Dante sighed, murmuring about asshole players under her breath as she retrieved her own bag.
“Just wanted to wish him well, maybe warn him against trespassing in any beast’s castles.” He sniggered, swinging his gaze to me, as if anyone could misinterpret the implication.
“How the fuck do you know so much about cartoons, Doyle? You rubbing one out to the tune ofBe Our Guestor some shit?” Oscar asked, eliciting laughter and jeers from the rest of the team.
He winked at me as we made eye contact, and once again I was reminded why the giant winger was one of my favorite people. His wife was awesome, too.
Dante and I left the banter behind as we headed for the parking lot.
“Enjoy your time off and ignore all the stupid coming from the peanut gallery, okay?”
I gave her a quick hug and headed toward Cian’s truck, Dante’s advice ringing in my head.
I knew what I was getting into. The good, the bad, and the ugly. And I wasn’t talking about myself because I’d promised Cian I’d make a conscious effort to challenge my negative thoughts. I’d also Googled therapists in my area while we were away and booked a time to meet with one later in the week to see if we were a good fit. It was about time I started claiming my life instead of whining about my past and things I couldn’t change.
I threw my bags into the truck bed and climbed into the passenger seat, letting out an embarrassing squeak when Cian immediately pulled me into a hard kiss.
“I’ve wanted to do that for two days,” he murmured against my lips.
“Then you’d better get us home.”
He released me immediately and cranked his engine while I strapped on my seat belt.
The drive took longer than I wanted it to. Every traffic light in between the airport and my apartment seemed to be in on some kind of plan to teach us delayed gratification, to the point where I considered ordering Cian to pull into an empty parking lot so I could get some relief.
The only thing that stopped me was the fact I wanted him inside me, and Cian was the kind of guy that would nix any plan to have our first time in the back of his truck.
Finally.Finally, we pulled into the parking lot of my apartment, and the truck was barely in park before I opened my door and slid to the ground.
“Let me just… Nope, she’s gone.” Cian’s chuckle followed me to the front door where I waved him into the building impatiently, squirming in my wet panties. He lugged both of our overnight bags up the three flights, and the second we stepped into my apartment, I threw myself at him. He was right there to catch me, lifting me onto his hips as his tongue drove into my mouth.
Without further direction, he carried me down the hall and into my bedroom, crawling up the bed until my head hit the pillows beneath his hard body.
“Should we shower?” I asked. We weren’t exactly fresh after a ten-hour flight.
“Don’t care. I need you.” He kissed me, then slipped my jeans and panties off, following the fabric down until he settled between my legs.
“Fuck, you’re soaked for me,” he murmured, dragging a finger over my opening and holding it up.
“Will you let me eat this sweet pussy, Blair?”
None of the men I’d had sex with in the past had wanted to go down on me. The nicer ones made me come with their fingers, but this was something else. It felt more intimate, somehow.
Cian sucked his wet finger into his mouth, letting out a pleasured hum as he licked over the digit like it was a candy apple.
“Please.”
Why did that word always make me want to give him anything he asked?
“Okay.”
With a growl, he buried his face in my folds, sending sparks of heat through my whole body as he licked and sucked my clit the same way he had my breasts last time we were together.
“Oh, shit,” I whimpered, overwhelmed with sensation. The scrape of his beard on my sensitive flesh, his tongue spearing into my opening then laving over my clit. He shifted his weight, pushing two fingers into my pussy as he lapped at me in hard strokes. Without conscious thought, my hips lifted to meet his mouth, a silent plea for more.
He hummed, and the vibrations ratcheted up the heat pooling in my belly. “You taste fucking amazing. I knew you would. Fuck, I’m going to need more of this.”
He crooked his fingers, sucking on my clit as I came so hard my voice broke on a scream. My heart thundered in my chest. Chills of pleasure sparked through my body as he gentled the strokes of his tongue, fingers moving lazily in and out of me, prolonging the sensations until I was so sensitive I had to push his hand away.
