I’m breathless and shaking as he finally gives me the friction I need, sliding two fingers inside me, his thumb circling with just enough pressure to make me cry out all too quickly.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, encouraging me to come again. “You can be louder for me. Let me hear you whine and moan my name.”
I come so fast, my own reaction startles me. But he just presses his free hand against my pubic bone, intent on not letting me wriggle away from his magical fingers.
Did my one-night stand just unlock a praise kink?
Or am I too drunk to adult?
The telltale sound of a wrapper brings me out of my thoughts, blanketing my mind with only sensation.
It’s all I really care about…
Kieranfinallypushes into me, pausing once he’s seated deeply, like he’s searing the moment into memory. The moment I’m wrapped around all of him, taking his breath just as he takes mine.
Intense green eyes observe my face with the next stroke, and I’m seeing stars. He’s oh-so slow. Measured. Controlled in a way that drives me crazy. But with each new roll of his hips, he alternates his pace, working me into a frenzy, just to slow his tempo once more.
“Tell me what you want,” he cajoles, kissing my jaw, nipping at my neck. “Use your words, Eris.”
“Keep going.” I curl a hand around his neck, pulling him close. “Don’t stop.”
His forehead drops to mine. “Say my name.”
“Kieran,” I murmur, though it sounds more like I’m begging him. “Please?—”
Kieran leans up, each pump of his hips hitting me with something deeper than lust. He keeps one hand between my legs, teasing every trembling nerve until I come again, choking on his name. I bring him over the edge with me, and he tips forward, burying his face in my neck, whispering my name like a promise.
It feels like obsession.
By the time he finishes with me, I’m not sure what day it is.
Kieran stays above me, muscles tight, expression unreadable, but his hand never leaves my skin. I lay there, boneless, trying to catch my breath while he traces lazy shapes across my ribs, like his fingers don’t know how to stop touching me.
I don’t know what this is.
But for some reason, it doesn’t feel casual.
I know I’ll never forget the way he’s looking at me right now…
Like I’m already his.
Iwake tangled in sheets that don’t belong to me.
Again.
The sun cuts through unfamiliar curtains in bright, thin rays. And the room smells like an ozone plug-in and sex. My body aches in that warm, used way that tells me exactly how my night went even before I lift my throbbing head.
I’ve got to stop drinking.
Hardy was right… Roo and I really are bad influences, even to ourselves.
Drink this vodka,she said.
Bitch.
My dress is a heap of fabric on the floor, shoes dumped by the door like they tried to escape without me.
Kieran is gone.
