19. Sweet Surrender
Sweet Surrender
Isla
"Can I help you?" I glare up at him.
"Are you going to tell me what's been bothering you all day?" he asks.
No, the fuck I'm not.
As if he can hear my thoughts, one side of his lips lifts in a knowing smirk as he reaches out, gently pulling on a lock of my hair. "Pretty please?"
"No."
He tugs on it playfully before releasing, his smoldering gaze locked on mine, "I mean you can tell me, or I can guess until I get it right."
"Or you can fuck right off," I push off the door, trying to walk past him, getting one step before he blocks me, backing me against it again.
"Come on, little hunter," he crowds my space, making my head spin. "Play with me."
A needy breath escapes me, but I don't answer.
"Well, you already lied to me earlier and said it was about work, so it can't be that." He taps his chin in pretend thought. "Is it because I haven't restocked your favorite tequila?"
I roll my eyes. "There's plenty of that in the freezer."
"Right, my mistake." His gaze lands on my lips briefly before returning to my eyes, "Is everything good with Belissenda?"
"Yeah," I nod. "All good."
He snaps, beaming, "Oh, I know. It's because you're embarrassed that you came in your sleep last night, isn't it?"
I shove him away from me, furious and humiliated.
"Oh, honey, you don't need to be so upset," he holds up his hands in supplication. "It was so fucking hot."
"Oh, fuck you," Redness fills my cheeks, the heat of shame overwhelming.
He licks his lips, taking up all the space between us and gripping my jaw with his large hand, forcing me to look up at him. "Every time I hear you fall apart, every fucking time, I ache to be the reason you're moaning and writhing in your bed. Your cries of pleasure haunt me , Isla. You have no idea the power they have over me. There's nothing I wouldn't do to be the cause of your pleasure. You've made me into a dangerous, feral thing just by existing. Do you understand that?"
I try to shake my head, the plainness in his confession leaving me speechless.
For a second, we stare at each other, chests rising and falling in tandem as his words really sink in. It's the closest thing to a white flag either of us is capable of waving in this war against each other and our desires.
Whether he crashes his lips on mine or I pull him closer first, I'm not sure. All I know is one moment, we're staring at each other, and the next, his mouth is prying mine apart so his tongue can slide inside and explore. A sigh of relief escapes my lips, and he swallows it down, lifting me with ease so I can wrap my legs around his hips.
Lips and tongues battling, he walks towards my bed, dropping me unceremoniously onto it before tearing his shirt up over his head. My fingers move of their own accord, reaching for his belt from my seat on the bed, ripping it through the loops and unbuttoning his pants, unzipping them and shoving them down, leaving his colossal, god-like body clad in nothing but dark gray briefs, the outline of his dick taunting me from inside them.
Before I can pull it out, he reaches for my shirt, tearing it from the collar down, leaving my upper body bare. He growls deep in his chest, shoving me flat on the bed and climbing over me, pressing his rock-hard body into mine, trapping me between him and the mattress beneath us.
Not wasting any more time, he kisses me again, long and hard, using his grip on the back of my knee to open my legs and slot himself between them, rocking his hardness against my clothed pussy. The pressure on my clit both eases the ache I feel and makes it worse, making me mewl with pleasure and frustration.
He groans my name, sounding as pained as I feel before he works his mouth up and down my neck, leaving a trail of heated kisses and licks, biting me with just enough force to make me cry out as his body keeps rocking back and forth on mine, his other hand gripped roughly in my hair to keep me in place.
He pulls my earlobe between his teeth, tugging on it before releasing it. "Let me devour you. I need my face buried between your legs, your thighs clamped against my head while I make you scream with my tongue. I'm fucking starved for you."
A pitiful whimper makes itself known in my throat as I nod frantically, pulling his mouth back to mine and writhing, moving with him to chase the friction of his hard length against my clit.
With a filthy moan, he extracts his mouth, sloppily licking and kissing his way down my chest, flicking his tongue against one of my nipples while his fingers pinch the other, sending lightning sparks of pleasure through me, the ache between my thighs growing. He bites my nipple, and I scream, making him groan with a full-body shiver of desire.
"God, these tits are so pretty," he groans, lapping at my nipple with his gaze locked on mine, making me watch as he laves over the hard bud with his tongue, "Taste so fucking good, too."
All I can do is whimper as he moves his mouth to the other side, giving it the same filthy treatment, tugging with his teeth while my hips move to chase any kind of sensation, driving me to delirium.
Finally, he moves lower, kissing down my stomach and across my hip bones, working my sleep shorts down my legs with all the gentleness of a fucking tiger tearing into a meal.
"No panties, baby?" he taunts, kneeling between my legs as his fingers drift through the wetness of my cunt. He groans through gritted teeth, his eyes locked on my core, "Were you just walking around bare, hoping I'd strip you out of your clothes and make this little cunt mine?"
I shake my head, but I think we both know the answer is a resounding yes . I was trying to force his hand, have been for weeks, even if I couldn't acknowledge it at the time.
He slides his fingers back through, drifting between my lips and teasing my opening before trailing up and rubbing my clit with a barely there touch. "You're so beautiful like this. Naked and flushed, wide open for me to play with." With each filthy word, his fingers become more deft, more firm, swirling in little circles that make my head spin.
When he removes his hand, a frustrated whimper escapes my throat. He chuckles, lifting one of my legs up over his shoulder, kissing the ankle, then my calf, working those soft, hot lips up my leg, closer to my dripping center. My sensitive thighs shake when he grazes one with his teeth, grinning down at me with a smile that's all predator. The closer he gets to my cunt, the flatter he lays on the bed, using his free hand to put my other leg over his shoulder, bringing his mouth directly between my thighs, inches from where I need it.
When his tongue darts out and flicks against my clit, I swear to god I start levitating. His incredible mouth works me so well that my legs try to close against him, against the already overwhelming sensation. But his giant hands grip my thighs, pulling them apart as he devours me, burying his whole mouth against my pussy, his tongue and lips working me over and over while I moan and cry out. My hands twist in the sheets beside me, trying to keep me grounded against the onslaught.
"Isla," he groans, lifting his face enough that I can see how soaked his lips and chin are, shiny and wet from my center. "You're so beautiful." He licks me again, and I watch the whole motion, his tongue flat as it laves my clit with precision, just like he did my nipples. "So fucking good." His lips wrap around my clit, tugging on it and making me scream. " Yes. " Praise falls from his mouth between every lick and suck.
"Sounds so pretty."
"Show me how much you fucking love this."
And I obey every order, a prisoner to his talented mouth, crying out and writhing, getting closer and closer to the edge.
"Scream for me," he grits, sliding two fingers inside my cunt, drawing out a loud cry from my throat. "Oh, just like that, honey."
"Eamon," I whimper out his name, so fucking close.
He moans against my skin, gripping me tighter, "Yeah, I know, baby. Can feel you. Fucking give it to me."
The second his hot lips wrap around my clit, his teeth graze it, and I detonate with a loud, sharp scream. The waves of pleasure drown me again and again, the walls of my cunt flexing rhythmically, pulsing around his fingers as Eamon continues fucking me with them and caressing my clit with gentle presses of his tongue, prolonging the orgasm and groaning with me. His ministrations don't stop, not until the sensitivity of overstimulation sets in, and I whine in protest.
A sudden motion of the bed draws my attention, and my eyes flutter open, not even realizing I had closed them. I watch as Eamon stands, my gaze drawn to the firm ridge still hidden beneath his underwear, the unmistakable wet spot of precum showing just how affected he is by me.
Noticing my attention, he murmurs my name, bringing me back to him, "Do you want this?"
I'm frozen, unable to speak, scared I'll say the opposite of what I mean just because I'm terrified of the answer. Patiently, he waits for my reply, waits for me to seal our fates.
"I can leave right now," he gives me one last chance, "I'll walk out that door and we can go back to pretending."
"Now? Now you choose to be gallant and respectful?" I almost want to laugh. "When have you stopped and asked for my permission before?"
He narrows his eyes, "I'm giving you an out. If you're not gonna take it, I'm gonna fuck you stupid."
This is ridiculous. Just say yes or say no. He'll take either answer. You just have to decide.
I can't give him this.
He nods once, turning to leave.
"Wait!" I sit up, nearly leaping to stop him.
So fast it knocks the wind out of me, he tackles me to the bed, using his knees to spread my legs, holding my hands up above my head with one hand while the other wraps around his hard dick. Rubbing the tip against my clit, he taunts, "That's what I fucking thought."
I can't even find the energy to be angry with him or wonder how the fuck he dropped his underwear so quickly, not with the perfect pressure he's using, smearing my slick and his precum all over us both, rubbing against me and teasing my entrance while I wriggle and mewl beneath him. I try— and fail, to free my wrists from his hand, tugging and pulling against his firm grip.
"Beg me for it," he pants, his eyes heavy and brows furrowed, watching where we almost connect. "Tell me how bad you want it and you can have it."
"You fucking bastard," I grit my teeth. "Come on."
He chuckles, continuing the torture, leaning down to kiss me chastely, pulling away before I can chase his lips. "Be a good little slut for me, honey, and ask nicely."
This asshole and these stupid mind games. The only thing I want more than to get railed into oblivion by Eamon is to never, ever have to admit it. And he knows it. He also knows that my rationality is being clouded more and more every second he plays with my body like it's his favorite toy. It's only a matter of time before I break.
He gave me the satisfaction of confessing first, didn't he? It's only fair that I even the playing field, no matter how terrifying the idea of this truth is.
With a defeated whimper, I finally surrender, "Please."
He plants his lips harshly against mine, forcing them open and sliding our tongues together in a filthy, sordid kiss before pulling away to stare down at me. His gaze locks on mine, and in one smooth thrust, he buries his cock all the way inside me, stretching me to my limit.
A harsh intake of breath forces its way into my lungs, the pressure between my legs so intense, so fucking full I can't focus on anything else. Eamon's feral groan breaks goosebumps out across my skin. He sounds more animal than man, more monstrous than mortal, and the sound makes my nipples pebble further, desperate for those sounds and, quite frankly, all of him.
He eases out before pushing back in, more forcefully but no less smooth, almost languid, as he stretches me out, getting me used to his size. Moans spill out of my mouth in an endless stream, the fullness completely overwhelming.
His hand releases mine, and he cages my head with his forearms, bringing us unbelievably close as he pistons in and out of me, nothing but the sounds of our bodies joining and our harsh breaths between us. He finds a brutal rhythm, moving us together with the force of his thrusts. I reach out to grip his shoulder, his back, anything to pull him even closer to me and feel his entire body as it works us both closer to our peak.
"Christ, you're fucking drenched," he grunts, "So fucking good, you're soaking me."
A pathetic sound escapes me, and I cling to him harder, my eyes slipping closed and my head falling back against the pillow. He takes the opening to swirl his tongue across my skin, sucking little bruises into my flesh across my neck and chest, taking my pleasure higher and higher.
One of his hands grips my ass harshly, lifting me into a slightly different angle that makes me see stars, his cock filling me blissfully and hitting that elusive spot all at the same time.
"Oh, baby," he moans, masculine pride filling his gritty, pleasure-soaked voice. "Is that it? Fuck— yeah, that's it. Right there, huh?"
I nod, another pathetic whine escaping me.
"Tell me."
"Right there," I pant, my nails scoring down his back.
His thrusts grow harder, the slap of skin on skin and the slamming of the bed against the wall echoing around us, almost drowning out the sounds of my screams.
"Again," his teeth sink into my neck.
"Right there, oh, oh— fuck, right there. Don't stop, please, I— fuck! " I'm gonna come . "God, fuck, I'm— I'm so— oh, please, Eamon."
That evil growl rattles his chest again as he keeps hitting that spot, grunting and groaning into my ear with every thrust. "Fuck, you're squeezing me so tight. Christ— Isla, baby, I need you to come. Need this little cunt to fucking— shit, oh , you feel so fucking good. Let go for me, honey. Let me have it, let me feel you coming all over me." His rambling, dirty fucking mouth pushes me over the edge into screaming oblivion, and even still, he doesn't stop talking. "Oh, fuck yeah, gorgeous. Keep going. Don't stop coming. God above, this pussy's perfect. You're taking me so well, milking my fucking dick like it was made to fuck you. Isla, Isla, Isla — fuck."
The orgasm rides out so fucking long I'm not even sure if he stopped talking or if I stopped being able to hear him, my ears ringing from the explosion, my mind only barely still tethered to the mortal plane. Every clench of my cunt sends waves of pleasure across my body, up my spine, all the way down to my toes as he continues to fuck brutally into me.
When the high wanes, Eamon's gorgeous face appears in my view again, brows furrowed and teeth gritted together as he slows his motions, bringing me gently back down to this planet.
"Have you got one more for me?" he asks against my lips, kissing them languidly.
"One more what?"
He huffs out a laugh, grinning from ear to ear as he changes the pace, slowly rolling his hips into mine to rub against my clit with every grinding thrust. A low moan flows from my mouth into his as he kisses me deeply, our tongues sliding together as our bodies move in rhythmic tandem.
When he pulls away, he nods, "Yeah, you're gonna give me one more."
Ohhh. "I'm not sure I can again."
"That's okay, baby," he kisses my cheek, "I know you can."
He grips one of my knees, spreading it wide before pulling it up over his shoulder, practically bending me in half when he leans down for another sloppy kiss. Raising to his full height on his knees, he wraps one arm around the leg on his shoulder while the other grips my hip to pull me onto his cock, using me like a fucking toy.
His teeth graze my ankle as he plunges into me roughly, pulling frantic shouts from me as I try to reach for something to keep myself steady. The sheets, his legs, I'm reaching for anything and not finding purchase due to his punishing thrusts.
Already, I can feel the pressure growing between my legs, that overwhelming need to come. My moans turn into cries of pleasure, my eyes flutter closed.
"No, no, no," Eamon grunts, releasing my leg to grab my jaw, "Look at me. Stay right fucking here."
I nod, fighting against the instinct to lay back and just take whatever he gives me.
"Good fucking girl." He grips my leg again, fucking into me while pulling my body towards him with every pump. "Need you to do something else for me, baby."
I'm not sure I'm capable of anything at this point, but fuck, I'll try. "What?"
"Play with that pretty, swollen little clit," he looks down where we're joined, moaning loudly at the vision of our bodies connecting over and over again so brutally.
Tentatively, I let one of my hands slide down my stomach, reaching between my legs and finding that bundle of nerves, feeling how slippery and wet it is, how full of blood it is.
"Oh, come on, gorgeous," he grins. "Remember, I've seen how you like to play with yourself. Don't be fucking shy. Rub that clit so you can come on this dick again."
At the reminder of the ways he's violated my privacy, shame flows through me and, unfortunately, only brings me closer to the edge, the heat of embarrassment making my pussy flutter around him. I do as he says, rubbing tight circles on it and bringing myself closer to orgasm.
"Oh, fuck yeah. You're so fucking beautiful." His praise makes my head spin, makes me feel like I can't fucking breathe. "Fucking hell, it almost hurts to look at you. Nothing in this world should be as stunning as you are, especially right now. Spread wide open on my cock, rubbing that pretty clit. Jesus Christ, you're a vision."
Heat builds in my cunt, the walls beginning to tighten and flex as I get closer. Eamon's completely lost in the pleasure, fucking into me and watching his cock disappear inside me over and over while I rub myself, the high barreling towards me.
"Baby, please," he mumbles, an almost whimper leaking out. I've never thought I would be into begging, but, my god, it makes me shiver, nearly sends me over the edge, "Give me one more. I need it. Need you to fucking come on my dick again. Jesus— fuck, please."
His desperation finally does me in, and I fall apart for a third time, gushing all over him as I furiously rub my clit to keep it going. Coming wrapped around his hard length is so unbelievably fucking good I can't stop, my walls trying to pull him deeper as his thrusts turn sloppy and his breathing devolves into demonic growls and grunts.
Within a few seconds, a loud, primal moan of my name falls from his lips, his fingers flexing roughly where he grips me as he cums inside me, filling me with that warmth, lazily pumping his hips and groaning low in his chest as he pushes through our pleasure until neither of us can take anymore.
With a final kiss on my inner ankle, he releases it, practically collapsing to bring us face to face, a blissed-out smile on his gorgeous lips.
His sleepy, dopy grin is contagious, making me smile, too.
He places a chaste kiss on my lips before easing his dick out of my body, making me hiss.
Before I can say or do anything else, he leans back, kneeling and grabbing my legs, pulling them up and apart, baring me entirely to him.
Nerves and shame at being this exposed bring heat crawling up my spine, and I can feel the deep red blush spreading across my face as I try to force my legs closed.
"Give me a second, baby, I just need to see."
"See what?"
He groans, his jaw-dropping at whatever it is he's looking at before he reaches one finger down, sliding through all the liquid seeping from my opening and pushing it back inside my pussy. "Just need to see how fucking pretty we are together, dripping from your body. Your come and mine, drooling from this sweet little cunt. Fuck, that's gorgeous."
"You're a dirty bastard," I laugh, covering my cheeks and mouth.
He just grins at me, sticking his finger into his mouth with a salacious moan. "We're fucking delicious, too."
He forcefully rolls me to the side, pulling me snuggly against his chest and resting his cheek on my head. "You okay?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" I run my fingers along the light dusting of hair across the forearm, bracketing my chest.
"Your heart is pounding just as hard now as it was a few minutes ago," he lifts himself to look down at me. "What's wrong?"
I don't know how to tell him that his wanting to cuddle me feels more intimate than the actual sex we just had and that it terrifies me more than fucking ever could.
He seems to get it, thankfully, his knowing, sad smile pulling at his lips as he presses them against my temple. "Just breathe, Isla. It doesn't have to mean anything you don't want it to."
Once again, he's offering me a kindness I don't deserve.
But just this once, I'll take it.
I should probably be worried about the possibility of a UTI or the fact that I just had totally unprotected sex with someone who's been having sex for probably a century now. Can demons get STIs?
But I can't bring myself to think about anything other than how warm and safe I feel right here, how the sound of his breathing is like a lullaby, or how dizzying his scent is as it cocoons me. His fingers drift lazily through my hair, the sensation both alien and wholly soothing.
Sleep threatens to take me and I'm powerless to fight it, nestled in the safety of Eamon's embrace and the shelter he's created for me. I drift off, blissfully lost in his arms, hoping to convince myself tomorrow that it doesn't mean anything. For tonight, it can just mean that this is where I want to be. My complex about it is tomorrow's problem.