Chapter 20
After settling Niamh in with the girls, I headed for Ronan’s.
Two difficult conversations in the span of one night was going to be rough.
I could only hope it went as well with Ronan as it had with Ella.
He opened the door as soon as I pulled in, looking delectable in black trousers and a black shirt, so he must have had a bar shift somewhere that day.
He leaned against the doorframe watching me as I tried to gracefully hop out of the car.
“Well Róisín,” he smiled with icy detachment, his head cocked to the side and eyes trailing up my yoga pants and crop top before turning his back and walking down the hall.
I closed the door after me and followed him into the kitchen, where I found him leaning against the kitchen island.
He had his arms crossed and just watched me as I paused by the door and shuffled awkwardly, not sure if I should sit or stay standing in the middle of the floor. He sighed and pulled out a high stool.
“Sit down,” he offered, before walking around the island to turn the kettle on.
“How’re you?” I asked in a squeaky voice that sounded nothing like me.
“Grand,” he answered with his back still to me, not asking me anything. I shifted a bit on my seat as I tried to figure out what the fuck I was supposed to say now.
“Amm, look maybe I should go actually,” I stuttered out as I moved to get up. He turned at that, watching me intently with those dark green eyes.
“Why? Wasn’t there a reason you wanted to come over?”
“Well yeah, but maybe this was a bad idea...” I trailed off as he kept watching me, his face completely unreadable.
“Why don’t you tell me what you came for and I can tell you if it was a bad idea or not?
” He pushed off the counter and walked around the island toward me, standing in front of my stool.
“It could be any number of reasons, so I’m just guessing at this point,” he continued.
“Was it to enact those messages from before Easter? All those things you wanted me to do to you?”
He placed his hands on the counter behind me, trapping me in a cage of his arms. His expression was deadly serious, and my heart was thumping at the thrill of his words, but also apprehension at that missing glint I was used to seeing in his eyes when he was teasing me.
“Or was it to tell me who’s taking you on dates and swallowing your tongue in pubs? ”
He leaned even closer as he said it, running his nose gently from my chin to my temple, and I shivered at the sensation and the delicious woodsy scent of him.
“Can it be both?” I breathed, and he paused with his face tilted into my hair, his shoulders tensed, and I instantly realised I had said the wrong thing.
.. even if I’d meant it. The thought of living out all our dirty messages sounded exactly like what I wanted right now, but I owed him a proper explanation.
I pulled back to look at him, and he unclenched his jaw and leaned back with an open expression.
I seriously envied his control over his facial expressions.
“Connor is an ex of mine from a long time ago. He decided he wanted to win me back a few months back. We’ve had a bit of a thing going, but it’s nothing serious; I don’t want that with anyone.”
“Including me.” he stated, and I shrugged.
“I just don’t want a relationship Ronan, you know how I feel about you. Last weekend doesn’t change any of that.”
He watched me for a minute before he broke into a breathtaking smile, but I couldn’t help noticing it didn’t reach his eyes. He leaned down to cup my face in his hand.
“No, it doesn’t. A sliver of you is better than none of you Róisín.
” And he pressed the softest kiss to my lips which I instantly melted into.
It took seconds before the sweetness shifted into something else and need coursed through me.
He kissed me like he was using my mouth for oxygen, and I clung to his shoulders.
If I ever wanted a relationship, I thought it was possible Ronan would be the man to make me never look back.
With each brush of his lips, the shadow of Connor dissipated.
He yanked me roughly from the chair and I gasped in surprise as he walked me backward toward the kitchen table, his lips still bruising mine as we went.
I was disoriented and confused, but by the claiming thrust of his tongue in my mouth I got the sense I was going to like it.
As my hips hit the kitchen table, he pulled away from me and stared down at my heaving chest, battling for breath just from his kisses.
He pulled his eyes back up to mine before he leaned in again and growled against my lips, “Take off your pants.”
There was no teasing glint; he looked as serious as I’d ever seen him.
“W-what?” I stuttered, not sure why we weren’t heading for the bedroom.
“I said, drop your pants sweetheart. So I can show you what I’ve been thinking about doing to you for weeks now.”
There was a smirk on his lips as he said it.
I gulped as I complied, extremely self-conscious when he took a step back to track my every movement as I awkwardly pulled my pants off.
When they were halfway down he grunted, “The thong too, Róisín,” and a shiver rushed down my back.
The second I stepped out of my pants and underwear; I shyly lifted my gaze to his.
His eyes normally reminded me of a lush forest. But not now; the churning in his gaze was like a storm in an electric sea.
The second I met his gaze; he darted forward and grasped my hair around his fist. I yelped in surprise and at the small bite of pain.
“Let me give you a taste of what being mine could feel like, Róisín,” he purred into my ear as his right hand held my head in place by my auburn waves.
I was frozen, so turned on and in shock I was too breathless to reply.
I could feel his smile against my ear, as he watched the dramatic rise and fall of my chest before he suddenly spun me around, so I was facing the table.
His big hand landed in the middle of my back before he forcefully pushed me onto the tabletop, so I was completely bent over it. I gasped again and he chuckled.
“What was the record we were trying to break again sweetheart? Three, wasn’t it?”
I nodded, just as a shameful moan came roaring out of me when he suddenly cupped my opening. His finger drawing circles on my clit as I bucked against him.
“Oh Róisín, it looks like this won’t last very long at all. You’re so wet for me already it’s dripping down your leg.”
I was bright red everywhere at his filthy mouth, but it was such a turn on I was shedding every one of my inhibitions as he turned me into his plaything.
“I wonder if we’re breaking records, how fast I can have you gushing too?
” he chuckled darkly. And despite the electricity he was causing to spark all over my body, I was starting to think this was less about acting out our fantasies from those messages, and more about Ronan showing me who had the power here.
I might have been holding parts of myself back from him, but when it came to our bodies, he owned every part of me.
And he was making me accept just how much I enjoyed that fact.
Before I could say anything in response, he suddenly dropped to his knees and started thrusting his tongue inside me from behind, as his hands lifted my hips to give him better access.
I was on my tip toes, still leaned over the table when my knees started to shake.
He licked me up to my clit and added two fingers inside me as the electricity started to spread.
The backs of my knees were tingling as I struggled to stop the shaking, and I rose further on my toes to lean away from the torturous pleasure he was imparting on me.
I was so close it was causing me physical pain, and just when I couldn’t take it anymore, he added a third finger and I screamed as I clenched him inside me.
Gasping his name again and again, he didn’t let up until he had wrung every drop of pleasure from me.
As I lay panting across the table, he suddenly stood behind me and kicked my legs apart.
“That was one Róisín, now be a good girl and come all over my cock this time,” he whispered into my ear, just as he thrust hard inside me.
My nails scrambled for purchase on the table at the sensation of his thick, long length hitting me deep.
I was still weak from the pleasure he’d already wrung from me and hadn’t properly come down from the high, before he was driving me higher again.
His pace was punishing and unrelenting as he slammed into me forcefully, like he was trying to brand the feel of him inside me on my mind forever.
He needn’t have worried, I’d never forget how exquisite this felt.
I could feel the orgasm building again and started to whimper Ronan's name, he growled from behind me as he grabbed my hair in his fist again and lifted my head from the table as he yanked my head back.
I found myself staring at my own reflection in the glass sliding doors, my face was pink and coated in sweat and my eyes nearly rolled to the back of my head.
“Now this time, I want you to see how pretty you look when you come all over my cock sweetheart,” he growled out and rammed into me again and I came apart.
He moaned at the feeling and quickened his pace, until he roared out my name with a final few thrusts inside me.
He collapsed across my back, and the feeling of his hard, strong chest panting on top of me reminded me Ronan wasn’t the only one with power when it came to sex.
I felt pretty powerful as he quivered on top of me.
That night Ronan made good on everything he’d described doing to me in those text messages…
and he broke the record to four in a row, not three.
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