Chapter 13 Ciara
Chapter Thirteen
CIARA
I cry out as Ronan reaches out to grip my bare thighs and yanks me toward the edge of the bed before dropping to his knees before me.
Holy shit.
Ronan Sullivan is on his knees for me.
I grip the comforter so tightly that my knuckles turn white as I try not to overthink what is about to happen.
This is wrong.
We shouldn’t be doing this.
But at the first lick of his tongue along my slit, I completely unravel. I cry out as a surge of pleasure washes over my body, my back arching off the bed as I become even wetter.
“Eyes on me,” Ronan growls as he moves to rest my thighs on his shoulders.
I push myself up onto my elbows so I can look down at him. And holy hell, the sight of Ronan Sullivan kneeling between my thighs almost makes me climax.
“Good girl, now keep them there.”
If my thighs weren’t trembling, I’d try to suffocate him with them, but from the look on Ronan’s face, I’m pretty sure he would enjoy that.
His dark eyes turn molten as his tongue licks along my center, and my mouth parts in a silent cry of pleasure.
God, his mouth feels incredible.
Not only that, but his calloused palms add the most delicious amount of friction as he rubs them back and forth over my thighs while he continues to lick me.
He takes his time exploring my pussy, purposefully ignoring the one place where I want his tongue the most, which only drives me crazier. By the time he finally brushes over my swollen clit, I’m so wet and achy that I cry out with pleasure as my head falls back against my shoulders.
“What did I say?” He pulls back and sinks his fingers so hard into the flesh of my ass that I gasp.
A strangled sound escapes me as I try to move against his face, desperate for any contact, but that only makes him pull away even more.
“I’m not going to give you what you want unless you look at me.”
Despite the heat between us, his voice is cold and commanding.
I force my eyes open to look down at Ronan and swallow a whimper at the expression on his face.
He might be the biggest pain in my ass, but I can’t deny the man is breathtaking.
“Okay,” I whisper, balling the sheets into my fists as I try to cling to the last of my control.
His tongue darts out to wet his lips before he once more buries his face between my thighs.
I watch as he devours me like a starving animal, switching between licking and sucking on my clit and sinking his tongue deep inside me.
He starts to pump his tongue inside me.
“Oh, fuck.” I fight the urge to close my eyes and lose myself to the pleasure of him fucking me with his tongue, trying not to imagine it’s his cock instead.
Because Ronan is giving me nothing in return.
No groans of pleasure as he feasts on me or words of encouragement as I chase my release.
His hands don’t even move from my ass so he can stroke himself.
This man is the epitome of control, despite having his tongue buried in my pussy, and that pisses me off.
But not enough to want to make him stop.
“Oh, god.” A surge of pleasure rushes up my spine as he runs his tongue along me before swirling it around my throbbing clit.
His eyes darken again as he increases his pace, knowing that I’m reaching the edge.
I want to sink my fingers into his thick dark hair and hold him against me. I want to grind my hips against his face and ride him like I would his cock.
But I don’t.
I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much more I want him.
Instead, I grit my teeth and try to swallow my moans of pleasure as my pussy grows even slicker as I chase my release.
He must sense that I’m close as he increases his pace, adding more pressure to my clit with his tongue as he pushes his face into my pussy.
The combination of the pleasure mixed with the pain as he digs his fingers into the flesh of my ass unravels my control completely.
“Fuck, yes…” I sink my teeth into my lower lip as my legs start to shake.
“Are you going to come for me, wife?”
I grip the sheets tighter, trying my hardest to hold back just to make him think he doesn’t own me.
But then he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks on the sensitive bud, and I snap.
“Yes!” I cry out, about to reach the edge.
But just before I come, Ronan pulls back, and I choke on a sob as my orgasm vanishes.
“What the hell?”
“You really thought I would make it that easy, huh?” He leans back on his heels and looks up at me from between my thighs, the evidence of my arousal all over his chin.
I’m too lost for words to speak, which only adds to Ronan’s amusement. I should have known the bastard would want to edge me.
“I have something for you.” He releases his hold on me and gets to his feet.
My eyes flick down his body, and my breath catches at the evidence of Ronan’s arousal. I figured, considering his size, that he’d be well endowed, but I bite back a moan at the sight of his hard cock straining against his pants.
I should leave.
If we cross this line, there’s no going back.
As if Ronan can hear my thoughts, he walks around the side of the bed and pulls open his bedside drawer, then produces a sleek black box.
A toy.
I choke on my own breath as he opens the box and holds the vibrator between two fingers, his eyes gleaming.
“Wedding present.” The corner of his mouth twitches. “Have you used one of these before?”
My mouth goes dry, and my brain short circuits as I eye the toy.
He lifts his brow. “I asked you a question.”
I glare at him, fighting the urge to take the toy and slap him across the face with it. But I don’t. Only because I’m still far from satisfied and my curiosity as to what this toy can do outweighs my desire to leave.
“Not one like that.” My cheeks burn.
“But you have used toys before?”
I nod.
Ronan’s eyes darken as his tongue darts out to wet his lips. “But not ones that go inside you, is that what you mean?”
I nod again.
“Interesting…” He presses the button on the side, and the toy hums to life. “Well, this one goes inside of you while also stimulating your clit.”
He’s actually going to kill me.
I can see it now: Ciara McCarthy - Death by vibrator.
“Lie back against the pillows and spread your legs.”
My pussy still throbs with the need to come as I lie back and slowly open my thighs while Ronan moves to kneel on the bed beside me.
“It shouldn’t hurt, considering how…warmed up you are.” He runs the tip of the toy along my inner thigh.
I hold back a moan at the feeling of it, my body tensing as he grazes my skin before dipping between my legs and running the toy along my slit.
My body arches off the bed as the toy pulses against my clit, but he doesn’t keep it there for long. Instead, he runs it back down my center before slowly pushing it inside me.
I gasp as I stretch around it, swallowing a cry as it vibrates inside me.
“There you go,” he murmurs.
“Oh, my god,” I moan as he pushes the toy deeper inside me so that the clit stimulator brushes against me.
My eyes roll back as pleasure overwhelms me.
I’m not sure if it’s because I’m so aroused from having Ronan’s tongue between my thighs or if this vibrator is that good, but it feels as if barely seconds have passed before another orgasm builds.
He chuckles as he moves the toy inside me. “Someone’s close already.”
My answering moan tells him all he needs to know.
He presses the button again, increasing the speed to the point where it’s almost overwhelming.
My thighs start to shake as my entire core tenses, and then—
Nothing.
My eyes snap open, and I stare at him, confused and dazed. “What the hell?”
Ronan pulls the toy free and looks down at me with a satisfied smirk. “You didn’t think I’d actually give you what you want, did you?”
He presses the button to turn the toy off.
My blood turns to lava. “You’re joking.”
“Think of it as a…welcome gift.” He leans back on his heels and looks at the toy, which glistens with my arousal, and he grins. “A taste of what you could have.”
I shove his shoulder before scrambling off the bed and grabbing my dress from the floor. “You’re a fucking asshole.”
Ronan tosses the vibrator onto the bed and lifts both hands. “This is my room. You’re free to sleep in the guest room next door if your pride needs space.”
My pride?
Oh, that’s it. I’m done playing his little game.
Holding my dress to my chest to try to protect my dignity, I snatch the toy off the bed and storm out of the room without another word.
The sound of Ronan’s rumbling laugh follows me next door to the guest room, where I make a point to slam the door extra hard so it rattles on its hinges.
“Asshole.” I toss my dress on the floor and collapse onto the bed.
I should have known he’d pull a stunt like that. After all, Ronan Sullivan is the type of guy who likely gets off on torturing people. The fact that I actually thought he’d want to give me pleasure is laughable.
He’s not that selfless.
But despite the fact that my entire body is burning with rage, I can’t ignore the overwhelming ache between my thighs.
I’ve been on the brink of climaxing twice, and my body is still begging for that release which is exactly what Ronan wants.
He wanted me to hand over control so that he could leave me naked and humiliated and begging for him to make me come.
Well, fuck that.
I roll onto my back and reach for the toy, which is still warm from where Ronan gripped it in his hand, and decide to finish the job for him, while adding a little torture of my own.
I’m not sure how thick the walls are between our rooms, so I can’t even be sure if he’ll hear me. But on the off chance he can, I’m extra loud as I sink the toy back inside my slick pussy and turn the power up to max.
Within seconds, I’m gasping for breath as I grind my hips, increasing the friction as the vibrator rubs against my clit.
“Oh, fuck, yes!” I cry out and arch my back, every muscle in my body tensing as my orgasm builds.
My eyes flutter closed, and despite the rage and humiliation, it’s Ronan I see kneeling before me with his tongue buried inside my core, bringing me to the edge.
As I pump the toy harder inside me, I picture Ronan climbing on top of me, the powerful muscles of his body tensing as he moves his cock inside me.
“Yes, yes!” I moan as I grind my hips harder, imagining his beautiful face contorted in agony as he spills inside me.
The thought of having Ronan coming undone is all I need.
My climax is violent and consuming, and I have to bite my pillow, swallowing the urge to scream his name in spite of everything.