His hands were on my hips, gently curling into my flesh, urging me down on him.
And God help me, but I let it happen.
My eyes closed on their own when I relaxed on his lap and let Cian take control. He started rocking me back and forth on his cock, sharp bursts of pleasure racing up my spine and exploding outward to the tips of my fingers and toes.
“This is insane,” I murmured in a half-delirious haze of ecstasy. With my hands on his shoulders, I braced myself as I started moving with him, rocking harder, grinding myself against his dick that felt too long and too thick to fit in me comfortably.
“This is right, mo ghràidh.”
The breath exploded out of me as an embarrassing moan slipped from my parted lips.
“Use me. Come on me.”
I couldn’t stop myself as I writhed back and forth, using him to find that peak of pleasure. Even through the material of our pants, I could feel every hard inch of him. I even felt the definition at the tip, the head bulbous, just as big and round as his dick was. I didn’t care that I was moaning. I didn’t care that it was loud or that Odhran could probably hear me. I didn’t care about anything but reaching that precipice and falling over the edge because of Cian.
I dug my nails into his shoulders and heard his gruff words in Gaelic. They fueled me on, gave me the strength so I didn’t think about how embarrassing I was probably acting right now.
And when he slid his big hands over my hips and up my sides, waiting a second when he was right under my breasts as if he wanted permission, I moaned, “Yes,” just as he curled those massive palms around the mounds. He squeezed my flesh and grunted. My pleasure reached so high I’d touch the sky.
“That's it.” He growled those two words, and I swore I felt them right in my clit, felt the bundle of nerves throb in time with my pulse.
I started moving faster and harder, shamelessly grinding myself against him. I opened my eyes, but my vision was blurry from the pleasure.
“Yeah, that’s it. Hell, Evie. Ye’re so fooking hot. Come for me, mo ghràidh.”
“Oh… God.” I felt the orgasm start to rise and closed my eyes once more.
“No,” Cian ordered in a dark tone. “Look at me when I get ye off. Every single time.”
I tore my eyes open, unable to disobey the command. He lifted his hand and curled it slightly around my throat, his thumb brushing over my pulse point, his gaze fierce.
“Tell me how right this feels.”
I gasped at his sharp tone and became wetter, my pussy feeling achy.
“It feels so right,” I moaned loudly, unabashedly.
“Tell me ye’ve been waiting for this—me—yer entire life.”
I moaned like a wounded animal but didn’t care how wanton I sounded. “Yes,” I cried out. “God yes, I’ve been waiting for this.”
And then the orgasm exploded out of me in blinding force. And all the while, he massaged one breast with possessiveness while his other hand held my neck in clear ownership. There was a sharp stab of pleasure and pain when he tweaked my nipple between his forefinger and thumb that had me spiraling even higher.
I knew my wetness was soaked clean through the sweatpants. But I didn’t care.
“Fook yes,” he snarled, his eyes flashing blue, the male before me very much not human. And God, it turned me on.
He held me the entire time, and when I started coming down from my orgasmic high, he pulled me in closer and kissed me deeply. I let him swallow me whole, just allowed the sensations of him tonguing the inside of my mouth in gentle, thorough sweeps lull me into this safe space that felt equally terrifying and the greatest thing I’d ever experienced.
He broke the kiss and pulled me closer, chest to chest, his arms wrapped around me, his cock still massive and hard beneath me. I couldn’t breathe, sweat lining my brow, my breasts feeling heavier than they’d ever felt, my pussy wetter than it had ever been. He murmured soft words in Gaelic that I knew were endearments as he stroked his hand up and down my back.
I closed my eyes and sank against him, not letting myself think too hard about what I had just done with this virtual stranger. But he was right—it didn’t feel wrong. It felt so right, the most perfect experience I’d ever had in my life.
When there were three hard raps on the front door and Cian tightened his arms around me, a low growl spilling from his throat that vibrated throughout my entire body, I was instantly pulled from that euphoria.
17
Evelyn
I felt like I’d once again been dropped into some alternate universe as Odhran appeared out of nowhere and stalked toward the front door. Cian had me lifted off him and stood a second later, but I didn't miss how he kept his big body directly in front of mine. Always protecting me.