This time when I reach for him, he guides my hand to grasp his thick cock. “Yeah. Touch me.”
I feel clumsy and hesitant. Seamus is patient, coaxing. He shows me exactly how he likes it, his deft fingers covering mine. Together we stroke his impressive length, from root to tip. His velvety skin burns against my palm, pulsing with his rapid heartbeat. His eyes are heavy-lidded. Mouth slack. He grunts in short, throaty bursts to my rhythm.
Seeing him lost to pleasure, muscles taut, head thrown back as he rocks into my fist—it's the most erotic sight I've ever witnessed. I feel powerful, bringing this sexy man to the brink.
Seamus stops me before he hits his peak. “I don’t want to come like this. I’d like to be inside you.”
Wait, what? Is he really choosing me? Why?
“Do you want a condom? I’m on the pill. I’m clean…” I hear myself saying. “Are you sure?”
“Iamsure. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” He notches his cock at my entrance, watching in awe as he slowly sinks into my body, stretching me exquisitely. A helpless whimper escapes both of us simultaneously.
He fills me completely. Like I’m meant for him.
Seamus sets a sensual pace, each deep thrust winding me tighter. I moan encouragement, lost to the unbelievable sensations of fucking the man I’ve wanted more than anything. Somehow he manages to hit the same perfect spot inside me over and over with every roll of his hips.
“Oh, yeah. Clench around me, baby,” he gasps. “God. I never imagined…ahyeah.”
My walls instinctively squeeze his driving cock. We move together in perfect sync, panting and moaning. The room is filled with the erotic slap of flesh on flesh, the musky scent of our sex.
“Look at me,” Seamus demands. Our eyes lock as the tension crests. I shatter completely, waves of intense release crashing over me. Seeing me come undone triggers his own climax. He shouts my name, spilling deep inside me.
Spent, he collapses on top of me, sweat-slicked and sated. We stay joined for a while until he softens and slips out. He shifts to curve his body around me protectively and wind me tightly in his embrace, my back to his front. Presses a tender kiss to my shoulder as our breathing slows.
He’s heat and hunger and every mistake I swore I’d never make.
I have no regrets.
For once—
Being ruined feels right.
twenty
Seamus
Same Day
Shehasn’tmoved.
Neither have I.
Her skin is still warm against mine, flushed from release, glowing in the dim light. Her breathing’s quiet. Controlled. Like she’s trying not to give something away.
My fingers trace a slow path along the curve of her hip.
It’s the only place I let myself touch her now—gentle, steady, safe. The last thing I want is to make her feel exposed. I already sense she’s pulling herself tight, wrapping up whatever we just shared in armor before I even get a chance to speak.
She’s probably convincing herself this was a mistake.
It wasn’t.
I’ve thought about this moment longer than I should probably admit. Fantasized about it. About her. The power in her voice. The way her mouth moves when she argues. The confidence in her stride. The way she looks at me when she doesn’t think I notice.
I once imagined how she’d sound. How she’d taste. How it would feel to be inside her—tight, wet, velvet heat wrapped around my cock like she was made to fit me.
The fantasy didn’t come close.
