Chapter 12 — Nial
The words landed like a powerful blow. Sudden and unexpected. For the first time, I was speechless, frozen in place. She stared at me with the intentional gaze of someone who knew exactly what she wanted.
I felt my heart skip a beat. Not out of fear. But anticipation. She looked sexy in that oversized polo shirt, her peaks poking from underneath the fabric. The hem grazed her alluring thighs in a way that made my pulse race.
The scent of her perfume lingered in the air, teasing not only my senses but also my desire.
“What is this, some kind of joke?” I asked, my voice laced with a hint of dry humor.
“Do I have a smile on my face?”
Her sass fanned the flames of my hunger, my cock twitching between my legs. As much as I wanted this so badly, I couldn’t help having second thoughts.
I stared at her a bit longer. “Are you drunk?”
She rolled her eyes. “No. I’m horny.”
I’d always known she was outspoken about her feelings and opinions. I just didn’t know she was like that with her desires as well. I wasn’t sure what to make of this because, as much as I craved her too, I would never take advantage of her.
“Kiera, listen….”
“Are you gonna do it or what?” she cut me off, her voice dripping with a mix of anger and frustration. “You’re the reason I have this itch, and you’re the one who’s gonna scratch it.”
I paused, wiping a palm over my mouth. “Maybe you should slow down a bit—have a rethink.”
“Oh, please. You’re the last person to lecture me about thinking things through.” Her eyes dropped to my groin, then darted back to my face. “You know what? Forget it.” She walked past me.
My hand shot out and grabbed her by the wrist. A short gasp escaped her lips as I pulled her to me. She raised her head, her eyes locked on mine, her chest heaving with anticipation.
I wrapped both arms around her waist while savoring the hunger etched on her gaze. “Just remember that I tried to dissuade you,” I whispered.
We held each other’s gazes in that position, the air thick with sexual tension. The next second, our lips collided in a heated kiss. She threw her arms around me, caressing my chest and torso.
I molded her ass, pulling her even closer as we devoured each other’s mouths. Heads tilted sideways, and tongues pushed through our lips, leaving us breathless. She tugged at the folds of my towel, causing it to slide off my waist.
My hands went under the hem of her shirt, fingers rubbing her inner thighs. She moaned in my mouth, her body trembling at my touch. I didn’t smell alcohol on her breath, nor did I taste it on her tongue.
She wasn’t acting under any influence—she truly wanted this. Perhaps she was overwhelmed with emotions, and this was the only way to clear her head. Whatever the case, this was happening right now. It wasn’t a dream. It was real.
I lifted her into the air, and she locked her legs around my waist. Her golden-brown hair spilled over her face as she kissed my lips, her hands on my cheeks.
She shifted on the bed, her eyes shining with desire as I hovered over her. I squeezed her breasts through the fabric of her shirt while teasing her underpants with my free hand.
“Fuck, yes,” she murmured, her teeth grazing her lower lip.
Her panties were soaked, her legs were trembling, and her breathing was labored. She sat up for a moment and yanked the polo shirt off her body, revealing her nakedness.
Damn!
I liked what I saw: perfect, glowing skin, perky breasts, hard nipples, and a shaved pussy. Clean. My cock straightened in reaction to the sight of her killer body.
When I leaned in and took her right breast in my mouth, she moaned softly. Her hands wrapped around my neck, her back pressed inward. I sucked on one while squeezing the other.
She fell back on the comfy bed, her legs spread out as if inviting me to take control. And I did. I kissed her from the neck through to her flat belly before settling on her shaved pussy.
“Oh my God.”
The words fell off her lips.
I glanced up at her, basking in the way her face contorted in pleasure. Her toes curled when I licked her folds while still maintaining eye contact.
“You taste good,” I whispered.
Her response was a look that begged me to take her already.
Not yet.
I went lower, inhaling the scent of her arousal as I ran my finger along her wet entrance.
“Fuck you, Nial,” she breathed, tugging at the sheets beneath us.
After teasing her some more, I began eating that pussy. She moaned, reaching down to press my head deeper between her thighs. I held her waist, holding her in place as I continued eating, enjoying the sounds coming from her.
Her legs were shaking in the air, her fingers clutching a handful of my hair. “Yeah, right there—right there.”
Her words, her moans, and her body language were clear indications that she was no longer in control. This version of her didn’t give two shits about what I’d think of her. She just wanted to get laid.
With my tongue, I drew the infinity symbol on her swollen clit over and over again. I paid attention, noticing her reactions to certain moves. That was how I knew she wanted me to stay on her clit.
Next, I drew the figure eight—the reverse of the infinity symbol. I remained there, alternating between these two and simply drawing circles on her clit. My mouth was covered in her juice, my mind occupied by one thought only: pleasing her.
“Oh, that feels so good,” she confessed, her voice sweet like honey.
I flicked the tip of my tongue faster and faster while inserting a finger inside her.
Her body writhed against the sheets beneath her, her back arching in pleasure. She mumbled something I couldn’t catch—I was too focused on the job.
Even when her moans grew louder, I didn’t stop. When she tried to pull away, I pulled her back and held her in place.
“Fuck, you’re killing me.”
I heard that one clearly, and it fueled my passion. Her back rose high above the bed, her legs shuddering as my tongue explored her sweet, warm pussy.
“Please…” she begged, her voice stifled with pleasure, barely above a whisper. “I can’t hold it in anymore…. It’s too good.”
Her confession only fanned the flames that were already consuming me whole.
“Nial…oh, Nial…” she purred softly, fingers clutching my hair.
When I finally took my mouth off her pussy, her body shook violently. Her eyes had turned white, her toes were curled, and her face was twisted in sheer pleasure.
She locked her legs, brushing her thighs against each other with labored breaths.
Good. Very good.
I hovered over her, my hands roaming her body, claiming every curve and contour. “You asked for this,” I whispered in her ear, stroking my length. “I hope you’re ready.”
She met my gaze, her head nodding subtly. “Just go easy…. I’m super tight.”
I noticed that while eating her and fingering her. Because of how tight she was, I didn’t force my finger in. Wait, what did she mean by that anyway?
I tilted my head slightly, my eyes still locked on hers as a thought crossed my mind. “Are you…?” My voice trailed off.
She swallowed, her cheeks flushed with a glint of embarrassment. That alone was the answer I needed. She was untouched.
A virgin.
This woman just couldn’t stop surprising me. What other fascinating stuff was I going to discover in the near future?
My lips curled into a mischievous grin. “I’ll be gentle.”
This revelation changed the rhythm, and I began moving slower—more carefully. I kissed her lips again, my cap teasing her wet entrance. She wrapped her arms around me, caressing my scars and moaning quietly.
“I’m going in,” I whispered.
She nodded, staring into my eyes.
I watched her flinch when I began slowly sliding into her. She bit her lip, a mix of pain and pleasure etched on her face.
“Easy,” she whimpered beneath me, her folds stretching to accommodate my cock.
Our kiss intensified, our breaths laced with warmth and hunger. The deeper the kiss, the more I realized this was beyond physical attraction. The pull between us was strong and undeniable. I felt connected to her on levels I never thought possible.
And when I finally penetrated her, the feeling was electric. Cold shivers ran down my spine as though this was my first time being inside a woman. I couldn’t understand why this was different, but I couldn’t stop reveling in the sensation coursing through me.
My hands traced the curves of her body, possessing every inch of it. I raised her leg in the air, my waist gently grinding against hers. With her arms around me, she bucked her hips, as if seeking deeper contact.
Her moans sounded more like pleasure than pain. I liked it. I liked how her body was getting used to having me inside. I pushed inside her while sucking her perky breasts one at a time.
She cried out, writhing beneath me, her fingers locking into mine. “Choke me,” she whispered.
I didn’t think twice before granting her wish, my hips pounding her gently. Her eyes bore into mine, manicured nails raking my back in response to the pleasure jolting through her.
“Harder,” she said, her gaze unwavering.
I plunged deeper into her pussy, each stroke harder than the last as I gradually quickened my pace. A series of soft purrs fell from her mouth as she looked me in the eye.
Something swelled inside me as I took her innocence, something I had yet to name. Her surrender melted my stone-cold heart, each thrust easing my stress. The longer we tangled in bed, the more it dawned on me that we’d crossed a line we shouldn’t have.
This woman hadn’t only submitted to me; she’d completely placed herself in my hands. The weight of that trust was heavier than I thought, and it bound us together in ways I never intended.
It didn’t seem like I was fucking her. It seemed deeper than that—as though we were fusing together.
When my primal growl signaled my arrival, she locked her legs around my waist, trapping me on top of her. She never broke eye contact, and that made my release hit even harder.
My legs trembled, and my heart swelled with a strange feeling. I pushed deeper inside her, then exploded, filling her up with my essence. She moaned, holding me tightly as she accepted every drop.
Once my sac was empty, I collapsed beside her, my chest heaving as I faced the ceiling. The silence in the room stretched on for minutes, the air filled with tension and the scent of her arousal.
Although neither of us said a word, I was almost certain she felt the same connection I did.
Quietly, she pulled the sheets over her chest and got out of bed. I watched her slip back into her panties and oversized shirt before walking away. She didn’t even glance in my direction. She just headed out and closed the door behind her.
Reality must’ve dawned on her, and she might be regretting her actions. This was obviously a mistake, one she couldn’t erase.
She had an itch. I scratched it.
No big deal.
At least that was what I told myself.
However, throughout the remaining hours of that day, all I did was think about her. In my study, I could barely focus on work because my mind kept replaying the unexpected event.
Sleeping with her was a mistake. It felt good—really good. But it was a mistake. And a costly one at that. Being attracted to her was one thing; acting on that attraction was another.
Now I couldn’t get her out of my head, and the images of her pleasured face kept me distracted. This was a problem I needed to handle immediately.
But how?
What the fuck am I gonna do about this?