Chapter 28
Niamh
When I open my eyes, I’m staring up into Cillian’s – piercing and blue. He drops a kiss on my lips and smiles.
‘Are you all right?’
I nod, my smile broad. I expect him to loosen the belt now, but he doesn’t. He lies down alongside me, still half-dressed. I shiver as he cups one breast with his hand.
‘You look more beautiful this morning than you ever have before,’ he says, looking up at me, checking I’m all right as he slides his hand down my body, leaving its warm weight splayed over my stomach for a moment before moving lower.
‘Cillian?’
‘Mmm?’
‘Don’t you want to—’ I stop when I can’t work out what words to use. ‘Aren’t you going to—’
‘There’s no rush.’
‘No, I suppose not,’ I say, gasping as his fingers reach my clit again. ‘I want to return the favour…’
He smiles down at me. ‘Not today. Your throat.’
‘It’s fine. And I want to.’ I pull at my restraints, frustrated that I can’t touch him. ‘Please, Cillian, I need to—’
‘You need to know what it feels like to have a man inside you, oh so slowly, stretching you out until he fills you completely. Then, when he starts to move, he makes you feel so good, so full and…’ I writhe beneath him, his words igniting something deep within me.
I pull harder at the restraints, desperate to touch him.
‘Please, Cillian. I’ve told you I want this. Why—?’
He shakes his head, and I wish I could read his mind.
‘Let me go,’ I say.
‘Why?’
‘Because I want to touch you.’
He frowns. ‘I suppose… But some of the things I want you to do—’
‘I might want to do them, too. If you don’t let me try, how will I know. Please, set me free.’
Reluctantly, he reaches for the belt and loosens the straps, freeing my wrists. I can see marks where the straps were tight and I pulled against them as he fucked me with his tongue and his fingers.
‘Sorry,’ he says, tracing them with the tip of one finger.
‘Are you?’
‘Not really,’ he grins. ‘I like seeing the marks I’ve left on you.’
I kiss my way down his chest, feeling his rock-hard abs, and lick his skin gently, hungrily. When I put my hands on his waistband, he covers them with his, stopping me.
‘I don’t want to hurt you,’ he says.
‘But I don’t mind if you do.’ I lean forward and bite down on his nipple. He gasps, then flips me onto my back, pinning me down with his body.
‘You need to be sure, Niamh.’
I roll my eyes. ‘I’m not saying it again, Cillian.’
He raises his eyebrows and looks pointedly at the belt.
Then he stands up and pulls off his trousers and boxers, taking something out of his pocket and placing it on the bedside table.
I can’t keep my gaze off his dick. It’s even bigger than I remember from last time, and for a moment, I doubt my decision.
Then, I reach out and wrap my hand around him. Cillian groans.
‘It’s so warm and thick.’
‘It is. And if you don’t stop doing that, I’m going to come before I get anywhere near doing what I want to do with you.’
I pull my hand back and smile up at him coyly. ‘We definitely don’t want that.’
‘After watching you take me in last time,’ he says, a little breathless, ‘the way the tears slid down your cheeks as I sank into your mouth, I thought about taking you all night. Imagined how you would feel, what noises you would make as your pussy stretched around me.’
‘Hmm.’
‘And now I get to find out if I was right.’
I’m surprised at the sense of wonder I see on his face, and I reach for him and draw him down over me. ‘Will it hurt?’
‘I don’t know. This is a first for me, too.
But I promise I’ll do my best not to hurt you.
I want you to enjoy it, I want you to want me to take you again and again and again.
And you will.’ He presses his cock against me with every repetition and I part my legs, letting him nestle more comfortably between my thighs.
I nod. ‘Okay.’ I place my hand against his tanned chest, the tattoo of Cernunnos dark against his skin, but still and silent. Then he rolls to the side and grips his cock with one hand.
‘Get me ready,’ he says. At first, I’m not sure what he means, but then I sit up and lean over him, knocking away his hand and replacing it with mine. He doesn’t need me to do this, he’s giving me time. Time that I don’t need.
I stroke up and down his shaft, smiling in satisfaction at his moans of pleasure.
He threads his fingers though my hair as I lean over him, preventing me from changing my mind.
Not that I’m going to. Tentatively, I lick the pre-cum from his tip, and when he groans, I lick around him, tracing the vein on the underside up and down before I cover him with my mouth and take him in.
He watches me in awe, and I wonder what I must look like, naked, and desperate to please him – in whatever way he chooses.
I angle him down my throat as deep as I can take him.
He groans, his fingers loosening in my hair and I smile around his cock, loving the fact that I can affect him so deeply.
But I want to do more, make him feel more.
Give him the same pleasure he gave me. I frantically circle him with my tongue, sucking him, pushing him towards his release.
I can hear his breath getting shorter as his orgasm builds, until suddenly he’s no longer there in my mouth and I whimper in disappointment.
He sits up, tipping me over on to my back as he reaches for a condom, unrolling the thin rubber over his thick, hard cock, his eyes never leaving mine.
My pussy clenches as I wonder how he’s going to fit inside me.
He’s stretched me with his fingers, but I know it’s not going to compare.
I expect him to lie on top of me, but he doesn’t. Instead, he sits back, stroking his cock, as he watches me sat here, transfixed.
‘Show me what you do when you think of me,’ he whispers.
I look at him in shock. I’ve never masturbated in front of anyone before, and I shiver. But it’s Cillian, the one man who’s shown that he’s attracted to me, and it’s enough to overcome my nerves.
I spread my legs and reach down, slowly parting my lips with my fingers and rubbing my clit.
I gasp, as I dip one finger inside myself, stroking back and forth, his gaze fixed on where it enters my body.
I’ve never felt so vulnerable but also so powerful.
I have a man – a god – transfixed on me, Niamh Whyte, and just the thought alone might send me over the edge.
And then he fists his cock, his own movements keeping pace with mine.
‘You can change your mind, you know?’ But I shake my head, the wetness that pools between my legs a sign that I’m more than ready.
I’m close, so close, my breath coming in shallow gasps, when he reaches out and pinches my nipple with his fingers as my body reaches a peak, my muscles clenching as my hips buck and writhe.
Smiling, he moves over me, pushing my hips apart with his and settling between my legs. ‘Wrap your legs around my back.’
His cock presses against my core, nudging at my entrance and he rubs over me, coating himself in my wetness. I take a deep breath; my insides clenching again at the thought of him sliding inside me, a mix of fear and anticipation.
His eyes meet mine, a darkness clouding his usually bright blue eyes and I try to smile.
‘I’ll be gentle,’ he promises me. ‘The first time, anyway.’ He notches his cock against my opening, and I feel him start to push.
‘Cillian, I can’t … I…’ But my words are too slow, and he’s already inside me. Only the tip, though. I have the horrible feeling that what feels huge to me right now, is in fact a tiny fraction of what’s to come. I tense at the unfamiliar sensation.
‘Stop,’ I choke out as the discomfort becomes too much.
He pulls back a little, watching me until I release the breath I’m holding.
He kisses me again, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing it with slow circles.
There are so many sensations flooding me as my body softens, and he resumes pushing just the tip of his cock in and out of my sensitive opening.
He’s slow, careful and as I relax, another orgasm starts to build until I can’t keep track of what I’m feeling anymore.
I know only that I want more, that my body wants something more.
That one orgasm wasn’t enough. How could it be?
I’m empty, and my body needs to be filled.
And not just by any man. By one man. Cillian.
‘Better?’ he asks, and when I nod, he pushes further, gently at first, but as my body softens for him, ready to be taken, he presses more insistently inside with a few shallow thrusts.
It hurts a little, but not as badly as the last time.
Again, he pulls back and I shift on the bed as he enters me again, and this time, he buries himself to the hilt.
I cry out as he thrusts harder and faster.
Each movement more forceful than the one before, my legs are wrapped tightly around him, every stoke stimulating my swollen clit.
We find our rhythm, and he fucks me with a wild desperation.
Until I can’t keep up anymore. My back bows as another orgasm sweeps through me, and I cling to him, his arms around me, as I let him fuck me without any restraint.
My body collapses onto the bed, unable to function any longer, my entire being narrowing to simply being his to use.
His pace quickens and his fingers move between us, returning to my clit.
It doesn’t take him long to make me come, and my orgasm must trigger his, as he throws his head back and, with an animalistic growl, spills inside me.
As our racing hearts slow, he reaches down, wiping a loose strand of hair from my face and kisses me as if it might be our last time.
Eventually his cock softens, and he slips out.
We lie side by side as we fight to catch our breath.
I’m sore, a delicious ache reminding me that I’m no longer a virgin.
It’s a good feeling, and I’m already excited about doing it again.
There’s a strange emptiness with him no longer inside me.
I reach for his hand, interlacing his fingers with mine and squeezing.
And nothing has ever felt better than him squeezing mine back.
I glance down at him and see a small streak of blood on the condom and feel instantly light-headed. It must show on my face because Cillian says, ‘You all right?’
I nod at him, my thoughts whirling as I try to get my head around the fact that my body has changed.
‘Yes, it was just…’
He reaches for me, pulling me in against his body. The bed is small and cramped but there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. Cillian disposes of the condom as I lie there utterly spent.
‘Was it … was it okay?’ I ask.
‘You were perfect, Gléigeal. Just perfect.’
‘Maybe you just liked the novelty of me being a virgin.’
‘I can’t say I hated it,’ he admits. ‘But…’
He takes my hand and presses it against his rapidly swelling cock. ‘I’m going to want you more than once. You’re going to be far from being a virgin by the time I’ve finished with you, Niamh.’
He kisses my hair, his fingers stroking my body. ‘From now on, you’ll never think of doing that with any man but me.’
I smile, the thought filling me with a bubbling sense of joy. ‘I never have.’ But a sense of uncertainty clouds my vision as I wonder what hope there is that this might last.
‘Are you sore?’
‘A little,’ I admit. ‘An ache rather than anything else. It was … perfect. And I’m glad it was you.’
His smile is smug until his expression falls.
‘You should hate me for what I did. Before. For the way I made you feel. Thinking that—’
‘For making me think that I was repellent to all other men? That I was doing something wrong. That I would never have anyone to hold me, or love me, or—’
He winces. ‘I wanted to be the only one,’ he says. ‘The only man to take you, to hold you, to love you.’
I sit up, emboldened perhaps by the change in me, and I lock my gaze with his.
‘Cillian. I’m giving you this one chance because I want you, too. But if you mess this up, I won’t give you another one.’
He looks momentarily astonished at how assertive I am being, before smiling.
‘Okay.’ He kisses my neck, sending tingles down my spine. ‘I promise to spend the rest of our lives making it up to you.’
‘Even if I’m stuck here forever?’
‘You won’t be. I’ll fix this. I promise.’
‘You can’t promise that.’
‘No.’ He strokes my hair.
‘You’re not going to stay for long, are you?’ I say, as he kisses me, his hand on the side of my face comforting me.
‘I can’t. I have to go back tomorrow. It’s too dangerous for now.’ He sighs. ‘But I’ll sort it out. Somehow. I just need some time.’
Staring into his eyes I can see the truth in his words and I’m even happier when he spends the next half an hour proving that this was not just a one-off.
And that my virginity was not the reason he wanted me.
As his body ploughs into mine, I know I’m no longer a needy, wanting mess.
Now I have him and he’s giving me exactly what I want without any more holding back.
‘Look at me,’ Cillian demands. And suddenly it’s easy. I can’t move, can’t get away. He’s giving me more pleasure than I ever thought possible, and it seems so simple. The only thing I have to do is look at him, so I lift my gaze to stare into his milky-blue eyes.
I expect this orgasm to hit me harder and faster, but instead it’s like a slow wave rolling over me.
I cry out, the way he moves inside me, slow and relentless, building my pleasure to a cresting peak.
Every heated promise he whispers fuels the fire building inside me and no matter how deep he is, how connected we are, I can’t seem to get enough.
His fingers circle my clit, again and again, until my back arches off the bed, bringing my breasts closer to his mouth, and he leans down and sucks as I fall apart.
Finally, he slams home, finding his release for a second time as he fills me once more.
‘Niamh,’ he whispers as he moves, letting me turn on my side. I’m facing away from him, a little raw and exposed, and he pulls me back against his hard body, wrapping an arm around me and holding me close.
‘Cillian…’ I murmur.
‘Shh. Just sleep,’ he whispers.