He finished getting undressed around the same time as me, and as soon as we were both naked, he ate me up with his gaze, wrapping his hand around his dick and stroking it as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. For the first time in my life, I felt like the lamb about to be devoured by a big bad wolf.
But this was only for Cillian.
No one else was getting this side of me.
He stepped in closer, laid the hand that wasn’t stroking his dick on my chest, and roughly pushed. I stepped back, falling onto the bed again. He followed and fell on top of me, his mouth finding mine in a brutal kiss I was sure would have my lips swollen and bruised by the time he was done. He utilized every tactic in our fuck manual, from using his teeth to nip and nibble, to tonguing my mouth like it was his dick in my hole.
I used his concentration on making me feel good to hook my legs around his and flip us, so it was me on top. He grunted, surprised, and I grinned in triumph when he glared up at me.
“I’m fucking ye tonight,” he grumbled, grasping my arms. His fingers had no chance of fully wrapping around my muscles.
“Are you?” I dropped forward, hands pressing into the mattress beside his head, my lips ghosting over his teasingly. “If you want to fuck me, you have to show me how much you want it.”
A smirk slid across his mouth. “With pleasure.”
He thrust his hips and nearly bucked me off, but my weight stopped me from going far. My dick bounced and slapped against his stomach, and he grabbed it, wrapping his long fingers around the base, then squeezing.
I groaned at the pressure around my sensitive flesh and rocked into his grip. Precum beaded in my slit, and he brushed his thumb over it before raising his hand to his mouth and sucking the digit to taste me.
“You like that?” I murmured.
He smirked, using the distraction to buck again, this time managing to catch me off guard. He rolled us. I landed on my back on the bed, with him over me again, and he slammed his mouth against mine, kissing me without giving me a moment to breathe.
I grasped the back of his head and curled my legs around his, catching our dicks between our bodies and rubbing them together.
He grunted into our kiss. “I’m gonna fuck ye so good.”
“Then do it.” I licked his upper lip. “Stop telling me what you’re going to do and fucking do it.”
He let out a growl and shoved to his feet. I let him go, watching as he went to the duffel he’d dropped earlier and unzipped it, searching inside until he made a sound of triumph. He flashed me a bottle of lube, and I laughed deeply.
I wrapped my hand around my dick and stroked the length of it as I took a moment to appreciate the hard lines of his body and the way the small patch of hair on his chest made his pecs look bigger. The nubs of his nipples were peaked. His dick stood tall in front of him, the foreskin pulled completely back, giving way to the beautiful head that would soon spear me open. I couldn’t wait. I’d never liked the idea of bottoming much, but for Cillian’s dick? I would do anything.
My mouth watered. Fuck, I wanted to taste every inch of his skin. “Bring the lube here. Hurry the fuck up.”
Cillian pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek. “Eager, are ye?”
I snorted. “Either you hurry the fuck up or I’ll fuck you instead.”
He chuckled and stalked to the bed, using a hand on my chest to shove me back onto the mattress. I grabbed his arm, but he swatted me away and seized my knee, spreading my legs so he could settle in between them.
“Let’s see how ye take my big cock, eh?” He winked.
I rolled my eyes but grinned. “You think pretty highly of yourself.”
Cillian waggled his eyebrows and flipped open the lid of the lube. With more concentration than necessary, he coated his fingers. He didn’t take a lot of time to prep me, and I didn’t care much about it, either. Pain was part of sex, and while I wasn’t used to bottoming, I expected for the pleasure to come with some hurt.
When Cillian shoved his dick inside me, he didn’t relent. He wasn’t as gentle as he was with Vail, and I enjoyed every inch he thrust inside me, even as my hole ached with the stretch. He threw my legs over his shoulders and leaned forward, using the position to rock his hips and shove balls deep into my ass.
I groaned, and he did, too, dropping his forehead onto my shoulder as I dug my heels into his back.
“Ye’re so fecking tight. Motherfecker.”
I grunted in answer and closed my eyes, taking in the new sensations of my hole being stuffed by his dick. Pleasure simmered inside me, mixing with the slight pain and discomfort, which in turn had lust shooting straight to my dick and balls. My hard-on gave a jerk and I inhaled deeply.
He didn’t ask me if I was all right after he’d driven himself into me, but he paused for a moment, staring down.
I raised my eyebrows at him. “What are you waiting for?”
