Not really.
He was likely horny, and I was here.
"How do you know what's going through my head?" I asked, curious despite my meltdown.
"Because you have the most expressive face." He cupped my face in his big hands. I could smell myself on his fingers, which made me cringe. "I'm not done with you yet, princess. Not by a long stretch."
"You're not?"
He hooked his hands under my thighs and lifted me. I closed my eyes because it was easier than looking at him. Was I ridiculous? This was just sex, right?
Declan took me into the bedroom and dropped me on the bed, spreading my thighs. I tried to fight against his hold, but he was too strong. I yelped when he licked my still swollen clit and arched my back when his tongue plunged inside me.
OK, so maybe I didn't want him to stop after all. But the moment I trembled on the edge of another orgasm, he backed off. The third time he switched from licking my clit to nibbling my inner thigh, I screamed in frustration.
The bastard laughed.
"I said I wasn't done with you," he reminded me from between my thighs.
"Maybe I should invite Connor in," I huffed. "He might do a better job." I had zero interest in Connor, but the mere suggestion I might find him attractive was like a red rag to a bull. Declan pulled back and moved over me, pinning my wrists to the mattress with one hand.
"You invite him into this bedroom and I'd have no choice but to slit his fucking throat," he snarled. "Is that what you want?"
I gulped hard. Threatening to murder a love rival was arguably a major red flag, but red flag behavior had always been my weakness.
"No! I don't like Connor! I mean, I like him," I stammered. "But notlike, like him." My eyes watered in frustration as he hovered over me, his chest brushing my nipples. "I just don't like you teasing me!"
"Hmm." His head dipped, and he kissed me, softly at first, then hard enough to bruise. I whimpered when his lips found my breasts, teasing me again until I cried out with frustration.
"Please!"
"Please, what, princess?"
"I hate you," I sobbed, so done with him. My body ached, desperate to come.
"If I fuck you, princess, I won't be gentle," he warned me. "I don't do gentle."
"I don't want gentle - I want a fucking orgasm!" If anyone in the rooms above, below, or anywhere else heard me, I no longer gave any shits. Connor was probably still outside, but I didn't care if he heard me, either. He knew what was going on. That much was obvious from his teasing comments earlier.
"Condom?" His question, not mine. I'd not once thought about contraception or STIs, which was dumb as fuck.
"I'm on birth control."
"And I have never fucked a woman without a condom." The twins told me the same thing. Did that make me special? Or deluded? It was hard to tell at this point. My brain had stopped functioning somewhere around my first orgasm.
He stood and quickly shed his pants. Then before I could second-guess myself, he moved over me. I felt him nudge my entrance. Deliciously hard. From the strain on his face, despite his threat, he was doing his best not to hurt me. But still he waited for my consent. A part of me melted inside. He cared.That much was obvious. He wasn't another predatory male, only out for his own pleasure.
"Fuck me," I pleaded, tilting my hips to make it easier. With a deep groan of masculine pleasure, he surged inside me, stretching me to the limit.
Neither of us moved for a few seconds as my body welcomed him, squeezing his shaft hard.
"You feel so tight, princess. So fucking hot and delicious. I'm not sure I can last, which is pretty fucking embarrassing."
"Please." I moaned, almost incoherent with the need to come. To relieve the pressure coiling inside me. This was pure torture after all his relentless teasing.
He withdrew and then thrust back inside me, tilting his hips at just the right angle so my clit throbbed.
"Yes!" I was so close now. So close I could almost see stars.
