. I knew if I touched meself I would be soaked.

  Cord
slipped his finger inside me and closed his eyes. “You’re so fucking wet. Are you turned on, baby?”

  All I could do was nod. His eyes were still closed, so when he opened them again, I repeated the nod.

  The song changed to Justin Bieber’s “The Feeling” and as the words started, a strange feeling came over me. I knew I was falling in love with Cord Parker. It wasn’t because I was about to let him do something I’d never let another man do; it was because me heart. I had never felt like this before.

  Swallowing hard, I pleaded, “I want this, Cord.”

  “Don’t close your eyes. I want you to watch me. I want you to watch yourself come on my mouth.”

  Oh, shite.

  I watched as he moved lower, never taking his gaze from mine. I jerked when I felt him lick through me folds. Me heart pounded as I watched him lick through me wetness. He moaned.

  “Fucking hell, Maebh, you taste amazing. You’re mine for always.”

  He licked again but this time he flicked the bundle of nerves that was ready to send me over the ledge of pure pleasure.

  “Oh!” I closed me eyes. He sucked me clit and groaned, making me open me eyes to look at him. He flicked again and smiled.

  “I want you looking at me when you come. I want you to see it’s me making you feel so good.”

  Nodding like a crazed person, I pulled his head toward me, desperately wanting more. He smiled and gave me exactly what I wanted.

  Me entire body warmed, trembled, shook… I didn’t even have the words to describe what was happening to me. All I knew was it felt fecking amazing. Like nothing I’d ever experienced. I had always thought a man going down on me was going to be more embarrassing. But with Cord, it felt so natural. Me friends used to talk about how good oral sex was, but how they didn’t like tasting themselves when their man kissed them after. I wouldn’t care. If Cord kept doing what he was doing he could kiss the living shite out of me after this and I wouldn’t care one bit.

  Cord slipped his fingers inside and hit a spot that nearly had me jumping off the sofa and trying to climb away from him. It felt so good, too good. He held me down with his hand on me stomach and licked me clit faster while rubbing his fingers inside of me at the same pace.

  “Oh God, Cord!” I didn’t care that I was screaming his name. I was falling apart, and I loved every single second of it. I was sinking faster as I let Cord take me to a place I could only describe as heaven.