“Mine?”
Ronan nodded and with one last glance to make sure Seamus and Darragh were distracted, I followed him into the darkness as we made tracks back to my place.
My heart was pounding with excitement. I couldn’t wait to get Ronan alone in private. It felt like I’d been holding myself back all fucking day. I was ready to explode and this time I wasn’t letting him slip away from me.
As we arrived and I pushed my keys into the lock, I felt Ronan’s gaze on me.
“Not feelin’ hangin’ outside tonight, eh?” he muttered.
“Nah. Best be believein’ what I’d be plannin’ t’ do ta ya is not somethin’ ya’d want ya neighbours seein’, like.”
Ronan laughed. “Ya a wee bit sure o’ yourself there, fella. Who’s sayin’ I’m up f’it, eh?”
I pushedthe door open before turning back to look at him. Our eyes locked and I cast him a cocky grin. “Are ya not, then? ‘Cause I’d be feckin’ gaggin’ f’ya, like.”
Ronan’s expression grew heated, and he hopped up the steps towards me, shoving me roughly inside the caravan. “Get y’arse inside.”
I didn’t bother with the lights. My hands were on Ronan before the door had even swung shut behind him. I grabbed him by the arse, dragging his body close to mine and buried my face into his neck. There was something maddening about the smell of his skin and I hummed my appreciation.
“‘Ey now,” Ronan murmured, voice already coarse with desire. “Ease up. Y’know what I want from ya.”
I laughed breathlessly, backing away to look down at him. Holding his eye contact, I ran my palm down his stomach. He didn’t try to stop me, body shuddering as I slid my hand beneath the waistband of his boxers to rub his steadily hardening cock.
“Aye, I know what ya’d be wantin’ alright,” I replied.
“That’s not what I’d be talkin’ ‘bout an’ y’know it.” I stilled, eyes still locked with Ronan’s as he leant forward into me, bringing his face close to mine until we were sharing breaths.
I’d meant what I’d told him. I didn’t kiss fellas, never had. Not once. Kissing scared me. It was safe to do with a girl, I knew it would never mean much, but kissing Ronan? Fuck, that would mean more than I was willing to admit. I opened my mouth to argue, but the words died on my tongue. My whole body was tense, chest heaving and heart pounding as Ronan stroked the tip of his nose against mine.
“I’ve never—” I just about managed to croak.
“Y’ready ta change that?” he asked, all but whispering.
Not trusting myself to speak, I nodded and Ronan moved in eagerly, closing the gap between us, his mouth melding with mine. It wasn’t my first kiss, and yet it was. It was like I had been living in the dark and now Ronan had switched on a light. Kissing girls was always mundane, an expectation of me more than something I’d ever desired. The difference in the intensity of my response wasstaggering and when Ronan delved his tongue between my lips, I moaned before grabbing a fistful of his vest. He wasn’t getting away from me now.
Like a dam breaking, all of my desperation and pent-up desire poured from me. I kissed Ronan like my life depended on it and when I drew a moan, more akin to a whimper, from him, a hot spark of arousal shot up my spine. Ronan attempted to back off, easing away from me. I followed him, not parting from him for a second before slamming him into a kitchen cupboard so hard it made the entire caravan shake. I penned him in with my body, ravaging him. I didn’t just want this, Ineededit.
Eventually Ronan forcefully ripped his mouth away from mine, gasping for air.
“J-Jaysus—”
I didn’t let up, crushing my mouth against his for a second time. I felt him fighting against me, but it was weak, half-hearted, and all it did was serve to heighten my hunger for him further. Ronan’s cock was rock-hard now, pulsing against my palm as I stroked him.
“Gerroff me,” he murmured into my mouth. Seeming to summon the last reserves of his strength, Ronan shoved me off. He was delightfully flushed and sweaty, lips swollen from the brutality of my kiss. Before I could move in for a third time, he caught my jaw in his hand. When I wasn’t able to shake him off, I was reminded just how strong Ronan really was. He’d give me as good as he got and that excited me in the most primal, brutal of ways.
“Get on the feckin’ bed,” he rasped, pushing me away.
I stepped back, whipping my t-shirt over my head, pleased when Ronan did the same. In a matter of seconds we were falling onto my bed, attached at the mouth again.
When Ronan straddled my hips, leaning over me with a groan that had my dick jerking in my jeans, I found myself thinking about Sarah. This encounter couldn’t have been further from the night before. She’d been bland, mild, uninspiring… Ronan came at me with the fire of a thousand suns and when he kissed his way over my jaw to suck and lick my throat I shuddered violently beneath him.
“Get y’cock out,” he grunted against me, voice muffled as he kissed my neck. “Lemme see it.”
He didn’t need to ask me twice, with shaking hands I hurriedly unfastened the flies of my jeans, tugging them open as best I was able to before lifting my hips and pulling them down to my mid-thigh along with my boxers.
Ronan returned to kissing me, though I felt his lips curve into a sinful smile as he reached down between his legs to stroke my length. This time it was my turn to moan like a wee bitch, my hips curling up in a bid for more of his touch.
“Ah,feck…” I gasped, sucking in a breath. I lifted my head to look down my body as I felt Ronan’s weight shifting, the mattress vibrating beneath me.
