The slap to my thigh came down hard, and I gasped as pleasure from the sting beelined to my balls and my cock jerked.
“I see you still have that naughty mouth on you, Pet.” His eyes shone, pride dancing in the sea blue depths.
I grinned. “That’s why you like me.”
“Yes.Likeyou.” He drilled his fingers into my hole, and I gasped, throwing my head back as he brushed over my prostate. Fuck, I needed this like I needed air. I whined as he pulled his fingers out, but when he spat on his cock and used the excess lube from my hole to stroke his length, I shut right up. I knew what was coming and really fucking wanted it.
He lined the head up with my hole and the moment he pushed inside me, the world centered on this—on us and the connection he was forming by gently pushing his width into my entrance. The moment he forced himself past the muscled ring of my hole, everything was perfect. The way it should be. It was me and him.
Conall Morrissey and Sloan Killough.
I gripped his shoulders desperately, nails digging into his skin, and he dipped down to kiss me again. I moaned into his mouth as he sucked on my tongue. All I could concentrate on was the feel of him against me and inside me as he shoved in balls deep. The sensual burn of his width sent a shiver down my spine, and I whined, rocking my hips back against him.
“Fuck, Boss.Sloan.” I whimpered into his kiss, hungry for more. “Please, fuck me. Move. Do something. It’s been too long. Need you so fucking bad.”
He growled against my lips before moving his hips. He slowly pulled out until only the head of his cock was inside me, then hammered back in roughly. The force sent me a little higher up in the bed, and I groaned, raising my arm to press against the wall above my head so I didn’t bash my skull against it.
He curled his arms around my waist, lifting my arse higher. The new position gave him a different angle, and every time he slammed into my hole, he struck my prostate. I wriggled, cursing as pleasure exploded in my core. My stomach clenched and my toes curled. After all these years, he knew exactly what I liked,and he used his knowledge to bring me the kind of ecstasy I’d never felt with another man.
“Sloan,” I pleaded, my voice shaking. My cock dripped with precum, sliding down my length and pooling at my balls. He swiped a line down my shaft with his finger and sucked the precum into his mouth. The sight nearly sent me crashing over the edge, and it took every ounce of my self control not to blow my load.
“You’re so pretty, Pet.” He burrowed his face against my neck and laid an array of kisses over my skin.
I tensed as yearning slammed into me. I locked my thighs against his hips, whimpering.
“How am I supposed to survive without you in my bed?” he asked.
Tears of desire built in my eyes, and I grappled at him, holding him as close as possible. I didn’t want to let go,couldn’tlet go. This moment was too short, too quick, and if I kept him in my arms, they couldn’t take him from me. I wouldn’t let them. Sloan belonged at home with me and Fionn.
“Sloan,” I whispered, my words trembling harder. “Boss. I need you. I can’t...won’t let them take you.”
“Shh, Pet. I’m not going anywhere.” He nuzzled his nose against my collarbone. “This is only temporary. I promise. I wouldneverleave you. I’m the only one worthy of you. You’re mine.” He brushed his fingers over my cock and gripped me. He stroked me in time with his thrusts, and my vision burst with a million stars. My balls drew tightly to my body.
“Please.”
“Tell me what you want, my sweet pet.” He kissed up my neck and across my jaw.
“Come in me. I want to take a piece of you home with me. Need you so fucking bad.”
His mouth returned to mine, and I kissed him with the kind of urgency I might be embarrassed about later, but I didn’t care. Sloan was here with me right now and he was all I could concentrate on.
“Mm. Wait.” He broke our kiss, and I whined when he pulled out of me. I opened my mouth to protest, but he shifted me until I was on my side and he was behind me, my back pressed against his chest. I raised my knee, and he hooked his arm under it, lining himself at my hole again and plunging inside. We both made a sound of pleasure.
He pegged my prostate even harder than before and wrapped his hand around my cock, stroking me in time with his thrusts. I was so close it hurt, and I reached behind to squeeze his hip.
“I’m going to...come.” I bent my arm and bit down on it, pleasure blasting through me until it was difficult to breathe. Sloan’s warmth at my back was a weighty comfort, and the world around us disappeared. I whimpered as my orgasm ripped through me and my cock jerked, cum jetting from my slit and across the bed and onto the floor.
Sloan grunted and stilled as heat filled my hole. “Pet.” His voice was soft as he kissed my ear. “So beautiful.”
He relaxed against my back and curled his arm over my waist. He had some cum on his fingers, but neither of us cared as he petted my stomach.
I closed my eyes, hoping to delay the inevitable. I didn’t know how long we had, but I didn’t want to leave. Ever.
“I have decided you’ll marry me.”
I froze, eyes snapping open as his words filtered through my brain. Marry? What the fuck? Smoothing out my features, I gently moved forward so his cock slipped from my hole, then turned to face him. Using his arm as a pillow, I gave him an amused smile. “Have you? Why?”
He pressed his lips together, a sign of his seriousness. “Because as a Killough, you’ll be safe.”
