Chapter 6 #2
My name sounds different from him in this room.
Less like recognition. More like a warning.
I lower my mouth to his before either of us can pretend there’s anything left to negotiate.
I lick into his mouth like I own it, tongue sliding deep while my free hand fists in those dark curls and yanks his head back exactly where I want it.
He makes a shocked sound that turns into a moan when I bite his lower lip hard enough to sting.
His hands come up to my chest, fingers curling tight in my shirt like he can’t decide whether to push me away or drag me closer. I feel the second his body remembers the club, the way he melts under my control, the way his thighs part just a fraction, even while he’s still trying to glare at me.
I walk him backward until his spine hits the door with a dull thud. “That’s it,” I growl against his mouth. “Open up for me.”
I shove my thigh between his legs and grind up.
His cock is already hard, straining against his jeans.
“Look at you. Already hungry for me and I haven’t even got your pants off yet.
” I laugh against his lips, trying to war with my need to undo him and my curiosity on how easy this man melts.
“How long have you been thinking about this? Hmm? Was it just once we got into my room? When we drove up? Or maybe it’s when I noticed you. ..”
Oisín’s breath stutters. “Saint—”
“Say it again.” I bite down on the side of his neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark he’ll feel for days. “Tell me how much you like it when I touch you like this.”
He whimpers, his hips jerking against my thigh. I slide my hand down, palm pressing over the bulge in his jeans, and squeeze lightly. “Tell me.”
Oisín lets out a little growl and pushes against my chest. I step back, eyebrow raised in confusion as I study his face. He drags a hand down his face, his head falling back against the wall. “What’s the point? I get it. I’m just another chess piece to you but this... why...”
I step closer again, pinching his chin between my fingers.
I never really realized how much smaller he was than me but in this position, it’s exhilarating looking down at him.
“Because right now, I’d really like to forget that this chess board isn’t the fucking game I started.
” Oisín opens his mouth but I shake my head.
“That doesn’t mean I don’t know how to move the pieces.
Now, tell me right now you want my cock stuffed up your pretty little ass so we can both forget our woes for the night. ”
His throat works slowly, his eyes tracking across my face several times as his breathing kicks up again. “Is this part of your rules?”
I scoff, dragging his chin up a little higher. “Does it make it easier if I say yes? I saw the relief in your eyes, Sín. I felt the way you melted when we were at the club that night. Tell me you didn’t feel a bit of peace afterward.”
His brows furrow. “How could you possibly know that?”
“Because that’s what that night did for me as well, Sín and I’m hoping that’s what tonight is going to do also.
Tell me to stop and I will.” Without waiting for him to answer, I dip my hand to his waistband, pop the button on his jeans, and shove them down his thighs in one rough motion, taking his underwear with them.
His cock springs free, flushed dark and already wet at the tip.
I wrap my hand around him and stroke once.
“Tell me how much you like getting your dick played with by the man who just bought you.”
Oisín’s head falls back against the door with a thud. “Jesus Christ. I’m not... this isn’t the club.” He pulls his head up just enough to glare at me. “I don’t need this.”
“No? You don’t want to be good for me?” I watch as Oisín’s face colors further.
I’m playing with fire, I know that. He’s an asset to the club and even if I’m going to marry him, Sol would make sure everyone has access to his knowledge.
And yet... I’m not sure I want to share.
“Just give me tonight, Sín. Submit. Fall apart for me. Hmm?” I soften my voice a little, watching Oisín melt further.
I reach down to adjust myself, trying to keep a shred of control.
Fuck it.
I drop to my knees, yank his jeans the rest of the way off, and swallow him down in one smooth motion.
He cries out, hands flying to my head, fingers twisting in my short hair.
I don’t tease. I suck him hard and deep, throat working around him while my fingers dig into his ass and spread him open.
He’s trembling already, hips twitching like he’s fighting not to fuck my face.
I pull off with a wet pop and look up at him. “You’re gonna come on my cock tonight, not my tongue. Get on the bed.”
He stumbles backward and crawls onto the mattress on shaky limbs. I strip fast, everything hitting the floor before grabbing the lube from the nightstand, slicking my fingers, and climbing over him.
I push two fingers into him without warning. Oisín arches off the bed with a broken shout. “Saint—fuck—”
“Too much?” I scissor roughly, curling hard against his prostate on every pass. “Or just enough?”
His lips part on a moan, his cock leaking steadily onto his stomach. “Just—fuck—just enough. Don’t stop.”
I add a third finger, fucking him open with blunt, relentless strokes while I watch his face.
He’s gorgeous like this, flushed, desperate, and trying so hard to stay quiet even while his body begs for more.
I twist my fingers and press up again. Oisín screams my name, loud and raw and perfect.
I could get used to this... if it wasn’t a fucking Rogue in my bed.
I pull my fingers free, slick my cock, and line up against his hole. One brutal thrust and I bury myself to the hilt.
Oisín’s back bows off the bed. The sound he makes is half-sob, half-scream, and it goes straight to my balls but I don’t give him time to adjust. This night is for me.
If it gives him the peace he’s searching for, so be it.
I pull out and slam back in, setting a punishing rhythm that makes the headboard slam against the wall.
“Fuck, that’s it,” I growl, gripping his hips hard enough to bruise. “Take every inch. This tight little hole was made for me.” Varina would have never let me do this to her. She would have fought back or sat on someone else’s dick out of spite.
I would have to kill that man, of course.
Oisín’s hands fist the sheets, his head thrown back, those beautiful curls sticking to his sweaty forehead. I fuck him harder, driving up into him so deep his cock bounces against his stomach with every thrust. “God, you’re going to be fucking perfect for me, aren’t you, Sín.”
I wrap a hand around his cock, stroking him in time with my thrusts.
His entire body is turning a beautiful flush of a red, a stark contrast to my dark skin against his pale.
Needing more of those beautiful sounds, I lean down, bite his nipple, and drive into him even deeper.
His legs wrap around my waist like he’s afraid I’ll stop.
“You’re gonna come like this,” I tell him. “With my cock buried inside you and my name in your mouth. Say it.”
He bites his lip, shaking his head to keep from saying it. That’s not going to work. I tighten my grip on his cock, my mouth trailing down to his jaw.
“Say. My. Mother. Fucking. Name. I want to hear the plea on your lips, begging to let you come.” I pull all the way out and thrust back into him. “Or I’m going to unload in this sweet ass and leave you here without letting you fall apart. Say it.”
I’m not sure why I need to hear it on his lips but it’s the only thing I want right now. I pick up my pace, while still holding his cock, not allowing him to come.
“Please! Saint, fuck. Let me come. Shit.”
I snort as I pull out, flip him over and slam back in, ruthless with every stroke.
It doesn’t take long before his ass clamps down around me so hard my vision whites out.
He screams my name as he comes, thick ropes spilling onto my sheets.
I fuck him through it, chasing my own release until the pressure snaps.
I bury myself deep and flood him, grinding through every pulse while he trembles and clenches around me.
Oisín slumps forward, breathing hard as I slip out of him, watching my cum trickle out and gather between his thighs. Slowly, I drag two fingers through and stuff it back into him, Oisín whimpering but he doesn’t move away.
He pushes back against my touch, inviting more of it. Despite my curiosity at how far this goes, there’s something else.
The static in my head is gone again.
Oisín isn’t just my newest favorite piece of solace. He’ll end up being the one thing that can destroy me.