Chapter 34 #2
He wraps the towel around himself, then returns with another one, holding out a hand. “Come here.”
He guides me to the edge of the bed, his hand lingering at my back until I sit. Then he lets the towel fall from his waist.
I want him so badly it aches. Not just for tonight. I want every tomorrow, every year, every lifetime he’ll let me have.
“I’m going to make you feel so good, mouse,” he growls. “And then you’re going to sleep like a baby in the bed where you belong. Turn over for me, baby.”
Before I can move, his hand grips the fabric and pulls the towel away, leaving me completely naked. My erection slaps against my stomach in the cool air. Heat floods my face, but Ciaran clicks his tongue, his dark eyes locking onto me.
“Don’t you dare be ashamed when your gorgeous cock is waving at me. On your stomach now, baby.”
I hiss as I turn onto my stomach, the movement tugging painfully at my ribs before I bury my face in the forest-green velvet sheets.
The mattress dips as his massive knee plants itself beside my hip, grounding me.
He grabs the nightbell oil and dribbles it onto the curve where my lower back meets my ass, making me jump.
“It’s a little cold now, but soon you’ll be warm.”
He splays his fingers across my ass and works the oil in slow circles.
My toes curl against the sheets, and we haven’t even started.
He forces my thighs apart and shifts me forward, then squeezes my ass cheeks and spreads them apart, then pours some more of the oil on my rim.
“Fuck…” The moment his finger slides into my hole, I nearly bounce off the bed. “Good Light, oh—”
“Good, huh?” He inserts a second finger and scissors me open with fast jabs that have my eyes rolling. “And there’s something else I didn’t tell you about the nightbells.”
He lowers his head, his tongue flicking against my crease, loosening the muscle with the combination of his finger as he starts licking my hole.
His tongue never hurries, licking, sucking, and nibbling while the finger inside me curls again. I moan, hips lifting from the sheets as pleasure crashes through me, my body trembling beneath his mouth. My ribs twinge, but I don’t pay them any mind. Nothing could distract me from this moment.
“F-fuck, Good Light, oh...” A moan catches in my throat as my hips twitch against the mattress, the last of my restraint slipping away.
“I’m putting another finger in,” Ciaran growls, his voice rough as his knuckles slide against my skin. “Going to make it nice and wet for my cock, yeah?”
His slick fingers draw another moan from my lips as his knuckles press against that sensitive spot inside me.
“You’re going to break me.” I choke on a moan, my hips lifting from the mattress as his fingers keep finding my prostate, the ache and the pressure battling with pleasure. “But it feels so good.”
“I’m glad you like it, mouse, because my cock is about to wither if it doesn’t get warmed by its favorite hole soon.”
Ciaran works me open a moment longer, then eases his fingers free and guides me onto my hands and knees before stepping around to face me.
By the time I lift my head, he’s standing right in front of me with his cock hanging at the level of my mouth.
He reaches down, catches my hand, and wraps it around his length, filling my palm.
“Does it feel good in your hand?” Ciaran growls. “Why don’t you put your mouth on it? Swallow it down. Choke on it. Make it all wet and filthy.”
My gaze fixes on his striking dick, thick veins running beneath the skin, the flushed tip already wet with precum. I lick my lips before leaning in to give the head a slow lick.
“Fuck,” Ciaran rumbles. “That’s it, princess. Lick it, taste it, fucking swallow it down.”
“I’ll make you shut up,” I joke, tracing the veiny underside of his shaft with my tongue before pressing my nose against his full balls.
They’re warm and smell of Ciaran. Arrogant, musky, addictive.
I take one in my mouth and smile when I feel him tremble above me, his hand fisting my hair as a string of swearwords pours out of him.
You see? I can make him quiet. For at least a second or two.
When he jerks my head back, my eyes sting with tears. “Here,” he groans, pulling my mouth back onto his cock. “I want you here, mouse. Fucking fuck, yes, yes. Feels so good. Fuck, you feel so good.”
I lower my head and take him all the way to the back of my throat, fighting the gag reflex as my lips stretch around his girth.
“That’s it. Suck it, baby. Suck it,” Ciaran groans, his hips jerking into my face as his thick head nudges the back of my throat, drawing a muffled whimper from me.
His hands settle at the back of my skull, guiding the slow rhythm while I drag my mouth up and down his length.
The taste of his precum fills my mouth, and I swallow, breathing steadily through my nose.
He keeps me there for several more slow thrusts before his grip on my hair finally loosens. My eyes sting, tears clinging to my lashes, my hips twitching against the sheets, still hollow where his fingers were. Then his free hand brushes beneath my eyes, wiping the tears away.
He takes me in like he’s admiring his own work. “Look at you, mouse,” he murmurs. “Such a filthy mess for me.”
“But I did make you shut up. I told you I would.”
He chuckles under his breath, thumbing a smear of spit from my lower lip. “Mm, you did. For what, three seconds? Here, let me fix that.”
He reaches toward the sideboard and grabs a fresh roll of dressing gauze. Before I have time to react, he slips his cock back between my lips, and adds, “Mom told me to take good care of you.”
Then he starts rocking his hips, making me choke, while he takes my right hand and lifts my injured fingers to his face. “And I said I would.”
While his slow, steady thrusts continue, he kisses each bruised knuckle before wrapping fresh gauze around every finger.
Once he’s finished, he pinches my chin between his fingers and forces me to look up.
“Aw, pretty baby is crying again. I could get used to this, you know. Living inside your mouth. You have no idea how striking you look, baby, with your mouth wrapped around my dick. I could cum from just the sight of you. But I don’t want to cum in your mouth, mouse.
I want to cum in your ass. How’s the hand? ”
A long, thick string of saliva and precum hangs from my lips as he pulls me off of him.
My voice is hoarse, scraped raw from his length. “It’s okay.”
“Good,” he murmurs, his gaze locking onto mine. “Let’s get you on your back.”
He climbs over me, his thick frame shifting as he turns me onto my back. He pins my thighs wide with his knees and eases three slick fingers straight inside my hole.
I gasp, my eyes wide and my toes curling against the mattress as the ache dissolves into raw hunger.
“You ready?”
“Yeah,” I whisper.
He pulls his fingers free, aligns his tip against my entrance, and gives me a second to adjust before pressing slowly forward, burying himself to the hilt.
A cry tears from my throat as his palm slams onto the mattress beside my head, the bedframe shuddering beneath the force. The stretch burns before melting into need, my toes digging into the fabric as I cling to him.
“Look at me,” Ciaran commands, his other hand coming up to grip my jaw, forcing my eyes to stay locked onto his dark gaze.
He begins to move, his hips hammering into mine with a rhythm that shakes me.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Rowan. Look at how you take me.
You were meant for this. You were made for my cock. ”
More tears slip from the corners of my eyes, rolling hot down my temples. My mind’s a mess, my heart so full.
Light, I'm obsessed with Ciaran.
Obsessed with his obsession for me.