“P-promise,” I said through chattering teeth.
Cillian fucked me so hard I fell flat and couldn’t get a grip on the island to brace myself. I lay with my ass up for him and gasped and shook as he pounded into me until I couldn’t breathe.
He growled and went harder, and then I froze as my balls drew up and cum shot from me, taking me by surprise. I whimpered, and he pulled free of my body, confusing me. I wasn’t sure what he was doing until warm stripes of his cum landed on my back. He turned me roughly with one hand and a last thick white rope of his cum splashed my belly and dick. He bared his teeth, and his neck and face were red. He jerked his dick as if searching for more cum to douse me with but let out a long breath and dropped his hold, then smiled as he rubbed the mess into my pubic hair.
“Mm,” I mumbled.
Cillian growled. “I want ye alive.” He dragged me up and kissed me, jamming his tongue deep into my mouth.
My knees shook and I could barely stand when he drew back to study my face. He bent and slid my boxers up around my waist, then picked up my blanket to position it around my shoulders. I gathered the cloth together to hide myself from the air-conditioning, especially now that I was sweaty. He brought the edges around my cheeks, then kissed me sweetly, all while I leaned into his touch.
“So good,” he said to me, and absently I nodded. He wiped himself off on the blanket, then tucked his dick back in his underwear. The smug smirk he wore while he did up his jeans, as if he hadn’t just fucked me in the middle of the kitchen, had my insides melting. His eyes seemed more alive now, and even though I was still pissed off... I couldn’t argue one point.
I felt better.
“Listen to me,” I whispered. “I owe it to everyone to keep going. I made this mess, but my students deserve to finish this semester. They’ve already worked so hard, and many of them have followed me from class to class.” Guilt battered at me all over again. “I’m not just a... an accountant or something. The kids really like the material and I like teaching them. Every class is different. If I drop this semester, some of them won’t ever get another chance at the material.”
“Okay, but it’s not a stretch to take some time,” Cillian said, and his tone had sweetened; apparently orgasms did that for him. He cupped my face in his hands, tracing his thumbs around my lips. “Maybe... I don’t know. It’s possible this could work out, but ye also need to be reasonable.”
“You sound like Rowen right now.” He scowled, and I chuckled weakly. “That’s not a bad thing. Classes will go on. And Lor could teach some, but I have to go back. Please don’t make me choose between my obligations and you.”
“What if I did? Ye’re making me choose between mine and ye,” he said harshly, and all the good feelings he’d just forced into my body curled up and died.
I froze, and we stared at each other. My face heated. “Oh.”
“Yeah, oh.”
“I would pick you,” I said quietly.
The pink that stole across his face was new, and I loved the way it made him seem more... human. “But ye feel bad about yer job, firebug?”
I shrugged.
He growled again and tapped his finger to my nose. “We’ll make it all work. Some-feckin’-how.”
Glancing back at the island top, I laughed. Splatters of tea had smeared the ink on my list. I hadn’t noticed knocking the mug, but it was only half full now. “What do you think I should do about the cops?”
He gave me a flustered look, face still red and lips pursed. “Ye’re going to listen to me? Why does that seem unlikely?”
My phone vibrated angrily across the island and he sighed.
“I clearly have to do something. No one is going to accept,sorry I decided to retire from teaching on the same day my office exploded to be a houseboy for the mob.”
“Hey, now.” His dark eyebrows lowered and he tilted his head back. He took his time adjusting my blanket again. “Ye’re not a houseboy. Ye’re too smart for that. Definitely a sugar baby.”
I found myself chuckling.
Cillian stared at my phone as it vibrated again and grunted. “I have to make a few calls meself.”
I wasn’t prepared when he scooped me off my feet and hefted me close. “What—”
He laughed and carried me to the couch in the living room. After he arranged me in a spot to his liking, he tucked the blanket around me.
“Stay put.”
“Like I have a choice.”
He came back with what was left of my tea, placed it in my hands, and set my phone beside me. “Drink the bloody tea.”
