“Take it all,” I ordered before slamming back into her.
And she did. As I began to fuck her sweet mouth, her nails dug into my calves, but I paid it no mind. I hadn’t been lying when I’d told her I had dreamed about this moment. I often had very X-rated fantasies of her, and they almost always seemed to include her on her knees with my dick in her mouth.
As I drove into her in a frenzied rhythm, she took everything I had to give her. Her tongue swirling around my shaft made it so much better. Pre-cum was already seeping from the tip, and I knew it wouldn’t be long until I came down her throat. I almost wanted to wait, but it had been a while since we’d last been together, and I wasn’t sure I could. My restraint for this woman was razor thin on most days, but having experienced what I had over the last two weeks made it non-existent.
“Goddamn,” I cursed as I finally forced myself to pull out. As I fisted my cock, it twitched, but the way she looked up at me with pleading eyes made me growl low in my throat. “You’re to swallow it all,” I told her.
She couldn’t nod with the grip I still had on her hair, but I knew what she would say or do. I pushed back between her lips, and immediately I felt her teeth as she scraped them along my entire length. I thrust to the back of her throat, then held her head against my groin.
“Anamchara,” was all I said before I came.
Closing my eyes, I began to move once more, fucking her throat more slowly this time as she wrung everything from me. After I pulled out, I released her hair from my fist and helped her back to her feet. Reagan was wearing a dress, which would make my next task that much easier.
“I need your dick inside of me,” she whispered. “I, too, had dreamed of you. Please fuck me now.”
There was nothing more that needed to be said between us, and I ripped my shirt off . I was hoping with the darkness that she saw neither the bruises nor the wince I let out when I quickly lifted her from her feet. After I dried her knees and legs with the T-shirt, I dropped it to the ground.
She spread her thighs open wider, and I plunged into her, drawing simultaneous moans from us both. Reagan’s hands moved to my arms, and she clutched me as I drove into her. The weeks apart faded away as I fucked her. Once or twice she would cry out my name when I would go deeper or hit a specific spot inside of her. Otherwise, we tried to remain as quiet as possible. Being inside of her was a heaven I knew I didn’t deserve, but it was one I wanted, and one I couldn’t resist.
No amount of warnings could keep me away from her. No amount of pain or abuse would do it, either. What we had between us was pure. It was indescribable, unless you wanted to call it love. And I did. I loved my Anamchara, and she loved me, too.
She suddenly tensed completely, and I could feel her warmth as she came. Wanting to give her this orgasm, I held off on my own and slowed my rhythm until molten lava moved down my shaft.
“Is tú mo ghrá, Anamchara,” I whispered against her ear as I pulsed within her.
“I love you too, Cillian,” she said to me as I finished coming inside of her.
The urge to use protection used to cross my mind, but I wanted nothing between Reagan and me. She felt the same, and when my orgasm subsided, I leaned in close. With my forehead resting against hers, I tried catching my breath.
And then I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise, so I slowly turned my head. There was no one or nothing else there,but I still shivered slightly. Maybe it was the coolness of the night. Hoping so, I knew she would need to go back home soon.
The adrenaline was now wearing off, so I finally withdrew from her. After setting her back down onto her feet, I pulled my now wet shorts back on. I didn’t worry about the T-shirt, but I did grab it as I walked her back to the cottage she stayed in with her mother, who just so happened to run this school. After a brief goodnight peck, I waited until she disappeared inside before going back to my cabin.
I’d ignored the nagging feeling I still had of being watched as I returned to my room. As soon as I got inside, I went to shower. The last thing I wanted to do was wash any bit of my Anamchara off me, but I did so anyway. Afterward, I had dried off but kept the towel wrapped around my waist as I padded back into my room. My cell phone illuminated as I walked toward the window, and not sure if it was Reagan or not, I walked over to it.
A single glance at the caller ID had me inwardly grimacing. It was my grandfather, and judging by the number of missed notifications from him, whatever it happened to entail was urgent. Well, sometimes it wasn’t, but when the godfather of our Irish family spoke, you listened. And when he called, you either answered or called him back.
The eerie feeling I’d had back at the pier came rushing back, and I was now sure I already knew what the man wanted. I now also knew why I’d felt like I was being watched because I had been. Shaking my head, I decided to make him wait a few minutes longer as I took my time throwing on a pair of graysweatpants and grabbing a T-shirt. That came on much more gingerly, and before I pulled it down the length of my torso, I saw the deep bruises on my bronzed flesh in the corner of the mirror.
My cell phone rang again, so I cursed and let the shirt fall completely down as I grabbed the damn thing. Quickly, I answered it. “Daideó,” was all I managed to get out before I heard a loud growl that stopped me from saying more.
“Where have you been, Cillian?”
If my suspicions were correct, his voice was a lot calmer than I thought it’d be. That wasn’t surprising though when I truly thought about it. After all, I’d seen him kill in cold blood while never once losing his cool. Raised by his own father to rule with a deadly calmness, he never lost his composure. At least not when it came to others. When it had come to Kingston, Princeton, and especially me, the same couldn’t be said.
I’m still wearing the scars to prove it.
“I was out, but I think you already know that,” I responded to his question, knowing patience wasn’t a virtue of his. It was not one of mine, either.
“Don’t play with me, garmhac. You were withher.”
I didn’t miss the way he spat out the last word as if the very thought of Reagan made him sick. In a way, I suppose it did. He surely wanted me to stop seeing her, and on my latest trip home to Dublin, that message had been beaten into me.
I didn’t want to think of the multiple weeks he’d kept me imprisoned in one of his cold, dank cells as he’d tried to break me. When the conditions didn’t do me in, he’d let a couple of his men take a few shots at me. That was just as unsuccessful as other methods, and I was finally allowed to return to school. Only, I hadn’t heeded his final warning before I’d left, and I’d now face whatever the consequences were for my act of defiance.
“She has a name. It’s Rea?—”
“I don’t give a damn what it is. I forbade you from seeing the likes of her again.”
