Chapter Eight
Mountainside, New York
Most kids hated returning to the academy from the various breaks and vacations here, but not me.
At least not now. This place had the one thing I loved above all else.
It had Reagan. My soulmate, and as anticipation over seeing her seeped farther into my veins, the softest wisp of perfume wafted toward me, making me turn around.
There in the moonlight with the breeze blowing her auburn hair around her face was the one I loved more than any other. “Anamchara,” I said as soon as she dipped under the wooden pier, then rose back to full height once completely under it.
“Cillian,” was all she was able to say before I pulled her into my arms.
“I’ve missed you,” I confessed as I buried my face against her neck, then slid my lips along her throat, making her shudder.
Her dainty hands slid up my chest, and although I could feel the ache from the recent bruises beneath her palms, I paid them no mind. I only wanted...No, I only needed her. Always had and always would.
She finally wrapped her hands around my neck, just as I slanted my mouth over hers.
Directing her to the left, I eventually had her where I wanted her, and I wasted no time pinning her against the wooden column.
Holding her captive, I deepened the kiss while also unzipping my shorts.
Once they fell, she and I both knew what I wanted.
I pulled away, and because of the wood overhead, I no longer saw the moonlight highlighting her perfect face or revealing her hypnotic eyes. But I didn’t need it. I had committed every inch of her body to memory more than once.
Reagan dropped to her knees on the damp sand below, and I wrapped her red locks around my fist before tugging her head backward. “All I could picture on the flight back from Dublin was your mouth wrapped around my cock.”
“It’s all I’ve thought about too, Cillian.”
My girl loved to go down on me, and she’d gotten so much better at it each time we were together.
Lately, it’d been harder to sneak away, often having to do so in the middle of the night, and resort to places like this.
As long as we were together, it was all that mattered, though.
Besides, Reagan didn’t seem to mind the ankle deep water at our feet.
She only wanted to please me, which made me love her even more.
“Open those beautiful lips,” I said to her as I tapped my cock against them.
She complied right away, but I teased her for a few moments by running it from one side of her mouth to the other, before her tongue darted out. The feel of it upon my flesh was my undoing, and I pushed forward. Her lips parted wider, and I went deeper.
Fuck! This was heaven, feeling her warm mouth on me. When she finally opened all the way, I thrust to the back of her throat, eliciting a groan from myself and a garbled cry from her. Slowly, I pulled out as she slid her hands around my legs to hold me close.
“Take it all,” I ordered before slamming back into her.
And she did. As I began to fuck her sweet mouth, her nails dug into my calves, but I paid it no mind.
I hadn’t been lying when I’d told her I had dreamed about this moment.
I often had very X-rated fantasies of her, and they almost always seemed to include her on her knees with my dick in her mouth.
As I drove into her in a frenzied rhythm, she took everything I had to give her.
Her tongue swirling around my shaft made it so much better.
Pre-cum was already seeping from the tip, and I knew it wouldn’t be long until I came down her throat.
I almost wanted to wait, but it had been a while since we’d last been together, and I wasn’t sure I could.
My restraint for this woman was razor thin on most days, but having experienced what I had over the last two weeks made it non-existent.
“Goddamn,” I cursed as I finally forced myself to pull out. As I fisted my cock, it twitched, but the way she looked up at me with pleading eyes made me growl low in my throat. “You’re to swallow it all,” I told her.
She couldn’t nod with the grip I still had on her hair, but I knew what she would say or do. I pushed back between her lips, and immediately I felt her teeth as she scraped them along my entire length. I thrust to the back of her throat, then held her head against my groin.
“Anamchara,” was all I said before I came.
Closing my eyes, I began to move once more, fucking her throat more slowly this time as she wrung everything from me. After I pulled out, I released her hair from my fist and helped her back to her feet. Reagan was wearing a dress, which would make my next task that much easier.
“I need your dick inside of me,” she whispered. “I, too, had dreamed of you. Please fuck me now.”
There was nothing more that needed to be said between us, and I ripped my shirt off . I was hoping with the darkness that she saw neither the bruises nor the wince I let out when I quickly lifted her from her feet. After I dried her knees and legs with the T-shirt, I dropped it to the ground.
She spread her thighs open wider, and I plunged into her, drawing simultaneous moans from us both.
Reagan’s hands moved to my arms, and she clutched me as I drove into her.
The weeks apart faded away as I fucked her.
Once or twice she would cry out my name when I would go deeper or hit a specific spot inside of her.
Otherwise, we tried to remain as quiet as possible.
Being inside of her was a heaven I knew I didn’t deserve, but it was one I wanted, and one I couldn’t resist.
No amount of warnings could keep me away from her. No amount of pain or abuse would do it, either. What we had between us was pure. It was indescribable, unless you wanted to call it love. And I did. I loved my Anamchara, and she loved me, too.
She suddenly tensed completely, and I could feel her warmth as she came. Wanting to give her this orgasm, I held off on my own and slowed my rhythm until molten lava moved down my shaft.
“Is tú mo ghrá, Anamchara,” I whispered against her ear as I pulsed within her.
“I love you too, Cillian,” she said to me as I finished coming inside of her.
The urge to use protection used to cross my mind, but I wanted nothing between Reagan and me. She felt the same, and when my orgasm subsided, I leaned in close. With my forehead resting against hers, I tried catching my breath.
And then I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise, so I slowly turned my head. There was no one or nothing else there, but I still shivered slightly. Maybe it was the coolness of the night. Hoping so, I knew she would need to go back home soon.
The adrenaline was now wearing off, so I finally withdrew from her.
After setting her back down onto her feet, I pulled my now wet shorts back on.
I didn’t worry about the T-shirt, but I did grab it as I walked her back to the cottage she stayed in with her mother, who just so happened to run this school.
After a brief goodnight peck, I waited until she disappeared inside before going back to my cabin.