I’ve never felt so out of control, so lost in another person like this.
This is what Rory does to me. She’s in my head, surrounding every goddamn thought.
After a moment, I lift her, guiding her slowly up on my cock, then I thrust up, causing us both to groan together.
My lips close around her nipple, tugging it roughly between my lips when she lifts onto her knees and begins to ride me. Those perky, full tits sway as she bounces on my cock.
“That’s it, baby, fuck me,” I say. “That’s my girl.”
I let her take her pleasure, carrying us both closer to climax. The closer she gets, her movements become choppier, her hips frantically rocking as she chases her orgasm. My gaze drops to where she’s stretched around my cock, watching it slide in and out of her.
I fucking love it. Possessiveness swells inside me knowing that she’s mine.
Mine.
“I’m… I’m about to… come,” she pants.
My hands slide beneath her ass as I lift her, then thrust up roughly, fucking her so hard her entire body trembles.
My balls begin to tighten, and I know I’m seconds away from coming.
I bring my thumb to her clit, and it takes only one rough circle of my finger for her to fall apart. She tightens around me at the same time as I plant my cock deep and come, my climax ripping through me so violently that I swear I nearly black out.
I rock her slowly back and forth until I’ve emptied every drop of my cum inside her. And even then, it feels like I could go for more.
She collapses in a sated heap on my chest, both of us breathing heavily. I bring my hand to her hair, stroking the soft strands, and we stay like that for so long that I’ve already softened inside her.
And it’s at this moment, when I have her in my arms, her ear pressed to my chest listening to the erratic beat of my heart, that I realize I’m never going to give her up.
I’m in too deep.
CHAPTER 28
Rory
There’s a delicious tenderness in my limbs as I stretch my arms above my head and sigh, drawing my lip between my teeth and sinking back into the mattress.
I trace my fingers over lips that feel slightly bruised from Cillian’s kisses, recalling the hours and hours he spent exhausting me until I was nearly boneless.
Last night, it was like something changed between us, like we just couldn’t get enough. An insatiable, frantic need that only seemed to grow with each kiss, each brush of our skin, each time he slid inside me and whispered that I was his.
And for the first time in a very long time, I shut off my alarm and skipped my morning classes because I was too tired to move, and also because playing hooky one time this semester felt worth it to spend the morning with him. Especially after last night.
When I run my hand along the sheets next to me and find them cold, I realize that Cillian must have been awake for a while.
I throw the covers off, find his discarded T-shirt on the floor,and pull it over my head. It hangs nearly to my knees and smells exactly like him. Clean and masculine. I inhale, breathing the scent in, and I can’t help but smile.
I’m happy. So deliriously happy.
Part of me wishes I could keep us in this bubble, uninterrupted, just the two of us for longer. And another part of me can’t wait for the day when we can eat at my favorite restaurant together or see a movie without having to worry if someone sees us or not.
I walk out of my bedroom and smell the scent of bacon cooking, and my stomach growls noisily. I’m starving, which makes sense after the hours and hours of strenuous physical activity last night.
My core throbs in response to that memory, and I cover my mouth, hiding my grin as I make my way into the kitchen.
I lean against the doorframe, watching as Cillian stands in front of the stove, skillets on every burner, humming while he flips a piece of bacon.
And I realize howhappyhe looks.
