Chapter 30 Joanie
Joanie
The dim light in the bedroom cast Kieran’s face in shadows as we stripped off each other’s damp clothes. My fingers trembled with anticipation as he helped me pull his T-shirt over his broad shoulders. He pulled my dress up over my clammy body, and I felt a rush of vulnerability.
This wasn’t the first time, but something about this felt different.
There was so much intent behind it. The first time had been wild and random, but this felt slow and deliberate.
I’d stood outside the pharmacy while he’d bought condoms. We’d planned to do this together.
This couldn’t be written off as a spontaneous moment or a mistake.
We were both embarking on this with each other. Separate but together.
I took a breath and gathered my courage. “I’d like to return the favor.”
He raised an eyebrow. “What favor?”
I slipped my hand down his body, beneath the waistband of his shorts, and took his thick, hard length in my hand. I’d known he was big. When he’d had me on the balcony, I’d felt impossibly full of him. It wasn’t just the length but the thickness that was so impressive. I pulled his shorts down.
“Lie on the bed for me,” I said. “This is one from my list.”
He raised a dark brow. Premier League footballers weren’t used to taking orders from anyone but a manager, and Kieran didn’t seem to pay much heed to his anyway, but I couldn’t do this on my knees without a soft surface underneath.
He did as I asked, and I kneeled by his waist. His erection was thick and so hard.
I didn’t want to get caught studying the veins in his cock, but the sight of him like this made my body tingle.
“It’s not a favor when I go down on you. I love doing it. Don’t feel pressured to do anything for me.” His biceps bulged as he folded his arms behind his head.
I wrapped my fingers around the base of his thick shaft and moved my hand up and down, gripping him. I had no idea what I was doing, but what I lacked in experience, I’d try and make up for with enthusiasm.
I lay down on the bed on my front with my face level with his middle. “You think I’m doing this for you?”
“Aren’t you?”
“No. This is for me.”
I closed my mouth around his shaft, tasting the salt on his velvet skin.
A tortured groan escaped him, and I’d never heard a sexier sound.
Pleasure flushed his face as I took him deep, swirling my tongue and savoring this new experience.
I wanted to make him feel the way he made me feel, turned on and wild.
His moans made me feel sexier than I’d ever imagined possible.
“Ah, that feels so fucking good. You like sucking my cock?”
Heat spread up my neck. Arousal sparked through me and heat pooled between my thighs. I popped him out of my mouth and licked his balls. A sudden shyness gripped me. I didn’t know how to respond to Kieran’s dirty talk.
He raised his head. “You can stop if you don’t like it.”
I dared a glance at him. “I like it.”
“You’re sure?”
“I love it, actually.”
He surveyed my face, searching for the truth in my words, and lowered his head back to the pillow. “You’re so good at it. I can’t believe it’s your first time. Have you been bullshitting me?”
I chuckled around his cock. He dug his hands into my hair, gathered it, and tugged it lightly back from my face.
His voice was full of humor. “You have, haven’t you? You’ve been lying to me this whole time. And here I was thinking you were such a good girl.”
His lip twitched, and it was almost a smile.
I licked and sucked, revelling in the taste of him and his sexy groans, until his hips gave little jerky movements.
Hard to imagine a man who looked this tough could moan like this.
Even harder to believe that I got to be the one to unravel him like this.
“Fuck,” he said. “You’re going to have to stop. It’s too good. I’m going to come.”
I popped him out of my mouth and took a breath. “Isn’t that the point?”
“No. The point is you asked me to fuck you, so I’m going to do that.”
He leaned across the bed and scooped his shorts from the floor.
With sure hands he retrieved a condom from his pocket, opened it, and sheathed himself.
I lay back, and he lowered his hard body over mine.
My hands raked through his wet hair. His lips touched mine again.
I rose up to kiss every scrap of bare, tattooed skin.
I’d dreaded this trip to Menorca with him, but now this man was all mine to touch like this.
His gaze dropped down over my chest, and I watched his throat bob as he swallowed.
I took a sharp breath as his head dipped and his lips trailed over my breasts again.
Pleasure flooded me as each swollen rosy bud in turn disappeared into his mouth.
My hands roved over the glorious planes of his strong, rippling back.
His tongue slid over mine as his fingers sank into the heat between my thighs. The relief that he was finally touching me made me groan. Blood pounded in my ears as he found the perfect spot that caused me to writhe and squirm shamelessly underneath him.
He studied my face, adjusting his pressure and rhythm perfectly. He wrapped my legs around his waist and lowered himself over me so that his hard, taut body covered mine. He kissed me again until we were both panting and he pulled me into position.
He kissed my chin. “Ready?”
“Yes.”
There was a delicious stretch as he sank into me. He held still as I adjusted myself to his thick length.
His lips brushed my ear. “OK?”
“OK.”
He pulled out and pushed back in again slowly. “Pain?”
A moan drifted before I could form a word. “No.”
“You’ll tell me?”
“Yes.”
He rocked into me tenderly, and it was nothing like the raw passion of when he’d bent me over the balcony.
This was something gentle but just as intense.
His eyes only left mine for moments when he brushed shivery kisses along my shoulder and neck.
With every slow thrust, my body thrummed with pleasure.
“Let’s stay another week,” he murmured into my neck. “Ramirez won’t mind.”
“It’s too long. I need to get back for training.”
“Fuck training. Fuck everything. I only want this.”
His hands roamed my body worshipfully, moving up to cup my breasts. Logical thought proved impossible, let alone speech. The headboard clattered against the wall and the bed creaked and groaned with the movement. This time there was no pain, only a delicious stretch and a need to be closer to him.
I gasped at the hot press of his mouth on my cool, clammy skin as it seared a path over my breasts. “We can’t just stay here.”
“Why not?”
I spoke between moans. “Because . . . we have things to do . . .”
“I only want this.”
I bucked my hips against him, meeting his slow, steady rhythm. He groaned into my neck. “Faster?”
“Yes.”
“I need you on top.”
He shifted us so that he lay on his back, and he guided me to straddle him. He groaned as I lowered onto him. My legs were spread so far around his hips that they trembled, but his firm grip on my backside held me upright.
“You look incredible.” He reached up to squeeze my breasts. “I can’t fucking believe I get to see you like this.”
I rocked over him, grinding and angling myself to feel the delicious sensation of my clit rubbing against him. His eyes locked with mine in the mirror above the dressing table.
“Look in that mirror. See how sexy you are right now.”
I peered in the silver glass on the dresser.
My hair tumbled everywhere in a halo of sea-wet tangles.
My cheeks were pink and my parted mouth looked needy and shameless.
I yielded to Kieran’s sure hands squeezing my breasts and the delicious ecstasy of his cock buried so deep.
My head fell back, and I’d never felt sexier in my life.
The two of us looked good together. I rode him, silencing my insecurities and letting the desperate ache to be full of him guide my movements.
His voice was thick. “Are we staying?”
Unfair. He couldn’t ask me important questions when he had me completely at his mercy. “I don’t know.”
“I want you to stay. A couple more days. I don’t ever want to leave this place. I want it to be me and you like this.”
I didn’t want to go home either. I couldn’t be apart from this. “I can’t miss training.”
“I promise I’ll get you back for training.”
Claire wouldn’t like it, but I spent my whole life trying to impress my boss. It was exhausting. I just wanted to be here, doing something for me for a change. “Fine. Whatever you want.”
“Is it what you want?”
“Yes.”
I had lost myself to this man. There was nothing I wanted more than to forget everything back home and stay here forever with him.
I rode him until shivers raced over my body and my breath came in sharp gasps.
His fingers dug into my hips and he let out a tormented groan.
We came together, shuddering against each other.
The first time we’d had sex had been incredible, but the second time? That was something phenomenal.