I’m yanked out of my thoughts when Tieran abruptly stands, pulls me off the counter, and wraps me around his waist. The brisk pace he sets walking to what I assume will be his bedroom makes me giggle, but I promptly shut up when I feel the hard length trapped behind the material of his shorts bump against my naked center. We both groan, and I involuntarily roll my hips against him, making him squeeze me tighter.
“Careful,” he growls.
I do it again, only this time, it’s intentional. I tighten my hold around his neck, leaning in and licking up the tattoo just under his ear. “Or what?” I whisper.
He abruptly sets me down and spins me so my ass is against his front, his cock digging into my back. Calloused palms skate up my thighs and brush over my core in the lightest tease, scraping against the planes of my stomach before settling on my breasts overtop the sports bra I’m stillwearing, the last line of defense before there’s no going back.
One of his hands dives underneath the fabric as the other finds home on my clit once again, circling before he plunges his two middle fingers inside. I cry out, bracing my hands on his forearms and standing on tippy toes as his palm applies a steady, delicious pressure to the oversensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs.
“Tieran,” I gasp out. “Fuck, oh my God.”
“God can’t help you here, love. Just me, and I’m going to make you come so hard, you’re going to be upset you deprived yourself of this for months.”
His reminder that there are reasons, good reasons, why I’ve been denying myself of him, of us, for so long comes to the forefront of my mind.
“Maybe we shouldn’t do this. I’m—” He leans down and sucks on my neck, and my thoughts scurry in a million directions. “I'm in a position of power over you.” It’s a feeble attempt, my last ditch effort to get one of us to see reason, and it’s failing miserably.
He pulls out, spinning me to face him suddenly, his gaze more intense than I’ve ever seen it.
“Not in here, you’re not. Does this feel like you’re the one with the upper hand?” He grips my throat roughly, pulling my face close. “In here, you do whatIwant—whatItell you to do. That’s what you really want, isn’t it? To not have to be responsible for something for once?” He uses his foot to kick open my legs before reaching down and stroking my soaked core. A pleasure laced sob crawls up my throat. “Let me be in control of this, let me be in control of your body. You can boss me around on the pitch all day, every day.” He leans in and kisses me, tongue tangling with mine before retreating and leaving me whimpering. “Fuck, it makes me hard when you do, but in here, Jade? Here, you do what I want. Now, stop arguing, get on the fucking bed, andbeg for it.”
“Excuse me?” My tone struggles for defiance, but as he prowls closer, I back up, easing onto the bed.
“You made me pretend for months that I didn’t already know what it felt like to have yourperfectbody gripping mine.” Slowly, he tugs on the waistband of his shorts as he eases them off his thick, inked thighs, until he’s standing before me in just his briefs. They do absolutely fuck all at concealing the thick bulge straining against the soft fabric. “For months, I had to pretend I didn’t know the drugging touch of your mouth or what you look like as you come.” He grips his length, giving himself two rough strokes before he removes the material all together, and I finally see his cock—long, thick,perfect—as he eases onto the bed and hovers over me, his legs forcing mine wide. “So, if you want my cock, prove it.Begme for it.”
“Don’t be a dick.” My stubbornness rears its head, rising to fight back, but he rubs his thumb against my clit before pushing it into my channel. It’s not enough—nothing else will ever be enough after him. I groan as he removes his finger and then gasp when I feel his shaft glide through my folds, coating himself in my arousal. “That’s not fair.” I try to reach out for him, desperate to touch him, feel the weight of him in my hands, but he pulls back enough that I can’t.
“It’s so easy, love. Tell me how badly you want my cock, how badly you wantme. Admit that youlike me, and I’ll give you what you need.”
His words come floating to the surface, and I’m trying to keep my grip on reality as he glides himself through my folds again, bumping his head against my clit in a torturous rhythm.When you admit you like me, I’ll let you touch me again.The most unbelievable part is that he would do it. He would deny himself what he very obviously wants to get me to finally own up to my feelings.
Why the hell am I holding on to them so tightly? The line was crossed a long time ago, and all I’m doing now is putting us both through hell for no reason. Why shouldn’t Ichoose something for myself for once? Is it so bad to want someone who wants me, someone who has forced me out of my comfort zone and shown me parts of myself I didn’t know existed? My feelings for Tieran have been omnipresent since the moment I met him in that pub, and I haven’t been able to shake them. It’s why I keep finding myself around him, like we are two halves of a magnet, destined to find each other. A peace settles over me as I accept I want this, him.Need it.
I reach up, cupping his jaw as my eyes gaze into his. “I like you, Tieran. So much, it actually scares me. But if you don’t fuck me soon, I don’t care how much I like you—I’ll kill you.”
The smile that engulfs his face is so luminous, it almost blinds me. “There she is.” The head of his cock nudges at my entrance but doesn’t breach. I shift, trying to impale myself on his length, but he pulls back, and I groan in frustration.
Tieran leans into my ear, his dick lining up once more. “I like you too, boss, but I’m about to fuck you like I don’t.” Then, he thrusts inside in one rough motion, making my entire body shift up the bed as my vision goes spotty from the sheer pleasure of being full.
“Fuck!” I scream, lost to everything else except his perfect cock sinking in and out of me as he pins my hips down to the bed and pumps inside me over and over and over.
“See? Was that so hard?” He pulls all the way out and snaps his hips forward, plunging inside with a punishing thrust. “You’re so—” he grunts out, trying to keep his grip on reality just like me. “Play with your perfect tits, Hellfire.” I obey his command, reaching up and pinching my nipples as he pins me down and fucks into me relentlessly. “I’ve never felt anything more perfect than your cunt wrapped around my cock—so tight, so goddamn warm.”
He pulls out suddenly, and I cry out at the sudden absence of him filling me. But he’s suddenly down by mycore, licking me, making me writhe and whimper as I plunge my hands into his hair for purchase andpull. He groans into my pussy, and the sound is so erotic, I flood his mouth, and he laps up every drop.
Tieran licks a final path from my entrance, all the way up my body, and kisses me so I can taste myself on his tongue. He doesn’t stay long, determined to wring every drop of pleasure from my body when he pulls away and spreads my legs wide, slapping his hand on my clit and sending me headfirst into an orgasm that rips through my body.
Back bowing off the bed, crying out in pleasure, I get no time to recover before he’s flipping me on my stomach and plunging back inside my tight heat.
“Ass in the air, baby.” He helps me pick up my hips so my butt fits tightly against his hips in an angle that is impossibly deep. “Face in the mattress, love, but turn so I can see you. I want you to look in my eyes when I give you what you’ll never deny yourself ever again.” I comply, spine curving down to rest my head against the soft sheets of his bed.
“Where do you want my arms?” I ask, loving beyond reason that he’s the one calling all the shots. There’s a freedom in trusting him to take care of me—in knowing I won’t have to tell him how to get me there because he’s treating it like his life’s honor to bring me pleasure.
“Behind your back.” Immediately, I cross my arms against my spine, keeping my face twisted toward him on the mattress. “That’s my good girl.” Tieran palms my ass, spreading my cheeks right as I feel a glob of spit splash onto my crack. He pulls out slowly, gathering up the spit with his length, teasing in and out of my pussy with just the tip. “You’re so bloody perfect, so fucking beautiful, stuffed with my cock. How badly do you want it?”
“Please,” I whisper, aching to be full of him again.
“Louder.” His voice rings with authority and makes me clench around nothing.
