I cursed, my body continuing to shudder as he lifted himself back over me and took my lips in a sinful kiss. I could taste my release on his tongue, a primitive part of me loving the fact I’d marked him in some small way.
“Ohh, shit. I need you.”
I locked my ankles around his hips, rubbing my wet pussy against his dress pants. The fine woolen texture made me pant, but it wasn’t enough.
“Then take me,” I ground out, tugging at his clothing, wanting nothing more than to have him naked above me. In me. Taking us both up to that edge that was sweet pain and completion.
He kneeled up, pulling his wallet from his back pocket and retrieving a condom.
“Thank God,” he muttered, like he wasn’t sure he’d had one.
He stripped out of his shirt, pants, and boxers, and rolled the rubber over his thick head while I took in his immaculate body. The training regime players were subjected to, combined with the hours of game time during the season, had crafted his body into over six feet of pure muscle. His chest and abs looked like something carved by classical artists, while his ass was so round and firm I barely resisted the urge to bite it. The thought that I didn’t deserve his attention tried to surface, but I gave it a vicious shove as he settled between my thighs and positioned himself at my opening.
“Are you ready?” he asked, keeping eye contact and pushing in on a slow thrust at my nod. He was big. The jaw ache I’d had the day after our first hookup was testament to that, but I was so wet, so ready for him, that he slid in easily and we both breathed a sigh as his hips nestled in against mine.
“I’m going to live here,” he murmured, pumping his hips in tiny pulses so he stayed seated deep inside me.
“Do you mean in my apartment? Or my pussy?”
“I wouldn’t invite myself to live in your apartment, but it may happen as a consequence of wanting to stay inside you forever. Might be a difficult sell to the team for the rest of the season, but I’m sure we’ll manage.”
I laughed at the boyish grin he shot me, the noise transforming into a moan as he pulled almost all the way out and pushed back in slowly.
I never thought Cian would be a playful lover. Powerful, considerate, dominating, yes, but playful?
“Fuck, you take me so well,” he gritted out, grasping the headboard for leverage as he picked up his pace. I whined in reply, reaching between us to rub the building ache from my clit.
“Oh, shit, yes. Rub your clit. I want you to make yourself come on my dick.”
He shifted to his knees and palmed my ass to drive in deeper while giving me room to get myself to the edge.
“I can feel you clamping down on me so tight. Come for me, Blair. Make my cock wet with your juices so I can lick them up and we can start again.”
My eyes rolled back in my head as his words took me over the edge, and I felt, as much as heard his groan when he gathered me into his chest and held me through my shuddering release. When my body settled, he pulled out and scooted down the bed.
“Oh, God. Cian.” I whimpered as his tongue smoothed over my lips, dipping inside before moving up to tease my clit.
“Hmmm, I’ve been dreaming of this. Can you give me one more? I want to finish inside you, but I want you to come on my tongue again first.”
“Damn. Athletic. Endurance,” I panted, rocking my hips against his mouth as he nipped at me. I felt his grin against my pussy as he took me past the point of no return again.
When I was nothing more than a puddle of over-pleasured Blair, he pushed back into my swollen pussy once more and finally let himself come with a shuddering moan.
He rolled to the side, pulling me in toward his body so that my head rested against his pec. His heart thundered beneath my cheek and I couldn’t suppress the grin that spread across my face. I’d fought my demons tonight, and had the best sex of my life as a reward.
It didn’t matter what came next because Cian had awoken something in me that I thought my family had killed a long time ago.
I was ready to take control of my life.
And fuck the haters.
Cian
I wokeup the next morning with aching muscles and a hard dick. Beneath me, a warm body wriggled against my not so little problem, giving the dumb handle the idea that it might be time for round two.
But if I was sore, Blair must be ready to bring out the bath salts and heat rub. I hadn’t gone easy on her last night. In fact, I’d been an absolute caveman. There was just something about her that had me addicted. With a herculean effort, I pulled my hips back so she could rest without being poked in the ass, but she followed, grinding against me in a way that had me tightening my grip on her. Was she awake?
I couldn’t tell, and as much as I wanted to roll her over and take her, I didn’t think we were at that level of familiarity yet.
