He looks like he’s carved out of the finest marble. Broad shoulders and hard, sculpted abs. Rows and rows of abs.
The delicious lines at his hips that disappear into the waistband of his pants are defined, and so sharp they could cut.
He’sgorgeous.
It should be a sin for someone to be this effortlessly attractive.
I draw my lip between my teeth and watch him push his dark sweatpants and briefs down, freeing his thick, hard erection. It bobs almost angrily against the taut muscles of his stomach, a small pearl of precum beaded at the slit.
Cillian grips the base, giving it a rough tug as he glides his fist up to the swollen head, sweeping his thumb along the underside, and sucking in a sharp hiss. I never knew it could be so… hot to watch a guy touch himself like this, but it’s undeniably one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
“Do you like watching?” he rasps darkly.
I nod, never taking my eyes off his fist as he strokes himself unhurriedly.
“Next time we can play, baby. Right now I need to be inside you.”
I feel the mattress dip as he fits himself between my partedthighs and then lowers his mouth to mine and captures my lips, stealing the air from my lungs. My hands slide into the long hair at his nape and my hips rock, causing his erection to slide through my soaked core.
He pulls away with a sharp hiss, dropping his forehead to my shoulder.
“Fuck, Rory. That feels…”
“Amazing,” I breathe, repeating the motion until my arousal is coating his cock. He flexes his hips, reaching down to fist his cock once more and rubbing the thick head against my clit.
My back arches, the sensation of our bare skin together… too much.
“Shit. A condom,” he mutters.
“Drawer.”
He lifts off me and reaches into the drawer next to my nightstand, pausing when he sees my vibrator inside. He flicks his gaze to me wearing a cocky smirk. “Next time too.”
My cheeks immediately flood with fire when I picture Cillian using the toy on me and I swallow roughly.
“My dirty girl. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” I reply breathlessly.
Cillian tears open the foil and quickly sheathes himself before he joins me back on the bed. My heart is racing, my pulse thrashing wildly because part of me can’t believe this is even happening.
I’m about to have sex with Cillian Cairney.
His large body folds over mine, his hips settling perfectly between my thighs as he holds himself above me on his forearm. “Are you sure, Rory? Say the word and we can stop. At any time.”
“I’m sure. Absolutely sure,” I say without hesitation.
I know without a doubt that this is what I want. And one thing that I’ve come to learn about Cillian is that he wants to hear my consent. It’s important to him that I feel comfortable, and that we take things at my pace. It’sachinglysweet, and it makes my heart squeeze.
It only further confirms how positive I am that I want this. I want to share this with him.
It might not be my first time, but it’s the only time I’ve ever felt safe and comfortable with someone. It’s the only time I’ve felt actual pleasure given by a man.
And I don’t think I could’ve chosen anyone better to experience it with.
Despite his bad boy reputation, I know that he’s one of the good ones.
“We’ll go as slow as you need,” he promises as he drags his cock through my arousal, coating it, then lining up with my entrance. His hips slowly rock forward, the first inch of him slipping into me, and my breath hitches.