Chapter Thirty-Seven Tiernan #3
The issue started when Lila found a rhythm that teased my length and crown just enough to mimic fucking to put me on the fast lane to a climax.
It was the way she rubbed her hips together over my cock that made it impossible not to come in my pants. My jaw flexed as I painfully bit down on a groan.
Precum gathered at my tip, and heat shot through my cock. Fuck.
“Excuse me.” I lifted my wife gently, placing her in my seat.
I strolled to the bathroom, the image of an unruffled prick. I bypassed the cabana near the dining room, choosing the bathroom on the other end of the first floor. I was about to slam the door behind me and tear my mickey off into the toilet when a small hand flattened against it.
My wife.
She smiled cheerfully. “Enjoying dinner?”
I yanked her inside and locked the door behind us, then descended upon her mouth like it was water in a desert. She pulled away, looking me square in the eye.
“I’m afraid I can’t allow that until you promise me two things.”
I would promise her the president’s balls for dessert to get a kiss at this point.
Still, I didn’t blink. Didn’t flinch. Only stepped back serenely, showing her that I could—and indeed would—resist her. “It’s cute when you do that.”
“Do what?”
“Act like you have power in this marriage.”
Any other woman would hurl sharp objects at me at this point. Not Lila. She learned the game. And, although she was dealt a modest hand, she still made the most out of it.
“Don’t let your ego stand in the way of a good orgasm, Tiernan.”
I was going to indulge this nonsense, because she was the one who gave me shit.
“What are your terms?”
“One—never use sex as a weapon against me,” she signed. “You don’t have to always touch me, but if you do, don’t leave me hanging intentionally. It’s disgusting and immature.”
I was getting schooled by an eighteen-year-old. One who handed me my own ass tonight and taught me a lesson.
Worst part was, I wanted to be my teacher’s pet.
“Acceptable,” I said laconically. “What’s your other demand?”
“Always tell me your plans. Where you’re going. Who you’re with.”
This posed more of an issue, since I sometimes visited high-risk places. I didn’t want her anywhere near them.
But I wasn’t ready for this thing between us to end.
Whatever it was.
“Fine,” I rasped.
She nodded, satisfied, and then, like a rabid badger, flung herself on me, planting wild kisses all over my face until she realized I was perfectly still. I waited. She stepped back. Glared at me with the prideful hurt only a gorgeous woman experiencing her first rejection could feel. Poor Lila.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’ve some demands of my own.”
“Okay.”
People probably speculated what we were doing away from the table, and it wasn’t playing chess with Vello’s bugged pieces.
“Never blue ball me again.”
She nodded.
“And never, ever go anywhere I’m at unless it’s a place you know is safe for you—Fermanagh’s, your parents’, your brothers’, etcetera.”
“So you could cheat on me?” She frowned at me furiously.
I almost laughed. Unfortunately, I had no spare energy to muster since all my blood was in my cock right now.
I ate the distance between us in half a step, lifting her face up to mine. “Tell me you’re jealous, and I promise I’ll never touch another woman again. It would be the first time I keep my word, but for you, I’ll do it.” My gaze dropped to her pouty, pink lips.
I hadn’t touched anyone. Not since that night with Becky. But I needed her to admit I wasn’t the only one going crazy here.
She tipped her chin up, examining me through hooded eyes.
“You make me jealous.” Her throat worked around a swallow. “You make me so sick with jealousy I can barely even stand it when you speak to other people. I’m jealous of the clothes you wear. Of the soap you use. Of the air you breathe. I hate so much that I like you. But the truth is…I do.”
True to herself, there was nothing cautious and measured about the way she said things.
She was intrepid and direct and much, much braver than I was. At least in that regard.
And I was done fucking talking, anyway.
My mouth came down hard against hers, my fist instinctively tightening around her hair from behind. Her arms locked around my neck. The kiss was carnal and desperate. Greedy and wet and sloppy, and my heart picked up, and my entire bleeding existence enhanced.
I’d been reduced to nothing but desire because of this woman, and now I was sneaking in other people’s toilets for stolen kisses like a teenage fool.
I grabbed her ass and hoisted her up, wrapping her legs around me. She weighed next to nothing, even pregnant, and again the thought of her assault drifted into my mind.
It was always there, in the back of my head.
An obsession I couldn’t get rid of. A hunger that replaced my need to kill Alex and his siblings.
And yet, I’d been stalling getting that hard evidence against Angelo, instead jerking around exploring other less-likely options. Because Angelo could take her from me.
More accurately, he could try.
And then I’d have to go to war with the Outfit, the Camorra, and the Bratva to keep her.
It wasn’t an ideal scenario, but one I was 100 percent prepared for.
She was mine. No replacements. No refunds.
“I want to have sex with you.” She spoke out the words into my mouth, our ragged, rough breaths meeting in the middle. “Now.”
God, I loved her voice. It felt like sunrays dancing on water. It fucking sparkled.
I couldn’t deny her. Much less wanted to.
But I wasn’t going to allow both of our first times to be in the bathroom where the help took their shits.
“Your bedroom upstairs. Now.” I bit down on her lower lip.
I released her momentarily. She grabbed my hand, unlocked the door, and pulled me up the stairs and to her room. My first time in her childhood shrine.
Uncoincidentally, it was a replica of what her mother had prepared in my apartment.
Childish. Unassuming. Infantile.
Flamingo-feathered lamps, a mountain of throws, and a ceiling glittered with stars.
And everything was so goddamn pink.
The setting was irrelevant, though. I locked the door behind us, seized the back of her head, and kissed her, slow and tender this time, walking her back to her bed while she clawed at my clothes, yanking my dress shirt from my slacks, unbuckling my belt, sinking her fingernails into my skin.
I broke the kiss and tilted her jawline with my thumbs so she would look at me. “We need to keep it quiet.”
“Why?”
Why, indeed? Was there better revenge for her brothers’ taking my eye out than having the entire Ferrante household, guests and servants included, listening as I defiled their precious baby girl?
But somewhere down the line, tormenting the Ferrante men became marginally less satisfying than… well, Lila herself.
And, fine, maybe I respected her. Enough to protect her privacy.
“Because you’re mine. Your moans. Your pleasure. Your words. No one else is allowed to hear them.”
Lila nodded eagerly, fusing our lips together again, falling to the bed and taking me down with her. Her legs opened for me. She didn’t wear any leggings.
Slipping a hand under her dress, I found a tiny pair of underwear, completely soaked.
“Lace,” I growled into her mouth approvingly. “I don’t remember you owning fine lingerie.”
“Your sister took me shopping. I told her I wanted to seduce you.”
Like she needed to seduce me. She could roll in pig shit and I’d lick her clean from head to toe.
Reaching between her legs, I used the tip of my pinky to drag her dress up, sensually slow.
Lila’s breathing ceased and we both watched as a tiny, lacy white thong appeared, covering a pale triangle.
The part that covered her pussy lips was cotton, and it was drenched with her juices.
I slowly removed her underwear to reveal a trimmed little cunt.
I looked up. Blush crept onto my wife’s cheeks. “She told me to groom down there, too.”
I made a mental note to treat Tierney to her favorite funnel cake. And maybe an entire Miu Miu shop.
“Sure you want this?” I asked, glad she couldn’t hear my voice cracking midsentence.
“I’m sure.”
She trusted me with her body.
With her secrets.
With her heart.
The first person who ever did. I wanted to earn it. To deserve it.
I removed her dress but kept her heels on, struggling to maintain a detached air.
Once I was done, I took off all of my clothes.
Even the goddamn socks. I wanted this to be…
right. Then I stood before her and gave her a few seconds to take it all in.
Her icy blues roamed my body, and she gulped.
Then she pushed forward onto her knees and crawled across the bed, fisting my cock and giving it a stroke.
The first time she had touched it since the first night I ate her out.
I hissed in pain and looked away.
Still, I let her explore it.
She touched the tip first, her lower lip trapped under her teeth, then ran her slender fingers over the length of it, cupping my balls.
I closed my eye and sighed. I had my dick hoovered by countless women whose damn job was to suck cock, and never was it this erotic, this satisfying, this… thrilling.
Lila kissed the tip of my cock, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I gently shoved her down and nestled between her legs. Hot. Wet. Welcoming. And I wasn’t even in yet.
I drank her in, wishing for the first time I had two eyes again so I could see more of her.
There wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough of this woman.
I ducked down to kiss her, and she met me halfway, sighing into my mouth, her fingers caressing my shoulders, my rib cage, my back.
Soothingly, like she knew this was new and terrifying to me as much as it was for her.
I covered her entire body with mine, introducing her to the full weight of me before I was inside her. Giving her another chance to change her mind. My cock latched hotly against her hard, round stomach, and I quickly averted my mind from the baby inside it.