I try to push away the thought that I couldn’t have chosen a more unsuitable person. This feels like it is far beyond choice...that I need this man, not just want him.
I can feel him hard against me through his jeans and I bite my lip as I realize that he’s huge. I have to tell him I’m a virgin, or this is going to hurt...but something stops me. What if it turns him off? The way I practically threw myself into his arms in the warehouse last night he probably thinks that I’m completely experienced, but of course that couldn’t be further from the truth.
My hands are at the back of his shoulders now, my fingertips digging into him as though I’m clinging on for dear life. I can feel how ripped he is, the muscles moving under his skin as he runs his hands down to my ass and cups both cheeks, pulling me up and into him so his cock is rubbing my pussy through our clothes. I gasp and hear a low sound like a growl rumble deep in his throat. One hand slides between my ass cheeks, gently stroking my pussy through my dress and panties and I hear myself whimper.
If I don’t tell him soon I’m sure I will lose the power of coherent speech.
He starts to lift my dress up over my thighs and I let him, lifting my arms as he pulls it up and over my belly and breasts. I pull back from kissing him so that he can pull it over my head and arms and then I throw it on the bed as I kick off my heels. He takes a step back, his eyes drinking in the sight of me in just my underwear. I swallow and feel my cheeks flush, but I don’t look away from his gaze. The way he looks at me makes me feel instantly more confident about my generous curves.
“You are so beautiful Shannon,” he tells me, his eyes stopping at the cleavage spilling over the top of my bra. “You have an amazing body.”
“Thank you,” I whisper, not sure what else to say. I mean, what is the proper etiquette in this situation?
He pulls me towards him again and buries his face in my cleavage as he deftly unhooks my bra. I let it fall down my arms and toss that onto the bed too along with my dress as Cormac takes my breasts in his hands, pushing them together with an appreciative groan. He rubs his thumbs over my nipples, then tweaks one almost roughly while he bends his head to the other and sucks its swollen tip into his mouth. I moan loudly before I can stop myself, remembering that his brothers are downstairs. The sensation in my nipples is delicious, sending shockwaves through my body and straight to my clit. My pussy throbs and clenches inside my body. I want him so much that I could let him take me right here and now and barely care if it hurts. I want him to be my first.
My only.
I gasp at the sudden thought, knowing that it’s truly crazy and there can surely be no future in this...and yet being with him feels as inevitable as the sun coming up.
My head is spinning as he flicks his tongue over both nipples at once and I whimper and push my hips towards him, writhing under his touch. He starts to knead the cheeks of my ass with one hand while with the other he fondles my breasts, sucking and playing with them in turns. Two fingers hook around the crotch of my panties and I moan again as he gently strokes my folds.
“You’re so wet,” he murmurs into my ear, nibbling at my neck now. In response I open my legs wider. “I want to taste you,” he says. “I want to taste your come in my mouth.”
“I want to make you come in my mouth,” he whispers and I feel my clit throb in response. I nod.
He maneuvers me back to the bed and I sit down on the edge as he kneels between my legs and parts my thighs. I lift my hips as he slides my panties off, watching the way his eyes darken further with lust as he looks at my naked pussy. My clit is aching and needy and I have to stifle a scream on my hand as he lowers his head between my legs and laps at my swollen little nub. My inner thighs are trembling and I know that I’m already close to the edge...and that this is going to be way more intense than anything I could do with my own hand.
He kneads the inside of my thighs as he buries his face further into me and I run a hand through his hair, my fingers curling into a fist.
He suddenly stops and looks up at me and his face is serious. This is where I should tell him, I think, but he speaks before I can and his words make me gasp.
“Be mine Shannon,” he says, and there’s a naked vulnerability in his voice. I bite my nip and nod as he continues, “I’ve never felt like this about a woman...I don’t have words for what you do to me.”
“I feel the same,” I manage to whisper through dry lips, and he smiles, his expression a mixture of triumph and relief, before putting his mouth back where I want it.
Oh, sweet Jesus, Mary and Joseph, I think as sensation floods my entire body. In all my late night fantasies I never dreamed that this could feel so damn good. So good that I don’t ever want him to stop. I grip his hair again and thrust my hips towards him, rocking my pelvis as he tongues me.
My breath is a series of short gasps now, punctuated only by the odd whimper, and I widen my thighs and then close them tighter around his shoulders, testing the sensations. Wrapping my legs around him feels the best and I push my throbbing pussy against his mouth, writhing on the bed as I feel my orgasm approach.
He suddenly slips a finger inside me and moves it in a gentle ‘come hither’ motion...and it sends me completely over the edge. He pushes another finger inside me and there’s a sudden sting that is quickly overtaken by the waves of pleasure that ripple through my core. Every nerve ending is singing with need and I let my breath out in one long moan and push his face into me as I climax, wave after wave of raw sensation riding my body.
I throw my head back and bite my fist to stop from screaming, and then lie back on the bed, shuddering with the aftershocks as my orgasm subsides. There’s a pool of liquid between my legs and on my thighs and as Cormac sits back on his haunches and grins at me I can see my juices glistening around his mouth. I blush as I think about what we’ve just done.
“That was...wild,” I murmur and his grin widens.
“There’s plenty more where that came from darlin’” he says. I sit up and he pulls me to him, burying his head in the soft curves of my stomach. My body is heavy and drowsy with satisfaction .
He looks up at me. “I’ve been thinking about doing that since I saw you in that warehouse,” he says seriously. “I just had to have you.”
He pulls my face down to his and kisses me passionately. His lips are damp and musky with my own juices and it makes my pussy tighten in response. It’s now or never, I think with a stab of reality, I have to tell him now.
He struggles out of his jeans and I look down at his cock, which is thick and long and throbbing, a bead of liquid at the top telling me how needy he is for me. It fascinates me and I reach for him, rubbing my hand over the bulbous tip and bite my lips as he groans loudly.
“Your touch is feckin’ amazing,” he says in a raggedy pant and I know I don’t want to stop. I stroke down the length of his shaft, squeezing as I go, and then with my other hand I reach down to fondle the soft skin of his balls. His enjoyment eggs me on and I slip down off the bed and close my mouth around the tip of his cock, sucking gently and rolling my tongue around, exploring the unfamiliar taste and sensation.
Cormac groans loudly.
“Stop, sweetheart or I won’t be able to hold back,” he gasps and I sit back up on the bed, biting my lip as he reaches for my pussy.
“Wait,” I say quickly and he pulls his hand back sharply, concern on his face.
“Are you all right?”
“No..I mean, yes, I am, this is incredible but...I have to tell you something.”
He nods and looks puzzled and I take a deep breath as I prepare to tell him, praying that he won’t reject me.
“The thing is,” I begin, unable to meet his gaze, “I haven’t done this before.”
He frowns. “Neither have I Shannon,” he assures me. “I’m not in the habit of bringing women home like this.”
He doesn’t understand. I shake my head.
“I don’t mean just this...I mean I haven’t done it ever.”
I raise my eyes to his face, bracing myself for what I’m about to see. He looks shocked...and something else too. He looks turned on.
“You mean,” he says carefully, “That I will be the first man you have ever had sex with?”
“The first man I’ve ever done anything with,” I correct him. A slow smile spreads across his face.
“You don’t mind?”
“Mind?” he says almost tenderly, “That’s the sexiest thing I have ever heard, full stop. I will be your first. Your only.”
I try not to get too excited about what he means by that as he kisses me again. Then he suddenly pulls back.
“We’re not doing this here. Not now after what you’ve told me...and with my brothers downstairs. I’ll take you somewhere nicer, where we can be properly alone. Your first time should be special.”
I blush even as I think that my first time would be special wherever we did it, as long as it’s with him.
“Get your bag and clothes,” he says, standing up and pulling his jeans on, “and I’ll go and get something arranged. Meet me downstairs...it smells like Brendan’s cooking...you’re in for a treat.”
“Another one?” I grin. He winks at me before he heads off downstairs. I quickly shower in the en suite and get dressed, replacing my ruined panties with a fresh pair from my bag. Then I go downstairs, feeling a little nervous. Do his brothers suspect what’s going on? I avoid their gazes as I tuck into the Irish brunch that Brendan has made me, which is truly delicious.
It’s late afternoon by the time we drive to the edge of town and Cormac pulls up outside some very expensive luxury apartments. I raise my eyebrows. “We’re staying here?”
“We are,” he says casually, holding the apartment door open for me. Inside is all white and cream, expensive flooring, fur rugs and top of the range leather. I walk around admiring the decor and then I hear my phone buzzing. I take it out and look at the screen.
“It’s Sean,” I say. “He’ll be wondering where I am. I’ll just let him know that I’m okay.”
“Tell him you won’t be back tonight,” Cormac tells me in a low, deep voice that makes my tummy tighten. I text Sean quickly, my fingers shaking in anticipation.
Chapter Six
Cormac
I watch Shannon as she puts her phone down and turns to face me, her body poised in anticipation. I feel my mouth go dry. I can still detect her scent on my face and I breathe in deeply, inhaling the very core of her. My instincts tell me just one thing. Mine.
We stare at each other for a long moment before I see her gaze drop down to my mouth as though she knows what I’m thinking. Heat curls and rises in my body as I walk towards her. I’m ready to claim her. I hold my hand out to her and with a gasp she comes straight into my arms, tipping her face up to me and then burying it in my neck. She stands up on her tiptoes to run her lips over my throat and I can’t stop the low growl that rises from my chest. Knowing that this is all new to her and she has never touched another man like this before just turns me on even more. I can’t wait to be inside her, but I know I have to be careful. She pulls her head back and looks up at me, her beautiful eyes dilated and her lips full and flushed. Waiting.
I don’t make her wait any longer, instead burying my hands in her tangle of honey brown curls and brushing my lips across hers. Exploring the shape of her mouth…teasing her, almost. I don’t want to rush it. I want to savor every moment.
Shannon surprises me with the urgency of her response, kissing me back fiercely. Her hands entwine around my neck and she grips her fingers into my hair. Her passion ignites the full strength of my own lust and I devour her mouth with mine, feeling my cock strain against the material of my pants, desperate to be inside her warmth. I lift her so she’s perched onto the edge of the table and she hooks her legs around my thighs, pressing her body into mine. I can sense the warmth of her pussy underneath the thin material of her panties and I groan roughly. Holding back isn’t going to be easy. I slide my hands up her dress and over her hips, pulling her even tighter into me so she can feel just exactly how hard I am for her. I run my hands over her waist and soft belly to cup those juicy tits, feeling her nipples as stiff as pebbles through the lace of her bra. My breath is coming in pants and I can feel the tip of my cock leaking. I have to force myself to pull away, knowing that if I don’t regain some control I’ll be taking her right here and now on this table. I don’t want that.
Not for her first time anyway.
Her face is flushed and her lips swollen from our kiss. With her curly hair tumbling around her shoulders, she looks unbelievably fuckable.
“I can’t believe what you do to me Shannon,” I tell her. “I never lose control. Ever. But with you…” I take her hand and push it against my groin and see her eyes widen. Her chest is heaving and those tempting breasts bob up and down as though inviting me to release them from the fabric that constrains them.
“Shannon.” I say her name again and my voice is hoarse even to my own ears. “Are you absolutely sure you’re ready for this?
She arches her back and presses her body into mine and it’s all the answer I need.
“Yes,” she says and kisses me again, rubbing her hand over the front of my jeans where my cock is aching and straining for her. I’m done…I can’t wait any longer.
I pick her up and wrap her legs around my waist, which makes her both gasp and giggle at the same time. She wraps her hands around my back, nibbling at my neck again as I carry her over to the bedroom, kicking open the door and banging my shin as I do so. I swear under my breath and Shannon giggles again. So much for sweeping her off her feet.
“I’ve always wanted a man to carry me into his bedroom like that,” she says almost shyly as I set her down onto her feet.
“I’m here to please you Shannon,” I tell her, running my hands over her curves. Although she is petite in build she is deliciously curvy, with generous hips and thighs that fit perfectly into my large hands. I splay my palms over her hip bones, finding the indents there with my thumbs and moving them in small circles. She moans and starts to tug my shirt out from my jeans.
“Take it off,” she demands and I chuckle at her newfound confidence as she runs her hands over my chest so that her nails lightly scratch my skin. My little wildcat. I’m looking forward to unleashing more of this side of her. I’m so aware of her virginity that part of me is holding back, as if I have to handle her like glass, but the woman now biting at my neck and reaching for my zipper is anything but fragile. Again I have to summon all my self-control not to just push her back onto the bed and take her roughly.
Instead I drop to my knees and begin to push her dress slowly up over her full, curvy thighs, kissing my way up her legs as I go. She parts her thighs and runs her fingers through my hair, tugging at it gently. The sensation sends shudders through my scalp that seem to go straight to my cock. I kiss all the way up to her panties and then brush my lips over her mound. She writhes underneath me and I can feel the wetness and warmth of her through the thin lace of her thong. Slowly I hook my fingers into her panties and slide them down her legs until they hit the floor.
I pause there, inhaling her scent, and then I stand and start to lift her dress over her body. As I lift it over her head she lifts her arms and arches her back to wiggle out of it. I have a sudden image of a serpent shedding her skin as she winds sensuously before me.
I kiss her hungrily and guide her hand to the zipper of my jeans. She fumbles to undo them, gasping as my cocks springs free into her hand. She tightens her hand around my shaft and squeezes, then reaches inside my pants to cup and fondle my balls. I groan loudly into her mouth and she hesitates.
“Is that okay?”
“Sure is darlin’. Don’t stop,” I urge her. She continues to fondle me until I’m leaking into her hand and stifling my groans against her mouth. Finally I push her back gently onto the bed and straddle her, pushing her thighs further apart with my own. I take her hands in one of mine and gently pin them ove
r her head. Claiming her. Owning her. She smiles up at me, her eyes hazy with lust, and I know I’ve never seen anything so beautiful as my woman underneath me for the first time. With my spare hand I push the cups of her bra up over her big, juicy breasts and bend to take one rock hard nipple into my mouth, sucking on it until she whimpers.
I rise above her, rubbing the tip of my dick against her opening. She looks at me expectantly.
“You want me Shannon?” I growl. She nods, her cheeks flushing. “You’re mine?”
“Yes,” she says in a long moan as I begin to nudge the tip of my cock slowly inside her. “Yes, I’m yours.” I feel a surge of triumph and I want to thrust into her but instead I stop, allowing her to get used to the unfamiliar sensation. She raises her hips, letting me know that she wants more, and I slide ever so slowly into her body until I’m buried inside her and I can feel the walls of her tight pussy gripping my cock. She wraps her legs around my back and grips my shoulders, urging me on with her fingertips. I begin to move inside her, staring deep into her eyes while I do so. She is so wet and warm and feels so good that I know it’s just as well that I need to go slowly, otherwise I won’t last five minutes. I pump her slow and deep and I can feel her body opening up to me.
Shannon closes her eyes and moans with abandon now, moving her hips in time with mine, taking her pleasure from me. She’s so sexy. Her hunger amazes me and turns me on even more until I’m aware of nothing but the feel and sight and smell of her. I pick up my pace and she bucks her hips, keeping up with my rhythm and burying her face in my shoulder to try and stifle her ever louder moans. I can feel that she is close.
She screams and comes in a sudden, warm rush of liquid that soaks my thighs and balls as her pussy clenches and tightens around me. It’s too much…there’s no way I can hold back any longer. I let go, almost bellowing into the pillow as the most intense orgasm I have ever had racks my body, draining every last drop as I spill my seed inside her.
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