He nipped at my knee and grinned wickedly. “I’m gonna fuck ye so hard ye’ll be feelin’ me for days.”
I licked my lips and rocked my hips downward, enjoying the nudge of his dick farther into my hole. The stinging pain had mostly stopped, except for a few twinges. “Then do it. Stop talking and start doing. Talk, talk, talk, that’s all you do.”
He laughed loudly and plopped a kiss on my forehead before hefinallybegan to move. Gripping my knees tightly, he pulled his dick nearly all the way out, then thrust again, the head hitting my prostate.
I groaned, a spike of pleasure shooting through me and settling in my balls. My dick throbbed, precum gathering at the slit. Cillian nearly bent me in half as he kissed me, and I tilted my chin up, meeting the brutal enthusiasm of his mouth. He fucked into me with the same passion, his balls slapping against my skin. His pace was vicious and he drilled me relentlessly. It felt like he was making sure I would never forget the feel of him inside of me.
“Fuck, your dick does feel good.”
The cocky bastard smirked. He knew exactly what he was doing. “Come for me,” he growled out, then clamped his teeth on my lower lip and tugged roughly. The taste of blood on my tongue was the only sign I needed to know he’d broken the skin on my lip. “Fecking come for me. Show me how much ye want me to fill yer wee hole up until me spunk’s dripping out of ye. Do it, Aspen. Fecking do it.”
I moaned and wrapped a hand around my dick, jerking off at the same pace as his thrusts. Between the pain of where he’d bitten me and the pleasure of his dick in my ass, I was close to coming. My balls pulled tight against my body. It only took a few more thrusts from him before I unraveled, my orgasm overtaking my senses. Pleasure stoked the fire inside me and my toes curled. I unintentionally dug my heels roughly into his back, earning a hiss from him. I arched my spine. A desire I couldn’t quite remember feeling before ripped through me. I gripped my dick tight, jerking off faster and harder as I came, spunk shooting from my slit and splattering across our abs.
“Feck. Fucking feck.” Cillian grabbed my thighs and straightened, using the position to fuck into me at a different angle. I clenched my eyes shut as his thrusts got faster, and I squeezed my hole, teasing his dick the way I loved guys doing to me. That was all it took—he froze.
I opened my eyes in time to see pure bliss cross his face as he came. His spunk was warm inside me, and it was a strange feeling, but not bad. Just... weird. I couldn’t quite explain the sensation of being full and hot in my hole.
He grunted and gave a final rock forward, his balls clapping against my skin again, before his shoulders slumped. He pulled out with more care than I’d expected. As the head slipped out of my hole, I winced at the small spike of pain that came with it, and he stilled, staring down at me, a question in his eyes, even if he didn’t ask it.
I shrugged and shoved his chest. “Fuck off with that look.”
He chuckled deeply and fell onto his back on the bed beside me. He sighed, the grin on his face wide. “Ye were the perfect cum catcher. Ye should do that every day.”
“Fuck you. I’m good at everything I try,” I muttered, making him laugh. I gave him half a smirk. “But I don’t mind bottoming for your dick once in a while.”
“That’s what all the blokes say once they’ve had me inside them.” He winked, and I pushed him, nearly sending him off the mattress and onto the floor. He cackled and lightly punched my shoulder. “What do ye say we go for a shower and then head downstairs? Ye know me. Fucking and then a feed.”
I couldn’t say no to that. I would need a thorough shower to clean all his spunk out of my hole.
We went to the bathroom together, and even though I’d been in it numerous times, it was difficult not to stop and appreciate its beauty. The designer had gone out of their way to make every bedroom and connected bathroom stylish with a luxurious design. The floors and walls were constructed with white marble streaked with black swirls, while the vanity had wooden cupboards and a countertop of the same marble.
The shower we headed to was encased by glass walls, except for a small section where we entered, and it had a waterfall showerhead. Cillian switched on the shower and the warm water gushed from above us, raining down on my sore and content body. I leaned my head back, letting the heat envelop me and massage my muscles.
Cillian’s arms surrounded my waist, and I smirked, grabbing one of his hands and raising it to my lips. I laid a gentle kiss on his palm, then nipped it, and he laughed.
He took the time to take care of me, grabbing a washcloth, then lathering it with soap suds. He smoothed the cloth over my shoulders and down my back, and I touched my hands against the wall of the shower, curving forward to give him all the room he needed to work. And whatfucking amazingwork he did. He dipped the cloth between my asscheeks, cleaning my hole, while laying kisses at the top of my spine.
My eyes slipped shut and I focused on his every touch, gentler than I’d thought possible for Cillian Shaughnessy. Part of me wanted to turn around and force him to his knees, then shove my cock into his mouth, but I was exhausted.
He spun me anyway and shoved me against the marble wall. I grunted, then smiled. The softness was gone and hunger was in his eyes, but I pushed him and shook my head.
“You can fucking wait until later. I’m starving.”
He smirked, eyes glinting dangerously, and leaned in to capture my mouth in a hard kiss. He rocked his hardening cock against my thigh, and I groaned against his lips and drove him backward again, making him chuckle.
Shaking my head, I shifted past him. His hand met my right asscheek in a rough slap. I hissed and tried to hit him back, but he danced out of reach.
Ignoring his wicked laughter, I got out and dried off. “You coming?”
“Not yet,” Cillian snarked. “But if ye get yer tight arse back in here, I might be able to bust me balls a lot quicker.”
I laughed. “Just hurry up. I’m going to the kitchen for food.”
My stomach growled, agreeing with me. I headed downstairs to find Jamie and Corbin were already having a late-night snack in the dining room. They gave me a nod, though Jamie had a mischievous smile on his face like he had an idea of what we’d been doing. I didn’t care. The whole world could know and I still wouldn’t. Corbin, on the other hand, was playing on his phone and didn’t seem to give a damn. There was a reason I liked him.
I sat down, ignoring the suggestive look Jamie was giving me, and grabbed a quarter of a sandwich from a large platter in the middle of the table, something that I suspected the maids had put together.
“So, settling in all right, then?” Jamie teased.
