CHAPTER THREE
FERGUS
As hard as it is to pull my lips from hers, I force myself to stop kissing my brown eyed beauty for a minute and stand at the foot of the bed, then pull Nola up in front of me so I can get all of the barriers between us off. I need to feel more of her skin.
Starting with her shorts, I tug open the button and push the offending denim down without bothering to unzip them. As she kicks them off to the side, I go right to work unbuttoning my own shirt while she lifts off her own. As I push off my dress shirt, then tug off my t-shirt, I feel a pull at my waistband and look down to see Nola’s nimble fingers unbuckling my belt.
Our eyes meet again, almost in a dare to see who caves and looks away first, but our hands don’t stop moving.
My hands roam over her shoulders, tracing the delicate curve of her collarbone before I unhook the back clasp of her bra with a flick of my own nimble fingers. Wrestling it off her arms, forcing her to let go of the front of my pants that she’s got pushed down around my ass, as soon as she lets go, I send the lace goes flying and my belt makes a clank as my pants hit the floor.
Needing to feel every inch of her, I squeeze her ass with both hands and pull Nola into my chest.
She lets out a shocked cry, her eyes wide, but she shows me nothing but trust and need. The softness of her skin sends shivers coursing through my body as I explore the unfamiliar territory that is now all mine.
Lifting her takes no strength whatsoever. Nola is light as a feather.
Her legs wrap around my waist, pressing her center against my stomach, and I feel her heat against my skin through the lace of her panties. I need them gone.
I can feel her fingers gripping my shoulders, her nails digging lightly into my flesh as she whispers my name, each syllable a plea, a promise, a deepening of our connection.
Laying her back, I follow Nola down to the mattress and lay on my stomach between her legs. “Scoot up to the pillows, álainn.”
Once she’s where I want her, I slide forward a few inches and grab hold of the side string of her panties, then rip the lace to shreds.
“Oh!” Nola exclaims, her body jerking with my harsh movements.
“Don’t worry,” I say as I lift her knees and spread her legs apart, making room for my wide shoulders. “I’ll buy you more.”
Tracing my hands up her inner thighs, I don’t stop moving until I have Nola’s ass cheeks in my hands again and her back arched just enough to put her pussy in my face.
While I’d love nothing more than to spend all night running my hands all over her body, feeling every inch of her smooth skin, my self-control is gone and I don’t have anything left in me but the need to take everything she has to give.
Tracing the folds of her clit with my tongue, I get the first taste of my future. She is sweet like honey with a hint of vanilla. It reminds me of the imported Cuban cigars I have in my office at home. I don’t smoke them often, only when I’ve had a rough day, and only ever in my office, but now I’ll never forget this moment every time I light one up.
Nola’s entire body shakes in response, so I take it as invitation to keep going and cover her clit with my mouth and suck hard.
“Fergussssss,” she cries. The sound is everything I’ve ever dreamed it would be and more.
Needing more, I keep sliding my tongue through the center of her pussy, learning and memorizing every fold, every movement and reaction her body makes when I hit a certain spot. Every second I spend between her thighs, my balls feel tight so I grind my boxer covered length into the bed to try and relieve some of the pressure so I don’t explode too soon. I can’t let go anywhere but inside of Nola, and I can’t do that until I make her come on my face at least once.
“I need you, Fergus,” Nola cries as I press the tip of my tongue to her opening, seeing how far she’ll let me in. “I need your cock.”
Hearing her talk so dirty, telling me what she needs, really fucking does it for me.
Needing more, Nola fists her fingers in my hair, another thing I’ve just now realized I like and will do anything for her to do again and again. Her hips buck up, and she presses my face as deep into her as it can go, smothering me in the process and making it a little hard to catch my breath—oh, but what a way to go.
I give everything I have to my woman, because that is what she is now, mine. There is no going back after this. There will never be a day when I won’t thank my lucky stars for dropping this angel into the lap of the devil, and I’ll never give her back.
Flicking my tongue again over her sensitive flesh, I reach up and squeeze one of her tits and pinch the nipple.
“I’m gonna,” she pants, her words fading into each deep breath she takes. “I think . . . That feels so . . . I’m gonna . . .” A scream so loud leaves her lips, I wouldn’t be shocked if she’s heard three floors down.
Bringing my hand back down quick, I slide two fingers into her pussy and feel it pulse and pull like she’s trying to get me deeper.
“Fergus!” she cries out again. “Fuck me, please.”
And who am I to say no and not give her what she wants? Unless it was to keep her safe, I would never deny Nola anything.
I slide myself up her body, kissing every inch of skin my lips can reach until hers are kissing me back.
When our eyes lock, I can’t help but pause for a second to soak in the reality of this moment. I waited so long to get here, with no one’s stupidity but my own holding me back, and if I could pinch myself without moving away from this perfect moment, I would.
Nola’s hands slide down my back, then her fingers dig beneath the waistband of my boxer briefs, pulling me back to the moment. Together we push the cotton down until I can kick it off my feet.
Bracing myself with my left forearm, I fist my cock and rub it at her entrance. “Is this what you need, álainn? Do you need me right here?” I thrust forward just a bit, giving her just the tip.
And she does. With a nod, Nola grabs my butt in both hands and pulls me down into the cradle of her thighs, forcing to move my hand, enveloping my entire nine inches in one smooth glide.
We both cry out and I can do nothing but pepper her face with kisses as she adjusts to me. Her pussy flutters as I rock my hips back and forth, not leaving her warmth, but letting her stretch around me.
“Fergus?” I look up and almost pull back at the sight of a tear rolling down her cheek.
“What’s the matter, love? Did I hurt you?”
“No,” she replies as she shakes her head once. “It’s just a lot. And it’s been a while.”
“I’m sorry for pushing you.”
“You didn’t.” Nola brackets my face and brushes away my worry with her fingers. “I pulled you down on me.”
Trying to lighten the mood as I feel her hips start to wiggle, I give her a wink and a smirk as I press a little more of my weight down on her. The small push makes her eyes close and I know it was just what she needed to bring the mood back to a good place.
“We’ll take it slow for just a minute. It’s okay.” I keep rocking my hips into hers, starting off at a steady pace, until I feel her legs wrap around mine and pull me into her all the way again.
“Oh God,” she cries out. “You’re so deep.”
“Does that feel good?” I ask with a smile as I start sliding out a few inches. My eyes bounce back and forth between her face and my cock disappearing inside of her. “Should I keep going?”
“Yes . . . more . . . yes,” she pleads each time I bottom out in her pussy.
“Nola,” I grunt on a downstroke, “you feel so good.”
When her hands slide back in my hair, wrapping her arms over my shoulders, I take that as a green light to give her everything I’ve got.
I push up and put more weight on my knees to get a better angle and drop my hips into her over and over and over again.
We fight for kisses between words and breaths.
“This . . . yes . . . please . . . Fergus . . . oh, God . . . I’ve never.” Her loud cries are music to my ears.
“Take it . . . every fuckin’ inch . . . that’s it . . . fuck . . . you’re gonna make me come.”
I know I don’t deserve this woman. She’s way too good for a man like me, one who does the things that I do, that lives and thrives in the world of darkness and evil, but I don’t care. I will take care of Nola, hold her tight, and never let the darkness touch her. She shines so bright, and I will never let her dim or lose her warmth.
I’ve done a lot of bad things in my thirty-eight years, but touching this woman and making her mine will not be one of those things. She will be my salvation and grace. I will be her strength.
“You’re so tight,” I murmur between kisses, my words intermingling with the rhythm of our breaths.
The flutters around my cock, and the tempo of my thrusts, finally reach the point of no return and we both crash over the edge. Nothing I have felt before will ever compare to having Nola Taylor coming on my cock at the same time as I fill her. My body goes still, frozen, as she rocks below me taking what she needs, the last spasms rippling through her body.
Once I drain every last drop of my cum into what is now my pussy, and Nola is done pulling on my hair, I roll us both over so she lays out on top of me.
I feel Nola’s fingers on my bicep, tracing the tattoos that run all the way down my left arm, from shoulder to wrist, and press a kiss to the crown of her head. “How are you feeling, álainn?”
“Mmmm,” she purrs as she wiggles a bit and my length slides out of her causing me to groan in pleasure. Nola rests her chin on my chest and presses a kiss to the under side of my chin. “I never want to leave this bed.”
“Is that a good thing?” I wrap my arms around her back and lift her until our lips meet. I wrestle my tongue with hers, both of us winning because there are no losers when I have her exactly where I’ve wanted her since the day we met.
When I finally let her up for air, she untangles her arms from under mine and presses her palms into the pillow, bracketing me in a curtain of her hair. “I’ve never felt like this before, Fergus. I didn’t know it could feel like this.”
“Like what?”
“Perfect?” she replies with a shrug. “Is that corny to say?”
“Nola,” I pinch her chin with my thumb and forefinger, pulling her lips down to mine. With only a breath between us, I keep her in place so she has to see and feel what I’m about to say. “Nothing you ever say or feel will be wrong or corny. You are a strong, beautiful woman and I will never allow you to say anything bad about yourself ever again. Do I make myself clear?”
She nods, her smile growing so big that it’s infectious. “Yes.”
“You’re mine now, Nola.” I finally press my lips to hers and hold her there until I need to breathe. “I know this is alot to dump on you on day one, because I came in strong and didn’t give you much of a choice, but there’s no going back. No take backs. No restarts. From now on it’s me and you against the world. Are you ready for that?”
With a flick of her tongue against my lips, Nola takes and conquers a kiss of her own. I try to battle her for control, but I quickly realize this is her moment and back down to let her lead. When she finally lets me go, she rolls to my side and props herself up on her side.
“Fergus Finnegan O’Carroll, you just came inside of me without a condom. Do you think I’m going to let you go anywhere?”
Holy fuck! Well that was a first . . . and I can’t wait to do it again.
And I do!