Chapter Thirteen #2
“I chose this marriage,” I said firmly, “to save my family.” I didn’t want him to think I’d actually chosen him.
“That’s good, Aislinn. I’m going to enjoy tonight.
” He leaned forward without warning and sucked my nipple into his mouth while gripping my hips with his big hands.
“And I know you’re going to enjoy it just as much.
” The throb between my legs at the feel of his hot mouth on my breast made a moan slip out, much to my dismay.
Lorcan rumbled his approval against my chest as he worked my nipple, which hardened to a shocking degree under his skilled tongue, and his hand kneaded my other breast. His stubble occasionally scratched over my nipple, and it was an arousing contrast to the soft strokes of his tongue.
He took his time with each breast, licking and sucking as if he were devouring a delicious treat, until my fingers clung to his broad shoulders, my legs rubbery, and my core pulsing with need.
His eyes were locked on mine, recording every reaction to his touch.
If I’d ever imagined a wedding night with someone like Lorcan, I’d never have considered I’d feel this fire in my core, not even close.
Revulsion, fear and contempt, those might have been sensations I’d prepared for, but not the rapid way my sensitive flesh filled with blood and the damp sensation between my legs.
I never knew someone’s hands and mouth on my breasts could bring me close to release, but Lorcan knew exactly how to play my nipples for maximum pleasure.
Lorcan held power over my body, and I was too drunk on the sensation to fight him.
He stood suddenly, towering over me in all his terrifying glory.
He cupped my throat, tilted my head up so I met his gaze before his mouth descended on mine and his tongue took me captive.
His stubble scratched my chin and lips, and it thrilled me even more.
I breathed heavily through my nose as I submitted to Lorcan’s kiss.
His hold on my throat only added to my arousal. There was nothing romantic about this.
Lorcan dropped his hand from my throat, grabbed me by the hips, lifted me off the ground and threw me down on the bed.
The impact squeezed the air from my lungs or else I would have cried out in surprise.
He climbed on top of me, kissed me roughly before his mouth snatched up my nipple for a sharp suck.
Slowly he worked more of my breast into his mouth, sucking and licking.
His dark eyes never left my face. His hand kneaded my other breast, squeezing my nipple between forefinger and thumb, tugging and twisting.
This wasn’t the unpracticed fumbling of Patrick that had my mind wandering to more entertaining places.
Lorcan kept my body and mind captive with his demanding touch, and my body responded with a flood of arousal that completely stunned me.
Lorcan wandered lower and gripped my panties between his teeth, flashing them at me like a rabid dog before tugging viciously.
The sheer fabric ripped and he spit it out, his mouth twisting with a hungry snarl.
He lowered his head, shoved my legs even wider apart, and licked my slit from my opening up to my clit.
I cried out in complete surprise and utter pleasure.
His eyes were hooded as he regarded my pussy like a detectable treat.
He licked me in the same manner again, firmly caressing my sensitive flesh.
He didn’t pause. He ravaged my pussy in an animalistic way that had me speechless except for the stunned moans and overwhelmed gasps bursting from my lips.
I was his meal, meant to be savored. And he did.
He shoved my legs up so my knees almost touched my shoulders, exposing me even more.
Embarrassment washed over me at my exposed state, but Lorcan’s controlling touch and tongue didn’t leave room for such notions.
He licked from my ass crack up to my clit, completely shocking and utterly intoxicating.
Then, he closed his mouth over my opening and began to fuck me with his tongue while his thumb played with my clit.
I hardly had time to process what was happening, to catch even the briefest clear thought. Arousal trickled out of me, and my leg muscles cramped as my core constricted .
I came with a harsh cry, my thigh muscles quivering under Lorcan’s firm fingers holding them in place.
My left leg lowered itself onto Lorcan’s muscular shoulder.
My core pulsated around Lorcan’s tongue in a way I’d never experienced.
Lorcan growled, making me think I actually was with a beast. He kept thrusting his tongue into me but at a slower pace that prolonged my orgasm until I could feel my pleasure building again.
His movements became almost playful, gentle as he traced me with his tongue.
He pulled back and watched my pussy with satisfaction. I could feel more of my arousal trickle out of me and down my ass cheeks, soaking the blanket beneath.
I was torn between embarrassment and wonder at how aroused I was.
I didn’t know my body could react like that.
When Patrick and I fooled around, I’d thought I’d come on occasion, especially when I recalled nice fantasies in my mind, but in hindsight, I realized it had been nothing.
I’d always been dry and convinced I’d need lubricant if we ever had actual sex.
But Lorcan got me wet. Boy, did he get me wet.
Lorcan lowered his head again and closed his mouth over my inner folds, sucking them gently between his lips.
Stars danced before my eyes from the sensation.
A new flood of my lust trickled out, and Lorcan’s tongue quickly dove in to gather it up.
“You taste delicious, Aislinn. You’ll soon be as addicted to my licking as I already am to your taste. ”
I didn’t doubt it. Lorcan’s experienced, soft tongue was addicting.
He accentuated the words with a few long licks between my folds, which had me shuddering in pleasure.
Lorcan’s tongue felt magical. My entire body tingled, and every nerve ending between my legs was shooting fireworks.
Lorcan smirked as he pulled away, admiring my clit.
It was engorged and glistening with my juices.
Lorcan cupped it and began to suckle. I gripped his hair, almost delirious with lust. I watched him, equally embarrassed and fascinated.
He smiled around my clit, gently rubbing it between his wet lips.
I exhaled, feeling another release build.
My clit began pulsating and then another wave of pleasure crashed over me, eliciting a new flood of my arousal.
Lorcan pushed up on his knees, still holding one of my legs up so I was parted wide.
He placed his middle finger inside his mouth with a smirk then brought it down to my pussy.
He pushed it into my opening in one quick thrust. The sensation was much different than his tongue, firmer, colder but not uncomfortable.
His eyes pinned me to the bed as he added a second finger.
My core clamped around him, enjoying the sensation.
“Look,” Lorcan ordered and I cast my gaze down to his glistening fingers sliding into my pussy.
His little finger and pointer finger stroked my sensitive flesh as he fucked me with his middle fingers.
He picked up speed, going deeper, the heel of his hand occasionally slapping against my clit for a lightning bolt of pleasure.
“Did good ol’ Patrick ever finger you like that, sweet Aislinn?”
My eyes widened in alarm, my body tensing at once, which made my muscles clamp around Lorcan’s fingers and increased my pleasure even more.
“How?” I choked out.
Lorcan grinned and bent down to mouth my clit, making me lose focus for an instant.
“How do you know about Patrick?”
Lorcan raised his head, his chin shining with my arousal. “I’m a resourceful man.”
He teased me with only the tip of his tongue, a featherlight touch, and his fingers slowed as well but seemed to go even deeper, reaching for a spot that made me choke on a moan.
I tried to understand how he could have spied on me. Gulliver didn’t know about my ex-boyfriend … unless Mum had mentioned him on one of their few phone calls, which seemed highly unlikely.
“I hear he never got to put anything inside you, sweet Aislinn. Not his dirty fingers, nor his tiny, cheating cock.”
Panic gripped me at his knowledge. “What did you do?”
I tried to push myself up but he lowered his head, pressing his shoulders against the back of my thighs as he suckled my clit between his lips. His fingers sped up once more.
“Lorcan!” It was meant as a demand for an explanation but came out more like a desperate plea for more.
While his fingers impaled me in a rapid-fire way, my head spun as his tongue circled my clit.
“Lorcan, tell me,” I half-whimpered, completely at his mercy.
He ignored my plea and kept fingering me.
The sounds he made were dirty, animalistic, and made me feel like the sexiest woman on earth.
It was crazy, but being devoured by Lorcan like this almost felt like worship.
My body tensed up so tightly, I worried my legs would start cramping.
Instead, I came so hard, my back arched off the bed so only my shoulder blades and ass remained on the mattress.
My toes curled as. I cried out, unable to control the impulse, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure Lorcan’s tongue and fingers gave me.
It took a long time to come down from my high, to regain my ability to form coherent sentences. Lorcan remained between my legs, his stubbled cheek resting possessively against my inner thigh. He watched as he pulled out his fingers wet with my juices.
“What did you do?” I croaked.
“I had one of my father’s men chat with Patrick. He found the boy in bed with a broad from Limerick celebrating her hen night in Temple Bar.”
A cheater and making a soon-to-be-wife a cheater too.
“You didn’t kill him, right?”
That I even had to ask showed how surreal my life had become. Lorcan slowly entered me with three fingers, making me wince.
His eyes bored into mine. “Still in love with Patrick?”
“No,” I panted as my walls clung to Lorcan’s fingers. The sensation was intense and made it difficult to articulate my thoughts. “He’s a cheater. But that doesn’t mean I want him to get hurt.”
“I know many women who would love to see their cheating ex getting special treatment from one of my men.”
“Did you hurt him?” I growled.
Lorcan curled his fingers inside of me and sucked my clit. I dug my nails into his shoulder. “Stop distracting me.”
“Violence wasn’t necessary. Poor boy pissed his pants knowing a Devaney soldier was there.” He nudged my clit almost playfully with his tongue. “And I’m not distracting you. I’m preparing you to take my cock because I’m done waiting.”