Chapter Eighteen
Rowan
When I walked into Paddy’s tonight, I expected to play some music, drink a pint or two, laugh with my mates, and maybe find a minute to talk to Alicia. The very last thing I expected to find was myself locked in the office kissing her.
Rationally, I know this isn’t the time for all the ways I want to consume her, but fuck if I can remember the reasons why.
I’m not gentle as I pry her red lips apart and possess her mouth.
My tongue battles with hers, Alicia doesn’t surrender—she fights—and that gets me fired up.
When her nails dig into my hair, abrading my scalp, I drop my hands from her face to slide them under her arse, lifting her from the chair to plant her on the desk. Not once do her lips fall from mine.
Thank fuck for the cropped tank she’s wearing, because it provides easy access for my hand to slide under the fabric. She’s not wearing a bra. Fucking hell. I palm her breast, brushing my thumb over her nipple, only to find something cold and metallic. My cock jumps, and I jerk back.
“Is that a nipple piercing?”
Alicia’s lips tip up into a smirk. “Surprise?”
I yank the bottom of the top up, ample breasts spilling into view. Fuck me. Both of them are pierced—a silver barbell through each nipple.
“Christ. It’s not even my birthday.”
Bending slightly, I latch onto a rosy nipple with my teeth, pulling until I meet the resistance of the piercing.
Alicia moans, and the sound is so sweet and sinful.
Her head falls back as I lavish her, alternating between sucking, licking, and biting.
I’m about to rest her spine against the desk so I can remind myself just how sweet her pussy tastes when she shoves at my chest, slipping between us.
She sinks to her knees in front of me, tits still hanging out.
Those barbells glint from my saliva, and my cock throbs painfully behind my zipper at the sight.
Alicia doesn’t say a word as she swiftly undoes the belt buckle that’s still flashing like the fucking billboards in Vegas.
Once she finally frees my erection, her tongue darts out to lap up the pre-cum beading on my tip before opening her mouth wide to swallow my cock.
I curse under my breath when I bump the back of her throat, wrapping her long ponytail around my hand.
When her eyes drift shut, I give it a sharp tug.
“Eyes on me, hen.” My voice is low and unrecognizable. Something about getting this lass on her knees after all of the fighting she’s done makes me feral.
When she narrows her eyes at me, using her teeth to scrape along the underside of my cock, it’s nearly my undoing.
Inhaling deeply through my nose, I tighten my hold on her hair and start fucking that cheeky mouth of hers with wild abandon.
She’s gagging around me, eyes watering, but she gives as much as she gets.
“That’s a good lass,” I praise her roughly. “I love the way that bratty mouth feels wrapped around my cock.”
Alicia whines, and I see her hand slip down toward her core. Any other time, I’d tell her to work that pussy like I’m working her mouth. But if she’s going to get off tonight, it’s going to be the result of my fingers, mouth, or cock. Preferably all three.
“Don’t you dare touch yourself, darlin’. Put your hands on me and leave them there.”
Her eyes blaze with challenge before I feel fingernails dragging up my inner thigh. I grunt when I feel her cup my balls in her hand, squeezing a little harder than necessary. Releasing her hair to brace the back of her head, I hold her to me while pumping into her mouth.
I’m so close.
“I’m going to come,” I grind out. “So if you don’t want it shooting down your throat, you better tell me now.”
She snakes a hand around to grab my arse, pulling me closer like I just did to her.
That’s all it takes. With an incoherent shout, I spill my release, mesmerized by the way she swallows while still keeping her eyes pinned on me.
With a pop, she pulls herself off my cock, but I don’t give her a chance to do anything else before I’m hoisting her from the ground and depositing her on the desk.
We grapple with the button of her pants, and once it’s loose, she wiggles her hips as I yank both the pants and the scrap of fabric she calls underwear down to her ankles.
I can’t fully remove them because of her boots, so I duck my head underneath, coming through the middle of her legs.
She spreads them as far apart as she can before digging her fingers in my hair, guiding me to her pussy.
Yes ma’am.
The moment my tongue touches her clit, she starts moaning. “Oh, god, yes. Yes, Ro!”
I feast on her like a man starved, lapping, sucking, and nibbling.
In a way, I am. I’ve been starving for her for months, and now that the taste of her is on my tongue, I never want to stop.
She’s squirming against my face, pulling me as close to her as I can possibly get as she chases her orgasm.
I don’t take my eyes off her for a moment, enraptured with the way her face contorts as it builds and the way her still exposed breasts sway with her movements.
“Fuck, Rowan. I’m so close. Please don’t stop!” She sobs the words, begging for me to give her what she wants.
I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to—which I definitely do not.
A bomb going off couldn’t pull me from Alicia right now.
Her thighs are starting to quiver, a dead give away that she’s on the edge.
I work two fingers into her pussy as I suck on her clit.
Curling them inward, I rub her G-spot and she detonates, screaming my name as she comes.
I don’t stop until her body sags, and she’s gasping for breath.
With a final lick, I shimmy out from beneath her legs then stand to kiss her, capturing her mouth with mine so she can taste herself on my tongue.
When I finally pull away, she’s staring at me with wide blue eyes, flushed cheeks, and swollen lips.
She’s so fucking gorgeous. Silence seeps into the room as I help her back into her pants.
I’m stunned when she slides off the desk, loops her arms over my shoulders, and buries her face in my neck.
Hugging her back, I savor the way she relaxes into me.
We stand there for long moments, just holding each other.
“I’ve missed you,” Alicia finally whispers.
Swallowing thickly, I squeeze her a little tighter. “Aye, I’ve missed you too.”
There’s a pause before she asks, “Now what?”
“What do you mean, love?”
She pulls back enough to peer up at me, brows furrowed. “What does this mean for us?”
Loose strands of hair frame her face and I brush some behind her ear as I gather my thoughts. I could take the easy way out and ask what she wants, but not tonight.
“This, darlin’,” I start slowly, bringing my hand to grip her chin between my thumb and forefinger, “means that I’m done letting you run from me.”