Chapter 21 #2
‘Oh my God!’ His touch, combined with the masculine scent of his hoodie, amplified every single sensation. He must have known exactly what he was doing when he’d told her to put it on.
‘You like that, Cass? You like my mouth on you again?’
Where were her words to answer that question? Gone. Carli’s apex was so tender from the anticipation of being around Niall but not yielding to temptation that the slightest touch from his tongue shut down half of her central nervous system. The part of her brain that formed words.
‘I… I…’
Nope, she couldn’t finish her sentence and Niall clearly was not about to do the job for her because he was fixated elsewhere. She slunk her hands up inside the hoodie and grabbed both her nipples. It had been so long since she’d felt anything this good.
Silently, he slipped his tongue inside her, circling, teasing, doing the work his fingers had done moments earlier.
‘Oh fu…’
‘Good, huh?’ He slid his broad palm up her thigh. ‘You’re going to get everything you deserve tonight, Cass. This is me making it up to you. But it’s just for starters, by the way.’
This starter will end me.
Back his fingers went, deep into Carli’s heat, his tongue working her clit.
She surged towards him. It was some making up.
Like he had a PhD in exactly where everything worked in her body.
Had he held that understanding in his bones all this time?
What would sex be like if she was already about to explode?
‘Oh, Niall. Please! I need you inside me.’
Then came the blow. ‘No condoms, Cass. So you’re going to have to enjoy this. Then, tomorrow, you can have me inside you all day.’
‘Oh.’ She dropped back onto the pillow.
‘Unless you want me to stop. If it’s too much.
’ Concern pooled in his eyes as he looked up her, or was it teasing?
She couldn’t tell in the low light. Either way, she did not want Niall to stop.
She wanted more of him, so much more of him, and the breathless ‘no’ that emerged from her told him this.
He smiled, lowered his head and brought his lips back to their shrine of worship, a rough groan vibrating from his throat onto her swollen sex as he touched her again.
And that was as much a part of the package for Carli as anything.
Seeing Niall buried in her. Hearing him gone for her.
She was so ready for the thickness between his legs that she couldn’t have.
The cock that must be tormented by his hand getting to have all the fun.
He thrust enough of them in for it to almost feel like the real thing.
Almost. She pushed forward to meet him, craving more.
Niall rose to his knees, still in his boxers, his erection straining at the fabric. Pulsing her and still playing her with his thumb, his voice was low and loaded.
‘Sorry, I can’t fuck you, Cass. I’m fucking dying here, but I hope this makes up for it.’
The effort he was putting into making up for it. The skill of his finger fucking. She was as saturated and swollen as a loch after days of Scottish rain.
‘I love it, Butler. Don’t ever stop.’
He grinned. ‘I love it when you call me Butler. It makes me want to…’ Niall pulled his fingers from her and slid them into his mouth, licking her juices like he was devouring an ice lolly in the Australian sun. But he must have seen a fragment of torment on her face.
‘Can’t have my Cass going without for too long,’ he said. ‘You need this, huh?’
‘Yes…’ Her breath was ragged. ‘Please… I do...’
And then he filled her again, pushed almost half of his hand up into her, those strong, thick fingertips finding that place within that made her cry out and buck into him.
How was there anything else besides this?
How had there ever been anything else besides this man?
He was her everything and he was giving her everything.
‘Oh, Niall. Please. Keep doing that. Please. Please.’ She begged in time with his rhythmic thrusts.
‘Are you imagining this is my cock, Cass? Filling you, deep inside you, making you come so hard.’
‘Yes!’ Truthfully, she was. The longing for him inside her was like the need for air, for water, for fire. ‘I can’t wait for you to fuck me.’
‘Oh, I will, don’t worry.’ He urged into her most tender spot again, then dropped down, his tongue once more slicking, perilous and skilful, over that swollen pink bud.
It was too much. So much. Carli’s climax was coming, swirling in, uncoiling the final knot of tension in her core and demanding she lose control as her back arched up, her head fell back and her sex clenched desperately around Niall’s fingers.
He was right, she was going to come so hard that the deer on the other side of the loch would be startled, but who cared when her world was spinning and Niall Butler had his mouth on her like he did and was practically devouring her climax at the same time as giving it to her.
‘Oh my God, Niall,’ Carli groaned, unable to hold back any longer. ‘Fuck! Fuck… Fuck!’
Carli’s orgasm crashed through her like a mini earthquake, the sort Scotland might have, rocking and throwing her world into wild abandonment for moments of bliss that felt like forever and forever and forever.
And Niall was there holding his fingers inside her, pulsing them at the right moment, letting her come and come and come around them, until gradually the tremors were diminishing like rings on a loch after a skimmed stone, and finally only tiny aftershocks existed and slowly he parted from her.
Carli opened her eyes to catch him watching her face, like a satisfied artist admiring his work.
‘What?’ She turned her head away, bashfully. ‘Stop.’
‘Don’t be getting shy now, Cass. You’re fucking beautiful.’
Turning back, she took him in, all mussed-up hair and satisfied smile on his face. He was a sight for sore eyes.
Speaking of sore, his erection was still trying to wreck those boxer shorts.
‘Don’t worry about that,’ he said, not missing a trick.
‘But…you…’ Surely, he deserved to take as much as he had given. And honestly, she wanted to, to watch him fall apart like he’d made her.
‘No.’ Niall raised his palm. ‘Tonight is about you. End of.’
‘Um…okay. I was worried that you might not be able to…’
‘Stop. I’m fine. I told you, I have self-control. So, are you a bit warmer now?’
She laughed as Niall encouraged her onto her side and slid in behind her and wrapped his arm across her front. His breath hot on her neck. How could she be cold with this huge man as her blanket? ‘I’m quite hot,’ she said.
‘Aye,’ he murmured. ‘You’re not wrong about that. Now try to get some sleep because we’ve got a busy day dealing with that hotness tomorrow.’