Ciaran #2
Adeline taps her keyboard, submitting the quiz.
“Feel better now?” I ask.
She sighs, dropping her head onto her arms. “Yeah.”
A second later she slides out of bed, slams her door, and turns the lights off. We’re in complete darkness since our only source of light, her laptop, is now firmly shut.
I’m expecting her to turn on a lamp, but instead I feel her fingers carefully touch my face.
“Careful, princess.” I grab her waist, not wanting her to trip, but really also so I can tug her to my lap.
She straddles me, her lips finding mine. Her hands tease the hair at my nape of my neck, and I am a lost man. At least until her hands find my zipper.
Adeline has the audacity to laugh when I jerk back. “What?” she teases, her fingers dragging the zipper down. “I thought you liked being my study partner?”
A hiss leaves me when her hand curls around my thickening cock. It’s a dream come true, Adeline Marie on my lap, her hand on my cock, and all on her own accord.
“Your family,” I remind.
I feel her smile when she peppers me with kisses, her lips trailing from my cheeks to my mouth. “Ciaran O’Connell, are you telling me you aren’t a bad boy?”
“Adeline.”
“Does studying turn you on?” Her thumb finds the moisture leaking from the tip of my cock. “Or is somebody a teacher’s pet.”
Her hand firmly grips me, making my head fall back. “Adeline. . .”
She drops to her knees, dragging my pants down as best she can.
“No, you don’t have to.” I try to tug her back.
She swats me away, but I’m serious. Am I desperate? Yes. Do I want her mother to go back to thinking I’m a piece of shit? No.
I’d never thought I’d turn Adeline’s mouth away, but here we are.
My resolve is tested, though, when she speaks softly. “I want to suck your cock.”
“Princess.”
She slaps her hand over my mouth, still hating the nickname. When she removes her hand, her lips hover near mine. “I want to show my thanks. For how helpful you were the other day.”
“I didn’t do anything.”
“For how helpful you’ve been while I did my homework.”
My laugh grows. “I definitely did nothing to help you there.”
“Fine. Then I want to suck your cock just because. I know you need it and want it, and I think you really like it.”
She kisses my lips. “I’m really good at sucking you dry, aren’t I, baby?”
The nickname is new and questionable, but I like this side of Adeline. I always have. I’m slowly starting to see all the pieces of her. The introvert who reads at home. The princess who buys too much makeup. The study queen. And the confident woman who is Adeline.
She’s back on her knees, her hand wrapping around my cock. Her tongue licks down my shaft, my hips pushing up because I can’t help it.
“Be good for me,” she chides, in that husky voice.
“Adeline. . .”
“And be quiet,” she teases. “You wouldn’t want my family to hear you while your cock is getting sucked.”
She shouldn’t want that either, but her talk amuses me.
Her tongue flattens against my cock, licking from root to tip. Then her warm mouth encases me, and I become a begging man.
I was the first to take Adeline’s cunt, but she’s had practice with her mouth. It’s something that pisses me off, but when her mouth is around me, nothing else matters.
My hand digs into her hair, and her eyes meet mine. It’s subtle how she changes, but I feel the shift in her and her willingness to submit.
I thrust into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. She makes a noise.
“Be quiet,” I whisper. “Or your parents will walk in here and see their daughter taking her boyfriend’s cock. We wouldn’t want that, would we?”
Another little noise leaves her, her thighs rubbing together. Her cunt must be aching.
“Just like that, princess,” I praise. Spit gathers at the corners of her mouth, and I force myself down her throat, her nose pressing against my pelvis. “You know what to do,” I tell her, my spine stiffening.
She swallows everything like the good girl that she is. I release her hair, falling back onto the bed. Adeline doesn’t have to be ordered. She knows it’s her responsibility to clean me off with her tongue.
When she’s finished, she crawls up my body, her knees on either side of me as she hugs me.
Her head lies on my chest, but I feel her gaze.
“Get off me.” I lift up, dumping her body to the side. A tiny look of betrayal flits across her face. “I’m not letting you ruin my clothes.”
I strip the plaid pajama pants off her and cup her pussy through her underwear.
“You’re completely fucking soaked through. What were you going to do? Rub a wet patch all over me.”
Her hips jerk, trying to rub herself against my hand. I stand over her, watching, an amused smile on my lips as I let her do the work.
“Please,” she whispers. She knows we don’t have much time. The thirty minutes her sister advised us of is almost over.
“Why should I?” I ask, hovering over her. “Punishment for worrying me so much.”
She frowns. “Getting sick wasn’t my fault.”
“Barely texting me when you got better was.”
She grinds herself on my palm, trying to ride it. I retract my hand, and her mouth tumbles open, betrayed all over again.
“Ciaran!”
I place an arm across her waist, pinning her down.
“Don’t be mean!” she whines.
“Me?”
She struggles under my hold.
“Beg me, princess.”
“Ciaran. . .”
I want my mouth on her, but she’s messy, and we don’t have much time. There’s a squelching noise when I pull her underwear to the side and spear two fingers into her pussy. Her walls clamp around me, spurring me on. I scissor my fingers, kissing her quiet, while my thumb traces her clit.
She clenches around me, her body tightening. And that’s when her phone lights up in the pitch black room.
Lennie: I don’t know what the fuck you’re doing but dinner is ready.