Chapter 15 #3
I wanted him something fierce. My whole body thrummed with desire, quivering and needy.
“Let’s rinse you off.” He angled me once more so that one of the many sprays could sluice my sex clean. His hands helped with that, brushing over my pussy, teasing apart my lips. When he dipped his finger, my breath caught and my hips arched.
“That’s it. Ride my finger,” he murmured as he dipped his head to latch onto a nipple once more.
I moaned at the dual sensation. Aroused beyond belief. And close to peaking.
“If you don’t get inside me, I’m going to come without you,” I warned.
“Don’t you dare. I want to feel your orgasm on my cock,” he growled as he spanned my waist with his hands and hoisted me, high enough I could loop my legs around his waist. And before you thought I had experience doing it like this, I didn’t.
No guy ever had the strength to hold me up for sex.
I’d always thought that was something reserved for movies.
But Cillian had no difficulty keeping me aloft. His hands firmly and easily kept me in place. My fingers dug into his shoulders as the tip of him teased the entrance to my cunt. I sucked in a breath when he started to push in.
He went slow.
Stretching me with his girth.
Filling me with his length.
And when he was fully seated, he kissed me and whispered, “Now you can come.”
I almost did at his command. I certainly quivered, and then gasped as he pulled out and slammed back in.
Oh yes. I tightened around him holding him deep, fighting with my pussy muscles to keep him sheathed. He retreated and thrust. Seesawed in and out. Stroked my pleasure. Spun my desire. And when I felt myself clenching in climax, I could either scream or bite.
I chomped his shoulder as my orgasm rolled through me. Clamped hard. Tight. Broke flesh. And he roared.
Roared as he joined me in coming, his hips jerking hard one last time to sink as deep as he could go.
I don’t know how long we stood locked together, breathing raggedly. It might have been nice to stay like that forever, but I didn’t want to wrinkle like a prune so I whispered, “Now that I’m clean, wanna fuck in your bed?”
He did—after he ate my pussy and made me cross-eyed with pleasure. But I got him back, giving him an epic blowjob that literally had his eyes rolling back. I’ll admit, knowing his age, and most likely experience, it was kind of gratifying.
After our third orgasm each, we snuggled, and it was so damned nice, I never wanted to move, but Cillian nudged me. “It’s after midnight.”
“More like three am,” I stated glancing at the bedside clock.
“Do you know what that means?”
“You turn into a pumpkin?”
His chuckle made me smile. “It’s Christmas.”
“Indeed, it is. Is this your way of asking for a present? I’m ready to go again.” I reached for his cock, but he rolled out of the bed.
“Not yet, naughty wench.”
Wench. So old fashioned and sexy. “Does the old man need time to recuperate?” I teased.
“I was going to ask if you wanted your present.”
“Yes!” I screeched only to have my lips turn down. “Fuck. Maybe not. I don’t have a gift for you.”
He dove on the bed and dragged me close. “I’d say you’ve given me the greatest thing any man could ask for.”
“My blowjob was pretty epic.”
His laughter emerged rich and deep. “I meant more that you’ve reminded me what it’s like to feel alive. Before I stumbled across you, I went through the motions. I worked. I ate. I slept. And then I saw you—”
“A middle-aged mess.”
“—and was struck by your determination to stand against evil. Your humor in the face of death. And I suddenly found myself interested.”
“So interested you ignored me for days,” I reminded.
“In my defense, my decision to save you took me by surprise. I’ve only ever made a handful of fledglings in my lifetime, and never someone that I’d been interested in for a lover.”
“Making me special.” I’d not meant to say that aloud, but his soft smile as he stroked my cheek reassured I’d not spoken out of turn.
“Very special. Now, enough with the sappiness. I want to give you your gift before dawn.”
“We still have a few hours.”
“We do, but I have a feeling you’ll want to spend time with this present before going to sleep.” He offered a mysterious smile that, along with his cryptic statement, roused my curiosity.
“Where is this gift?” I asked glancing around his bedroom decorated in navy blue, with gold trim and heavy dark wooden furniture. Very masculine like him.
“Downstairs under the tree.”
“When did you manage to do that?” Because I didn’t recall seeing a gift earlier and we’d been together since we got home.
“I didn’t. Gwen handled it for me.”
“Got something I can borrow so I’m not streaking naked down the hall?”
Cillian loaned me one of his robes, the fabric a navy-blue velour that had me snickering.
“What’s so funny?” he asked wearing a gray terry cloth version.
“Shouldn’t this be red?” I fingered the fabric.
“I swear movies have ruined vampire reputations,” he grumbled.
“And they certainly haven’t done you justice.” I’d seen the movie Nosferatu—three versions at this point—and that vampire certainly wouldn’t have me horny again already.
“Behave,” Cillian admonished as we left his room.
“I didn’t do anything.”
“You don’t have to.” He grabbed me and dragged me close for a torrid kiss. “Your mere existence makes me hungry.”
He almost got dragged back to bed for that statement. I’d never had a guy make me feel like I truly was the sexiest thing in the world.
Instead, we padded downstairs where the tree had been lit and a fire crackled in the fireplace. I paused on the bottom step, seeing two boxes set in front of the tall fir. Same size, but with different colored paper.
“Which one am I supposed to open?” I asked glancing at Cillian who frowned.
“The pink one. I don’t know who the blue one is for.”
“That would be from us, boss.” Gwen and Randy appeared, looking pleased with themselves.
“You didn’t,” Cillian said aiming the remark at Gwen.
Her lips curved. “And if I did?”
Cillian shook his head before glancing at me. “Seems like we both have a gift to open.”
I didn’t need to see the poked holes or to rip the paper free to know what hid inside mine. The smell and tiny meow gave it away. A good thing for those clues, since I couldn’t see for the tears brimming.
It took me only seconds to reach the prize inside the box. I hugged the tiny gray kitten to my chest and when I’d recovered enough noticed I wasn’t the only one holding a furball. Cillian had an orange feline the size of his hand sitting on his shoulder.
Randy chuckled. “That little bugger sure seems to like you.”
“And that’s why I had to get him,” Gwen added. “The boss was so torn choosing between the two that I contacted the shelter and told them we also wanted the brother.”
“Merry Christmas,” Randy added.
Merry Christmas, indeed.
I spent the time between then and dawn getting to know my kitten and discovered just how special a gift it was, since apparently Cillian used to have a no pet rule.
It turned out to be the best Christmas morning of my life.
And just so you know, Bloodnog—with a hint of ginger and a dash of elven plasma—is absolutely delicious.