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D id he know I would be here, or was it a strange coincidence? Did he follow me in? How often did he come here? Was it Ronan watching and following me the last time I was here? These distracting thoughts circled in my brain as his mouth claimed mine, and a shiver slid down my spine as his tongue danced with mine and tasted like…spearmint.
Oh no, he was my boss. Was this a good idea? What if the big boss found out? I didn’t want to lose my job. How are we going to work together from this point onwards?
His arms rose from the water like beautiful sea beasts, and his hand grasped the rock wall, caging me in. Yet his mouth, tongue, and lips captured me under their spell. He kisses differently to Rourke.
It was unfair to compare the two men while I was kissing one of them. But Rourke’s every movement, action, and touch was laced with suppressed rage, a wound-up coil that was dangerously close to snapping. Only a thin layer of control prevented him from unleashing that animalistic side. It seemed life had served him a debilitating blow, and he forever carried that resentment; perhaps he didn’t notice the energy that peeled off him. Possibly, he battled with it every day.
Meanwhile, Ronan was leveled out, calm, reliable, and lovely. Ronan was lying on the beach on a Sunday morning on a summer’s day, the warm breeze brushing against the naked skin, sand under our feet, gentle, frothing waves washing inshore.
Ronan was a simmering Summer.
Rourke was a crushing Winter.
But Ronan’s summer day still had a dangerous side, and it was less pronounced, crept up on you when you least expected it. Lazy sea waves could turn deadly if you’re not careful, and stunning beauty fools, even the most intelligent and vigilant folk.
“Are you going to get in trouble?” I spoke into his soft, warm mouth.
“No. By who?” his teeth bit down on my bottom lip and sucked, and my clit panged, drawing out a moan. A mischievous smile stretched across that perfect face, and his hand moved from behind my head and disappeared under the water.
“Your boss. The big boss,” I told him as that straying hand found its way to the base of my spine.
“How will he know? I won’t tell him,” his deep voice vibrated against my cheek. “Will you?”
“No. I’m too scared to talk to him,” I confessed, honestly.
All that talk in the kitchen about the ‘big boss,’ even though I knew a lot of it was exaggerated, still, there was a reason why they said those things. Someone said he slit a man’s throat who owed him money and let him die on the road. A waitress warned that he didn’t trust anyone who didn’t look him in the eye and sacked a girl for staring at his shoes because she was too scared to look at his face. Another waitress said that he kept gold fillings of his victims, then melted them down to make rings…okay, that’s probably a lie, I hoped.
“Too scared?” he groaned smoothly. “Stop talking about him.”
His hand moved in between my thighs, and that was enough to pull me out of worrying thoughts about the future of my job and how the big boss would react if he found out.
I sighed as his big hand cupped my pussy, and a finger slipped in. “What are you going to do to me?” I moaned as his thumb tapped on my clit, and I flinched and grabbed his broad shoulders for something to hold on to.
He brought his mouth close to mine, staring down at me with those bright blue eyes, unflinching, determined. “Fuck you. Make you scream.”
“I…” words stolen from my mouth by his simmering lust. “Um.”
Beads of water dotted his eyelashes captivated me as those dangerous words fell from his succulent lips, making the moment almost mystical. Breath graced my lips, mixed with the sprays from the waterfall.
He claimed my mouth again, this time with more vigor, fucking me with his tongue as those fingers moved deeper inside me, and as a natural reaction, I began rolling my hips against him.
“Where’s my selkie,” he hissed as he nibbled along my jaw and neck.
“I don’t know,” I moaned back, wondering if he’s confused me with someone else or if I reminded him of someone. The truth had a habit of flying out of someone’s mouth in moments of heat and drunkenness.
“You do,” his voice steely as his teeth bit my earlobe and sucked hard as his fingers moved in and out of my sodden core.
“I do?” I replied as the orgasm was brimming, trembling down my thighs to the tips of my toes. Even my fingers were tingling from being enveloped in Ronan. Everywhere I looked, I saw Ronan’s muscular shoulders, Ronan’s strong cheekbones, Ronan’s penetrating stare, Ronan’s chocolate hair swept back. Engulfed in Ronan’s snare, I didn’t want to be freed again.
“You’ll cum when I say,” his voice shuddering down my skin. “Ssselkie.”
“I don’t know who that is,” I cried out as the orgasm was so close I knew I couldn’t stop it.
“Not who,” his fingers pulled out of my pussy as his cock snaked along my stomach. “What.”
“I don’t know what that is,” I corrected my words for him.
His lips pressed against my cheek. “Spread them for me, Ssselkie.”
Buoying on the water, I opened my legs, and his large hands seized my thighs and wrapped them around his lean torso, ramming his cock inside me in one go. I yelped in pleasure as he filled me up but didn’t move. Instead, he claimed my mouth again, kissing me…so long, deep, hungry, so fucking hungry.
After another long-simmering kiss, he moved his hips and pulled out some of the way before ramming back in. I lurched and cried out. “Don’t cum until I say,” his voice turned dark, and the ominous cloud suffocated our summer sun.
He pulled out some of the way again, then drove back into me, slowly, tauntingly, and I yelped, gripping him so tightly, those eyes drilling, watching every ripple on my face.
“Like you did to me, Selkie,” he teased darkly.
He pulled out, then drove into me again, and my mouth gaped as the orgasm took hold of me, filling me up.
“Don’t cum until I say,” he snarled as his fingers dug into the back of my thighs.
“I can’t,” I cried as my skin melted under his touch and my breath hitched. Weak and useless. It’s over. Ronan had ruined me for life.
His big hands seized my cheeks, forcing me to look at him. “Don’t cum until I say.”
“Why are you so mean?” I cried out, sounding so pathetic; even Annika was disappointed in me.
His hips moved out as he kept his hands firmly on my face, then impaled my body, and I gasped, struggling to stall the impending orgasm.
“Why?” I groaned as a cold tear struck my cheek, followed by another one, until I realized that the heavens had opened up and it started to rain.
Ignoring the falling rain and the temperature change, Ronan pulled out again as my body contracted. “Because… I…can,” he hummed, driving his cock hard into me and I tried to tip my head back for relief, but his hands held my head firmly, unmovable.
Caged in Ronan.
The rain fell harder as the water filled my eyes, forcing me to squint. Dribbles ran off his brown hair down his nose, where I detected a light covering of freckles. My finger found the place between his eyes, and I drew a line from his nose to his lips.
“Freckles,” I whispered.
His eyes softened for a moment, hypnotized, until something changed, a shadow cast across his face. He pulled out again and snarled, “I thought you couldn’t see much with your glasses,” before driving into me.
The orgasms struck hard, claiming my body, and yet he growled, digging his fingers into my thighs. “Don’t cum until I say.”
“No,” my body trembled as the rain washed down my face, pummeling my shoulders and wet skull.
He shook me roughly, shoving his hips against my shaking, sensitive body on the edge of purgatory. “Not until I say.”
I clung to his shoulders, holding my breath desperately, trying so hard to stop the rippling while my body was wrapped around his cock.
“I can’t do it,” I breathed as the orgasm possessed me and thundered through my body.
He pulled out and drove into me again, grunting as he offloaded, and I squeezed my eyes tight, depressed that I disappointed him. He loosened his grip on my thighs and let me float in the water before pulling out.
The rain pelted down as cool air brushed over my shoulders, his body heat diminishing as he drifted away from me. When I was brave enough to open my eyes, he was climbing out of the pool, baring all, beautiful toned backside, moving as he grabbed his clothes, lying wet in the rain.
Once he was clothed, he looked back at me beneath streaming rain. “I’ll drive you back to campus,” he offered, stepped to my towel, and opened it for me to be wrapped in.
Feeling self-conscious, I swam to the edge of the pool and climbed out naked as those blue eyes raked over my body again. He then cocooned me in the damp towel. I quickly slipped my wet clothes under the towel while he held my glasses.
As I took my glasses from him, under his curious stare, I cleaned the raindrops off the fake lenses with the towel before slotting them over my nose.
“You’ll need a hot shower when you get back so you don’t catch a cold,” he suggested, and I smiled, feeling the twinge between my legs from his cock and liking it.
But I didn’t like this strange moroseness that had come over us, swallowing every fragment of light or joy that we had before he seduced me. He seemed disappointed in me. Why? Just because I didn’t cum when he wanted me to.
He walked ahead of me on the carved forest path as my feet dragged behind, wondering if it would be better and more comfortable if I took the bus back to campus. But he was right. Wandering around in wet clothes wasn’t healthy.
He led me to a shiny dark blue SUV, opened the door for me, and climbed in, inhaling the scent of his cologne.
“You must be well-paid at Savile,” I said, then wanted to swallow my words, worried that I might offend him.
“I do,” he replied. “The Big Boss, as you call him, looks after me very well.”
It was an hour-long drive back to campus, and we were mostly silent, steeped in a melancholy that I didn’t understand. I tried to start a conversation to cool the intensity in the small space, but he seemed distracted.
“Thanks for the ride,” I said, so pleased to get out of that suffocating space and away from his discontent in me.
He barely replied as I shut the door and ran inside past three of my roommates sitting on the benches out the front, taking great interest in the SUV. When I grazed past them and hunted through my bag for my keycard, I was pleased that it was raining so nobody could detect my tears.