Bronagh Chapter 10
I sat there stunned. Had I heard Cathal right?
Had he just confessed to over-the-top possessiveness, jealousy, along with what sounded like fear, and then said he loves me?
No, it wasn’t possible. I couldn’t have my dream man, my secret crush, in love with me.
My dry mouth had trouble forming the words, but I pushed them out.
“D-did you just say you love me?”
His frantic eyes never blinked as he breathed hard and held mine. Suddenly, his hands, which were still cupping my breasts, moved to my waist, and then his forehead dropped to press into mine.
“íosa Chíost, Jesus Christ, Bronagh, you’ve got me so twisted up, I can barely think straight.
Seeing you with him. Knowing you were his before you were mine has made me insane, but I do know one thing.
As crazy as it might sound, I’m falling in love with you, and it grows every damn day.
I want you to love me. I don’t want you to marry me only to save your family.
I don’t want you to give me only part of you.
I want your heart, body, and soul. I want to give you mine.
I’m sorry. Dia, I’m sorry that I acted like a fool.
And I’m sorry I attacked you in the back of the goddamn car like a raging animal. ”
Cathal eased back, and I knew he was about to sit back on his side of the backseat, but I didn’t want that.
My anger at him had been mixed with pain and desire.
His aggressiveness hadn’t scared me or turned me off.
Instead, it had made me so horny that my panties were soaked.
So when he sat back in his spot, I moved.
I unsnapped my seatbelt, and before he could say a word, I scrambled across the seat. I hiked up my long skirt to allow my legs to spread far enough apart to straddle his thighs.
“Bronagh, what’re you—” I cut off his words with my mouth.
Cathal didn’t object to me kissing him. In fact, he dove right into kissing me back with as much hunger. While our mouths mated, I found the buckle of his belt. I frantically pulled on it, unhooking it. He moaned.
I quickly loosened his belt, then undid his zipper. I slid my hand inside his pants and underwear to grip his hard cock. He was fully erect, and I felt his precum on my hand. Cathal’s hips bucked up when I stroked him. He tore his mouth free of mine. I whimpered.
“Mo ghrá, My love, stop,” he ordered, though weakly.
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want to take you in the backseat like a whore.”
“You aren’t. You’re giving me what I want, what I need, before I die. I’m so wet, Cathal. I need you, I need your cock buried deep inside of me. I need you to claim me, the right way. Make me yours, now,” I pleaded.
A deep growl came rumbling out of him. Then his hands were tugging up my top. I lifted my arms. He tossed it onto the seat and then shoved down the cups on my bra, so they rested underneath my breasts, pushing them up.
His mouth sucked hard on one nipple, then the next as he kneaded them with his big hands.
I cried out when he bit down, causing streaks of fire to race from my nipples to my clit, releasing more wetness.
Cathal worshipped my breasts for a couple of minutes before he let go with a pop. He was panting.
He lifted his ass, lifting me with him, and shoved down his pants and underwear, freeing his cock. I shoved my skirt out of the way so I could grip it and stroke. He groaned.
Then, he reached underneath my skirt, found my panties, and tore them free.
As I gasped, Cathal’s hands grabbed my ass and lifted me higher.
I knew what he wanted, so I guided his cock to my soaked opening.
As soon as he touched there, he yanked me down, impaling me onto his thick length.
One hard stroke, and he was planted to the root.
“Oh, my God!” I wailed.
“Foc, you’re so tight. So goddamn wet and hot. Ride my cock. Make those sweet tits bounce while you fuck yourself on my cock,” he demanded.
Hearing that made me wilder, and that’s exactly what I did.
I held onto his shoulders, and I slid up and down his length.
Cathal would thrust with his hips every time I descended, causing me to cry out and see stars.
He angled me so I felt him rubbing over my G-spot time and time again.
His hands and mouth kept playing with my breasts.
Sometimes, our mouths would meet in a short, desperate fury.
Then, Cathal slid a hand past my ass and teased where we were joined. I had no idea what he meant to do until a finger slid back to lightly rub over my asshole. I liked it when he did that. It made my nerves tingle in my pussy. This time, he asked a question.
“Have you had anything in your ass before?” His voice was hoarse.
I whimpered. “A finger, a long time ago.”
“Did you like it?”
“I don’t know. It was by accident, and then it was promptly removed.”
“And no one tried or asked after that?”
“No, God, Cathal, I’m close,” I whined.
“Say no and I won’t,” he said.
I didn’t say no. As I lifted, then started to slide down, I felt the tip pierce my asshole.
The pressure hurt, and it burned. I was about to tell him to remove it when his other hand rubbed a circle on my clit.
I cried out, and then I forgot about his finger in my ass until he began thrusting it in and out to the same rhythm as his cock was moving in my pussy, inching it deeper.
And both were topped with the random clit rub.
It only took a few times for me to start shaking.
“I-I’m gonna…” I panted.
“That’s it. Squeeze my cock. Come all over me,” he moaned.
On my next descent, I orgasmed. I screamed as I clenched around him, over and over, trying to drag his cum free. Cathal was able to thrust a few more times, then he froze and bellowed as his hips and cock jerked and his finger fucked my ass. I wailed as it tossed me into a second orgasm.
By the time I stopped coming and so had he, we were slumped together, panting loudly. And that was when I felt the car stop, and I recalled where we were and who was in the front seat.
“Oh, God, Cathal, Troi and Niall heard us,” I whispered frantically. Mortification heated my face.
“No, they didn’t. Well, sort of, but they didn’t exactly hear what was said, but they guessed what we did.” He wore a grin.
“Don’t you dare smile. Those poor guys have to be so embarrassed.”
“Poor my ass. They’re jealous. And they didn’t see anything.”
“What if they had?”
“Had what?”
“Seen us.”
“Then I’d blind them.”
“So you’re not into being an exhibitionist,” I teased.
He paused before answering me.
“I never cared if anyone saw me with a woman. But they weren’t you. I don’t want anyone seeing or touching you. I won’t share. Now, if you and I want to watch others, that’s a different story.”
“You like to watch?” I asked.
“I do.”
The thought of us watching others have sex made my pussy clench, dragging a groan from him.
“I see you like that idea. I’ll have to remember that,” he chuckled.
I was floating, saying nothing, when the ringing of a phone made me jump, which made his finger slip from my ass. I whimpered, but not in pain. He fumbled in his suit jacket, which he had unbuttoned yet still had on. He brought it to his ear.
“Yeah.”
“We’ve parked in your garage. We’re walking the hell back to our rooms. Damn, you know how to kill us,” I heard Troi mutter.
My man just chuckled and hung up.
“I’m going to have to hide from them forever,” I moaned.
“No, you’re not. They won’t say anything to you, and they won’t gossip.
And they sure as hell won’t think poorly of you.
What they will do is tell me I’m a lucky bastard.
Which don’t I fucking know it. Now, let’s get out of the car and our asses into the house.
We need a cleanup, and then I want to make love to you in our bed,” he purred.
I kissed him quickly, then murmured, “I love that plan.”