Chapter 23
The kiss spears through my chest, lighting my body up like a wildfire.
Tieran wastes no time hoisting me onto the kitchen island and wrenching my thighs open to step in between them.
The move was so effortless, so inherently sexy, it was almost like he had been mapping out the perfect path to get me in this position all night, like he was just waiting for me to say the word.
And now, he’s kissing me like he’s gone weeks in the desert without water, and I’m the oasis pond he’s been scouring tirelessly for. Like now that he has me, he’ll never be able to drink his fill.
Even with me sitting on the counter, he’s towering over me, craning down so he can match me kiss for kiss as his left hand digs into my waist and his right hand holds my head in place to devour me.
His tongue sweeps into my mouth, and the taste of him is such a drug, I can feel myself getting addicted with every brush, every nip, every soft moan that coalesces between us.
I tug at his shirt, pulling away from his mouth only long enough to pull it up over his head.
Swaths of tan rippling muscle greets me, and my mouth dries up as I finally get to look at him up close with nothing keeping me from looking my fill. The whimper that escapes my mouth unbidden makes him grin like a fiend.
“Don’t gloat.” I try to sound stern, but my voice comes out too breathy.
Before me, Tieran sinks to his knees, face level with my core as he pulls my hips to the edge of the countertop. “Shut me up, then. Lift,” he commands.
I do as he says, using my arms as leverage to lift my ass off the counter enough for him to grip the waistband of my leggings. He pauses, looking to me for permission, and I nod in confirmation. Hooking his fingers in, he starts to ease the leggings down before tossing them to the floor beside him.
Tieran sits back on his haunches, taking me in while I sit in front of him in just my practical black panties.
Suddenly feeling self-conscious and wishing I had worn something sexier, I start to fidget.
My legs shift of their own accord, beginning to close, and I pull my wrap sweater down to cover myself, anything to feel less exposed.
He swats my hands away and pulls my legs open again with his hands.
“Don’t you fucking dare.” His usually jovial voice is razor sharp. “God, just...fucking look at you. Lose the sweater.” My nipples pebble under his order, excited he’s taking charge.
Slowly, I untie the wrap at my waist, taking time with every movement and soaking in Tieran’s heated gaze, his large hands stroking my thighs in a maddening motion.
When I unwrap the sweater, shrugging the soft material off my shoulders and displaying my strappy, low cut sports bra, his eyes darken.
The bright blue I’ve come to love so much is practically non-existent as he drinks me in.
Reaching a hand out, he pinches a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and I writhe, head falling back from the pleasure coiling through my body with that one, infinitesimal touch.
“Perfect. The way your body responds to me makes me feel like a god, Hellfire.” His hand on my thigh inches higher while the other toys with my nipples, alternating between the two. “If I touch your sweet cunt, will I find it wet for me?”
Feeling emboldened, I run my hand down the plane of my stomach, his gaze branding me everywhere I touch, until it slips under my panties.
His grip on my nipple tightens, and I cry out from the bite of pain that ebbs into pleasure as my fingers ghost over my clit.
Tieran watches on, enraptured, gently placing a chaste kiss to the inside of my knee.
It makes my heart squeeze and thump and pop with tenderness in a moment that feels distinctly opposite.
I swipe my fingers through my center, dipping inside and pumping once, twice, before pulling them out.
They glisten under the warm light of his kitchen, proving to him just how wet I am—how wet he’s made me.
Slowly, I bring my soaked fingers to his mouth, and when he realizes my intention, his eyes blow wide, engulfed in obsidian.
Tieran brings both of his hands low on my hips, gripping me so hard, it could bruise, pulling me even closer, all while I trace his lips in my arousal. “Is this wet enough for you?” I ask before plunging them into his mouth.
He greedily sucks, humming in satisfaction as his tongue swirls around the digits before releasing.
He looks up at me through lowered lashes, and the sight of him kneeling before me makes anticipation course through my veins.
His strong hands shift with intent, running south down my hips before grabbing the band of my underwear and ripping them clean off, baring me to him completely.
“It’s a start,” he says just before he puts his mouth on me and turns my world upside down.
Tieran licks a hot stripe up my center, groaning loudly and forcing an embarrassing wail out of my own mouth as he consumes me so thoroughly, my eyes cross.
“Fucking hell. I’ve been dreaming of your taste.” Tieran’s face is ravenous, and he reaches down to grab the impressive bulge in his athletic shorts, grunting as he strokes himself over his pants.
I lean forward so I can see him touch himself, but the way he’s circling my clit with the tip of his tongue has every neuron in my body firing, until I give up and fall back to the counter.
“And? How do I taste?” My question comes out breathy, uncontrolled.
Everything about him makes me lose control.
Tieran pulls himself off my pussy only long enough to answer. “Like addiction. You taste…” He uses his fingers to spread me open, baring me further before he shoves his tongue inside me, using his other hand to rub my swollen clit. “You taste like I’ll never be satiated.”
He eats me like he’s chasing the point where he’ll be satisfied but can’t get there. My back is bowing off the countertop, somewhere in the background, Pebble is trotting into another room, and I’m being absolutely wrecked.
It’s never been like this. I don’t think I would have ever gotten any work done if it was like this, because I never want Tieran’s mouth on me to end. I would gladly spend days, months, years doing nothing but this.
I’m yanked out of my thoughts when Tieran abruptly stands, pulls me off the counter, and wraps me around his waist. The brisk pace he sets walking to what I assume will be his bedroom makes me giggle, but I promptly shut up when I feel the hard length trapped behind the material of his shorts bump against my naked center.
We both groan, and I involuntarily roll my hips against him, making him squeeze me tighter.
“Careful,” he growls.
I do it again, only this time, it’s intentional. I tighten my hold around his neck, leaning in and licking up the tattoo just under his ear. “Or what?” I whisper.
He abruptly sets me down and spins me so my ass is against his front, his cock digging into my back.
Calloused palms skate up my thighs and brush over my core in the lightest tease, scraping against the planes of my stomach before settling on my breasts overtop the sports bra I’m still wearing, the last line of defense before there’s no going back.
One of his hands dives underneath the fabric as the other finds home on my clit once again, circling before he plunges his two middle fingers inside.
I cry out, bracing my hands on his forearms and standing on tippy toes as his palm applies a steady, delicious pressure to the oversensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs.
“Tieran,” I gasp out. “Fuck, oh my God.”
“God can’t help you here, love. Just me, and I’m going to make you come so hard, you’re going to be upset you deprived yourself of this for months.”
His reminder that there are reasons, good reasons, why I’ve been denying myself of him, of us, for so long comes to the forefront of my mind.
“Maybe we shouldn’t do this. I’m—” He leans down and sucks on my neck, and my thoughts scurry in a million directions. “I'm in a position of power over you.” It’s a feeble attempt, my last ditch effort to get one of us to see reason, and it’s failing miserably.
He pulls out, spinning me to face him suddenly, his gaze more intense than I’ve ever seen it.
“Not in here, you’re not. Does this feel like you’re the one with the upper hand?
” He grips my throat roughly, pulling my face close.
“In here, you do what I want—what I tell you to do. That’s what you really want, isn’t it?
To not have to be responsible for something for once?
” He uses his foot to kick open my legs before reaching down and stroking my soaked core.
A pleasure laced sob crawls up my throat.
“Let me be in control of this, let me be in control of your body. You can boss me around on the pitch all day, every day.” He leans in and kisses me, tongue tangling with mine before retreating and leaving me whimpering.
“Fuck, it makes me hard when you do, but in here, Jade? Here, you do what I want. Now, stop arguing, get on the fucking bed, and beg for it.”
“Excuse me?” My tone struggles for defiance, but as he prowls closer, I back up, easing onto the bed.