CHAPTER FIVE
NOLA
Circling my hands around his waist, I press myself against Fergus’s back as he rinses the bubbles from his face and beard. I swear this darling man of mine has more products for the hair on his face than he does on his head. But that’s okay, it’s soft and he likes when I pull on it when I’m riding his dick.
Which is what I would love to be doing right now.
“What are you doing, mo fhíorghra?”
“I missed you.” I know I’m whining, but I really did miss him.
Corrin called just as Fergus and I were about to crawl into bed last night, and then he was gone all night. This is the first morning in the month I’ve been living with him that I woke up not in his arms and I was sad . . . for all about five seconds until I heard the water running in the shower and realized he was finally home.
Turning in my arms, Fergus leans down to kiss me, sending a spray of water over both our heads.
I pull his head down to deepen our kiss and hold him to my lips with my hand on the back of his neck.
“How much did you miss me?” He asks as he licks a stray drop of water from my bottom lip.
“So much.”
“I know just the way you can show me.”
“Yes, please.”
And with that, his hands slide down my body, fingers tracing both my nipples before continuing their journey along my ribcage, then stomach, and finally resting at my hips. With a tight squeeze, Fergus spins us both around so I’m now facing the shower wall. My hands hit the marble in a loud slap to keep my body from moving an inch from where he wants me.
“Keep your hands right there,” he growls as he bites down on the side of my neck. “Don’t move.”
His hands begin their journey across my body again, but this time with him pressed up tight behind me. He starts at my butt this time. “Your ass fits my hands perfectly. It was made for me.”
“Yesssss,” I hiss as he squeezes it so tight I can feel each finger pressing deep.
Moving on, as his hands move to my front, he brushes soft touches across my pelvis, up my torso, and across my sternum, before one hand stops its journey at my left breast, while the other creeps up to turn my face to the right so our lips meet.
It’s hard to turn too far, since I’m not allowed to move my hands from the wall, but with Fergus being a fair bit taller than I am, we make it work. Not that I’m short by any means, at five foot eight I’m taller than most of my friends, including Remi, but it puts me a good six inches below Fergus who towers over me at six-two.
“Is this what you wanted . . . when you interrupted . . . my shower?” Fergus lets my chin go and goes back to kissing that same spot on my neck. If he keeps this up, I have no doubt there will be one hell of a mark by the time he’s done with me.
“I just wanted you . . .” The shower starts to fill with steam, which is making my hands start to slide, but I quickly put them back where they belong before I continue my answer. “. . . however you would take me.”
“Any way I want?”
“Please.” I hear myself begging again, but I can’t help it. My skin is on fire from his touch and it’s driving me crazy.
“Do you want me, Nola?” This time it’s his teeth that dig into my shoulder and it sends my body into a full shiver even though the water is cranked up to almost as hot as it can go.
“Yes.”
“Where do you want me?” Fergus runs his right hand down my stomach until his fingers slide between my folds, then he presses his middle finger just deep enough inside of my pussy to send me spiraling over the edge.
Not able to help what happens next, I let go of the wall and fold in half as my body convulses and rides out the orgasm coursing through me. My hands land on my knees, stopping me from tumbling to the floor of the shower like a wet noodle.
Then everything happens so fast, I can’t do anything but hold onto the arms now wrapped around my waist for dear life.
“You wanted me, now you’ll get all of me,” Fergus hisses in my ear as he holds me up with one arm so my back is against his chest with no space in between. The other arm is moving between us, his hand pressing his dick forward between my thighs until he finds the right angle and slams up into me in one thrust. The force of his hips slamming into my ass forces me up onto my toes with every push.
“Fuck me,” I pant between breaths.
“You wanted it,” his words are harsh, and would sound angry if it weren’t for the fact that I can already differentiate this tone from when he really is upset. He’s never yelled at me, but I’ve heard him raise some hell at people over the phone when he’s in his office and doesn’t think I can hear him.
“I need it.”
“Take every inch.” Thrust thrust thrust. “Your pussy was made for me,” his words send shivers down my spine and make me squeeze my pussy around him.
“You fuck me so good.” I need more so I arch my back as much as his arms around me allow.
Fergus all of a sudden lets me go, and I think I’m going to fall again, but I should know better. His hands take hold of my breasts just like he did earlier with my ass, cupping them as he seems to kick his hips into a higher gear. His cock slams into me over and over and over, pushing into me harder with each thrust.
I hear his breathing start to become sharper and more labored.
I feel as his hands slide down my chest and grab hold of my hips again.
I look down and see his fingers digging into my skin as his muscular thighs move forward and back into mine.
I smell the musk of his body wash float in the air around us.
I can still taste his kiss even though our lips aren’t touching right this moment.
Sex with Fergus is a full body, immersive experience. It wraps around all of your senses and sends your body rushing into another universe. It’s all encompassing and overwhelming, but only in the best ways.
My body almost buckles again when he bends me forward, this time on purpose, and sinks into me deeper from a new angle. I can feel his balls slapping against my pussy with every forward thrust he powers into me.
“Holy mother of hell.”
Another orgasm sneaks past my defenses, not that I have many because with the way I’m feeling right now, I may never have control of it ever again. I try to let out a scream, but no sound makes it past my lips.
Mid-pulse, Fergus pulls out of me, spins me around, picks me up by the back of my thighs, and slams me back on his cock while pushing my back against the cool shower wall.
I wrap my legs around his waist, my arms around his shoulders, and bounce against him with every ounce of energy I somehow have left in my body. As he pushes into me, I push down on him and I go wild.
Our kisses are sloppy. Our grunts and moans and sighs are loud.
I’m desperate for every movement. I’m hungry for him in a way I have yet to experience.
Our time together is still so new, every touch is like opening a new present on your birthday and realizing that it is everything you have been asking for.
Then just as quick and hard as he pushed into me with his first thrust, he slams into me again and stays buried deep. His hard body holds me tight against the wall and his pulses send me spiraling for a third time. Our hips rock and circle, giving each other everything we have.
“How does it keep getting better every time?” he pants against my lips, thrusting forward one more time before slipping free and help me settle to my feet.
“I’m not going to complain,” I reply with a wink.
“Me neither, álainn.”
Fergus shuts off the water and opens the shower door, letting in a blast of cold air. I ring as much water out of my hair as I can before he hands me a towel. We dry off as quick as we can before we start getting ready for the day.
“Did you get any sleep last night,” I ask as I slide on a pair of panties, then the matching front closure bra, after finishing drying my hair.
“Huh?” Fergus snaps up when I tap him on the forehead as I walk past where he’s perched, leaning his naked hip against the door jam leading into our closet. “Oh yea, no. No sleep. I had business stuff to deal with and came home to shower before heading back out.”
“Are you sure you’re okay to be out and about today?” It doesn’t take me long to pull my short sleeve maxi-dress over my head, then slip into my flip flops. “You don’t have to drive me to the office if you’re too tired.”
“Padraig will be driving us, so it’s no worry.”
Watching Fergus get dressed has quickly become one of my favorite parts of living together. Every day he dresses like he’s about to head out and conquer the world on a runway, and in a way he does.
Before he puts on a stitch of fabric, Fergus pulls out every piece of clothing he’s going to wear that day and sets them on the center island that now holds most of my folded clothes. Before he moved me in, the drawers were empty. “It was waiting for you,” he told me when I asked why he didn’t use it.
Smooth talker, my man.
First is black boxer briefs, and only black. I’ve checked every drawer and found no other colors.
Next comes black socks. There are some white ones floating around amongst the black, but I’ve yet to see him wear any of them.
Then comes the sinfully tight white t-shirt. Now, he doesn’t seem to wear this every day, but it’s about half the time. I haven’t figured out the pattern for his reason of with or without yet, but I’m sure I will eventually.
And last is a three for one pick—his suit and the coordinating tie that goes with it. The pants and jacket are always hung as a pair on the hanger, the ‘house manager’ who comes one day a week always arrives with an armful of suits she picks up from the dry cleaner on her way here, and she heads straight for the closet to unwrap them from the plastic bags to hang them up as soon as she walks in the door.
Saoirse is a super nice and lovely woman who I met on my third day living here with Fergus. She is forty years old and the wife of Padraig, Fergus’s driver and right hand man. She also cooks for us a couple times a week, which is something that has changed since I came around. She used to make enough meals to feed Fergus and Corrin for every day of the week, but now that I’m here, we’ve begun sharing the task.
I tried to tell Fergus that she didn’t need to clean up after us, that I could do it all myself, but when he explained everything that she does, I conceded and agreed that there is no way I can keep up with a house this big all on my own. Five bedrooms and seven bathrooms is a lot! After meeting her for the first time, and watching how much she actually accomplishes in just one day, I’m thankful when she’s here.
Once his tie is tied, custom tailored suit coat is slipped over his broad shoulders, and a watch is sinched around his left wrist, the most surprising part of his attire is pulled out and slid on—a pair of matte black, Lucchese Baker cowhide cowboy boots with a detailed stitch pattern and a short-stacked heel completes his dashing look that makes me a little week in the knees every time I look at him.
I don’t know why I was so surprised the first time I realized what his footwear of choice was, we do live in Texas after all, but I have to admit I was.
That first night in the hotel in Frisco, he had removed his boots before I got back to the room, so taking them off wasn’t part of us exploring each other’s bodies, but when he put them back on the next morning, my jaw dropped to the floor.
I know I looked like a fish out of water, but how it took me two years to notice, I don’t think I’ll ever know.