Bottoms Up (Getting Lucky)

The sight alone had me going over the edge with pleasure and crying out for him.

“Ahhh,” he groaned and clenched his jaw. “So fooking good. I’ve never imagined anything could feel like this.” Sweat beaded along his muscular chest. “So fooking tight.” It was like he was speaking to himself, groaning and grunting, his accent growing even thicker.

And then he was holding my hip in such a tight grip, the pain and pleasure racketing me up even higher. Over and over, he thrust in and out of me, burying himself deep inside my body, stilling for a second, then pulling out, tip poised at my entrance, then claiming me, owning me.

He murmured harsh and guttural words, some I didn’t even understand. He spoke to me in Gaelic, as if he couldn't help himself from slipping into who and what he was. This proud, big Scottish highlander who had my entire body lighting up like it was the damn Fourth of July.

The discomfort of giving Cillian my virginity had been shocking at first. It stole my breath, had me gasping at how full I felt, how much he stretched me. But that pain eased, and I felt the tendrils of pleasure. As the seconds went by, that ecstasy went even higher until my pussy was unbearably wet, and I accepted him into my body with ease.

And then he grunted, shoved into me once more, and said, “Yer mine.”

Yes! Yes, I’m yours, Cillian!

“Fook!” he roared. “I’m going tae come. Give me one more, Aoife. One more.” He had his hand between my thighs and strummed his thumb against my clit, dragging me over the edge instantly. I screamed, thrashed my head back and forth, and fell into the abyss of pleasure.

“Unh, I’m coming. I’m coming and filling ye up, arse.” His whole body went tight as he roared out again.

My eyes were wide as I watched his pleasure morph him. He was slamming his hips against me with astounding speed, then buried himself so deep in me I knew his cum would bathe my womb.

He collapsed against me, panting, our sweaty bodies slick and rubbing together erotically. He was relaxed, sated for only a second before he wrapped his arms around me, flipped us over so I was now on top of him, my legs spread on either side of his waist, his thick, semi-hard cock still deep in me. My pussy muscles clenched around the turgid flesh, and he rumbled low.

“I’m probably too heavy for you,” I murmured sleepily, my cheek resting against his heart, the sound of it beating fast and wild. I went to move off him, but he tightened his hold around me.

“Donna even think of leaving me, lass.”

The way he said that made me think he meant it in more than one way. “Not even a thought in my mind,” I whispered softly, sleepily. I closed my eyes and let the sound of our identical breathing, the way our heartbeats matched, relax me, and I knew I’d never feel like this with another person.

Don’t know how I feel that way, but it feels… ingrained.

“Good, because I’m never letting ye go, Aoife.”

His words made me think—and feel—that when he said these things, we were in this for the long haul.

And I hoped that was our truth, because that was what I wanted, more than I ever wanted anything before.

8

Cillian

She felt so fooking good on top of me. With my arms tightly around Aoife, I knew I'd never be able tae let her go. No’ possible.

I was sated, my entire body relaxed, this whole new level of pleasure and contentment filling me. I’d never felt anything like this, didn’t even know it was possible tae be this… happy.

Fook, I want this woman forever. For the rest of my life, she’ll be mine.

“I’ve never felt so content,” she said softly, but I heard the smile in her voice.

She lifted her head and looked down at me, my grin spreading as I lifted a hand and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “I’m sorry, lass,” I said, my voice deep and scratchy from lack of sleep and being completely satiated after making love tae her—and fooking her hard—all night long. “I canna help myself where yer concerned.” That was an understatement.

Truth be told, I would have no problem chaining her tae my bed and making her come all day and night long. God, that sounded like heaven. I wanted tae go all caveman on her sweet, pretty arse, throw her over my shoulder and smack her lush arse over and over again.

Lord have mercy, just thinking these things had me tightening my arms around her even harder, tighter.

“I meant it when I said I canna let you go.”

She shifted on me, and it was the most delicious feeling in the world. Her expression was hooded and sleepy, the post-euphoric haze making me feel so fucking proud that I caused that in her.