Without tearing his eyes from her, he nodded toward the couch. “You either turn around and go back to that couch and stop touching yourself and making those little come-and-fuck-me sounds.”
Everything inside her sank and deflated like a dying balloon at that option. She didn’t want to do that.
“Or…” His eyes were blue fire. Heavy-lidded and intense. He leaned forward like he might lunge off the bed at any moment. “You join me on this bed ready to fuck.”
A heavy breath pushed out of her lungs. Well, that left no room for vagueness.
He was out of the bed. With two strides he was in front of her. Tall and broad, a veritable wall. An impressive erection tented the front of his briefs, proof of his desire.
He followed her gaze to his cock and then looked up at her.
She opened her mouth and stammered, “I-I…”
“Make a decision. Go run to yer couch or get in my bed. No misunderstandings. No games.” His hot gaze crawled over her face, reading God knew what in her expression.
You can do this, Thea. You owe it to yourself. You can have a fling. Take what you want for once in your life with no guilty voice saying you can’t.
He reached for her and threaded his fingers through her unruly hair. “What’s it gonna be, Goldilocks? You gonna take what you want?”
It wasn’t arrogance. Okay, he was arrogant, but it was the truth. She did want this. She wanted him. And he knew it.
She released a shaky breath and nodded jerkily.
In that moment she felt everything crumble away like bits of sediment from a cliff. Her grandmother giving her all kinds antiquated misogynistic advice. Boyfriends who only made her feel bad about herself.
They vanished. They were gone. Things of the past.
There was only now. This. Him. Her.
His big hand flexed in her hair. “Say it. Say the words.”
She swallowed and stopped nodding. That was fair. Consent was important. He deserved to hear it from her before they went any further. More than that. He needed to hear it. And she needed to say it.
“Yes. I want to join you in the bed.” There. That sounded nice. Polite.
“No,” he bit out, his gaze hard and demanding. “Say you want to fuck. Because that’s what this will be.”
Her belly fluttered. She swallowed against the lump in her throat. “I want to fuck you.”
He plucked her off her feet. A small yelp escaped her as she flew through the air and landed in the center of his bed. She barely stopped bouncing before he was there, the great lean and muscled length of him over her, one knee sliding unerringly between her thighs, his slight leg hair tickling her skin.
Her pulse hammered wildly at her throat as she looked up at him. She knew her eyes must be enormous in her face. She couldn’t even manage a blink.
His hand gripped the neckline of her flannel shirt and paused. His blue eyes looked silvery blue in the firelight as he gazed down at her. “No going back now, Goldilocks. You’re mine.” That said, he yanked down on her shirt. Buttons popped and flew loose, flying in every direction. She guessed he didn’t care about ruining his shirt.
Air flowed over her bare body, but she wasn’t cold. Not with his scorching gaze sweeping over her. She felt on fire.
She tried not to fidget beneath his scrutiny, but old insecurities reverberated through her. She hated they were here, intruding now.
Too heavy. Too big. Too plump. Lay off the Dr Pepper, Thea.
She had never been this exposed. The firelight revealed everything, and she longed for darkness. She’d spent junior high and high school flattening her breasts with sports bras, but that had done nothing to stop them from reaching melon-size proportions.
She brought both her hands up to cover herself, but he snatched hold of her wrists and pinned them above her head. “Don’t.”
His gaze fixed on her breasts. She tried not to squirm under his scrutiny.
“This is what you were hiding under my shirt?” He tsked as he released one of her wrists. She hissed and arched as one of his big hands palmed her breast. “Such pretty tits need to be worshipped.”
His touch grew firmer, almost rough as he handled her—and she relished it.
She arched her spine, crying out and thrusting her chest out for more. He fondled the heavy globe, pinching her nipple between thumb and forefinger. His other hand followed suit.
He squeezed and massaged both mounds, lifting them and pushing them together while tweaking the tips. “Beautiful,” he growled.
She writhed wildly and cried out, bearing down and riding his thigh, desperate for the pressure on her throbbing sex.
Her breasts had never been lavished such attention. She felt owned. That was the only word for it. Marked and possessed by a man who knew how to manipulate her body.
He added his second knee between her open thighs and forced her legs wide. He still wore his briefs but she felt him, pole-hard, prodding into her bare sex. He started to grind against her and that was amazing. She was ready to fly apart, and he hadn’t even penetrated her.
He bent his head and sucked a nipple deep into the cavern of his mouth. He used his tongue and teeth, and just like that she came in a violent burst, shuddering beneath him.
She buried her fingers in his hair and held him close to her breast, content to keep him there forever as she ground his fully erect cock into her pussy.
“That’s all it takes to get you off?” he growled around one distended nipple, scoring it with his teeth. “Och, you’re going to be a hot fuck.”
“That’s never happened before,” she gasped, still trembling in the aftershocks of her release. For some reason, she wanted him to know that. To know that his hands and mouth and cock were the first to make her shoot off like a rocket before they even had sex.
He resumed sucking her breasts, squeezing and holding them for his feasting mouth, growling with appreciation as she resumed rubbing against his cock, trying to find the perfect angle. “Too…much,” she moaned, her head lolling on the bed.
“We haven’t even started. I could spend hours on these tits.”
He was a miracle. A sex god. She’d already climaxed, but he had her right there at the edge again. She felt like she was on the brink of death.
Her hands dropped between them, diving under the waistband of his briefs to take him in both hands, and she realized she would need both hands.
“There you go,” he grunted in approval. “Take my cock out.”
He was big. Bigger than anything she ever had inside her. She stroked him in awe, touching the fat crown of him. She traced the slit, rubbing in the pre-cum that leaked out. The head of him swelled and grew tighter under her fingers.
“Stop.” He grabbed her wrist. His blue eyes locked on hers. “I need a condom. When I come, it’s going to be inside you.” He lifted his head and looked around a bit wildly, as though trying to place where he’d stashed his condoms.
He started to pull away and she locked her thighs around his waist, loath to let him go from her for even a second. She needed him inside her now. More than she’d ever needed anything on this earth she needed to feel this man’s cock buried deep inside her. “I’m on birth control.”
He paused and looked down at her.
She took advantage of his hesitation and brought the head of him to her opening, gliding the bare tip of him over her wetness. “I have an IUD.”
She’d gotten it a year ago when she got tired of remembering to take the pill every night. She’d been considering going back to the doctor to have it removed. It seemed unnecessary since her sex life was nil.
She read the hesitation in his eyes and guided the crown of him inside her, just a fraction. She wasn’t above manipulating him.
She knew he’d relented when he propped his elbows on either side of her head and framed his hands along either side of her face. “What’s your name again, Goldilocks?”
That gave her a start. She was about to have sex with a man a
nd they didn’t know each other’s names?
It should shame her, but nothing about this moment felt wrong. She was on fire.
“Thea,” she breathed.
“Niall,” he returned. Tension rippled over his jaw and then he let go. Shoved inside her with one slick thrust, filling her completely, stretching her deliciously.
She wiggled under him with a sob, her hands pushing his corded shoulders as if needing sudden leverage. “Oh, you’re big!”
“You can take it,” Niall’s lips husked against her neck and then bit down on her earlobe, sending a rush of moisture between her legs. “Och, you just got really wet.” He thrust again. Harder. “You feel amazing.” Another thrust. “Like you were made for my cock.”
She cried out at the fullness of him sliding in and out of her, but he was right … the friction shot sparks through her and she lifted her hips for him, greedy for more.
His mouth claimed hers, swallowing her cries. He kissed her senseless, his tongue sweeping against hers, arousing her on a whole new level and sending another rush of moisture to her sex where his giant erection pulsed.
“How are you this tight?” He groaned and pulled back to thrust even deeper inside her again, shoving her higher on the bed.
A small scream escaped her. Her nails dug into her shoulders, hanging on for dear life. She’d never been fucked so hard and it was incredible. She didn’t know it could be like this. She didn’t know she could want it like this.
“That’s right. Scream for me, Thea.”
Her body was out of her control. Shaking and wild. He drove into her again and she came in a violent burst. She cried his name and went limp, quivering in the aftershocks. Tears sprang to her eyes from the wonder of it. He’d given her the best orgasm of her life.
He didn’t stop though.
He continued riding her, pumping relentlessly. His hands dug into her hips, lifting her for his plunging cock. “Again, Thea,” he demanded.
“No. Can’t,” she gasped, shaking her head. There was no way. It was too much. He could not possibly wring another orgasm from her.
“You can.” He was unrelenting, fucking her ruthlessly. His thrusts fell faster, harder, pushing her again to the edge of climax.
She clutched his shoulders, his back. Her hands moved down and gripped his taut ass, reveling in how it flexed as he pumped over her.
He launched her over that edge again. Tears streaming down her face, she shrieked and he lost all restraint. He became a thrusting animal, savage and intense as he plowed into her body, taking it and claiming it and using it for his desire. As she had used his. She’d never felt so desired. So innately female. So powerful.
A few more lunges and he stilled, throwing back his head with a groan as he came inside her, spilling his seed deep.
She couldn’t slow her breathing. Her breasts rose and fell in heavy gasps. He lowered his gaze back down to her and she knew she looked shell-shocked. Because that was how she felt.
She fought to regain her breath. “That … was …”
He nodded, looking so grim right then that she didn’t know what to make of him.
He was still lodged deep inside her and that only added to the sudden awkwardness. What did one say immediately following sex with a stranger? Should she thank him? At this point Charlie would go brush his teeth and get ready for bed.
He eased out from her body and collapsed on his back beside her, throwing one arm over his forehead. His breathing was still labored and that made her feel better. Maybe he felt shattered too. Maybe he needed some time to compose himself.
Several moments passed, however, as she lay there staring at the dancing shadows on the ceiling, and she was sure she needed to get up. She reached for his shirt, determined to slip it back on even if she had to hold it shut since the buttons were gone, scattered God knew where.
“Where are you going?”
She stopped and looked down at him, clutching the shirt in front of her to shield her nakedness. “Going back to the couch?” Why did that have to come out like a question?
He sat up and tugged his shirt from her hands, tossing it aside. “We had an understanding.”
“Yeah. And we…fucked. So…” She gestured lamely to the couch.
“There’s a lot I still want to do with you.”
“We’re not … we’re still…” Her voice faded.
“I’ll need you again. Soon,” he said. “Unless you’re too sore?” His expression turned almost sulky at that prospect.
She shook her head dumbly. “No. I’m fine.” He could go again? More than once in a night?
“Good,” he said, his eyes dropping to her body. “Because I’m not close to done with you.” His voice dropped even lower. “Maybe I was wrong. Maybe there is a bit of magic in those glens, after all.” His hand trailed between the hollow of her breasts. “Are you even real?” His hand circled round to palm a heavy breast, thumbing the nipple until it strained for more of his touch. “Maybe you’re a faerie come to bewitch me, aye?”
Her only response was a whimper as his thumb rolled her nipple.
Then his hand was gone.
She looked around desperately as he climbed out of bed. But then he was back. He wrapped an arm around her waist, lifted her easily from the bed, carrying her into the bathroom. Her head twisted and turned, unsure what he was about until she heard the loud hiss of the shower water.
He deposited her inside the tub. Warm water sluiced down her, plastering her hair to her face. Gasping, she pushed the strands out of the way, slicking the long hair back.
He followed her inside, pulling the curtain shut on them and sealing them in.
She admired him. The water hit him and he angled his neck and head to better wet his hair, turning the dark brown strands black. He looked so at ease, as though showering with a woman was the most natural thing in the world for him. Had she ever known so confident a man? Certainly she had never been with one. He was grumpy, to be sure. And bossy. But Lord was he sexy.
His body towered over her, crowding her in the small space. She stared up at him uncertainly.
He stared back down, eyes narrowing, considering her. “You never took a shower with a man before.” A statement, not a question.
She shook her head. She might have two lovers to her credit, but there was a lot she hadn’t done. A lot she didn’t know. “Am I so transparent?”
Why did she get the impression he could read her mind? Her throat constricted and she looked away. That would be embarrassing if he could. Then he would know exactly how into him she was, how much power he had over her already.
“Look at me.”
She returned her gaze to him. The water beat at her back and ran down her legs. Still watching her, he grabbed a bar of soap and built up a lather with his hands.
Putting the soap aside, he set his soapy hands to her body, washing and massaging her so thoroughly she couldn’t help from moaning. It was incredible.
He started at her shoulders and then worked his way down. He spent a lot of time on her breasts, his fingers sliding over the slippery skin, rolling and squeezing her nipples while murmuring, “Such pretty tits.”
He let go and stepped closer, his chest flattening against her breasts as his hands worked their way down the slope of her back to massage the rounds of her ass and lift her higher so his erection poked her in the stomach. “And this ass.”
She arched her face up into the spray of water, sharp whimpers escaping her.
Nothing had ever felt this good.
“Spread your legs,” he commanded.
His fingers slipped down the cleft of her ass. He pushed his cock against her backside, sliding it against the cleft of her cheeks, teasing her with long and deep strokes. Then his fingers were back, skimming lower until he found the entrance to her sex. He brushed there before his soapy fingers drifted to softly circle her oversensitive clit and give it a roll.
A hiss escaped her.
Then his hands vanish
ed from between her legs. She cried out in disappointment. He dropped to his knees in front of her. Her head spun, dizzy with desire and bewilderment at his actions. He lifted one of her legs and draped it over his shoulder. Then his mouth was on her. He devoured her. Licking with his hot tongue, nibbling with his teeth, his beard rasping her most sensitive skin. Oh. My. God.
She screeched, one hand gripping his hair while the other one braced along the shower wall. “Niall … you can’t…”
He stopped and looked up at her with hard, glittering eyes. “I’m eating this pussy.”
She stared down at him, words she could not bring herself to say on the tip of her tongue. Men didn’t like to do this. It was dirty.
She licked her lips. “I’ve never…” Her voice faded as a supremely satisfied look came over his face. Damn it. She just revealed her inexperience.
“Then it’s long overdue. Tonight this pussy is mine and my mouth is going to taste all of it.”
Shock ripped through her at his words. Then his head was back between her thighs, pushing them wide. He worked her furiously, tasting her like he had promised. Licking long and deep everywhere.
Soon she didn’t care. She lost all restraint and rocked against that mouth of his. Lost all ability to speak as she rode his face, driving and seeking her own pleasure. There were only cries and whimpers and pleas as he consumed her with his mouth.
“Fucking come for me,” he growled against her sex, his tongue flaying her clit. She trembled, shaking against his mouth.
“I can’t.” She tossed her head side to side, and then he did the unthinkable. He sucked her clit between his teeth, pulling deep as he pressed one finger slightly against that other hole … another first. She screamed and came in a blinding rush.
She gazed wide-eyed at him. Who even was she anymore?
He stood and backed her against the wall, his hands flat on the shower tile, caging her in. Only, he felt more like the wild animal with his huge body pinning hers and his feral gaze dancing all over her face.
“Kiss me,” he ordered in that growly brogue. “Taste yourself.” And she did, ripe and tangy. She tasted her own need on his lips and tongue.
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