Chapter 32
Unconventional
brIGIT
“Okay, Bunny,” Cormac sighs into my hair. “I really have to go shower now.”
“Then go,” I laugh. “I’m not the one stopping you.”
His hips move lazily against mine, “You just feel too good. I can’t stop.”
The bedding beneath me rustles as he continues to gently grind me into it, his hard cock trapped behind a thin layer of underwear between us.
His mouth lands on my collarbone, slow and lazy, the light layer of scruff growing on his jawline tickling me. The late-afternoon light is a warning that, whether we like it or not, Cormac needs to get out of this bed.
“He’s going to kill you if you don’t get there on time,” I remind him.
The warm air of a chuckle floats across my skin, “I don’t think he’d blame me. If he had the object of all his fantasies naked in bed, he’d let the rest of the fucking world fall away, too.”
His words fill me with both heat and trepidation.
This kind of heady emotional confession is more than I can handle.
His head lifts, his slightly narrowed eyes locking on mine, “What?”
“What?”
“What’s wrong?” he pries.
I shake my head, still atop the pillow, before looking to the ceiling to avoid the intensity of his stare.
“If you don’t tell me,” he kisses my shoulder, “I’ll just have to drag it out of you.”
The threat sends a zip of thrill through my blood, a small smile pulling at my lips against my will.
“You’ve just always been more than I can handle,” I confess.
“I think you’ve handled me perfectly,” he murmurs into my skin. “And if it was up to me, I’d be showing you just how well you do again.”
I giggle, pushing down the desire his thick voice and hot lips bring to the surface.
“You’re very direct,” I run my fingers through the short strands on top of his head. “I’ve never had anyone that wants me as freely and relentlessly as you.”
“How lucky for me that I get to be the first to give you everything you deserve,” he mumbles, laving my skin with his tongue.
My eyes flutter, the sensation of his warm mouth mixing with the devotion in his words making me melt into his arms and the bed beneath us.
“Roll over, Bunny,” he groans into my ear, his cock rubbing at my clit before he moves to make me do as he says, his touch languorous and smooth. “I have to get inside you again.”
One final time, I try to redirect him, “Cormac, you have to—”
“Come on, don’t make me beg,” he mutters, lying behind me on our sides, pulling me into his chest. When his dick rubs against my bare ass, all my senses coalesce into nothing but sensation. His needy moan in my ear as he drags me against him sends waves of chills across my arms.
“I doubt you’ve ever begged for anything in your life,” I laugh, the sound breathy and more desperate than I mean it to be.
“Never,” he agrees. “I love taking what I want. I especially love taking it from you and reveling in your inevitable surrender.”
As he rubs against me again, his arm that’s not being used as my pillow traverses along my curves, down my side to my hip, before he gently takes my ass in his hand with a throaty groan.
His tongue traces designs across my shoulderblade, moving as if he has all the time in the world to seduce me.
Not that he needs it. I’m already soaked.
Haven’t stopped being wet since I got in the shower this morning, honestly. Just the memories of what he’s done to me have been enough to keep me ready for more all day long.
We both know I’m going to eventually give in. There’s nothing I want more than to be filled by him again.
But that doesn’t mean I need to make it easy.
“Maybe you should beg,” I suggest, though I think if he actually does, I might combust. It’s easier to accept his affections when he gives them by force. “See if you’re even capable.”
His lips lift in a smile against my skin, and his hand dances around my hip, drifting easily between my knees to lift my leg up over his hip, spreading and baring me completely. With just enough pressure to slightly scratch, he drags his fingernails back up my inner thigh, drawing out a harsh gasp.
When his hand finds my soaking wet center again, he moans, rubbing my clit with barely there circles.
“This pussy’s so good, baby,” he mumbles. “Are you gonna let me have it?”
Fighting against the incredible sensation, I shake my head.
Releasing a whine that nearly has me convulsing with pleasure, he presses harder against the bundle of nerves. “But I need it,” he pleads, driving his cock between my ass cheeks to punctuate his words.
A choked moan slips from my lips. I never thought I’d be someone who would be into being begged like this, but there’s no denying the way my body is responding to his desperate pleading.
I try to shake my head again, biting my lips between my teeth to keep my pathetic noises in as he works my clit with expert precision.
“Please,” he presses the word against my neck, sealing it with a sloppy kiss. “Please let me fuck you, Bunny.” He drives his hips forward with a pained whimper. “I need to feel you come on my cock again. Please, please, please.”
My head spins. The desperate, pleading tone in his voice and his wildly talented fingers drive me insane, edging me closer to giving in with every second.
“I’ll be so good,” he continues, and I can feel a blinding orgasm already building in my core, liquid heat spilling from me over and over again.
“Oh, I’ll make it so fucking good for you, baby, just…
” he groans, sinking two of his fingers inside my pussy and making me cry out.
“Fuck, please, Brigit. I’ll make you come so hard you squeal, just—shit,” he chuckles nervously and stops moving.
“Jesus Christ, Brig, you’re gonna make me come before I even get inside you. ”
“What?” I mumble, words ceasing all meaning.
His hand leaves between my legs, drifting up until he can wrap it around my jaw and tilt my head to face him.
His expression is just a step below manic, pupils blown wide, gazing down at where his wet fingers grip my face, “Just your pathetic attempts at resistance and rubbing that ass against me while I spear you with my fingers almost made me come.” He leans in, kissing me filthily before speaking against my lips.
“You’re so fucking hot just the thought of fucking you has me unraveling. I need to be inside you again. Please.”
Jesus, I can’t take anymore.
My head nods the best it can while still held in his firm grip, and his answering moan is both desperate and full of relief.
He releases my face and wastes no more time, dragging his boxer briefs down enough to let out his cock, my only warning the rustling of his underwear and the sheets before he presses against my soaked entrance.
He sinks all the way inside me with one smooth thrust, pulling a gasp from me and a ragged, throaty breath from Cormac that sends chills all over my scalp.
“Thank you,” he sighs, wasting no time before he starts driving into me with long, rolling strokes, stretching me with every thrust. “Thank you, baby. Fuck.”
I don’t even have the brain power to respond, lost in the overwhelming pleasure wracking my body as he buries himself into me over and over, his unguarded, elated moans filling the air.
His fingers dig into my hip, pulling me into him, making my ass rub against his muscular pelvis with every slow grind.
I peek over my shoulder, desperate to see his face and if his expression matches the passion in his voice.
And never have I seen anyone as lost in pleasure as Cormac is, eyes closed in concentration, brows furrowed almost painfully, throat working as he releases moans and grunts, losing himself in me over and over.
“Brigit,” he groans, spreading his hand across my lower stomach to press me against him, making his cock hit a spot that has my toes curling, pulling endless wanton moans from my lips. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
A small whimper slips out of me, feeling overwhelmed and desired so wholly that I don’t know how to let it wash over me without completely consuming me.
“I’m not gonna last long like this, Brig,” he moans, sinking his teeth into my shoulder. “You’re just too good, too fucking slick and warm around me.”
His hand drags up my stomach while he speaks lowly in my ear, his panting breaths accentuating every word, “Rub your clit for me, baby, I wanna watch you make yourself come all over my cock before I spill everything I have into you.”
I nod, whining as he picks up his pace, and my fingers land on the swollen, drenched nub between my legs, rubbing light circles. I barely need any stimulation, already so close to falling apart.
“Fuck, that’s it, Brigit,” he groans, his hand sliding under my arm to cup my tits and tease an overly sensitive, hard nipple, making me release a high-pitched keen. My cunt pulses, every inch of my body a livewire waiting to be unleashed. “Tell me how good it feels.”
I shake my head. I’m incapable of such monumental tasks right now. All I can do is writhe, taking his cock inside my body with every slow roll, and moan with reckless abandon, the sounds growing louder and louder.
Cormac’s hand stops mine from rubbing as he slows his strokes even further, keeping me just on the edge of an orgasm so intense I’m not sure I’ll be the same person after it.
He doesn’t let me fall over, nor does he stop enough to let it subside; he just keeps me suspended where all thought fails, and I’m a trembling, whining mess.
“Please,” he practically growls. “Please, baby, tell me how good it feels to take my cock inside you. I— ohhhh, I need to hear it.”
“So good,” I finally choke out. “Feels so— fuck,” his hips give me one hard pump, pulling a squeal from me. “Oh, my god.”
“Yeah?”
I frantically nod, silently pleading with him to let me come.
He growls again, moving in earnest, finally hard enough that the slap of his hips meeting my ass fills the room, making both of us moan in relief.