Ronan groaned, low and loud. “Can I come?”
Having him ask for permission had my arousal skyrocketing and I pumped my cock, breath catching as I felt my climax building up my shaft.
“Aye, do it. Come f’me, Ronan.”
That was clearly all I’d needed to say and when Ronan sucked in a breath, tensing up and baring his teeth in a grimace of pleasure, I knew it was over. I watched with bated breath as rope after rope of cum shot from Ronan’s cock, coating his muscular chest. I was right behind him.
“Feck, Ronan, Jaysus!”I managed to grunt, my cock throbbing and jerking as I came. Pleasure exploded from me and for a moment, all I could focus on was Ronan.
All too soon, I began to come down from my high and I flopped back against the bed, sweaty and breathless.
“Feck, I’d better clean this up, aye,” Ronan muttered. I opened my eyes and watched him as he sat up, flailing around as he hunted for something to wipe himself off with. I laughed, earning myself a playfully sour expression.
“Aye, laugh it up – y’not lookin’ so squeaky clean yourself neither, like.”
I glanced down at the cum cooling on my skin. With a shrug, I grabbed my t-shirt and wiped myself off. Once the evidence of our fun had been removed, we settled back into our beds and gazed at one another through our phone screens.
“Feck, I miss ya, like,” I sighed, scrubbing my palm down my face.
“I miss ya, too.” When Ronan paused, I knew he had something on his mind.
“What’s that face for, now?” I asked.
“I just… I dunno.” He looked away and scratched the back of his neck.
“Nah, go on. What’s on ya mind, like?”
Ronan’s eyes locked with mine through the phone. “Y’given any thought t’ what ya gonna do next? Now Tess and Declan are back together.”
“Aye, all the feckin’ time,” I admitted with a smile. “If I could just feck off in the middle o’ the night, I’d be wi’ ya already… I just dunno how t’ explain it t’ Dec without startin’ a conversation I’m not sure I’m ready t’ be havin’ just yet, like.”
“Aye, I get ya.” Ronan nodded. There was something so sad about his expression and it cut me deeply. I missed him so fucking much, I couldn’t stand it, and I knew my indecision was hurting us both. That was a tough pill to swallow. I could live with the pain, but I never wanted Ronan to suffer and especially not because of me.
Realisation washed over me – maybe that was the key. If I couldn’t be brave for myself, baring the truth I’d kept buried all this time, perhaps I could do it for Ronan. Thismattered.I wasn’t living without him, simply surviving. How long would he wait for me to get my head out of my hole? I didn’t want to find out.
“Y’still where y’told me last?” I asked, overcome with urgency.
“Uh, aye – on the West side, wee place not far from Clifden by the coast.”
I held his eye contact for a moment, intensity blazing between us. I grinned, pushing my hair from my eyes.
“Stay put. I’m on me way.”
I didn’t give Ronan a chance to respond, just hung up and sprang to my feet. I kicked my soiled t-shirt from my path, snatching a fresh one from the wardrobe and righting my jeans before jumping out through the front door to put my shoes on. I needed to see Declan now, before I lost my nerve.
I’d barely made it halfway when I ran into the fella himself. He seemed surprised to see me, faltering.
“‘Ey, there y’are. Was just comin’ t’ knock ya.”
“All a’right?” I asked, hoping I wasn’t looking as antsy and nervous as I felt.
“Aye, grand.” When Declan cast his gaze over me, brows furrowing with confusion I knew he’d picked up on my turmoil, but before I could get to explaining myself, he spoke. “Listen, now. Tess an’ I’d be thinkin’ o’ gettin’ outta here, like. I’ve had enough o’ Appleby t’ last me a feckin’ lifetime. Thought a wee fresh start was on the cards, what says yourself?”
I could barely believe it and a grin spread across my face. “Aye, quality idea, fella. I know just where t’ head – unless y’had somethin’ else planned, now?”
Declan shrugged. “Nowhere special. What y’thinkin’?”
“Clifden. West Ireland, by the coast. I’d be fancyin’ a wee bit o’ Irish sea breeze, like.”
