9. CHAPTER FIVE
Eoghan’s bright blue eyes stare at me. My soul feels like it’s left my body, swirling above, and smiling at me from the kitchen ceiling.
He gently pinches the side of my mouth until my jaw drops. “Open for me.”
“Is your dick that big that it will reach my mouth without me bending over?”
Eoghan throws his head back and laughs, then draws those eyes to mine again. “It might be big enough if you touch it again. No, I’m debating something.”
“What?”
“Kissing you first,” he sweetly whispers.
“Kissing me?” My heart spikes with adrenaline. “Is this a date, or something?”
“This isn’t a date, brat,” he gravelly responds.
“Do you…date?”
“No,” he says flatly. “Don’t need to.”
“They line up, don’t they?” I glare at him.
“No. I don’t just drop my dick into whoever is willing. I’m…choosy.”
Given he’s pressed against me, and wants to kiss my lips, suggests he’s chosen me. I certainly didn’t throw myself at him. In fact, I recall kicking him earlier.
He liked the struggle. That got him harder. I have so many fantasies about being with a man, but I’ve been stuck in limbo because I hadn’t found the right one to take my virginity.
The kind of sex I want is with a man who’s experienced. But that man will want experience right back. Who wants a woman to just lie there?
Shaking all that away, I wonder if I should tell Eoghan I’m pure.
No… He’ll leave. He surely wants a good time. I read enough, and well, yeah, I watch a bit of porn to see what men like.
But that’s like learning to swim by watching YouTube.
I have zero to lose with Eoghan. If he leaves, I’m no worse off.
“I’d like to be kissed, if that’s all right.” I hold my breath.
He brings our lips close. “Then I shall kiss you.”
His mouth seals over mine and holy hell, the taste of this man shatters my senses.
Tequila, salt, and sin.
My hunger intensifies after the savage sweeps of his tongue, but Eoghan slows down to deepen the kiss. His lips open and close against mine, tasting my bottom lip, sucking on it. I keep my mouth open, my tongue desperate to tangle with his again.
Waves of heat swirl low in my belly. With every taste of me he takes, a piece of my soul goes with it. How can I feel this way about a man I met hours ago?
I hold on to his waist for dear life as Eoghan devours me.
I’ve been kissed before just never kissed like this.
Eoghan won’t stop at my lips. He’s going to take so much more from me. And I won’t stop him.
My brain short circuits and my heart pinches like this is love disguised as two people who just want to get off. And Eoghan woke me the frick up.
My heart. My emotions. And the tightness between my legs.
“Fuck, you taste good, brat.” He brushes a thick thumb across my lips. “My cock will look so good fucking this mouth.”
I lick my lips in response followed by quick breaths through my nose to keep focused. I can faint from these goddamn kisses.
“I… I have to tell you something,” I blurt, fear dragging me under.
“If you tell me you have a boyfriend—”
I bark a laugh. “No.”
“Talk to me,” he demands in a husky drawl. “I’m going to fuck you, brat. If you don’t want that, open your door, and I’ll leave.”
Will he leave when I tell him I’m a virgin? I can’t risk it. I’ll never have a chance like this again with a man like him.
Some cinnamon roll guy will be gentle with me. I don’t want gentle. Not for my first time.
“Do you think I’m sober enough?” I ask instead.
“That’s what you have to tell me?”
“I’m still a little…loopy.”
He points to the floor. “Walk a straight line out of the kitchen.”
“Are you giving me a sobriety test?”
“Aye.”
This would be my chance to make him leave. Trip. Fall down.
But I want him to stay. I want my first time to be mind-blowing like I read in my smutty romance novels.
“I’m fine. I promise. Want me to sign something?”
“Ha. Not necessary.” He unzips his pants. “Go sit on your couch, brat.”
“Couch? Not my bed?”
“Do you want me in your bed?” His shoulders tense, jaw twitching.
Do I want his cologne on my sheets? “Hell, yeah.”
“Then show me your bed, brat.”
I ease past him and stalk down the hall, swinging the hips he says he likes. I’m still in my work suit, and I assume my tight pencil skirt made an impression on him today.
Spinning around, I unbutton my suit jacket. “Clothes on or off?”
He struts, following me. “Off.”
Shit…
The same way I don’t want him to know I’m a virgin, I’m not sure I want him to see me naked.
“Can we do this with the lights off?”
He stops in the hallway. “Why?”
I smooth my skirt. “I’m a little self-conscious of my body.”
“Don’t be. I’m dying to see what you’ve got under that suit. How dare you think you can waltz around and hide that body from me?”
“I don’t hide.”
“Then get naked and show me.”
I open my bedroom door and my eyes slip closed at my unmade bed.
Eoghan’s nostrils flare, taking in the room.
“These messy sheets better not be from you fucking another man,” he says with a sinister, possessive growl.
“No. I promise you.” I slide off my jacket.
Eoghan leans against my dresser, his legs apart as he undoes his belt.
I give in to the fantasy, the last fumes of my buzz encouraging me to strip for the most gorgeous man on the planet. When I’m down to bra and panty, he holds up his hands.
“Come here.” He crooks a finger.
I step toward him. “Yeah?”
“Turn around.”
I slowly spin and feel warm hands on my upper back sliding down to my bra’s clasp. He flicks it open, and before my breasts can even spring free, his hands close around the thick swells.
“Fuck,” he murmurs against my neck, pressing his hard length into my ass. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.” He pinches my nipples, sending explosive shivers through me.
“I want you to fuck me,” I whisper.
One hand slides down my stomach until fingers reach the top of my panties. It’s lacey, but not a thong like so many women wear.
“Are you wet for me?”
“I… I think so.”
His fingers inch lower and one parts my folds. “Christ, you’re waxed. I love that.”
My knees buckle and the hand still holding a breast, curls around my waist.
“Let go. I got you, brat. You’re so fucking wet.”
Stars glitter behind my eyes as he finger fucks me.
“I want to taste you.” He turns me back around and coaxes me to sit on the bed.
Standing before me, he moves his shirt out of the way giving me a glimpse of a flat, taut stomach, and that sexy V carved into his hip muscles.
The outline of his cock tightens my throat. Thick as a soda can and as long as a hot-house cucumber, I worry how it will fit inside my sex, let alone my mouth.
“Brace yourself, brat.” Eoghan removes the python in his briefs.
It’s so big I have to look away for a moment. When I do, I catch my reflection, gasping how I’m just sitting here topless in my favorite lavender panties.
I cover myself at the doctor’s office. Yet, letting Eoghan see all of me feels natural.
Boldly, I lean forward and wrap my fingers around the astonishing thickness.
Eoghan lets slip a muffled groan, his head tilting back. He expects to just shove it inside me, but I’m fascinated by the feel of him.
With both hands, I stroke his erection, veiny and velvety combined. His beautiful skin stretches over the hard, solid length. He’s so taut, it bobs upward.
I’m awe-struck at his power and want to keep admiring this glorious tool between his legs. This is my chance to be a woman, live out my fantasy of giving my virginity to a stranger.
This feels so right. Like we were meant to find each other tonight.
A whole new world is opening to me. After I get rid of my virginity, I can enjoy men. Sex. Kinky sex. Everything.
“How long do you have, big boy?” I tease him, my hormones in the driver’s seat.
“Once I’m inside you, fucking you so hard, you won’t want me to leave,” Eoghan mutters with a grin like I make him happy.
Why does that make me happy?
Buddy, I’m just getting started.