He stopped and looked up at her with hard, glittering eyes. “I’m eating this pussy.”
She stared down at him, words she could not bring herself to say on the tip of her tongue. Men didn’t like to do this. It was dirty.
She licked her lips. “I’ve never…” Her voice faded as a supremely satisfied look came over his face. Damn it. She just revealed her inexperience.
“Then it’s long overdue. Tonight this pussy is mine and my mouth is going to taste all of it.”
Shock ripped through her at his words. Then his head was back between her thighs, pushing them wide. He worked her furiously, tasting her like he had promised. Licking long and deep everywhere.
Soon she didn’t care. She lost all restraint and rocked against that mouth of his. Lost all ability to speak as she rode his face, driving and seeking her own pleasure. There were only cries and whimpers and pleas as he consumed her with his mouth.
“Fucking come for me,” he growled against her sex, his tongue flaying her clit. She trembled, shaking against his mouth.
“I can’t.” She tossed her head side to side, and then he did the unthinkable. He sucked her clit between his teeth, pulling deep as he pressed one finger slightly against that other hole … another first. She screamed and came in a blinding rush.
She gazed wide-eyed at him. Who even was she anymore?
He stood and backed her against the wall, his hands flat on the shower tile, caging her in. Only, he felt more like the wild animal with his huge body pinning hers and his feral gaze dancing all over her face.
“Kiss me,” he ordered in that growly brogue. “Taste yourself.” And she did, ripe and tangy. She tasted her own need on his lips and tongue.
He gripped her waist and lifted her as though she weighed nothing at all, guiding her legs around him. He pushed inside her, seating himself to the hilt. His lips moved against her drenched hair. “You’re so tight. Sure you’re not too sore from that last fuck?”
She shouldn’t love dirty talk like this, but her stomach dipped and twisted at his words. He woke something inside her. A primal earthiness that demanded release. He made her feel like a goddess. Like the last woman on earth.
“I’m fine.” Contrary to her denials, she was a little sore and swollen and he actually felt bigger inside her than the last time, but somehow that made it better, the feeling more intense. Who cared if she couldn’t walk tomorrow?
He fucked her into the shower wall, his thrusts long and heavy, grinding deep inside her so he hit that hidden spot, the thick crown of him rubbing where no one had touched before. She cried out, the pleasure white hot and blinding, dancing the fine line of pain.
“Niall!” She lifted higher, away from his cock. Again, it was too much. The sensations overwhelming. She didn’t know how to take it.
He grabbed her hips and forced her down, seating her on him. His hard gaze pinned her. “Milk my cock. Come for me, sweetheart.”
“Not again—”
“Again,” he commanded, his own movements losing rhythm as he grew frantic, his strokes rough and without restraint against her.
She surrendered, sinking onto his member, her inner muscles squeezing like a fist around him, milking him as he commanded.
With a guttural cry, he came, shooting off inside her.
Her thighs clenched around him as her orgasm followed fast and brutal. She flew apart, sharp cries exploding from her lips. Her vision went black for a moment as she hugged him tightly, dragging her nails down his back.
He pulled back and stared at her. For the first time she saw a crack in his stoic mask. The same astonishment she felt was there, peeking out from the fissures.
He turned away, shutting off the water and lifting her out of the shower. He dried her off like she was helpless. Honestly, she was still shaking and probably couldn’t have lifted her arms. She wasn’t too certain she could manage it.
Once they were both dry, he carried her back to his bed and placed her in the center. She was glad for that. Glad he had answered the question of whether they were done yet and where she would sleep for the night.
He slid in next to her, pulling the covers over them. She gazed at his beautiful face, the lines and hollows all the more stark in firelight. The dark glitter of his blue eyes brought emotions she dared not examine swimming to the surface. This was a fling. That was all it was. That was enough.
Smiling, she reached out and stroked his mouth, tracing those lips she longed to paint. His beard tickled her palm.
He caught her palm and pressed a slow kiss to it. “Promise me you’ll be here in the morning,” he growled against her skin.
She chuckled. “And where would I go?”
He frowned, his eyes deep and grim. “If yer no’ real, you could disappear.”
She wasn’t so sure, but she thought he might be a touch serious. “I’m real. I won’t disappear,” she promised. A yawn escaped her.
“Sleep,” he ordered.
“Always so bossy.” But she closed her eyes and fell asleep anyway.
~
Goldilocks could only hope that the foul-tempered bear controlled his impulses and didn’t devour her during the night…
~
The storm raged through the night.
Thea slept restlessly as it battered against the shutters. At least she told herself it was the storm and not the giant bearded Scot in bed beside her.
She was unaccustomed to sleeping with a man. She and Charlie had never lived together. Even when one of them did stay over at the other’s place, they each kept to their own sides of the bed as though some invisible barrier ran down the middle. Not Niall. His body had to be touching hers at all times.
She woke hugging the edge of the mattress to feel his arm wrapping around her waist and hauling her against him. She sighed and snuggled into him, feeling his erection prodding her backside. He was insatiable. She might have rubbed against him. Maybe she was insatiable, too, because she couldn’t stop herself from arching her spine and moving into the perfect position so his cock aligned with the lips of her pussy. She rubbed against him until he was sliding slippery against her.
Sore or not, she wanted more.
She’d be gone tomorrow and she wanted her fill.
He must have had a similar thought. He’d grabbed her by the waist and guided her to her knees. “You haven’t had enough yet?”
She was still groggy at his first thrust inside her, but that didn’t last long. He grabbed a fistful of hair at the back of her head and pulled, arching her throat so he could bite down on her neck. Tears smarted her eyes. The pleasure was so acute, edging pain.
“Say you need more cock,” he rasped against her skin, his fingers tightening in her hair as he held his throbbing cock inside her.
“I need more cock.”
“My cock,” he instructed.
“I need more of your cock.”