Chapter 27
“What I’ve done?” I asked incredulously. “I’ve done nothing that both of us didn’t want.”
Ten seconds ago, he’d been so pale I half worried he was about to pass out. Now, any redder and his head might go up in flames.
His eyes swirled with darkness, and madness rolled within them.
Every step he took toward me was a looming threat, and each one snared me further into his game, whatever it was.
I backed into the wall of lockers, my face tipped up in a challenge.
His monstrous side didn’t scare me. In fact, he drew me in.
He gripped my scalp, hair locked between his fingers, and when I resisted, he tugged my head back.
I hissed under the sting that sent my pulse racing. I didn’t want cautious Cillian who overthought everything and always needed to be in control. I wanted the one who lost himself in desire.
“I’m trying to save you,” he snapped. The corded veins of his arm flexed. “Don’t you get that?”
“I don’t need you for that. I can take care of myself.”
“You believe that, don’t you?” he snarled, teeth bared, nostrils flared. “You have no idea what’s out there.”
“I know more than enough.” I wrapped my hand into his shirt. “And you know what else? I know I can get myself off better than you ever will.”
He lugged me closer by my hair, his body crowding mine. “Those are fighting words, sweetheart.”
I relished in the crackle of tension between us.
“If you don’t have what it takes to prove otherwise…”
A devilish smirk crept over his face, and a flutter of uneasiness bashed against my confidence, freezing me in place. His fingers coasted over the edges of my skirt, bunched under my butt.
“Tell me. Who did you wear this for?”
I swallowed the whimper that touch sparked. “Me.”
He sniggered and dragged his thumb over the seam of my exposed panties. Current zapped up my core.
“Try again.”
He eased his thumb past my soaking lips. My pussy sucked him in greedily. Slowly, he rocked it back and forth. Lewd, wet noises echoed between us. My breath skipped and shuddered out.
“Just me,” I insisted stubbornly.
“Keep testing me.”
His thumb released me and slipped up the cleft of my ass, dragging wetness to my back entrance.
My lips trembled with a gasp as he circled the tender flesh and pushed the lone digit against the rim.
No one had ever done this to me before. It was dirty and filthy, two things I always avoided, yet I didn’t even try to resist him.
“Who, síbhean?”
The tip of his thumb dipped past the tight ring of muscle, and my body arched to escape the pressing fullness, pain warring with pleasure, only to be blocked by his hard chest and insistent erection.
A whimper punched through my lungs. I bit down hard on the inside of my lower lip to bury it, embarrassed for liking this as much as I did.
His warm breath fanned my ear. “Come on. Say it.”
That damn finger worked me open. Leisurely. Teasingly. Owning a part of me no one had before.
“You,” I breathed out, lost to a fog of lust. The back of my head smacked the locker, and my eyes closed. “I wore it for you.”
“That’s my woman,” he purred.
His thumb slipped out of me, and his clothing rustled, followed by a muffled thump. Hands delved under my skirt and shoved it up to my waist, before he gripped my hips and ass hard enough to bruise. When I opened my eyes, he was on his knees before me like a supplicant before his queen.
His lips kissed my thighs, one after the other, and tingles heated a trail to my core.
He licked over my panties, and I choked back a cry.
Then his teeth clipped over my panty line and tugged the fabric down, lower and lower, until his nose caressed my mound and his warm breath puffed against my sensitive skin.
I moaned behind closed lips as I dug my hands through his hair.
“Look at me.”
I did, and he seared me in place as he dragged my panties farther down my legs with his mouth. My heart slammed against my ribs.
Foot by foot, he slipped the lingerie off, then pressed the lace to his nose and inhaled. His eyes rolled back, and my knees buckled.
“No other pussy compares.”
It was like a switch went off. One second, he was tossing the panties over his shoulder.
The next, it was my leg, then his mouth fell on me.
He licked me from slit to clit, his tongue curling and circling.
It flicked and stroked, dabbed and teased, before diving in to attack.
My clit pulsed under his assault, undeniable pleasure swelling in a tantalizing spread through my lower belly.
My body quivered, my leg barely keeping me up.
I gripped the top of the bank of lockers overhead, my fingers bending around the metal.
“I could eat yours all day.”
I buried my face against my arm to muffle my anguished moan as he sucked.
“Ride my face, síbhean.”
Those deep-sea blues never left my face, and the rapture in them made me finally let myself go. He didn’t just desire this—he needed it. He needed me.
The cavern in my chest swelled with something indecipherable and stoked me with a craving to make it grow.
I rolled my hips over him. The tang of my musk flared around us.
My wetness glistened over his lips and down his beard with every sway of my hips.
The sight made my pussy clench around his tongue, desperate for more of this, more of him.
“More,” I begged in a raspy voice I didn’t recognize.
His chuckle vibrated over my clit, and I whimpered. The lockers clanked as I pitched forward.
The instant two of his fingers sank into me, my orgasm bombarded through me, ripping its way up my body with the force of a lightning strike. My muscles clenched. My hands cramped and shook, while my legs gave out completely.
We tumbled to the ground together, me on top. I didn’t give him any respite. I sucked his tongue into my mouth, tasting myself on him and drinking down his excited growls. It was my turn to take back control.
Metal clinked under my fumbling fingers, still shaky from the aftershocks as I tore at his belt buckle. Next to go were his pants, before I pulled down the boxer briefs hiding his best asset. I’d never undressed a man this quickly.
His cock bobbed and tapped my belly, all eight thick inches of him proud and at attention, the head an angry purple.
The cool metal of his piercing jittered the butterflies in my belly into action.
I crawled down his body and shoved his shirt up, teasing kisses down his abs to the V of his hip bones, angled like an arrowhead to his shaft.
I took him in hand. He was silky smooth but hard, with a slightly curved tip.
Precum beaded from his slit and rolled down to the barbell on the underside of his cock.
“Fuck, Alice. Now that’s a sight.” He tore his shirt over his head.
I snagged his gaze and ran my tongue around the piercing, up that trail of salty arousal, and dipped it into his slit.
“Jaysus,” he growled and gripped his jaw, dimpling his skin.
His hips thrust up, and I took his length into my mouth.
I wasted no time sucking and swirling my tongue down his sensitive underside.
I hollowed my cheeks and bobbed up and down.
I grazed my teeth lightly against his shaft as I came up for air.
With every catch of his breath, every skipping inhale, and every shudder, my pleasure bloomed.
I was in control of everything he felt, and that was powerful.
“That mouth of yours.” He groaned. “Fuck, yes, nothing better but your cunt.”
Every jerk of his hips drove him deeper.
Not because he shoved me down on him, but because I wanted to take him as far down as possible.
Every one of his gasps, every clench of his abs was because of me.
My jaw ached, but this was worth it. He was losing control because of me, and I loved that.
He fucked my face because I allowed it. My pussy quivered, reminding me how dreadfully empty it was, and I slipped one hand between my legs around my sloppy-wet core and played with my clit.
I pumped the base of his cock and gave a little twist, and sucked him back down.
In a trance with his hazy eyes hypnotized on mine, I relaxed my mouth and took him all the way to the back of my throat.
My vision blurred, tears trickling down my cheeks, and my throat closed around him.
The sudden lack of air was dizzying, but I bobbed like a pro.
The pump of his hips turned erratic and jumpy.
His mouth dropped open between pants, and his grip in my hair tore at my roots.
Then a growl burst from him, and he bucked in quick succession. His hot, salty cum flooded my mouth and throat as he broke eye contact first. It was a win for me, and I gladly swallowed it all down with a smile and thumbed an escaping drop on the corner of my lips.
“Look at me,” I repeated back at him.
I flaunted that glob of cum on my thumb, then lifted my other hand coated in my arousal, and he watched like it was the best show of his life as I sucked on both hands. The taste of us swirled together in the best cocktail known to man.
His face flared with need again. His dick jumped and throbbed between us, and I giggled.
In one quick motion, he sat up and captured my lips with his.
“Jaysus, woman. I think you sucked my soul right out of my cock.”
“Damn right I did. And I’ll do it again.”
He nosed my hair, breathing me in. “Aye, you will. I’m never letting you go again.”
I smiled under the sudden surge of giddiness flooding my system before I remembered exactly what this was. A ploy, a trick. He still hadn’t realized who I was to him. No matter how many clues I gave him, I remained Alice, a random French woman who sought him out.
I climbed off him. “I need to get back before my—”
He jerked me back down on top of him, a savage glow to his eyes. “What did I just say? You’re mine.”
In quick movements, he flipped us around and bent me over on my hands and knees.