Chapter 33
33
NICKY
“R ight…right there, mmm…”
Ronan grasps my ass cheeks in his big, rough hands and plunges his tongue deeper into my pulsing channel.
“Oh my god, yes.” I claw at the headboard of his bed and roll my hips. “Like that.”
He responds to my encouragement, sliding his tongue back and forth between the lips of my pussy. From where I’m sitting on his mouth, I look down and our eyes connect.
Actually, his eyes are the only part of his face I can see. My mound presses firmly on his mouth. His nose is tucked beneath my clit. My thighs are clamped around his ears. The position is so intimate.
“Fuck. I feel like I’m suffocating you.” I laugh nervously, easing some of my weight off him.
His fingers grab at my thighs, holding me securely in place. “Do I look like I’m struggling to you?” His words are muffled, lashing my pussy with warm breaths. His eyes twinkle happily. “I’m having the time of my life down here, Nicky.” He gives my ass a solid slap and the sting of it resonates throughout my body.
“Ah!” My head jolts backward as my spine arches. Mmm. Feels so good .
Ronan’s palm rolls over the achy spot, soothing the burn of the slap. “Don’t worry about a thing. Sit on my face, tell me how you want me to eat your pussy and I’ll take care of all the rest."
Holy fuck.
I love it when he talks to me like that.
I slide my fingertips into his hair, lightly scratching my nails against his scalp. “My clit…” I hear myself rasp out when his mouth makes contact with my lower lips. “Play with my clit.”
Ronan doesn’t disappoint, capturing my little bud into his mouth. Sucking and swirling and sending me mad.
We’re back in Starlight Falls now. Through the huge windows of the main house, all I can see is snowflakes flickering all around, landing on the barren tree branches. There’s not a soul around for miles. In fact, it feels like Ronan and I are the only people in this town. Like everyone else has packed up and left Starlight Falls to us. I’m pretty sure it’s all our loud and unending sex noises that scared the neighbors away. What a shame.
The Saints have a much-needed rest period for the next few days. So we’re back at Ronan’s secluded Starlight Falls hideaway. Instead of doing something productive, Ronan has been spending his time, letting me boss him around in the bedroom.
I’ve got to say, I was very skeptical about the whole ‘practice boyfriend and girlfriend’ thing. But so far, it’s been five stars. Ten-on-ten. One-hundred-percent-would-recommend.
I’ve lost count of how many orgasms I’ve had in the past twelve hours. I’ve barely left this bedroom for anything other than using the bathroom. Ronan has been incredibly attentive and responsive to my body, working diligently to get me to my climax every single time. And each time I hit my orgasm, he diligently cleans me with a warm cloth then he offers me a water bottle and a snack.
And I’m struggling to figure out why I even turned this offer down in the first place.
When Ronan initially suggested this practice relationship thing, I was skeptical and I think that’s understandable. At first glance, his suggestion just seemed like the sneaky attempts of a serial fuckboy looking for a brand new plaything.
But the more I thought about it, the more I could see the benefits for both of us. I clearly need to get better at expressing my feelings in a relationship context. I know that I’ve sworn off men for the moment but if I ever plan on getting back into the dating market, I’d like to be armed with the right tools. Communication is one of them.
As for Ronan, he says he wants practice being a boyfriend. I can see where he’s coming from. Being in a successful relationship takes skills. Maybe we could work together to cultivate those skills.
We’ll be stuck together till the end of the hockey season. We might as well make it a learning experience. And I’m all about continuing education. Higher learning, if you will. Yes.
As long as we stick to our agreed upon rules—keeping this thing between us a secret and making sure we don’t start confusing our practice relationship for the real deal—this unique arrangement between us could be mutually beneficial.
And fun. So fun.
Ronan squeezes my ass again, spreading the cheeks apart on his mouth. “Do you like when I do this?” he asks, his voice a bucket of gravel.
When I feel his fingertips brush over the contracted muscles of my anus, I feel my inner walls contract hard.
I hiss and grind down on his mouth, plastering my pussy against his tongue. “More…More, Ronan…” I tighten my fingers in his hair.
He absolutely loves it, groaning with delight, sending the vibrations spiking through me.
His free arm loops around my waist, gripping me tightly. At the same time, he applies more pressure, the tip of his finger breaching my rear hole.
My voice cracks on a moan. “Oh god…More…”
I’m crying. I’m whimpering. I’m about to come.
His finger continues to penetrate me. My inhibitions are falling like dominoes with every progressive millimeter. He slides in deeper. Knuckle deep.
And then I explode.
“Ronan!” I cry hoarsely. The walls of my pussy clench and release in an arrhythmic pattern that makes no sense.
I let out a scream that echoes across the house, across the yard, into the mountains beyond the trees. I lose control of my hips, erratically riding out my orgasm.
Ronan doesn’t take his eyes off me, blissfully watching me from his prison between my thighs. And he licks me tirelessly until I’ve worked through every last wave of my climax.
My forehead falls to the headboard and the rest of my body goes limp. I’m boneless and sagging above him.
His hands gently capture my waist and he lifts me off of him, carefully depositing my body on the mattress.
Ronan grabs his T-shirt off the bedside table where it somehow ended up earlier. He wipes his face with it. He’s wearing a smile as he turns on his side, facing me. “You okay, Peach?”
I’m still shivering when I drape an arm around his neck and kiss his lips. “That was…indescribable.” I whisper, taking deep, slow breaths as my body gradually regulates.
Looking pleased, he turns and grabs the water bottle from the bedside table. He passes it to me and I smile at him before taking a few hearty gulps. He empties the rest of the water in a few big swallows of his own.
He delicately brushes my tangled curls away from my face. “Want me to get you a snack? There’s cookies in the kitchen. Or I could make you some eggs. Or we could have some food delivered. We don’t have many delivery options around Starlight Falls but we could get some Chines—”
I give him a push, grinning when he collapses on his back. “The only snack I want right now is you.”
“Shit…” he mutters when I climb on top of him and bury my face in the curve of his neck.
I inhale him, filling my lungs with the scent of his skin. Instantly, I’m intoxicated. I trail a path down his torso, kissing and biting and licking at his salty flesh.
When I grasp his bobbing erection in both of my hands, Ronan’s head eases up from his pillow and he watches me. “You gonna suck my cock, Peach?” His voice is rougher and deeper than it was just a moment ago.
“If that’s what you want…” I say playfully, gently stroking my closed fist up and down the long, rigid shaft. The skin of his dick is silky, tight and warm. Its prominent veins throb and pulse with arousal, making my mouth water.
His fingers dive down into my hair, tightening in the curls. “You know that I do.” He rises partially, propped up on one elbow. “Put your mouth on me. Take my cock between those pretty lips.”
“Wow. I’m getting turned on again, just hearing you say that.” I glide my tongue from the base all the way up to the tip. I swirl around the soft cap, lapping at the drop of precum that lingers there.
Then I seal my lips over the head, using the tip of my tongue to tenderly flick the underside of his crown.
Ronan’s body freezes. His growl is downright animalistic. “Do that again.”
I follow the command. Ronan watches the whole time, his eyes narrowed on me with focus. His fingers dive down into my hair, tightening in the curls. “More, Nicky.”
I flick my tongue side to side before drawing a circle along the edge of his crown. Then I try letting my teeth gently graze the underside. And the way he responds to it all sends a thrill shooting down my spine.
“That’s the trick from the text message…” he grits out.
My mouth is full of him now. “Mm-hmm.”
“Fuck, baby. So good. You’re so fucking hot right now with my cock in your mouth. You’re doing such a great job. I’m so lucky to be here with you. So lucky to have your mouth on me. My good girl, I’m so fucking lucky.”
My body lights up at the praise. I want to please him. I need it. His acknowledgement builds me up.
As good as this feels, I could easily get addicted. That’s why I need to keep reminding myself that it isn’t real. We’re just role-playing. We’re just rehearsing. We’re just practicing. This is not the real thing.
I glance up and find his hazy eyes on me. He looks weak, dazed, almost vulnerable. I get an incredible sense of power knowing that I’m the one doing this to him.
I fill my mouth with his shaft, bobbing up and down. Twisting my hands at the base. Taking him all the way into my throat until I’m gagging.
His body starts tensing up, like he’s about to come.
“Baby, stop.” He gently yanks on my hair, sending fireworks through my nipples.
I drag my nails down the side of his hip. “Don’t pull out. I want to taste you.” I moan and whine.
But Ronan is already ripping open a condom packet. “Get on me,” he orders me once he’s sheathed. “Climb on my dick and ride me till we’re both seeing stars.”
Without hesitating, I straddle him and sink down his length, letting his cock fill me from below. I can feel him in my belly and my brain can’t figure out how my body is able to accommodate all that length.
I start to ride him and his arms come around my lower back, pulling me closer. His lips close around my nipple, sucking and biting as I work my hips up and down.
I’m saying his name and he’s saying mine. Our bodies rub together, sweaty, heated, electric.
It’s a heady mix of sensations, and neither of us lasts long. In just a few moments, we’re both clinging to each other and spilling over the edge.
I collapse onto the mattress beside Ronan, arms and legs spread out as I recover. After a moment to catch his breath, he gets up and goes to the bathroom to deal with the condom. When he returns, he’s carrying a wet rag. I smile up at him as he diligently cleans me off. He always does that. Every single time.
He gets rid of the rag and then climbs back in bed.
My eyes flutter closed but my attention perks up at the sound of his voice. “If I were your boyfriend, what would you need from me right now?”
Opening my eyes, I look at him. I hesitate.
“Nicky, tell me what you want,” he says softly. “What would you need from me right now if this were really a relationship.”
“I’d need you to hold me…” I say, my voice incredibly soft and almost ashamed to ask for his affection.
But Ronan nods simply. “Okay.”
His strong arms loop around my body and he drags me on top of him, letting me drape and twist my limps around his. I’m amazed at the way we fit. Our bodies align so seamlessly together. As the aftershocks of yet another wither away, Ronan has me wrapped up against his chest like he’ll never let me go.
His hold is so possessive, so certain that I find myself silently aching for him to keep me forever.
Nicky, girl—what are you doing?
I know it’s not real. I know it’s not meant to last. But right now? In this moment? It’s exactly what I need.
I lay my head in the crook of his neck, right where his pulse is throbbing crazily. “Ronan?”
“Yes,” he croaks out into the dark room.
My lungs expand on an inhale and I pull his arms tighter around me. I burrow further into his neck. “Thank you for being so good to me.”