Chapter 3 Sage #2
Ronan’s gaze drops briefly to my mouth before returning to my eyes. “I would ensure that I was certain.”
“Certain of what?”
“That this is not a reaction to another man’s mishandling of you.”
I swallow more whiskey. “What reaction?”
“The way your cheeks heat pink when I flirt with you. I’d want to know it’s not because your ex-boyfriend was a jerk. That you were genuinely interested, and I was not some kind of revenge.”
I like how direct he is, but I’m also buzzed and not sure I’m expressing myself well. “You speak like someone who’s been used before.”
“Aye. I have been.”
I like that he’s straight with me. Plainly honest. No games. It’s refreshing, sadly. “And if it was a choice? If you knew I was truly interested?”
He doesn’t hesitate. “Then I would take my time.”
The way he says it—slow, controlled—makes my skin prickle.
“This is insane,” I whisper. “I just ended a year-long relationship.”
“And yet you’re still thinking about it, aren’t you, Sage? Still thinking about what a doctor might be able to make your body do?”
Heat flushes up my neck. “How do you know that?”
He smirks, and I don’t know why that works for me. “Because you want to know what all that anatomy education does for a man in bed. Considering your education as a personal trainer, I admit my curiosity on that score, as well.”
Half a laugh escapes me, but the rest of me is aroused and on board. “This is…”
“You’re not going to pretend this is a bad idea.”
“I’m not?”
Ronan shakes his head, still smirking. “You know what you want. Pretending is beneath you. Come take what you want, Sage.”
He doesn’t crowd me. Doesn’t touch me without permission. He waits. That patience feels far more dangerous than urgency.
I have half a mind to—oh fuck it. I stand, walk around the small table between us, and next to Ronan, I stop. I’m not sure what comes next.
His fingers brush mine lightly. “Tell me to stop.” The control in his voice is absolute.
I lace my fingers with his. His grip tightens, just enough to guide me onto his lap.
His hand comes to the back of my neck, guiding but not forcing.
When his lips brush mine, he’s testing me.
Giving me a chance to back out of this. He tastes like whiskey and restraint.
The kiss deepens gradually, and when I open my mouth, his tongue glides over mine.
When he pulls back, his thumb traces my jaw. “You respond well to direction,” he murmurs.
Heat floods through me. “You’re very observant.”
“It is my hobby.”
“Women?”
There’s that smirk again. “Giving instruction. Particularly to naked women.”
His words creep through the lust fog in my head. “You’re like, what, a dominant or something?”
“Something like that.”
The air between us changes entirely. His hand settles at my waist, firm but unhurried. Every touch feels intentional. “You are certain?”
“Yes.”
A flicker of approval crosses his face. He kisses me again, slower this time, deeper.
His hand moves with purpose over my leggings, sliding up my inner thigh until he reaches my pussy.
There, he massages me, using the base of his thumb against my clit through my clothes.
I grind against his hand. “Eager thing.”
I bob my head in agreement. “Can you blame me?”
“Not at all.” His hands round my ass, where he gives me a gentle spank with both hands. “Stand for me, Sage.”
I climb off his lap. He presses a button on his chair, and the table that was between us turns and reveals a mattress that aligns with the seats to become a bed.
There are even pillows molded into it. He haphazardly tosses a blanket from storage beneath his chair onto the bed.
Without a word, he stands and wraps his arms around me from behind.
“Tell me to stop.”
“You keep saying that. There’s no need.”
“If I get out of hand, tell me. Swear it.”
I swallow. What does out of hand mean? “I swear I will.”
“Good girl.” Just hearing that out of him makes parts of me twitch. But when he lifts my hair up and kisses the back of my neck, I shiver from the sensation. Then his hands skim up my sides beneath my sweater to help me out of it. “You won’t be needing this for some time. I’ll keep you warm.”
Am I really doing this? Hooking up with a rich doctor? Mom would be so proud. Not that I do anything for her approval anymore.
But seriously, is this what I should be doing, so soon after a breakup? I loved Connor—didn’t I? Don’t I need time to heal?
But my body says that right now, all I need is Ronan. “Keep me warm.”
“I will. But first…” He unclips my bra and slowly peels the straps down my shoulders, planting kisses on the sensitive skin there as he moves them. Then his teeth graze that spot where my shoulder meets my neck, and I gasp.
It’s strange, being with a stranger. But I like it.
He growls out, “How long has it been, Sage?”
I swallow. “A while.”
“He truly didn’t know what he had, did he?”
I shake my head.
“Lucky for you, I do.” He knocks me onto the bed, and when I look up at him, he wears a rogue smile and nothing else. I don’t even know when he undressed.
The man is built.
His cable-knit sweater hid a body made for sin. I’m going to have to get his personal trainer’s name, because wow. His musculature is elite, deepened by the trimmed layer of dark brown chest hair and a trail leading downward. He’s even got some veining going. Everywhere.
He kneels between my feet at the end of the bed, hands tracing up my legs. He takes his time, alright, moving with the hurriedness of a snail as he comes up the bed between my legs. He leans down, kissing up my thighs as he spreads them wider. “Any reason I shouldn’t taste you?”
“I’m disease-free, if that’s what you me—oh!”
His tongue is on me before I can finish my sentence. FUCK! I dig my heels into the bed, but he easily pulls my legs over his shoulders, so my heels now dig into his back. I can’t help it—when it’s good, my legs go tight.
He growls into my clit, and I’m shaking, gripping the blanket he laid out. He murmurs something I don’t catch.
I pant, “What?”
He looks up, locking eyes with me. “I need to see how good you are at taking my cock, lass.”
“Yes!”
Since my legs are locked on his shoulders, he lifts me up when he kneels again.
But he maneuvers until his cock is lined up with me, with most of my weight still on his shoulders at this angle.
There is nothing flattering, nothing graceful about this.
Then, he wraps an arm around my waist, hoisting me up onto him.
He’s on his knees, and my legs are around him now, so I loop my arms around his neck, and we’re eye to eye.
More importantly, his cock is headed exactly where I want it.
He grips my ass and pulls me down his length as he pumps upward, penetrating me all at once. His animal sounds are drowned by my own. So full. I can’t take him all—I was wrong before. There’s still some length to go.
He takes over from there, bouncing me on his cock like he might never stop. He presses his forehead to mine. “You take my cock like such a good girl, Sage. Look down.”
I do. I watch him shuttle in and out of me, and it’s hypnotizing. All that length, all that girth. Mine for a day.
Mine for an orgasm.
“Fuck,” I whisper as I begin to shake on him.
“Oh, you think you’re gonna get to come so soon, love?” he teases. “We can’t have that.” He lifts me off of him, only to flip me onto my hands and knees. “You’ll tell me when you’re close.” Then, he licks me from clit to pussy, and his tongue dives into me there.
I shudder against him, but I’ll never come from it. Still, it feels amazing. And then his fingers join the party at my clit.
That’ll do it.
“Oh God,” I hiss.
His mouth pulls away, but his fingers don’t. “Now, now. You’re to tell me when you’re close—”
“Now!
His fingers vanish, and I whine instantly without a thought. He laughs, rough and low, and swats my ass. It stings, but I think I like it.
Then, his cock stretches me open again. Deeper this time. I work myself back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. I’m so fucking close this time, but I’m not saying shit. He’ll stop.
“You’re shaking, love.”
“Your fault,” I manage to say.
“Then, by all means, let me cure what ails you.” He leans over my back and reaches under me for my wrists, taking them out from under me.
I tumble against the pillow as he pins my wrists behind me.
He stays inside me the whole time he flattens me to the bed.
“There. Now you don’t have to support our weight. Isn’t that better?”
He slides in and out of me a few times before I can answer. Can’t do much of anything but take his cock in this position, and the helplessness is turning me on more than I ever thought it could.
“Yeah,” I hiss.
“You’re close again, eh?”
I shake my head. If I speak, he’ll know I’m lying.
“You like being powerless, don’t you? You want me to decide when you come, when you don’t. You want me to torment you like this.”
“Yes,” I whisper.
He lies on my back, keeping my hands pinned between us with his weight now. His ragged breaths puff through my hair. He never stops fucking me, never loses pace. “Come for me, love.”
I erupt from his words, his energy, his power. His cock, still thrusting against my G-spot at his rhythm. Pleasure knots and courses and boils through me. My scream is loud against the pillow, and I couldn’t stop it if I tried.
The moment I take a full breath again, he rolls over onto his back, with me still on his front. He reaches around, toying with my clit to spur another. “Again!”
I suffer another little death at his hands, igniting on his order.
My world throbs and gushes, bliss taking over.
He swells inside of me, and that triggers another orgasm that steals my breath, my thoughts.
He groans beneath me, then rolls us onto our sides.
He lifts my leg over his own, pumping into me from behind as he keeps playing with my clit.
His words are everything. “One more, love, give it to me.”
Electricity takes hold as my body goes rigid from it, hard and fast. Ecstasy is all I know as he slams into me, following me over the edge.