“Oh.” I laugh, feeling my cheeks heat up. “Sorry.”
“We’ll be paying separately,” Cill answers. “And we just broke up.” He gestures between me and himself, frowning. I widen my eyes at him, wondering what the hell he’s doing.
“Oh, well, that’s too bad,” the woman replies.
“Yeah, she said something about me being too much to handle or something. But we rode up here together, so I can’t leave until she does.”
The cashier eyes me with light blue eyes, her wrinkled face wrinkling even more between the eyes. “Yes, I’m sure that’s a bit uncomfortable for you both. Maybe things will work themselves out.”
She busies herself ringing up my items, and I turn to Cillian and mouth stop. He smiles.
“Well, I’m not sure,” he says, looking at me. “What did you tell me last night? That something felt different about me?”
My eyes nearly pop out of my head as I stare at him. He’s talking about when I found out he was pierced. Luckily, the woman would have no idea what he’s referring to.
I turn to the woman and roll my eyes. “Men.”
She cracks a smile and continues doing her job. When I look back at Cill, he gives me a wink.
At the car, I smack him in the arm. “You ass.”
He laughs. “What? You did say that.”
I shake my head as we start piling bags into the trunk. “Anyway, about that. Didn’t that fucking hurt? I can’t even imagine.”
“It has benefits.”
“Can’t be beneficial to you.”
“Sure it is. It increases the sensation, but I’m a generous man. I did it for others. It really helps hit that sweet spot. You know what I mean,” he says, a hint of humor laced in his tone.
I look over and find him watching me with knowing look. He knows it worked last night. I laugh. “Yes, how nice of you. What kind is that?”
“It’s called king’s crown.”
“I see.”
As we finish loading the car, my mind flashes back to last night and the brief moment I saw it. Too bad it was dark. I wish I would’ve gotten a better look at it. But maybe I’ll get the chance after all.
When we’re back in the car, I ask, “So, it’s like in...or I mean, is it through...never mind.” I shake my head, blood rushing to my cheeks.
Cill laughs. “You want me to whip it out so you can see for yourself?”
Yes. “No!”
“It’s not through the hole, if that’s what you were gonna ask. It’s through the ridge up top.”
“Okay, it’s okay. You don’t have to explain.”
His chuckle is low and deep. “I’m not embarrassed.”
“I see that. I was just curious.”
“I’m sure you’ll get a closer look at some point. At least I hope so.”
I sneak a peek at him and find him smiling. He’s getting a kick out of this. I might as well have some fun, too.
“Oh, well, I don’t do blow jobs. I guess I should tell you that now.”
His smile disappears really quick. “Oh. Okay. That’s, yeah, that’s fine.”
“Yeah, I think so,” I reply, keeping a straight face while I look back at the road ahead. He’s quiet for a long while, and I can’t hold it together any longer, so I sputter out a laugh when I see him looking forlorn as he stares out the window.
“What’s funny?”
“You. You look so depressed. I was just fucking with you.”
As I’m cracking up in the seat next to him, he shifts to face me. “Wow, that’s cold.”
“Well, call it payback for being a weird ass in the grocery store with that poor old lady.”
He chuckles. “Fine. We’re even.”
Once we’re back at the house and the car is unloaded, Cill puts away the groceries while I prep the food for dinner tonight.
By the time everything is done, it’s about four o’clock. Since I don’t know how long the rest of the gang plans to stay out, I’m unsure of how much time me and Cill have alone in the house, but I want to take advantage. However, I don’t want to come off as horny and desperate as I am.
Cill smiles at me from across the kitchen like he’s reading my mind. “Come on,” he says, holding his hand out.
I walk toward him and put my hand in his. He closes his fingers around mine and starts walking to his room. A smile spreads across my face as I follow him, and he turns around and catches me. I’m rewarded with a low chuckle.
15
Cillian
In the room, I kick off my boots and undo my jeans, allowing the black boxer briefs to peek through. I remove my shirt and toss it with the rest of my stuff on the floor, all while Midge stands nearby, watching with rapt attention.
“Your turn.”
“But you’re not done yet,” she replies, gazing down at my crotch.
“And you’re fully dressed.”
I step closer, studying her face while my hands go to the button of her shorts. I make quick work in popping it open and unzipping the zipper before pushing them over her hips and down her thighs before they fall to the floor.
I go to lift up the green and white striped top she’s wearing, but she starts to reach up and says, “It’s a halter. You have to untie it.”
“Let me do it,” I reply, turning her around.
“Once this is off, I’m basically naked. And you still have your jeans on,” she says softly.
“Don’t worry,” I say, pulling apart the bow at the back of her neck. “You’ll see all of me soon.”
With the bow untied, the shirt falls loosely around her. I push down my jeans and remove her shirt completely. I press myself up against her back and while my right hand reaches around to cup her breast, my left hand travels past her hip and cups the soft flesh of her ass. Thank God for thongs.
“Mmm,” I moan into her ear. “I love how soft your skin feels.”
My right hand moves down across her quivering stomach, and then travels further south where my fingers slide over the soft material that’s keeping me from finding out how wet she is already.
I play with her pussy through the fabric in soft, slow strokes, teasing her gently while my mouth plants kisses on her neck.
“Cillian, please,” she begs, her body trembling.
“Get on the bed,” I command. “On your hands and knees.”
Midge crawls onto the bed, looking sexy as fuck in nothing but that black thong. As much as I love it, it has to go. I pull the material down her thighs, and she lifts up one leg at a time to allow me to take them off completely.
With that done, I drop down behind her, plant my hands on her ass, and let my tongue slide out and taste her.
“Oh, my God!” she gasps.
Her pussy is already wet for me, but I continue to devour her. She drops her chest to the bed, pushing her ass up into the air even more, and gives me a better angle to lick more of her. My tongue glides over the clit, slides through her wet folds, and penetrates her warm, tight hole.
“Jesus Christ,” she pants.
I get up and give her ass cheek a quick squeeze and light smack. “Roll over.”
She obeys, quickly getting to her back. Her legs are spread apart for me, and my eyes go straight to her glistening pussy.
“Goddamn, you’re sexy,” I growl, pushing my underwear down and reaching for the newly purchased box of condoms that I put on my nightstand.
She brings her knees together and lays them to the side to get a good view of me. Before I rip open the wrapper, I grab the base of my dick and give it a few languid strokes while I watch her watching me.
She captures her bottom lip between her teeth and makes a noise in the back of her throat. I inch my way closer, pushing her legs apart as I kneel between them. I continue to stroke myself, because I can tell she likes it. Once or twice, her eyes flicker up to mine, but then she’s back to studying my cock in my hand.
Because I can’t wait any longer to be deep inside her, I rip open the package and shea
the myself with the latex. I grab my shaft and slowly put the crown of my cock into her wet entrance. I watch as her tight pussy stretches around my girth, then I thrust all the way in.
“Holy shit,” she breathes.
I lean over her body and she spreads her legs apart even wider, welcoming me in. My thrusts are long and deep, and because nobody is here, her moans are loud and uninhibited.
She ping-pongs between grabbing at my arms and digging her fingertips into my back. She squeezes me with her thighs and then cries out my name.
I lean back, slowing my movements, and pull almost all the way out. I grip my cock and slide it up and over her clit, teasing her. I dip the crown of my cock back inside, coating myself with her arousal and then slide back up to her clit.
“God, Cillian. Please,” she begs, breathless.
“Please what?” I ask, continuing to tease her.
She breathes heavily, her eyes squeezed shut. “I need it. Please.”
“Mm. I like you like this. Needy for my cock.”
I slowly slide back into her, filling her to the hilt.
“Ah! Yes!”
I stay on my knees, and push hers farther apart as I keep my strokes slow and deep. I bring my thumb to her clit and rub circles over the engorged bundle of nerves.
“Fuck. Yes.”
She clenches around me, arching her back and curling her toes while steadily chanting, “Yes, yes, yes.”
I shift and plant my left hand firmly on the back of her thigh, pushing down until her knee is nearly touching the mattress. This brings her ass up off the bed, and allows me to penetrate deeper.
Her tits bounce with each thrust, making my cock throb even more. She brings her hand to her right nipple and pinches it between her finger and thumb.
“Fuck,” I growl.
“So good,” she moans.
I push her other leg back, spreading her wide. “Rub your clit,” I command through heavy breaths.
She quickly obliges, reaching down with her right hand and rubbing circles over her clit. God, the sight of her playing with herself spurs me on.
“Fuck yes.”
“Oh, God,” she calls out, her hand quickening. “Oh yes, give it to me.”
I slam into her, giving her every fucking inch. Her arousal splashes between us, and her skin flushes red. Her body tightens up, and I know it’s coming.
“That’s it,” I grunt. “I’m ready for it. Come for me. Come all over me.”
As if my words helped push her over the edge, she yells, “Oh, God! Oh fuck! Yes!”
And then her pussy contracts around me in wet pulses. I slow my movements and look between us. Evidence of her orgasm coats my cock and drips onto the bed.
“Christ,” I groan.
Her body twitches as the aftershocks hit. “Oh, my God.” She chokes the words out while gasping for air.
“Goddamn, you got my dick so fucking hard.”
I lift one leg up, holding onto her thigh while I push in and out of her soft, slick center. My orgasm edges closer with each thrust. My balls tighten as my climax mounts. I worry my thrusts are too vicious, too hard, but then Midge cries out in pleasure. The orgasm rips through me, and I grunt and curse as I ride it out.
“Jesus Christ,” I pant, sweat dripping from my temple.
“Yeah,” she agrees on a breath.
I take my time to pull out, not yet ready to be free of her tight warmth.
She lies there, sweat slicked and out of breath, and sexy as hell.
“You are a vision. If I could paint you like this, I would.”
She laughs, bringing her legs together and turning to the side. “Please don’t. I’m sweaty and gross.”
“I think I’d title it Satiated.”
“Stop,” she says with a laugh.
“So, how much time do you think we have before everyone gets back?”
She opens her mouth to answer, and then we hear voices.
“Shit!”
16
Midge
I hop out of the bed, scurrying to find my clothes as Cill quickly rips the condom off and pulls on his underwear and jeans.
“Shit, shit, shit,” I mutter, pulling my shorts up over my ass, not bothering trying to find my underwear. “Find my panties and stash them!” I whisper harshly.
As I’m trying to tie the halter around my neck, I hear the front door open and the voices get louder.
“Just go to the bathroom,” Cill says, pulling his shirt over his head.
“I can’t go into your bathroom! Why would I use your bathroom? They’d be suspicious.”
“The other bathroom is across the house.”
“I know!”
“Hello? Guys?” London calls out.
I widen my eyes in a panic, staring at Cill, hoping he has a plan.
“Maybe they’ll all go upstairs to their rooms. They have to shower, right?”
I roll my eyes and hurry to his bathroom. “Tell them you’re about to shower and you don’t know where I am.”
“Why would I shower twice in one day?”
“Oh, my God!” I basically only mouth the words. “Say something before they come in here.”
I watch as he walks to the door to his room. “Hey, have fun?”
“So much fun!” London responds. “Where’s Midge?”
I plaster myself against the wall behind the bathroom door, hoping he can come up with a good excuse.
“I don’t know. I came in here and fell asleep. She may have done the same.”
“Maybe. I gotta get in the shower, though. My skin feels all dry and sandy.”
“You took a nap?” I hear Royce question. “Like you’re a toddler?”
“I was fucking tired, man. Why don’t you go shower with your girl and leave me alone.”
“Good idea.”
I hear footsteps racing up the stairs, and sag in relief. Hopefully I can sneak out of the room and get to mine before anybody comes down.
Cill peeks around the door with a grin on his face. “I’m a pro.”
I roll my eyes. “Whatever. Move, so I can hurry and get to my room.”
I quietly step into the hall and listen for voices. When I don’t hear any, I inch toward the living room and then run as quickly and quietly as I can, on my tip-toes, getting to my room on the other side of the stairs.
Cill’s low chuckle floats across the room, so I make sure to turn around and give him the finger before I slip into my room and close the door.
Before London can come check on me, I strip out of my clothes, realizing I didn’t even zip or button my shorts. That would’ve been a dead giveaway if I ran into someone. I find my favorite Rolling Stones shirt. It’s been worn no less than a thousand times, it’s almost threadbare, but it’s so damn comfortable. I find a pair of underwear and some shorts made out of an old pair of ripped blue jeans, and pull them on. Now I can go to the bathroom to freshen myself up.
I slip my cell in my back pocket, and once in the small bathroom across from my room, I send a message to Cill.
Midge: You find my panties?
He doesn’t respond right away, so I do my business and get a washcloth and soap to clean up my lady parts. I wipe away some smudged mascara and grab my makeup bag from the back of the toilet to reapply some lipstick and powder my face. After I comb through my nearly, shoulder-length black hair, I’m satisfied that nobody will be able to guess what we were up to.
Cillian: I have them.
Good, now I don’t have to worry about Royce going in there and finding them. I exit the bathroom and start heading toward Cill’s room since nobody is downstairs yet.
Standing safely in the doorway, I call out to him. “Psst.”
His head pops out of the bathroom. “Psst? Really?”
I glance over my shoulder. “Shush. Give me my underwear,” I whisper.
“Your what?” he responds loudly.
“Oh, my God, shush!” Another glance behind me. “My panties,” I say quietly,
gesturing to my vagina.
Cillian smirks. “I thought they were a souvenir.”
“What’s wrong with you?” I whisper yell, looking behind me once more. “Just give them back. They’re my favorite pair.”
“My favorite, too.”
I’m about to take a step into this room when I hear footsteps traveling down the stairs. “Midge!” London squeals. “We had so much fun, but I missed you.”
“Yeah, extra tooth paste should be in the cabinet,” I say awkwardly to Cill. He chuckles.
“Forgot his,” I say to London, rolling my eyes and walking into the living room. “So, it was fun? What’d you guys do?”
She starts telling me about their adventures, meanwhile my heart thunders in my chest and my mind keeps replaying my time with Cillian.
It’s going to suck not being able to talk to London about this. I have to tell someone about his massive, pierced cock! I have to let somebody know how surprised I am by how good he is in bed.
I don’t know why I’m surprised, but I am, and I need to get all these things off my chest, but I can’t tell her. I can’t risk making things awkward for the whole group. Because let’s be honest, I’m his rebound and he’s just another guy I won’t want to be in a relationship with because I’m a damaged, bitter bitch.
Yeah, men are good for sex. Well, some. Sometimes they can be good for conversation. Are they good at not being assholes and completely breaking your heart, trust, and confidence? Eh, not so much. At least that’s my experience with them.
Cillian is a really nice guy. He’s funny and easy to be around. He’s great. But I’m not in a relationship with him. People always change once they’re in a relationship.
We always meet the best representation of somebody first. The side of themselves that says and does everything they think the other person wants to hear or see.
Oh, you hate horror movies? Me too!
Oh, you hate when people chew with their mouths open? Same!
Oh, you’ve been cheated on? I’d never do that! I respect women.
And it goes on and on. Meanwhile, she comes home to him sitting on the couch watching Freddy Leatherface Vorhees with a mouth full of chips as he talks to some other woman on the phone.
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