Her eyes hold mine, steady and unafraid. It knocks every thought loose.
The wind slides between us, cold against skin that’s already burning.
Her hands move up my trousers to my belt. “Aoife,” I breathe, warning her. Warning me.
She doesn’t stop. “Let me, I want this.” Her voice is soft. Not unsure. And I cave.
Her fingers work the buckle with trembling boldness. The second the leather loosens, I suck in a breath, then she’s pulling me free, and my head tips back as her fingers wrap around me.
I grunt. Low. Rough. Her name is on the edge of it.
She’s never done this before, I can tell by the way her touch is cautious, exploring. But she watches my face, every reaction, every shift in my breathing.
And fuck if that doesn’t make it hotter. Knowing I’m her first for this too. I’m her first for everything.
Her lips touch the tip, and heat explodes down my spine. My hand fists in her hair on instinct, not pulling, just anchoring, because holy hell this is happening and I’m ready for it.
She takes me slowly, mouth soft, tongue unsure but eager, and as much I want to hold her there and fuck her mouth, I don’t. The warmth of her mouth makes my knees weak. I groan again, louder this time.
She learns fast. Every sound I make, she adjusts. Every twitch of my fingers in her hair, she adapts.
She pulls back,licking her lips, eyes wide and dark and wicked. “How am I doing?” she asks, breathless.
I stare down at her, chest heaving. “You’re gonna kill me, little lamb.” Because I think she might, and right now I’d die fucking happy.
She smirks, then goes back to sucking me, and this time I lose it.
My hips jerk hard, my jaw clenches as the coil tightens low in my stomach. I hiss her name through my teeth like a prayer and a warning.
I hold her head, because I want to be in control of this. I feel her sucking on me hard, then she stops as I thrust hard into her mouth hitting the back of her throat, and I hear her gag.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I shout, not caring if anyone hears me, because God this is fucking perfect. Her tight throat gripping the head of my dick, as I hold it there for a moment.
I feel her slapping my leg, I pull away so she can catch her breath, and then I thrust hard again, and again, and again. Fucking faster harder, but her mouth is working so well around me.
“Swallow,” I breathe, the word slipping out with the last of my restraint as pleasure crests and knocks the air from my lungs. I lose my balance in the moment, her name breaking from me as her mouth draws me past thought and into sensation, leaving nothing untouched or held back. She takes her time,slow and deliberate, finishing with a teasing brush of her lips that makes the aftermath linger longer than the release itself.
She pulls back, wipes her mouth, and stares at me like she’s daring me to say something. I grab her chin, tilt it up.
“You don’t know what you just did to me,” I whisper.
She smiles, just barely, then stands, silent, storm-eyed.
Her lips on mine, I lift her up, and she wraps her legs around me, turning fast, I slam her back into the cold stone wall.
I pull away from her, we breathe each other, stare at each other.
I want fucking more.
Digging my phone out of my pocket, I hit the call and place it to my ear.
“What?”
“Get the fuck out of my room, and don’t come back in tonight.” I end the call and look at Aoife. “Time for some fun.” I open the door to the side, and she unwraps her legs from around.
“I don’t think?—”
“My room is less than a minute away from here.” I grab her hand and move down the stairs not giving her time to fucking think. Hell,I’mnot thinking.
