“Um…” I blinked, swallowing hard and trying to focus. “It’s a mixture of things, and it depends on your mood, your particular sin of the day, so to speak. Right now, it’s chocolate and cinnamon hearts, champagne, a hint of whiskey.” The distraction seemed to work, since I was now fully naked, and I hadn’t embarrassed myself by coming too soon yet.
“Sounds disgusting,” he said, settling on the bed between my bare legs.
“No, it’s actually quite delici—” I cut off with a gasp as he razed his beard over my sensitive inner thighs, a delicious contrast to the soft whisper of his long hair that fell in a curtain over my skin. “Fuck me,” I groaned, my legs instinctively trying to close, but his broad shoulders wedged between them kept them open. “Do that again.”
He obliged, on my left thigh, then my right, sending tingles straight to my balls, before he set a hand on each of my knees, and in one smooth motion, spread them wide, fingers sinking into flesh. I gasped in surprise, gaping down my torso at him. His gaze was fixed directly on my hole, near reverent in his admiration, and the dark chocolate of his sudden greed wrapped itself around me. I salivated at the taste, and at the glimpse of everything he promised in his eyes.
He glanced at me briefly, a silent command ofstayechoing briefly in his gaze, before he let go of one thigh, trailing a finger slowly up myinseam, teasing the creases of my balls, before roaming over my taint to probe gently at my hole. The tight ring of muscle pulsed, as though beckoning him in—an invitation he gladly accepted.
I’d been fantasizing about his thick fingers for so long, but my imagination hadn’t done them justice. I cried out, my back arching off the bed, as just one finger slid through my slick opening, sending a brief shot of pain through my ribs. “Easy there,” Rue whispered, stilling inside me as he peppered too-soft kisses across my hipbone. “If I think you can’t handle it, I’ll have to stop.”
The threat had me focusing on lying very,verystill, and he chuckled. “That’s my good boy.” The praise was so unexpected that it left a thrill in its wake all its own. I absorbed it like water into soil after a drought, as if I’d never heard a kind word in my life. And maybe I hadn’t, not like this, from someone who mattered.
The connection I felt to Rue was nearly unbearable, my pulse rioting in my veins every time I was around him. Why now, after all this time of being alone? Why him?
For a long moment, he did nothing but breathe next to my cock, but every exhalation was like a silky caress, like he was deliberately teasing me, and I struggled to steady my breathing. He wiggled that thick finger deep inside me, before drawing it back out with excruciating slowness. “You’re so tight, sin-eater,” he hissed, while nudging up my length with the tip of his nose. “When was the last time you were with someone?”
Vulnerability struck hard at the reminder of every failed connection in my life, but I gritted my teeth and forced myself to admit, “A while.” If he didn’t like it, he could leave.
But it seemed he liked it very much, because he groaned as he pumped into me again. “Fuck, I won’t last long once I’m finally inside you, that’s for sure.” And then he gripped the base of my shaft in hisfree fist and angled it up so he could wrap his lips around the crown, sucking me all the way to the back of his throat.
“Oh shit!” I shouted, immediately forgetting I was supposed to be keeping my legs spread for him. My thighs clamped down around his ears, and I felt his chuckle as much as I heard it as I writhed on the mattress. He couldn’t bethatgood, I told myself. It was just that I was in an 80-year dry spell and had forgotten what this felt like. And then he swallowed, and the world around me whited out.
Rue alternated between his mouth and his hand, keeping the pace steady, until he oh so carefully began to ease a second thick finger inside me. I knew logically that it had to fit, especially if I ever wanted his cock to fit—which I very much did—but I soon found my hands buried in his unruly red hair, holding on for dear life.
“That’s right, love,” he growled, adding a third finger and spearing them deep inside me, sending a sharp sting of pleasurable pain all the way down to my toes. “Show me how bad you want it.” Oh, I wanted it, and the harder I pulled his hair, the more he seemed to enjoy it, his deep groans shivering through me.
I rode his fingers, thrusting up into his mouth hard enough to make him gag, but not once did he pull away. If anything, he tried to take me even deeper, filling the room with obscene sucking and slurping.
“More,” I whined in a pitch that I was sure would embarrass me to think about later. “Fuck me,please.”
He pulled off my cock with a wet pop and paused with his hand buried deep. I thought for one second this meant that he would give me what he asked for, but when I peeled my eyes open and gazed down my sweat-slick chest at him, the sardonic twist to his mouth said otherwise.
“For all the pleasure I give you, and you’re greedy for more? Brat. It’s a good thing you’re injured or you might find yourself bent over my lap with a pink ass.”
“Yes, let’s do that,” I panted, nodding. As much as I loved a reward, a punishment sounded just as hot.
His expression softened for a moment, too serious for the way he curled his fingers inside me, stroking my prostate. “There’s no rush, Uly. I’m not going anywhere. Let me worship you… let me show you what you’re worth.”
Rue set the broad flat of his tongue at the base of my shaft and laved up the entire underside, tracing the veins throbbing with my heavy pulse. And then, as if he’d never stopped, he took me back into his mouth and resumed his relentless pace to unravel me like a pulled thread, until the warp and weave of me was nothing more than a tangled pile of yarn on the floor. His goal was not just to wreck me, but to take a sledgehammer to every barrier I had ever erected to protect myself. No matter what I did, this persistent Irish god seemed determined to make me his.
My traitorous mind recalled what he said this morning, that dreaded L word. I wanted nothing more than to trust that he meant it, but I told myself it was too soon to be handing over that kind of power, the ability to crush my heart.
My orgasm, however… he could have that. He’d certainly earned it.
Balls tight, my ass clamping down around his fingers, I arched off the bed, shouting my release. Rue groaned deeply in satisfaction as I unloaded into his mouth, his throat working around me as he swallowed every drop.
“Holy… fucking…” My curse tapered off as I went limp, my grip on consciousness loosening. I shuddered as he pulled himself from my ass, leaving me cold and empty.
“Don’t worry, love. I’ve got you,” his whispered. And against every defensive instinct I had, I trusted that he did.
Chapter 16
Ruadan
Afterthebestsleepof my life, wrapped protectively around my reluctant mate, things only seemed to get better when I woke to Uly’s warm, wet mouth on my cock. I could see nothing but the bobbing of his head beneath the blanket, but I made sure to remedy that immediately, peeling it back to watch him work.
He was well aware he had an audience, and he made sure to perform. Lips stretched around me, he couldn’t quite take it all, so he wrapped his long fingers around the base and stroked me in time with his mouth, drool dripping down his chin, over my balls, and tickling my crack. He lavished attention on the blunt head, sucking gently, tracing the rim of the glans before tonguing the slit, as if chasing the taste of my precum.
