Chapter 21 Aoife #2
The car feels too small for the heat of us.
My skin is slick with sweat, my breasts wet from his mouth, my thighs shaking from the brutal pace he forces me to keep.
I think I have already shattered, but Declan does not let up.
His hands grip my ass, lifting and dropping me, making me ride him even when my body pleads for mercy.
“Don’t stop now,” he growls, his breath hot against my cheek. “You’re not done until I say so. Come for me again.”
“I can’t,” I gasp, voice breaking, but my pussy clenches on him, betraying me, milking his cock like it wants to prove him right.
“Yes you can,” he says, dragging one hand up from my ass to my breast, pinching my nipple so hard I squeal. He latches onto my throat, sucking until my vision goes white at the edges. “You’ll give me another one. You’ll give me as many as I fucking want.”
He angles his hips and the thick head of him slams right into that sweet spot, sharp and unyielding, over and over until my cries turn to screams. My nails claw his shoulders, my hair plastered to my sweaty face as the orgasm rips through me, my cunt clamping down so hard he groans into my neck.
“That’s it. Again. Milk me like a good little slut.”
I collapse against him, trembling, but he is not finished. He lifts me, spins me around in the cramped space, and bends me over the steering wheel. The leather is cold against my chest, my breasts flattened, nipples scraping as he shoves back inside me from behind.
The angle is brutal, his cock spearing me deep, and I scream into the horn, the sound muffled against the wheel. His palm smacks my ass hard enough to echo in the car, then again, the sting blooming until I am crying.
“You sound so fucking pretty when you scream,” he groans, fucking me harder. “So wet, soaking the seat. You love it like this, don’t you? Fucked until you forget your own name.”
“Yes,” I sob, clenching around him, the filthy squelch of my cunt filling the space.
He leans over me, one hand on the wheel, the other reaching under to squeeze my tits, twisting my nipples as he drives into me. His teeth drag down my back, sharp and possessive, marking me with every thrust. My pussy gushes around him, slick dripping onto the leather, the wet slap of it obscene.
I come again, a sudden sharp wave that leaves me clawing the dash, my voice gone raw. He groans like an animal, rutting into me through it, spanking me until my ass is red and stinging.
When my knees buckle, he hauls me back upright, flipping me in his lap again.
His cock is still iron-hard, wet with me, and he buries it deep the moment I straddle him.
I cry out, shaking, but he grips my hips and forces me to roll slow, serpentine, grinding down on him until the friction has me moaning again.
“That’s it. Like a snake,” he whispers against my mouth, biting my lip. “Grind on me. Make yourself come on my cock again.”
I obey, circling my hips, grinding until my clit drags over him, sparks shooting through me. His tongue lolls against my breast as he sucks it deep, his groans wet and filthy. He switches, tugging one nipple between his teeth while his hand mauls the other, saliva dripping down my chest.
“Greedy slut,” he snarls, his words broken by groans. “You’re going to keep coming for me until I fill you. Until you’re ruined and dripping with my seed.”
The words undo me. My body bows back, my orgasm crashing through me, clenching down on his cock so hard he curses, his hands digging bruises into my hips. He fucks me through it, groaning into my chest, thrusts ragged, desperate now.
“I can’t hold it anymore,” he growls, his voice wrecked. “You’re too tight. Too wet. I’m gonna come, Aoife.”
“Do it,” I beg, grinding down harder, my breasts bouncing under his greedy hands. “Give me every last drop. Fill me until I’m dripping. Don’t you dare stop.”
His roar fills the car as he slams up into me, cock jerking, hot and thick spurts spilling deep. He holds me down hard, buried to the hilt, grinding to push it all in. His mouth latches onto my breast one last time, biting hard as he empties himself, groaning like a man broken.
I milk him with my cunt, clenching, rolling, grinding slow as he floods me, his hips jerking through every last pulse. The wet sounds are obscene, cum spilling, our bodies shaking together until we collapse in a mess of sweat, spit, and heat.
The windows are dripping with condensation, the car reeking of sex. His hands stay locked on my breasts, thumbs stroking lazily over the swollen nipples he mauled, while his cock softens inside me, still leaking, still filling.
I rest my head against his shoulder, marked, sore, and hungry for more.
We don’t speak for a few breaths—just the soft tick of the cooling engine and the slow drag of our lungs figuring out where to put the air again.
My dress is rucked to my waist, tights around one ankle like a shipwrecked thing, his shirt half-buttoned wrong and damp where I bit his clavicle.
He kisses the crown of my head and finally eases out of me with a wet, obscene slip that pulls a shiver down my spine.
I groan, low, more protest than complaint.
“Greedy,” he murmurs, voice a wrecked velvet.
“Occupational hazard,” I say, tugging my skirt down and wiping my thigh with the corner of his handkerchief. “Chef. Always thinking about seconds.”
He laughs, quiet and satisfied, then reaches to fix my bra with the absent competence of a man who’s learned the fasteners by heart.
I smooth lipstick over the bruised bow of my mouth with a fingertip, catch our reflection ghosted in the fogged glass—two sinners, steamed and smiling like we got away with something.
The wipers squeak once. He starts the car.
Winter air slithers in through the cracked window, smelling of salt and old snow.
We roll through the iron gates, gravel crunching, the estate rising from the dark like a lesson I never learned the first time.
His hand slides to my knee, a claim and a comfort both, and I let it stay.
Then I see the shape on the steps—one of his men, collar up, shoulders tight. He waits for us to sober up. When Declan rolls the window down, he leans in and says only, voice flat as a bell at midnight, “There’s been another body.”