Fionn’s hands slid into her hair to grip her head, tilting her to a different angle. His cock slid farther along her tongue to her throat. “Lyse…God, that’s it. Right there. Your mouth…” He eased back, pushed in again. The silken skin she sucked seemed so soft, but the weight of him was heavy between her lips, making her jaw ache. She nursed him anyway, wanting to give him pleasure, wanting everything she could get, including his come in her mouth. Controlling him like this, seeing his head thrown back, his eyes squeezed tight in what looked like agony—she could climax just like this, just from watching him, touching him, loving him.
Her heart clenched hard.
“You’ve got to stop, love,” he choked as the head pushed against her throat once more. Slowly, holding her still with his fists in her hair, he slid back until his cock fell from her lips. When she whined, he smiled. “Keep that up and this’ll end real soon.”
“You keep saying that, but it doesn’t look like we’re getting closer to the end.”
“One of us is.” A ragged laugh left him. “C’mere.”
Pulling her up onto her knees, he settled her hands on his chest. “Touch me, Lyse.”
He asked her to touch him so he could have free reign to do the same, she realized a second later when rough hands palmed her breasts. She could barely concentrate on the hills and valleys of masculine muscles in front of her, the sheer power beneath her palms and fingertips, when he was plucking her nipples, pinching, milking. One hand roamed along her scar, down the valley between her breasts, her ribs, up her back and then down. His grip on her ass cheek sent a thrill of excitement through her—the first time a man had touched her there, that anyone had touched her there. She hadn’t realized how sensitive it would be. Or how agonizingly close to the center of her torture it was. She wanted him between her legs, wanted him to lick her like she had him, to touch her, but most of all she wanted the hard length of him pushing inside her, giving her the ultimate pleasure a woman could find.
And if he didn’t do it soon, she really just might scream, audience or no audience.
She shifted, trying to get his hand closer to where she wanted it. “Fionn, please.” They’d just started, hadn’t they? So why did she feel like she couldn’t take much more without going insane?
His hand left her breast to cup her cheek, tilting her up for his mouth to meet hers. “What do you need?”
She couldn’t help a strangled laugh. “Is that even a question?” She dug her fingers into his lean hips, wishing she had the courage to slide around and explore his backside the way he had hers. “You know what I need.” He had to. Because if he didn’t, she was going to do it herself, and her fingers would be a poor substitute for his cock; she knew that from experience.
He put one knee on the mattress and used the weight of his body to push her backward until she collapsed onto the bed. “I’ll tell you what I need,” he said.
She might not live through that, but she didn’t argue, merely scrambled toward the head of the bed, her mouth going dry. “What’s that?”
This time it was Fionn doing the stalking, his eyes dark and intent, his body overwhelming, his cock thick and rock-hard where it dangled between his thighs. “I need to feck you. I need to push inside that body until you glove me tighter than anyone has before; I know you will. I know you’ll feel so good I’ll be breakin’ a sweat tryin’ to hold back, tryin’ to take it slow.” His accent thickened as he crawled over her legs. “I want to suck those pretty tits and feel you clench around me, feel you flood me with your pleasure, feel how slick and hot and tight you’ll get right as you’re about to come on my cock.”
He was above her chest now, his knees planting between hers, forcing them apart. Forcing her to give him access, to show him the most intimate part of herself. To trust him not to hurt her, to take care of her. And she wanted the same, no matter how hard her heart was beating or how tight her stomach suddenly was.
“I need to shove myself deep right as you let go, feel those muscles milk me.” He leaned right over her, his mouth coming to brush hers ever so gently. “And then I need to do it all over again.”
God, yes.
She couldn’t wait for him—she grabbed his head and brought it to hers. Her mouth opened to just the right angle, fitting to his, allowing his tongue inside like she’d kissed him a thousand times. In her dreams she had, but nothing, absolutely nothing could have prepared her for the reality of Fionn’s gravelly voice in her ears, his tongue in her mouth, his stubble rasping her sensitive skin. His body coming down over hers. His weight was the best thing she’d ever felt in her life—until the head of his cock grazed her clit. She cried out into his mouth, her eyes going wide.
Fionn’s smile was the slightest bit strained. “I’ve got you, love. Don’t you be worryin’.”
He shifted to one side and reached for the nightstand. Inside the drawer he grabbed a small foil packet—a condom. The thought of birth control hadn’t even entered her mind. Stupid. But Fionn was taking care of her, just like she’d known he would.
A few seconds of fiddling and he got the condom on. She sucked in a breath, preparing for pain when he entered her, but not yet. Instead he leveraged a bit off her and
