Cillian

Patrick’s rental apartment is small, pretty much just a bedroom and bathroom with a small kitchenette against one wall. But it has a bed. And for what I want to do to Delaney tonight, that’s all I need. All day, the only thing I could think about was the heat of her pussy gripping my cock, her muscles rippling around me as she came, and hearing my name on her lips as she cried out in pleasure.

“What?” she asks when she catches me watching her.

I lock the deadbolt and grin. “You.”

“What about me?”

Tossing the keys on the small table by the door, I stalk towards her. Her eyes flare, filling with arousal and heat as I wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her towards me.

I don’t think I’ve ever been as intrigued by a woman as I am her. It’s not just her looks. Sure, she’s gorgeous. But there’s something else. An untapped wildness. A kindred spirit. I don’t know what it is, but I know I’ve never wanted so bad to get inside a woman’s mind, just as much as her body, as I do Delaney’s.

“Ye fascinate me.” I trace the line of her jaw. “And ye’re incredibly sexy, ye know that?”

She blushes, and her gaze drops, but I tilt her chin with my thumb and kiss her.

Her hands come to my chest, and she goes soft against me, her body molding to my own, tongue tangling with mine as the need between us increases.

I don’t waste time stripping off her sundress, her bra, and cute little panties. I need her close, need the touch of her skin against mine.

She’s just as desperate as I am, tearing at my shirt, fingers raking across my skin, under the waist of my pants.

I pull a condom out of my wallet and Delaney takes it from my hand with a wicked little grin.

She licks her lips as she glances down at my erection, and I groan when she kneels in front of me, her fingers wrapping around my engorged shaft.

Her tongue licks over the tip, and my cock jerks against her lips.

“Delaney,” I growl. My hands are in her hair, guiding her down as she takes every inch of me into her sweet mouth. My muscles bunch and tighten each time she flicks her tongue over the crest, teasing, licking, stroking, until I’m ready to explode in her mouth.

I tug at her hair gently. “As good as that feels, love, I’m not going to last long if ye keep doing that.”

Slowly, agonizingly, she releases my cock with one last swipe of her tongue against the tip, then takes the condom and sheaths me.

“Come here,” I growl out, taking her hands and pulling her down onto the bed with me, so that she’s straddling me.

I want to see her as she rides me.

Gaze locked with mine, she places her hands on my chest and lifts so that my cock nudges at her pussy.

Unhurriedly, she slides down, and her eyes close, a small gasp of pleasure on her lips.

She begins to rock against me, slowly, steadily at first, then faster, harder. She’s greedy for me. For her release. What starts out slow and steady, soon turns into a hard, wild, frantic rhythm.

Her thighs tighten and I can feel the rippling of her pussy as it milks my cock, drawing me into pure ecstasy.

Her cry of pleasure is my undoing, rasping over my senses. My fingers tighten on her hips, holding her tight, and I thrust, grinding into her until I’m coming harder than I ever have before.

My God, she undoes me.

She rests on top of me, face resting in the nook of my neck, her breath still fast and uneven. When she starts to move away, I hold her hips, not wanting to break the contact. I know it’s dangerous. I need to dispose of the condom, but I don’t want her to move. Not yet.

“Stay.” It’s more of a command than a request. And I realize as the words come out that I don’t mean just now.

I run my hands up her back, the skin soft compared to my calloused fingers, and I feel her tremble.

“Stay with me,” I murmur against her hair. “Let’s go somewhere.”

“What?” She lifts her head so that she’s looking at me, her chin resting on her hands.

“Ye came here to see Ireland, right?”

She gives a small nod and pulls her lip between her teeth.

“Then let me show it to ye.”

“Really?” Her eyes widen, then she frowns. “What about the car? I don’t have extra cash to–”

I brush her hair back, then cup the back of her head and kiss her hard, silencing her protests.

She submits instantly, her body melting against mine and making my cock stir again inside her. I love the way she responds to my touch.

I nip at her lip. “Let me worry about everything.”

I’m playing a dangerous game. Letting her close. Knowing she has to leave eventually.

Maybe it’s the distorted sense of reality with her wrapped in my arms, or the way she looks at me like I’m a fucking hero, rather than the asshole who’s taking a chance on breaking her heart because I’m too selfish to let her go before she gets attached.

I’m being careless.

But I’m not ready to give her up.

Not yet.

Not until I have to.