An all-consuming need that drowns out anything else besides her.
She shakes her head once more, but before I can even ask what… she drops to her knees in front of me on the tile floor, peering up at me through her dark lashes. “I want to showyouhow bad I wantyou, Cillian.”
“Rory, you don’t have t—” I start, but her soft hand grips the base of my cock, and the words die on my tongue.
Holding my eyes, she leans forward and swipes her little pink tongue along the slit, capturing the bead of precum at the tip. “I know I don’t have to, but I want to. So. Bad. Let me makeyoufeel good.”
Fire-hot arousal slithers down my spine, my stomach coiling tight when she closes her mouth around the head and hollows her cheeks, sucking me deep into her mouth.
Warm, wet heat envelops me and I groan, the feral sound bursting out of my chest.
Bloody fucking Christ.
I’ve never been a religious guy, especially not after everything I’ve been through, but this has me rethinking that decision.
I think if there is a heaven… it’s without question Rory St. James’s mouth.
“Fuck,” I grunt, my jaw tightening and my fingers threading into her hair as she trails her tongue along the thick vein down the length of my cock.
I’ll never last at this rate. I’ve imagined this moment so many times that now I’m fighting for control, the thread fraying until my restraint is left in tatters.
Or maybe it’s just this fucking girl.
“Am… Am I doing it right?” she whispers.
I blink, water dripping from my face as I stare down at her, perched on her knees like the prettiest fucking girl. “Rory, I’m fighting for my bloody life here. I’ve been reciting stats in my head for the last five minutes trying not to come.”
When she giggles, I shake my head and bend, grasping her chin between my fingers, tipping it up. “You’re fucking perfect.”
I can’t stop myself from brushing my lips along hers and kissing her, my tongue sweeping into her mouth and tasting the salty, musky flavor of me lingering.
Possessiveness surges through me, catching me off guard.
Rory pumps her fist on my cock as I kiss her, forcing my attention away from the thought of her being mine and only mine. I make a noise in the back of my throat, pulling away and standing at full height, my gaze pinned to her as I watch her swirl her tongue on the head of my cock, lapping at it and then sliding my head back in her mouth.
My hips flex instinctively. I use my grip on her hair to guide her mouth up and down the length of my cock. Her nails dig into my thighs when I hit the back of her throat, a ragged groan rumbling from my chest.
“Fuck, Rory.”
I lose the fight of keeping my eyes open to watch my cock sliding in and out of her mouth, my head falling back on my shoulders, my eyes dropping shut as the need to come tugs at my spine, making my entire body hum. One hand fisted in her hair, the other planted on the tile, are the only things keeping me upright.
My balls tighten, a warning sign that I’m close.
“Baby, I…” I trail off, briefly losing the ability to speak as the head of my cock hits the back of her throat again when she takes me deep, gagging around me.
For fuck’s sake, my vision blurs, black spots dancing behind my eyes.
“I’m coming,” I pant, pulling her off my cock. She stares up at me, a cheeky smile curving her lips, and I groan when she keeps pumping her fist, squeezing me tightly until I come, thick pearly ropes of cum coating her chest, spurt after spurt until I’m completely empty.
Seeing her covered in my cum stirs something awake inside me.
Something slightly feral and unhinged.
I drag two fingers along her chest, gathering the cum that’s dripping down the peak of her taut nipple and bring them to her mouth.
“Tongue out,” I murmur.
Her lips part as her tongue darts out, her heavy-lidded gaze holding mine.