Chapter 24 Ciaran #2
I take the nipple between my teeth, applying just enough pressure to toe the line between pleasure and pain, and she gasps, her hips lifting off the bed.
"Please," she breathes, and I can hear the need building in her voice already.
"Please what?" I switch to her other breast, giving it the same torturous attention. "Use your words, love."
"I need—" She cuts herself off with a moan as I suck hard at her nipple. "I need you."
"You have me." I continue my path downward, pressing kisses to her ribs, her stomach, the sharp jut of her hipbone. "But I'm not done playing with you yet."
I sit back on my heels, taking in the sight of her flushed and wanting beneath me. My shirt hangs open from where she started undressing me earlier, and I shrug it off slowly, watching her eyes track the movement.
"Touch your nipples," I command, my hands moving to the fastenings of my trousers. "Show me how you like to be touched when you're alone in this bed, thinking of me."
Her cheeks flush darker, but she obeys, her hands coming up to cup her breasts. She starts tentatively, just brushing her fingers over the peaks, but as I continue to undress with agonizing slowness, her movements become bolder.
"That's it," I praise, finally pushing my trousers down and kicking them aside. My cock springs free, hard and aching, and I wrap my hand around the base, giving myself one slow stroke. "Pinch them. I want to see you make yourself feel good."
She does as I ask, rolling her nipples between her fingers, and the sight makes my cock twitch in my hand. She's watching me too, her gaze fixed on where I'm touching myself, and the hunger in her eyes is almost enough to make me lose control.
But not yet. Not until she's begging for it.
"Do you want my cock, Brynn?" I ask, moving my hand up and down my length in slow, deliberate strokes. "Tell me how badly you want it."
"So badly," she gasps, her hips moving restlessly against the quilt. "Please, Ciaran, I need you inside me."
"I don't think you're ready yet." I lean forward, bracing one hand beside her head while the other continues to work my cock. "Your cunt is still too tight. You'll have to convince me."
The frustrated sound she makes is music to my ears. She increases the pressure on her nipples, rolling and pinching them until they're red and swollen, all while her eyes plead with me.
"Please," she whispers, and there's a broken quality to her voice that tells me she's close to where I want her. "I'm aching for you. I can't think about anything else."
"Show me." I release my cock and move my hand to her thigh, just barely brushing my fingers against her slick heat. As if I didn't just have my fingers buried in her, I growl, "Show me how wet you are for me."
She reaches down without hesitation, sliding her fingers through her folds, and when she brings them up, they're glistening with her arousal.
"Fuck," I growl, grabbing her wrist and bringing her fingers to my mouth. I suck them clean, tasting her sweetness, and the moan she makes at the sight nearly undoes me. "You taste so good, love. I could eat your cunt for hours."
"Next time," she pants, her free hand reaching for my cock. "Right now I need you to fuck me. Please, Ciaran. I'm so empty without you."
The desperation in her voice, the way she's trembling beneath me—she's exactly where I want her. Needy and desperate and completely mine.
I position myself at her entrance, just barely pressing the head of my cock inside, and we both groan at the contact. She's so hot and tight around me, her body trying to pull me deeper, but I force myself to go slow.
"Look at me," I command, sliding in another inch. "I want to see your face when I fill you up."
Her eyes lock with mine, pupils blown wide with desire, and I push forward until I'm buried to the hilt. The feeling of being completely surrounded by her warmth, her tightness, is almost overwhelming.
"Gods, you feel perfect," I groan, holding still to let her adjust. "Like you were made for my cock."
She rocks her hips experimentally, and the friction makes us both gasp.
"Move," she pleads, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Please, I need you to move."
I start with slow, deep thrusts, pulling almost all the way out before sinking back in, and she meets each movement with eager rolls of her hips. But it's not enough—not for either of us.
Without warning, I flip us over, pulling her on top of me so she's straddling my hips. The change in position drives me even deeper, and she cries out at the sensation.
"Show me how badly you want it. ," I growl, my hands gripping her hips. "Ride my cock like the desperate little thing you are."
She doesn't need further encouragement. She starts moving immediately, rising up until just the tip of my cock is inside her before slamming back down. The pace she sets is brutal, her thighs flexing as she takes what she needs from me.
"That's it, love," I praise, watching the way her breasts bounce with each movement. "Take what you need. Use me."
She leans forward, bracing her hands on my chest, and the new angle has her grinding against me with each downward stroke. I can feel her getting close, her movements becoming more erratic, her breathing ragged.
"Touch yourself." I grab her wrist, guiding her. "I want to feel you come on my cock."
She reaches down between us, her fingers finding her clit, and I can feel the moment she makes contact in the way her cunt clenches around me.
"Fuck, that's perfect," I groan, thrusting up to meet her movements. "You're going to come so hard for me, aren't you? Going to squeeze my cock until I can't think straight."
"Yes," she gasps, her fingers working frantically at her clit. "I'm so close, Ciaran. So fucking close."
"Come," I growl, my grip on her hips tightening as I drive up into her harder. "Come on my cock like the perfect girl you are."
She breaks with a scream, her body convulsing around me as waves of pleasure crash over her. The feeling of her cunt spasming around my cock, combined with the sight of her falling apart above me, pushes me right to the edge.
But I'm not done with her yet.
Before she can fully recover, I flip us again, driving her into the mattress as I take control. Her legs wrap around my waist automatically, and I set a punishing pace, fucking her through the aftershocks of her orgasm.
"Too much," she gasps, but her body betrays her words, her hips rising to meet each thrust.
"You can take it," I growl against her ear. "You can take everything I give you, can't you?"
She nods frantically, her nails raking down my back, and I know she's building toward another peak already. The thought of making her come again, of feeling her fall apart beneath me one more time, drives me harder.
"Tell me you love me," I demand, my thrusts becoming more erratic as my own release approaches. "Tell me while I'm filling you up."
"I love you," she sobs, her legs tightening around me. "I love you so much, Ciaran."
The words hit me like a physical blow, and my control finally snaps. I bury myself as deep as I can go and come with a roar, filling her with hot spurts of my release as my body shudders above hers.
We collapse together, both of us breathing hard, and I gather her close before rolling us onto our sides. She fits perfectly against me, her head tucked under my chin, her hair tickling my throat.
When I can finally form coherent thoughts again, I tilt her face up to mine and capture her lips in a slow, deep kiss. This one is different from the desperate hunger of before—it's tender, full of promise and love and all the things I can't quite put into words.
"I love you too," I murmur against her lips when we finally break apart. "More than I ever thought possible."
She smiles, soft and satisfied, and the sight of it makes my chest tight with emotion. Everything feels so perfect.
And for the first time in years, I actually believe it might be true.