Chapter 18 #2
He grinned again and drew his tongue up my pussy, working my clit in sudden long strokes that made me lose all sense of myself.
I grasped his hair, pulling him against me, and he shortened his strokes to little flickers, so fast I felt my breath going to match.
He dipped a finger inside of me, then another, and then, when I was throbbing under him, begging him not to stop, he inserted a third.
That slight stretch was what sent me over the edge.
I came then, bucking under him, crying, “Seamus, Seamus, Seamus. Fuck, Seamus.”
It was a long breathless moment before I came crashing back to earth.
When I finally opened my eyes, panting, Seamus got up on his knees, looking slightly pained.
“I want to see you,” I said. He still hadn’t taken his jeans off—it wasn’t fair.
His expression shifted—he looked slightly uncomfortable. “We don’t have to—you don’t have to do anything,” he said.
I furrowed my brow. “I want to see you, Seamus.” I knew I sounded petulant, but I didn’t care. I got up on my elbows, then all the way to kneeling, flipping off my shirt so the only clothing I wore was my upside-down bra hanging around my ribs.
I snapped it at the back and when it fell to the floor, he closed his eyes, looking like he was cursing. “I just want to make you happy, Chels.”
Even as I was still soaring from the high of climaxing so hard; I halted at his words. He was looking at me now, his expression so serious, I knew he wasn’t just talking about physically.
He was too good, Seamus. Too pure. And what was I going to do with his genuineness? Was I going to go back to that person I’d been, not getting close, not opening up? Just fooling around for distraction?
Was I doing that now?
But Seamus shifted, his hands hesitating at his stomach, like he was debating with himself.
“Do you want to stop?” I whispered, suddenly struck by the thought he might be regretting this… that he might share some of my confusion.
I didn’t want him to stop. I couldn’t. I wanted to be with him, to make him feel good too.
Seamus shook his head. “No.” But he still didn’t move to undo his pants.
“Seamus, if you won’t show me, I’ll see for myself.”
Finally, he let me reach for his belt. I unbuckled it while he closed his eyes, tipping his face to the ceiling.
It was only after I made quick work of his button and zipper and had slid his pants down, leaving him in only his shorts, that I understood.
It wasn’t hesitation at doing this with me.
At least, that wasn’t all of it. It was… this.
The enormous bulge in his shorts.
I remembered how he’d felt so big in his office—I thought it had been because I was pressed up against him at a certain angle. But now, as I slowly pulled his elastic down, freeing his cock, my stomach jumped.
He was fucking huge. I didn’t know a man could look like this. My hands went shaky, both with nerves, but also… something like excitement.
He tipped his face back down. I could feel his eyes on me, but I couldn’t tear mine from his giant member.
“You thought you were going to scare me, Chelsea.”
“I’m not scared,” I whispered. That wasn’t totally true. I wasn’t scared off, was more accurate. I brought my hand to his shaft. It was warm and hard… and I could barely get my whole hand around it. My fingers didn’t actually meet.
“Jesus, Seamus.”
“Listen, we don’t have to—”
“No,” I said, a new heat coursing through me. I’d been with a few guys. Several, though not as many as my friends thought—many times I’d taken a man home with me only to make out a bit and then ask them to leave, suddenly exhausted by the whole charade.
But I’d never seen a cock like Seamus’s.
“No. I want it. I want to try it.”
Seamus’s eyes went almost glazed. “Careful what you wish for, Chels.”
“Stand up,” I said.
He got to his feet, and when I rose up on my knees, it was at the perfect height for me.
“Have women been scared of this?” I asked. I brought my other hand to him and drew my tongue against the tip.
“Yes,” he said, breathing hard now. “Almost always.”
I opened my mouth, taking him in as much as I could. I wasn’t even halfway down when he hit the back of my throat, making me gag in the most delicious way. That almost made me hot with jealousy. I took him in again, deeper now, my eyes watering.
“Fucking hell, Chelsea,” he groaned. Then, “Are you scared?”
“Yes,” I said, popping off him and licking my lips, my pussy clenching.
“But it just makes me want it more.” It did, too.
I liked the thrill—I wanted to feel myself filled with him.
I was suddenly desperate for him. I took him in my mouth again, feeling wetness gather between my legs as I bobbed my head up and down on his cock, his fat length slamming against the back of my throat over and over.
His shaft was slick now, and my hands slid along the rest of his length.
When I used one of my hands to grasp his balls, he cried out. “Chelsea,” he said. “Fuck, Chelsea, you have to stop.”
I came off of him, biting my lip coyly. “You sure?” I brought my hands to my pussy and began playing with my clit as I licked the tip of his cock once more.
“I’m going to come if you keep doing that. And I want to fuck you.”
I nodded. I wanted that too. More than anything. “I think I have a condom…” I said, trying to remember if I did, in my bag. It had been a while .
But Seamus shook his head.
Of course, it wouldn’t fit. My clit pulsed at that.
“I have some,” he said, but his eyes were on my hand, which was on my clit. He joined my hand with his, once again slipping three fingers inside me as I played with my clit.
I gasped. “See?” I said as he slid them in. “It’ll fit.”
Was that what he’d been doing the first time he slipped his third finger in? Seeing if I could take it? The thought nearly made me come.
“Okay,” he said gruffly. “I’m getting it.” But his hand kept working me.
I was so close now, my clit throbbing. He couldn’t stop. I wouldn’t let him. I shook my head. “I have an IUD,” I whispered, panting. “And I got tested after the hospital. Fresh start and all that.”
I moaned as Seamus curved his fingers against me.
“I’m good too,” he said, without interrupting his soft, plunging rhythm. “I have the results if you want…”
“No,” I managed. God, he was sweet.
Seamus looked down at where our hands were pleasuring me, and he licked his lips. “It’s been so long,” he said. “And you’re… you’re you, Chelsea. I’m sure I could come just by doing this.”
He hadn’t been able to fuck the last woman he was with, I realized. She got scared. Maybe there were lots like that. I felt more jealousy run through me at the thought of Seamus with these other women.
“No.” I grasped his cock possessively.
He closed his eyes briefly, then growled and flipped me over onto my back once more. He hovered over me now, his thickly muscled arms rigid on either side of me. I lifted my legs up and wrapped them around his waist. My heart, already going fast, beat hard now. But God, I was ready.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Fuck me with that fat cock, Seamus.”
He gritted his teeth and pressed the tip of himself to my entrance.
At first, it was just slick heat and pressure. Then he tilted his hips forward and his tip slid in. My opening burned as I stretched to accommodate him.
I sucked in a breath.
“I can stop.”
“Don’t fucking stop,” I said, feeling sweat gathering at my temples.
I was nervous. But I wanted him more. I brought my hands around to his ass and pulled him toward me.
I bit my cheek, savoring the way he stretched me.
I kept thinking I’d want to stop, but the deeper he went, the more my body responded.
I’d never felt anything like it—a delicious, consuming pain that brought with each sensation an equal dose of indescribable pleasure.
“You okay?” he whispered.
“Yes,” I gasped, without hesitation. “Yes, more.”
He sank in further and I moaned, hiding my wince so as not to scare him.
His brows slanted, and he grit his teeth. I knew how much he was holding back, how carefully he restrained his own need. He withdrew, then thrust back in again, this time deeper. His voice was husky when he spoke. “You’re doing so good, baby.”
A spike of pleasure rushed through me at his praise.
“So good,” he said again. He hesitated, his expression a question.
I kept my eyes on his and nodded.
He saw my trust in him. He knew I was okay.
He sank deeper, and this time, didn’t stop. “Oh Chelsea, yes…”
I cried his name through gritted teeth, arching my back and hips as he reached his hilt, his balls finally resting on my ass. For a moment we stayed like this, our eyes locked, the only sound our panting breaths and the crackle of the fire next to us.
I was taking him—all of him. And it felt fucking glorious.
He tried to pull out, but I clung tight to him, my legs in a knot around his back.
“Keep going!” I said, and he slid out, then slid back in again, filling me completely.
I was so wet he came out easy now, and he thrust back in, harder and harder each time.
As he upped the rhythm of his thrusts, I rocked against the sheepskin, the light slap of his balls hitting my ass making me clench on his length each time.
“More,” I cried, raising my hips to meet him, proudly taking all of him now. Demanding he give me everything.
“I’m not going to last,” he said. Sweat ran down his face, dripping onto my chest.
“Me neither,” I breathed.
He bent down and took a nipple in his mouth, biting down in a sharp, crisp clamp of delicious pain at the same time as he thrust into me.
I came, then. Hard and fast and bucking under him, screaming with pleasure so unheard of I felt myself almost blacking out with it.
He released at that moment, his hot seed shooting into me. He arched his back as he pumped me full. We were slick with it.
Then he collapsed onto me, breathing hard. He rolled onto his back, taking me with him so I was on top.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Chelsea,” was all he managed, his chest heaving.
I had no words at all.