Chapter 7
SIENNA
I kept my eyes shut.
This night had been perfect so far.
I’d been overwhelmed at the club until I had spotted him.
It didn’t make sense—the brooding, blond-haired man’s scowl and hard gaze made him anything but approachable.
And yet, every time I glanced over from my seat at the bar, my stomach fluttered.
The other people in the club had given him a wide berth, but I’d grown up surrounded by Made Men and wasn’t about to be intimidated by a businessman.
An Irish businessman with smoldering eyes and a hot accent who had danced with me, almost fucked me in the bathroom, fed me pizza and pasta, and given me the best orgasm of my life.
And who was about to find out I was a virgin.
I’d thought all my time with my vibrator would help the situation down there, but Declan was way larger than my dildo and my nerves were going haywire.
He was barely inside me and I was clenching down on him like a vise, even though I wanted this.
My orgasm had only made me crave more, and I needed to feel him fully inside me like I needed air.
“Emma.”
His voice was surprisingly tender. I only wished he was saying my real name.
“Open your eyes.”
He ran his thumb along my jaw, gently coaxing me to obey. With a slow sigh, I pried open my eyelids. His brow immediately furrowed at the tears that trickled down my cheeks. He swore and pulled out, but before he could move away completely, I locked my legs around his hips.
“Don’t go.” My voice was sad and pathetic.
His eyes softened. He relaxed back onto me, giving me some of his weight as he covered my body. “I’m not leaving.”
His breath puffed against my neck while his cheek brushed mine, the tiniest bit of evening stubble rough against my skin. The stiffness bled from my body.
“You’ve never done this before.” It wasn’t a question, but I nodded all the same.
He smoothed my hair away from my face. Declan wasn’t very expressive, but the gentle way he touched me said more than his words could.
“Are you sure you want this?”
“Yes.”
He cocked an eyebrow at my hoarse whisper. I cleared my throat. “I want this.”
He watched me carefully. “I want to give you what you want, but not if it hurts you.”
My eyes welled with tears again. I never would have thought a random hookup could be this gentle…or show this type of care.
His nose nudged mine, a gentle request to continue. After I nodded, he pressed two fingers inside me and he kept his eyes glued to my face. I shifted my hips, trying to get back to that hot, needy feeling I’d had before.
When his thumb pressed against my clit, little sparks shot through my core. My eyes fluttered closed.
“That’s it. Just relax into the feeling. I’ve got you.”
A hard pinch on my nipple drew a cry from my chest.
“There we go.” He slipped a third finger in, and I arched my back. “All relaxed and soaked for me.” His lips skimmed the shell of my ear. “Just the right amount of pain.” He pinched my opposite nipple and I whimpered.
The pleasure built while his fingers curled inside me and he moved them in and out. That need was back, hot and heavy and demanding.
And then his fingers were gone, and I was achingly empty.
I cried out in protest and he gave each of my nipples a hard pinch, accompanied by a look of warning. The meaning was clear—he was in charge.
“Please,” I whispered. “Please, I need you.”
The head of his cock pressed against my entrance. I panted, my heart pounding so hard I was certain he could hear it. With torturous slowness, he pushed inside me. It was still a stretch, but I let out a slow breath through my nose to keep my body relaxed.
“That’s it. Can you take more for me?”
“Yes,” I gasped. The sensation, the intensity, bordered the edge of pain, but mixed in with the sharpness was pleasure, especially when his thumb returned to my clit with pulsing pressure.
“Are you in all the way?” I gasped.
“Not yet. Your tight little pussy is working so hard to take my thick cock, isn’t it? Such a good girl for me.”
He rocked his hips in and out, his movements slow and measured. I wanted to see him unleashed and falling apart the same way he’d made me shatter, but the careful way he touched me, constantly checking in to make sure I was okay, made my chest tight.
His rough hand ran down my thigh in a slow caress, settling behind my knee and pressing up. Heady moans spilled from my lips as he spread me wide, my hips tilting up and allowing him to get deeper. Electricity that shot through my body.
“Fuck,” Declan gasped. “Fuck.” His cheek was flush against mine, his heavy breaths skating across my skin. This was the closest I’d ever been to another human being, and the intensity of it was overwhelming.
“Are you okay? Does it hurt?” Tension lined his words, and my lips curved as I realized he was barely clinging to control.
The more he moved, the more my body adjusted to the feel of him. “I’m okay.” I rolled my hips to see what it would feel like. Each movement sent more sparks through me and it must have felt good for him too, because he let out a low curse and started moving with me.
“You feel like fucking velvet,” he groaned.
My vagina got a gold star. Yay. The pleasure I felt at the idea was so absurd I had to stop myself from bursting out laughing.
He shifted, rising up on his knees and palming my ass while he thrust inside me.
The angle hit a new spot that made my toes curl and I almost blacked out with the intensity.
I was right there. I just needed a little more—
Declan’s lips parted in ecstasy as he came.
He looked wrecked—eyes glassy, lips parted, chest heaving with rapid breaths.
He collapsed on top of me, his cock still inside.
The pressure and his expanse of bare skin just pushed my arousal higher.
I loved seeing him wrecked because of me, but that didn’t erase the growing outrage twisting through me.
He ran his fingers through my hair, angling to kiss me, but I turned my face away. His brow furrowed. “What’s the matter?”
“I didn’t come.” I didn’t mean for it to sound so accusatory, but grumpiness drenched my tone.
His confusion turned to a snort. He quickly buried his face in the crook of my neck, but he couldn’t hide the way his chest shook with laughter.
I tried to shove him off and let out a frustrated groan when he didn’t budge. “What are you made out of? Mercury?”
“What?”
“It’s an extremely dense substance. Like you.”
He propped himself up on his elbows, and his smile took my breath away. “Dense enough to make you come twice.”
I scowled. “Yeah, but then you worked me up and left me hanging.”
He schooled his expression into something serious, but laughter danced in his ice-blue eyes. “My apologies. I will fix my grievous error.” He pressed a quick kiss to my lips before slowly pulling his cock from my pussy, leaving behind a low burn. I didn’t know what it said about me that I liked it.
I stretched out on the bed while he slipped into the bathroom. The tap ran briefly and then he was back, walking towards me with a cocky swagger. His dick was already half-hard again. Was it too soon to go again? Was I too sore? His smirk told me he knew exactly what I was thinking.
I tore my gaze away from his cock, my cheeks heating because apparently I was still capable of feeling shy after everything we’d done. He leaned over the side of the bed and cupped my jaw. The city lights outside bounced off his chest, highlighting his defined muscles, and I froze.
“Are these scars?” My fingers skated across the silvery marks on his skin. Some lay flat but others were raised, giving his skin a texture I’d vaguely noticed when he was on top of me but had been too distracted to really take in.
His jaw clenched and lifted his chin with a jerk. “Motorcycle accident several years ago.”
I shuddered. I couldn’t imagine the pain of experiencing road rash like that. “I’m sorry. That must have been horrible. Do you still ride?”
His eyes took on a far-away look, like he was being visited by unwelcome old memories. “No.”
I brushed my thumb across a scar on his pec, my heart twisting with how stiff he became. I tugged on his bicep, inviting him to get closer. He hesitated, but then he lowered himself onto the mattress.
I climbed on top of him, determined to kiss all of his scars.
His eyes closed with a shudder. I didn’t understand the intensity of the emotions in my chest, the urgency I felt to soothe this man.
The air between us shifted, the quiet intimacy too much for a casual hookup between strangers.
And yet I didn’t want to stop. His hands were gentle, brushing my hair back from my face, trailing down my arms and back while I kissed every last one of his scars.
His erect cock strained against me as I kissed the scar on his hip.
I couldn’t resist pressing a quick kiss to the tip.
A growl rumbled through him and he pulled me back up his body, wrapped his arms around me.
His hold was so tight it strained my breath, but I didn’t care. I wanted to disappear inside him.
I had no idea how long we lay there, our slow breaths the only sound. Tangled up with Declan, I felt fully present in the moment.
“Have you forgiven me, then?” His voice was rough and low.
The aching burn in my core had subsided a bit, but I had still been robbed of that orgasm. I nipped his neck. “No. I just called a temporary truce.”
His hands ran a steady path up and down my spine. “Sounds like I still have to earn forgiveness.”
I propped myself up on his chest. “Sounds like you do.”
His grin was wolfish as he flipped me onto my back and started repenting.