Anton never went down on me. The one time I suggested it, he looked at me with distaste, like I'd asked him to lick a carpet. It had left me wondering if there was something wrong with the taste or smell of my pussy.
My body hummed with pleasure as Ronan sat back on his haunches and wiped his mouth on my towel. It belatedly occurred to me I was naked from the waist down, and also fucking hot. Not to mention swimming in endorphins and oxytocin, which were enough to counteract the shame of allowing my best friend's brother to give me the best orgasm of my life, with his mouth.
Good girls didn't sit back and let bad boys give them oral sex in a sauna. Was I embracing my slut phase? Saoirse would likely say I definitely was, only I couldn't tell her about this.
"One more for the road," Ronan joked with a grin before diving back between my thighs. I was so overly sensitive, his stubbly jaw brushing over my clit had me shrieking in pleasure-pain.
"No!" I tried pushing him away.
"Yes, Pixie."
He thrust one, then two fingers inside me while pulling down my bra and squeezing my breast. Then he tongued my clit, using small swirling movements designed to drive me insane without actually pushing me over the edge.
My body clenched around his fingers, desperate for more. Desperate for something thicker, harder. Like his cock.
Good sense flew out of the window as I pleaded with him.
"I want more!"
"Tell me what you need," he urged, his gray eyes almost black with arousal.
"I need more!"
"Words, Pixie. I need your words." He licked me harder and added a third finger.
"I…I…want your…" My throat refused to let the words out. The minute I said what I wanted, there was no going back. Until this point, I still had plausible deniability.
Ronan had ambushed me. Pushed me beyond my comfort levels. The accident had left me traumatized, so it wasn't my fault I'd capitulated. Plus, I'd taken high-strength painkillers. I was pretty sure that would excuse most things.
However, if I specifically asked him to fuck me, it would cross a line.
Did I really want to take that step?
God,yes.Even if this was a onetime thing, I needed to know what good sex was all about. My experiences to date had all been shitty as hell. No orgasms whatsoever.
"My what, Pixie?" His grin told me he knew exactly what I wanted, but he planned to make me say it.
"Your cock!"
"Thank fuck for that." He leaped to his feet, picked me up, and carried me into the changing room. The change in temperature was a welcome relief to my overheated, sweaty skin.
Adept hands removed my bra, and when Ronan sat down on the wooden bench, he pulled me astride his massive thighs. I looked down to see his cock wedged between us, thick and weeping.
"Are you on birth control?" he asked, serious for once.
It took a moment for my brain to whir into life.
"Yes, but…" I'd only used condoms with Anton, but had Ronan been practising safe sex?
"I'm clean, Pixie. I got checked last month, and there's been nobody since you got here."
"Nobody?" That didn't sound at all like Ronan.
"Nobody. Cross my heart. And there will never be another woman except you from this moment onward, so sit on my dick, Pixie, before I explode."
He lifted me like I weighed nothing and slid the head of his cock inside my wet pussy, groaning loudly. The painful stretch told me he was the biggest guy I'd ever had, which wasn't difficult considering there'd only been three other guys, all of them average-sized.
Was Conal this big? A shiver went down my spine as I imagined taking both of them.Together.
