Chapter 22 Ronan
Ronan
Pixie had the look of a gazelle surrounded by hungry lions when she appeared in the doorway with a white towel wrapped around her curvy little body. I sighed in disappointment when I spotted her bra straps, as it meant she wasn’t naked underneath. But underwear was good. I could work with that.
The minute my thoughts drifted to Pixie’s underwear, my dick perked up. And given there was nothing protecting my modesty but a small towel across my lap, I couldn't hide my reaction. Luckily, she was too busy avoiding looking at me to notice my massive boner.
"Take a seat, Pixie." She hesitated before sitting on the bench across from me, tense as fuck. "Good girl."
I picked up my phone and connected it to the Bluetooth speakers. Seconds later, a soothing, chill-out playlist filled the room. I watched through hooded eyes as Pixie leaned back, the tension slowly falling away from her stiff shoulders.
Heat soaked into my bones, but I remained on edge.
It was hard to relax when the woman I lusted after sat less than five feet away, practically naked.
I wasn't used to holding back. If I saw something I wanted, I went for it.
No holds barred. Or was that no holes barred?
I never could remember the exact phrasing.
The scent of eucalyptus filled my nostrils, reminding me of Ma in her final weeks. But I shoved that thought down. She'd left us all to go to a better place.
Pixie shifted and her towel slipped, revealing more skin. My gaze slid down from her face, lingering on the deep swell of her tits. Fuck me, she had great tits. Much more than a handful.
My dick hardened. Again. Pixie's eyes dropped, widening in shock before her gaze skittered away. Even with the low lighting, I could see her face was redder than a tomato. I fought back a grin.
"Feeling better, pixie?"
"No."
"Really? Still tense and aching?"
"Yeah. Nearly dying in a car accident will have that effect."
Her words sank in, and I mentally kicked myself. God, I was such a fucking idiot. My Pixie had endured a traumatic crash, and instead of taking care of her, my dick was in the driving seat.
I thought for a moment and then grinned.
"A hefty dose of endorphins will help ease your discomfort."
She looked up, suspicious as all hell. The towel slipped a few more millimeters, causing me to choke.
"Endorphins?"
"Pleasure hormones."
"I know what endorphins are, Ronan. It's the context I'm confused about." Damn, I loved her salty attitude. It made me sad she rarely showed that side of her.
Fixing my towel in place, I crossed the room and kneeled on the floor between her legs. She looked worried, but didn't move.
"You're hurting," Pixie, I purred. "I want to make you better." Various emotions flickered across her expressive face: anxiety, discomfort, and fuck me, anticipation. If I played this right, arousal would be next on the list.
"The heat is helping," she admitted, refusing to look me in the eye.
I rested my palms on the timber bench on either side of her thick thighs. She had them pressed together, hiding a perfect pussy I was desperate to see. And taste.
"There's something that would help even more, Pixie. Do you trust me?"
"I…I… guess so?" It was hardly a ringing endorsement, but better than her telling me to go fuck myself. So I'd take it.
I pushed her legs apart, ignoring her anxious squeak.
"If you want me to stop, I will." I wasn't a rapist pig. This was about making her feel better. She wasn't ready for my dick.
Yet.
Her tongue flicked out as she considered my words. Lust gripped me hard when she bit her plump lip. Still silent. But she'd not slapped me around the face or kicked me in the balls. Thank fuck.
"Wait… what do you… want to do?" I moved my hands from the bench to her thighs, relishing the way she shivered under my touch. The heat of her skin burned, a slick of sweat making it easy to slide the towel higher up her soft, plump thighs.
Her small whimper was like music to my ears as I pushed her legs apart. My gaze snagged on her cotton panties. White with pink hearts. Cute, like her.
"I want to make you feel good, Pixie."
"But I feel much better already," she spluttered, trying desperately to close her legs. I smirked as I stroked her inner thighs. Pixie had no clue how much pleasure I could give her.
"Relax, Pixie. Go with the flow." Then I bent my head and licked the wet patch on her panties, inhaling her sweet scent.
"Ronan, I--" A small cry escaped when I pulled her panties aside and licked her slit. Fuccckkkk. Electricity prickled down my spine, hitting me right in the balls. Pixie tasted like nirvana. Sweet and tart. Delicious as fuck.
She tried to escape, but I had her thighs pinned down, locked in place. My Pixie wasn't going anywhere until she'd come at least twice. An orgasm was just what she needed. An endorphin rush to ease her pain.
Just call me Doctor Ronan, a certified expert in pleasuring women. That and killing assholes.
When I licked her clit, she squeaked like a small mouse. So I licked harder, loving the rush of nectar that flooded my tongue.
"We can't!" Pixie panted, but she spread her legs wider to give me more room. The towel slid down just as the chill-out music ended and switched to a more upbeat playlist. When I sat back, licking my lips, my eyes locked on her full breasts, bulging in her plain sports bra.
"Fuck me, you have great tits." She really did. I loved all tits, big or small, but Pixie's tits were perfect. Just the right size to wrap around my shaft. I'd save that for another day, though. Right now, Pixie needed an orgasm to relax her.
I returned to the task at hand, except her panties were in my way. She hissed in outrage when I tore the heart panties from her and tossed them aside.
"I'll buy you some new ones." Silk and lacy. Expensive panties in jewel colors like red and purple. Panties I'd then remove, slowly, with my teeth.
She huffed some more, then uttered a shuddering cry when I pushed a thick finger inside her tight little cunt. Damn, would my cock even fit? It might be a struggle, but I was a patient man.
In and out, slowly, slowly, while licking her swollen nub. Pixie tensed, arched her back, and came hard. A crescendo of cries echoed around the sauna, drowning out the music.
Orgasm one. Check.
Now for orgasm two.