17. Fiona #2
My fingers trace the line of his jaw, feeling the tension he always seems to hold there.
“Cormac…” I whisper.
He leans forward to rest his forehead against mine, his eyes still searching my face for answers.
“You know what you did… It hurt me. But…” His voice falters for just a second, enough for me to see the cracks in his armor. “I also understand why. And that doesn’t make it okay, but I’m willing to try to move past it.”
I swallow hard, trying to keep my voice steady. “I’ll do whatever it takes. I’ll never keep anything from you again. I just… I just need a chance.”
Cormac studies me for a long moment, and I feel like he’s weighing every word I say against the world he’s built around him, the danger he carries in every decision.
Then, without warning, he kisses me again, slow and possessive this time, letting me feel his dominance but also the trust he’s tentatively offering me.
He licks along my lower lip in a silent plea, and I eagerly part them.
He tastes of chocolate and wine, and I moan into his mouth, my hips moving back and forth as I imagine his tongue stroking my pussy.
Only when the ache between my thighs is too much to bear do I break the kiss and reach for the ties of my bikini top.
Cormac stills, his hands resting on my hips as his eyes roam over every inch of my exposed skin.
The ties come loose, and I slowly peel my top away to reveal my breasts.
Cormac’s throat bobs as his eyes linger on my nipples, already peaked and aching for his touch. But he holds back a little longer, testing not just his restraint but mine too.
“Touch me,” I breathe.
A shiver runs down my spine as his calloused hands roam up my waist to cup my breasts. His thumbs circle my nipples so slowly that I let out a groan of frustration.
His thumbs are so soft, so slow. “Let me take my time.”
“Can you take your time at a later date? Because right now, I feel like I might die,” I say through gritted teeth.
Cormac chuckles under his breath, which only makes the ache worse.
That sound. It’s like a drug.
I squirm in his lap, but it doesn’t help when I feel the tip of his cock brush against my stomach.
My head falls back on my shoulders as I let out a moan and my inner walls clench.
“The panties need to go too,” he grunts, and I swallow a laugh.
“Now who’s impatient?”
“Do you really want me to waste time answering that, or do you want me to get you off?”
That shuts me up.
I tug at the strings of my bikini bottoms and remove the final obstacle between our skin, tossing my panties over the side of the hot tub.
Cormac’s eyes darken as I gently roll my hips so that his cock brushes against me. “Fuck, that’s my girl.”
“Touch me.”
Cormac snakes a hand around my waist and pulls me against him, his mouth finding my nipple as his free hand dips between my thighs.
My hands find his shoulders to steady myself as he slowly massages my pussy.
I move with him, letting my hips roll as I grind against his hand.
“Cormac!” I gasp as his teeth graze my nipple at the same time he sinks a finger inside me.
“Yes, Fiona? Did you want something?” he teases, looking up at me through his dark lashes.
I grit my teeth, trying to hold back my moans as he pumps his finger inside me.
My skin is coated in sweat from the blistering temperature of the water, and straddling a naked Cormac isn’t helping.
I sink my nails into his shoulders as I arch against him in a silent plea, which only has him chuckling as he continues to slowly slide his finger in and out of my pussy, as if I’m not currently fighting for my life.
“Don’t worry, it will be worth the wait.” Cormac sinks another finger inside me.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan, burying my face in his neck.
His skin is slick with moisture, from sweat or the water I can’t tell, but it feels so good against my own.
“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to touch you,” he grunts in my ear as his thumb starts to circle my clit. “Seeing you naked has been my own personal form of torture.”
I grind against his hand. “Then why didn’t you?”
“Because…” Cormac trails his free hand up my waist to gently tug my hair, pulling my head back so that he can rest his forehead against mine. “You make me lose my mind, Fiona Callahan.”
“I could say the same about you, Cormac Sullivan.” I sigh before kissing him deeply.
We don’t break apart. Even when I finally climax, Cormac doesn’t break the kiss. He holds my shaking body against him as his fingers work me through my pleasure, leaving me covered in sweat and gasping for breath.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs against my lips as he brushes the hair from my face. “Do you want to stay here or go inside?”
I slowly lift my hips and reach between us to wrap my hands around his cock.
“Does that answer your question?”
Cormac groans as I gently squeeze him. “Fuck. Don’t tease me.”
“I need you too badly to do that.” I guide myself down onto his cock.
Cormac’s eyes darken as he fills me, and I find I can’t look away.
I know any second he’s going to snap and let that feral side of him take over that has him needing to claim me. The tendons in his neck strain against his skin as he moves his hands to my hips, gently guiding me to take another inch and then another until our bodies are fully joined.
For a moment, we simply stare at one another, our chests heaving and droplets of sweat sliding down our skin.
Then Cormac’s nails dig into my hips, and I know he can’t hold on a second longer.
“Ride my cock, baby.”
My eyes flutter closed as I lift myself up.
Suddenly, Cormac grabs my chin and forces me to look at him. “Eyes on me.”
He keeps hold of my chin, his mouth barely an inch from mine.
I stare into his bottomless brown eyes, noting the specks of gold, as I sink back down onto his cock.
He grunts as I roll my hips before lifting myself off once more.
I keep the pace slow, wanting to savor the way Cormac’s eyes flash with need every time I lower myself onto his cock, how he hisses through his teeth as I circle my hips one way and then another, moaning at how good it feels.
“Fuck, this is torture,” he grunts, and I laugh.
“But it feels so good.”
“I can tell, from the way your pussy is gripping my cock, baby.” Cormac kneads my breasts with his calloused hands as I continue to slowly bounce up and down.
I sink my fingers into his hair and bring his mouth to my nipple, holding him against me as I quicken my pace. “So fucking good.”
I cry out as Cormac grazes his teeth over the sensitive bud, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.
My hips buck, and Cormac thrusts his own to meet me, forcing his cock even deeper inside me.
I claw at his back. “More.”
Cormac wraps a hand around my waist to hold me steady as he thrusts his hips upwards, making my breath catch in my throat.
“Like that?” he murmurs.
I can barely nod.
With each thrust, his cock brushes against my inner walls, leaving my thighs trembling.
I bury my face in his neck to try and muffle my cries, but Cormac won’t allow it.
He wraps my hair around his wrist and pulls.
He holds my head in place. “I want to watch you come. So, you better come for me, Fi.”
I claw at his skin, barely able to breathe as I fight to hold on a second longer. I never want this feeling to end. I want to ride the edge of my pleasure with Cormac for the rest of my life.
His breath tickles my cheek, his chest heaving as he reaches the edge, but I can’t fight it any longer.
I let myself go, crying out his name as I climax.
A guttural sound builds in Cormac’s throat, and I watch in awe as he comes, his body tensing beneath me, every muscle flexing with each thrust as he spills into me.
It seems like a lifetime before we finally come down, both of us panting as we try to catch our breath.
Even when Cormac slides himself free, I don’t move from his lap. I keep my arms wrapped around his shoulders, and my face buried in his neck, needing to keep him close for a little longer.
Cormac’s hand gently strokes my hair, and my eyes flutter closed as I listen to the sound of his breathing start to even out.
“We’ll figure this out,” he murmurs against my hair. “One step at a time.”