45. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
The kissing starts in the elevator, confusing me. If I’m just a fuck, why all the kissing? But damn, Eoghan has amazing lips and an even better technique.
His entire mouth covers mine and those hands never leave my face. They’re so big, both thumbs stroke my jaw.
My heart patters against my ribs and my stomach feels like butterflies are fluttering their wings to get out.
“Fuck, these lips are so damn sweet, I can’t get enough of you. I want all of you tonight, Jillian. I’m going to sink my cock deep inside you and you’re going to love it. I want to hear you moan my name. Don’t be shy, sparkles.”
“You’re killing me with that dirty talk.”
“You put these dirty thoughts into my head. Just looking at you in those tight skirts and blouses kills me. Did you think you can show off that spectacular hour-glass figure for long and I wouldn’t eventually hold you down and fuck you senseless?”
Um… I don’t answer because how can I top that?
When the elevator slides open to his villa, Eoghan brings me to the living room windows and holds me against them.
I know what kind of strength is in this glass, and I won’t fall, but Eoghan’s mouth on mine and the cool feel of the sleek surface has nerves skittering through me.
I think he’ll go feral on me, start pawing at me since we’re in his private villa, but then he surprises me by deepening the kiss.
It’s not frantic, it’s pleasurable. He sips from my lips like I’m top-shelf tequila that costs five hundred dollars a shot.
No. Private collection.
Except, as he keeps informing me, I’m the only one in his collection.
His tongue tangles with mine. and with my hands under his jacket, my nails dig into his obliques.
“Yeah, fuck me up with your nails. I want to see those marks on my skin and watch them blossom in the shower. Remind me how they felt while I fucked you. Draw blood. Mark me.”
I moan, not knowing how to handle all these wicked emotions Eoghan rouses in me.
“Sparkles, I fucking need you so bad. I need this pussy around my cock or I’ll snap.”
His mouth on me, the way he’s holding my ass, grinding his hard length, an intense quivering wave hits me, and I’ll likely agree to anything.
He hasn’t even undressed me yet.
God, what if he pins me with a demand while he’s balls-deep inside me?
Duress. I was under duress.
When he ends the kiss, his blue eyes drill into mine. “Your mouth makes me lose my mind.”
Sensing I’m ready to pass out just from a damn kiss, Eoghan pulls me against his chest and squeezes me while I get my shit together.
Any thought that I’d do a sexy striptease is out the window when Eoghan’s brawny hands paw at my buttons right here in the living room. He deftly gets the shirt undone without leaving the fabric in tatters.
“I undress you. Me. Got that?”
“You’re very bossy,” I quip.
He holds my face, his eyes darkened with lust. “You have no idea.”
With the shirt pulled down past my shoulders, he keeps it tucked into my skirt.
Eoghan’s eyes scan me as he steps back.
Rubbing his chin, he says, “No. I won’t get you naked. Not this time.”
“This time?” I murmur.
Shit, what’s happening? Did I agree to something? To do this again?
Johnny… I can have what I want with him without putting my career, my life…my heart at risk.
“You want to look well fucked, right?” Eoghan teases me with filthy promises. “That means disheveled. Wrinkled and creased from my naked sweaty body, pounding into you.”
He steps back and undresses. Slowly, every layer peels away until he’s standing there completely naked.
He’s got the typical perfect six-pack abs. Like Johnny. The sexy V. Like Johnny. I’ve been scrolling on Instagram long enough to know many men get cut like this with the right diet and exercise.
“But first, you deal with this, aye.” Eoghan’s massive cock bobs, fully erect. “On your knees, sparkles. Suck my cock.”
Licking my lips, I say, “If you make me blow you and you come down my throat, how will you…fuck me?”
“I’m so glad you asked.”
Rookie question. Right. The pornos. The woman blows the guys first. “I mean, you look ready to go.”
“I’ve been ready since the moment I saw you. I’ve been leaking precum all day. I need release. I can fuck you long and slow after. All night.”
“Who said I’m staying all night?”
He pulls me in by the waist again and lays another brutal kiss on me. “On your knees, Jillian. Suck my cock.”
I reach out to take his stiff shaft into my palms. It throbs in my hands, his skin hot.
“Jesus,” he mutters, looking down at my fingers gliding up and down the impossible length.
With blue nails, the color of his eyes, scraping the skin.
“Are you going to suck me off any time soon?” He’s chalking this up to foreplay, or teasing.
“Soon.” I lower to my knees and bring my lips to the velvety tip.
The smell of his cologne fills me, warming my chest. The tip is wet, a tiny slit weeping dabs of precum.
Thoughts about protection nag at me. I haven’t started my pills yet.
Without another thought, my thumb brushes over the drenched tip of Eoghan’s cock. It’s as if I hit a valve. More drops spill out and next, I’m coating his entire length with sticky, but sweet-smelling pearly drops.
Eoghan hisses and covers my hand with his. “I need your mouth around my cock.”
“So impatient.” I had no idea how powerful this would feel.
Why did I think it was shameful to be on my knees taking a man into my mouth? I truly want to taste him, feel him on my tongue. Just touching him has me burning with need.
With his eyes firing into mine, I hold his gaze and lean forward to lick the tip that’s begging for release.
“Christ,” he grunts.
My tongue slides up and down, and Eoghan’s hips jerk.
His hands close around my head, his fingers digging into my scalp. “Fuck,” he moans. But he’s done letting me go at my pace.
“Keep your mouth open, love.” He pushes forward, the entire length scraping across my tongue. “God, yeah. That’s so fucking good.”
My tongue swirls around the shaft and the salty taste kicks up my saliva until my mouth is drenched. Spittle leaks out and drips down my chin.
Eoghan curls his hips, making love to my mouth, sliding all the way out and then back in, taking all the slobber with it.
It’s messy but sexy as hell.
He lifts his leg and rests one foot on the edge of a nearby chair. “Take my cock down your throat. Christ, you look so good with it in your beautiful mouth. With those ruby red lips framing my cock.”
“Mmmm,” I groan, feeling my soaked panties against my skin.
Eoghan’s eyes flutter, fucking my mouth. As he pushes in and out, my teeth scrape, and I think he’ll yell at me. He seems to like the pressure on his cock, though.
He moans while his hips keep up a punishing rhythm. My God, the stamina of this man.
A smile forms on his lips like, despite the pleasure storming through him, he’s…happy. Happy with my lips around his cock.
The fa?ade of bravado is cracked, and I get the overwhelming sense this is the most incredible blow job he’s ever gotten.
Beginner’s luck. I certainly thought I’d be fumbling my way through this, gagging, and struggling to breathe.
I grip the base of his cock, and my fingers bump into his balls, tight and soft.
When I squeeze, Eoghan gasps and fumbles to speak.
“Oh Christ, Jillian, I’m going to–”
Lust sweeps through me, that I brought him to that place.
My mouth tightens around him because I want it. I want to taste his cum. I want it all.
Eoghan bellows a guttural moan from deep in his throat. Grainy and heady, baritone, like he’s not the same man on the verge of coming.
“Aw, fuck, Jill–” It’s all he gets out when his cock swells up and then shudders, pulsating into my mouth.
Hot spurts of cum coat my throat. He takes out his cock and strokes himself so the thick, salty, ropes pool on my tongue.
I swallow what I can, but he pulls me up and kisses me, his tongue rough in my mouth. It’s wild and frantic, feeling on the verge of madness.
“That was fucking amazing. You little minx. Looking all innocent and that’s what your mouth can do to a man?” The low tenor of his voice hints at a warning that I’m not to use this skill on another man.
If I thought coming in my mouth would calm him, I was very wrong.
“Bed. Now.” Eoghan lifts me and whisks me down a hall.
Kicking open a door, he throws me onto a big bed. From the scents around me, he’s been sleeping in this room. He leans forward, still naked, his body warm. Beads of sweat cling to him, which are now soaking into my blouse.
I think that’s part of his game. Marking me.
Eoghan reaches under my skirt and tears my lace thong down, letting it teeter on one ankle. I think this won’t matter until he pulls my right leg up and the panty hangs like a flag over his shoulder.
The scene hits me, how Eoghan has leveled me out to my baser instincts. My black patent-leather Mary-Janes sit on his shoulders with a lacy panty dangling so this naked God can lift my skirt and bury his face between my thighs, inhaling me deeply.
“You keep this patch of hair, right here, do you understand? I love it like this.”
I don’t get why he orders me around, but it gets me so hot.
“I’ll keep it.”
“You’ll keep it, what?” His thumb presses on my clit, like a button.
My entire lower region seizes. “Um, I’ll keep it, sir?”
Surely, that’s what men like him in my books want to be called.
“No. You’ll keep your cunt the way I like it for…”
I exhale. “For you.”
“Good girl. For me.” He levels me with his hungry gaze. “Did I not tell you enough times, you’re fucking mine?”
“You told me,” I squeak, not understanding if these are pick-up lines, nuclear dirty talk, or if he means what he’s saying.
How can he mean it if he knows we can never be in a relationship?
Eoghan’s tongue hits my clit with delicate, slow sweeps that have me arching off the damn bed.
His bed. My God, what am I doing?
The pleasure blanks out my mind as he sucks my clit into his mouth with a wet and wild tongue.
“Eoghan,” I cry out, my hands pushing on his shoulders to stop, it’s too intense.
I think I can’t go another second, but he devours me with an open-mouth kiss on my entire opening. His tongue tastes every inch of me and when he lifts his head to find my eyes glued to him, I’m shocked to see his chin dripping.
My core tightens and my womb clenches in powerful waves. A nerve at the base of my spine shatters, sending a surge of overwhelming pleasure.
Every nerve shakes to life, and it’s as if I can taste all the money changing hands in the casinos a few miles away.
“Now, let’s get to some fucking.” Eoghan pushes my legs wider, causing my skirt to bunch up around my hips.
It’s linen and will crease.
Look well fucked…
Having him naked and me fully dressed is the exact opposite of my fantasies, but it strikes me in a different place. Like he’s here for my pleasure.
Seating himself between my legs, my ass hanging off the edge of his bed, Eoghan paws at me like I’m a new plush toy. He starts at my waist and strokes me up around my breasts over my lace bra.
Then those big hands of his reach my throat. Slowly, they tighten around my neck. Our eyes meet, and my heart slams into my chest.
With that connection, the swollen head of his dick kisses my quivering slit as he enters me with a force that makes me see stars. With a storm raging in his blue eyes, he fucks me like he owns me.
Like he hunted me down, and I’m some kind of prize.
Christ, that sets me off into yet another explosive climax.
“Christ, you look so beautiful taking my dick deep into your cunt.”
What sounds like a goddamn growl floats out from his chest as his thrusts pick up speed. His taut stomach pivots, and his balls tickle my ass, I’m spread so wide.
He’s naked, but I feel more open. More exposed. It’s freaking fantastic.
He releases my neck and straightens his back. With his thick thighs spreading me wider, I can’t touch him. Instead, I claw fistfuls of his blankets for purchase.
“Christ, you’re soaked. Your cunt’s dripping for me.” His nostrils flare, and his jaw tightens as he fucks me like a man out of control.
The friction is mind blowing. His tight and heavy balls teasing my ass are enough to make all my muscles seize as I fall apart with an entire body shudder. Again.
Eoghan goes at me even harder. “God, the way your cunt stretches for me. Me, just me.”
With the veins in his neck throbbing and sweat rolling down his chest, his entire body jerks.
He’s reached his limit but keeps going with a few final hard thrusts, chasing his orgasm, slamming into me.
The eruption of so many muscles sends me over the edge yet again, and I cry out.
Even his nipples grow long and thick before my eyes as he releases inside me.
“Fuuuuuck.” His head falls back and his jaw tips open as he roars. His hot release spills into me, coating me, filling me.
He slumps forward, his hands winding around my waist in an intimate hold while his cock jerks to fully empty inside me.
Without a condom. Holy crap!
How does he steal all my good senses?
But I can’t be mad at him, when he looks at me with the devilish smile of a satisfied male.
“That was absolute perfection, sparkles.”
I wanted hot, meaningless, dirty sex. But is this meaningless?
I’m falling for a mafia man. And that means I’m doomed.