by A H S Salt
Why does he have to be so damn sexy? My hands fought the urge to touch him in a way that would make anyone’s mouth drop open in shock.
“Hi, Cillian,” I exclaimed, closing my eyes as he hugged me tightly. A ripple of comfort passed over me from his embrace. I wrapped my arms around his waist, pushing my naughty thoughts aside, savoring his touch, enjoying every second that lingered on. Eventually, we let go having held on a little longer than I have ever known our hugs to have lasted.
“You look beautiful tonight, Jessica,” He said, closing in and placing a gentle kiss on my cheek. He didn’t look half bad himself. Dressed to perfection in a ridiculously expensive-looking suit. He put others to shame with his elegant and sophisticated style.
The touch of his soft lips against my flushed skin had tingles tremor throughout my body.
“So, does practically every other girl in the club” I noted, with the faintest of smugness in my tone.
His charming gaze drifted over me.
“Maybe so” his lips spread into a sly smile “but I haven’t been watching every other girl” His eyes blazed with a sudden hint of amusement.
We stood only inches apart, so close in fact that I could’ve reached up and kissed him on his perfect cupid bow lips. He didn’t take his gaze off me, his confidence had me breathless. My hands tightened around my clutch bag, my stomach knotted up, as his dreamy eyes bore into me.
My eyes narrowed “You were watching me?” I asked, giving him a questioning look.
“I have to” he shrugged “After all, you are my best friend’s gorgeous younger sister.” He replied so boldly, not holding back. He reached his hand up and touched my cheek. I placed my hand on the back of his hand, leaning into his tender touch unable to help myself. His hand was warm and comforting.
“You think I’m gorgeous?” I asked softly, blushing from his compliment. He never once broke eye contact only smiled back and said “I do”.
The feel of our skin touching, the tension radiating between us, had me biting my bottom lip.
I was hot and bothered from a single touch of his hand. I drew in a long shaky breath, unable to pull my lusty stare away. Surely, his body had to be reacting the same as mine. My body was showing the overall signs of arousal. Not wanting to pull away from him, but knowing I had to before it got awkward. I was rather tipsy and we would no doubt regret it the next day.
“Cillian-” I sighed “I should go” I turned away to leave. He’s my brother’s best friend. What is wrong with me!....
“Join me for a drink in my office” He called out.
I paused. Weighing up my options; which was really just going to result in me being the third wheel.
I turned back and faced Cillian.
“One drink, that’s all I’m asking for” He took a step toward me. I knew I shouldn’t but I couldn’t resist having him all to myself. The thought brought a mischievous smile to my lips “Okay” Grabbing the opportunity to see if the attraction was mutual.
We made our way toward the bustling room of clubbers, stopping at a set of frosted doors close to the bar. Cillian’s hand moved slowly around my waist, pulling me close, shielding me from the drunkenness of strangers. There was something in the way he held me that had me smiling with glee. Even through the material of my dress, I could feel the warmth of his hand as he held me firmly.
He quickly entered a code into a pad security system to gain entry to the room. The keypad illuminated green granting us entry. With seconds to spare I quickly glanced over my shoulder to find Macey. She was still dancing with the same guy from earlier.
We both stepped into a small space with a spiral staircase, the frosty glass doors closed over within seconds, separating us from the clubbers, smothering us in silence.
“After you.” He gestured.
I could feel the burn of his gaze on me as I made my way up the stairs. I took each step with confidence, known damn well he had the perfect view of my ass.
When we entered the room - I noticed there was no noise; it was clearly soundproof just like downstairs.
My eyebrows rose a notch “This is your office?” I questioned, looking around. It wasn’t what I thought it would look like. I was expecting just a desk and a chair. Only it was so much more than that.
“Yeah,” He answered casually retreating to the freestanding bar at the corner of the room “I prefer to work alone, with no distractions”
It was more of a man cave.
I wandered around the large open space room, admiring everything it had to offer. Varnished wooden floors, a pool table, high ceilings with crystal chandlers draping down and two oxblood chesterfield sofas facing each other and a glass coffee table with a laptop and paper scattered all over it in the center of the room I walked towards the large windows that stretched from the ceiling to the floor looking onto the crowd below, curious to know if Cillian watched me from here. You could see everything from up here. The long stretch of the bar that had many thirsty clubbers all lined up to the far right with high tables separating the bar from the floor that was heaving with bodies grinding.
I scanned the floor for Macey, it didn’t take me long to notice her again. She stood out from all the other girls, grabbing everyone's attention within dancing distance. Her hands combed through her long locks as she seductively swayed to whatever music was playing. She always did get lost in the music, as if it was a release for her to dance away her worries.
“Can anyone see us?” I asked, turning to stare at Cillian, waiting for him to answer. He was holding a crystal decanter with some sort of amber color liquor pouring himself a drink of some sort.
“No. You can only see out,” He replied, watching me intensely while dropping a few ice cubes into his drink before sipping it.
“Did you watch me from here?” I questioned. He had the perfect view of the bar that I was sitting at even to the dancefloor I was dancing on.
“Yes,” He nodded “It’s hard not to notice you, Jessica.” The smooth tone in the way he said my name had me yearning to touch him. How can I be so sexually attracted to a man, I have known practically all my life? Know little of him other than being my older brother’s best friend.
I turned my attention back to the dance floor, staring at no one in particular.
“I was here last night too” My voice lowered.
“I know” He answered back. I glanced to Cillian and narrowed my eyes “Why didn’t you come and say hi” He always went out his way to greet me. Whenever he was over at my parents’ house - if I was there he would come and say hi.
It was almost as if he went out of his way to find me.
He lowered his eyes to the tumbler he was holding. The ice clanked as he tilted the glass side to side.
“You looked as though you were having fun. So, thought it was best to let you be” He cleared his throat and swiftly downed his drink then poured another. My face burned with embarrassment. If he knew I was here last night then he no doubt saw me kissing the bloke I had been left to entertain, after Macey left me to have a quickie in the toilets with the bloke’s friend.
“In my defense” I began “I was drunk and bored, it was merely a drunken mistake” I tossed out, having noticed Cillian’s awkwardness at having witnessed such behavior of his best friend’s sister.
I was about to speak only Cillian bet me to it.
“If you wanted someone to kiss. All you had to do was come and find me” He simply said.
Wait! Kiss he wants to kiss me?
Needing a distracting from his words I blurted out “Have you ever had sex in front of these windows?”
Really? Real smooth Jessica. Fuck!
The words had come out so fast there was no point in denying what he heard coming out of my mouth - it was too late to take them back. All types of sex was all I could think about. In fact, any type of sex with Cillian was what my mind conjured up.
Hot Sex, wild sex, kinky sex, passionate sex.
I closed my eyes, shaking awa
y the dreamy state I had lost myself in. I turned, and made my way towards the bar, convinced we were flirting. Cillian’s eyes slowly drifted to my legs and then back to me.
“Not yet,” He replied, peering up from his glass having taken another sip. I couldn’t quite look at him, for my body had become weak from him answering my question. My eyes drifted to the picture of Cillian and the famous DJ Calvin Harris standing together as if they were best friends, their smiles as wide as the horizon. It was framed and perfectly displayed behind where Cillian stood.
Wow, Cillian and Calvin. Who knew!
Feeling hot and flustered, I fanned myself with my clutch, hoping not to pass out from all the alcohol I had consumed. It didn’t help with the fact I was finding myself wondering how sexually satisfying a threesome with Cillian and Calvin would be.
Suddenly a sensation of unease and discomfort in the upper stomach with an involuntary urge to vomit washed over me making me feel light-headed. I pulled the stool out and plonked myself down, ditching my clutch bag on the end.
“Are you going to be sick?”
I clasped a hand over my mouth. Asking if I was going to be sick made me want to be sick.
He was standing tall and confident behind the bar, which had me taking a shaky breath in.
I dropped my hand “I’m fine” I lied, blushing.
Keep it together Jessica.
Cillian stared at me dubiously. I peered around his shoulder pretending to be paying attention to the choice of drinks he had to offer. I didn’t want to end the night just yet. I was curious to see how far Cillian would go.
“Can I have an orgasm?” I asked flashing him a playful grin.
Meaning the cocktail.
Subdued laughter escaped his lips.
“You can have as many orgasms as you like. But no more alcohol.” The way he said those words had me crossing my legs trying to stop the arousal soaring. I was sure he had witnessed how nauseated I looked. But I couldn’t tell is he noticed just how much he was turning me on.
“Wait” I frowned, confused, “I thought we were coming up here for a drink?” Although I was grateful as I didn’t think I could handle any more alcohol.
“And here is your drink,” He smiled, passing me a glass of water with ice.
I stared at the cold beverage.
“Drink it.” He ordered, pushing it closer.
I accepted the glass and took small sips. Cillian walked around and offered his hand to help me off the stool, while his other hand cradled his tumbler, what I assumed to be whiskey. Walking side by side he gestured to the leather couch. He took off his suit jacket and laid it over the arm of the couch.
“I couldn’t help but notice, you were getting attention from one of my barmen. Was he bothering you?” He asked with a protective tone to his voice. Cillian sat down first. I placed my glass of water on the floor by my feet before joining him.
“No” I was quick to say.
“What about the other guy?”
“What other guy?” For a moment I forgot about the creepy guy “Oh” I smiled “That guy, yeah, I don’t think he was a fan of my dance moves” I chuckled slightly. Cillian looked at me with confused eyes. After I informed him about how touchy-feely the guy was getting and how I retaliated he approved of my dance moves.
Rubbing his hand over his beard “Point him out and I’ll make sure he’s banned from the club indefinitely” He grinned.
Raising a brow “Benefits of owning your own club, eh?” I asked, smiling. He nodded silently and gave a slight smug shrug.
“Is that why you asked me to join you for a drink. So no one could hit on me?” I teased.
He looked at me unsure of what to say. I sat staring, trying to figure him out, wondering why it would bother him and hoping at the same time I didn’t get the good-looking bartender into trouble. I turned, positioning my body to face Cillian, his eyes drifted to my legs that were on display. He could hardly keep his eyes off me. He cleared his throat before speaking.
“Riley was telling me you’re opening your salon soon?”
I frowned “You brought me up here to ask about my salon?” He was quick to change the subject but not quick enough to answer my question. What surprised me more, was finding out my brother had spoken to Cillian about me. I pressed for more information out of curiosity. A distraction was the way forward, I didn’t want to cause trouble for Ryan.
“Riley talks to you about me?” I asked as I leaned in closer to him. Resting my arm on top of the couch.
“Does that surprise you?” He raised his glass to his lips and took a sip.
“Yeah,” I admitted. If anything, I was flattered.
I hesitated for a moment before admitting to Cillian my feelings for him.
“I have a confession.” Feeling drunk and not knowing if I would see Cillian again without anyone being around. I decided to tell him what I had kept hidden from everyone apart from Macey.
“Good confession or bad confession?” Cillian questioned.
I half smiled “I don’t know. I’ll let you decide”
Just say it and get it over with! Like a band-aid quick and easy! I kept repeating over in my head.
With nothing to lose, I blurted out “I’ve had feelings for you. Ever since I was about eighteen years old. Do you remember, you and Riley used to always be at our parents’ house before you’d leave for a night out?”
“I remember.” He nodded “I used to drink your dad’s whiskey.”
Surprised at his confession. “Wait! That, was you?” I shrieked “He used to blame me. Do you know how many times he would lecture me on drinking his expensive whiskey?” I said frowning.
Laughter erupted from him. Watching Cillian laugh had me smiling, his Sapphire eyes were bright and luminous. He was so captivating.
“Well,” I carried on “Around that age was when I realized I had a crush on you”
“You’re not the only one” Cillian declared, glancing down at his tumbler that had barely anything left.
I sat staring at him confused by his words.
“Jessica” He looked at me “I find myself thinking about you often. Even here, I’m never focused on work, my mind wanders to you. I’ve wanted you for as long as I can remember but ̶” He stopped midsentence.
“But what?” I murmured quietly. My heart smacked against my chest as I sat waiting for him to finish.
“-Your Riley’s sister.” He continued.
His hand rubbed the base of his head in annoyance.
I was trying fast to process what he was saying.
I was done pretending. I was done not getting what I wanted. I wasted no time. I reached for his glass, taking it from his hands, laying it on the floor next to my water.
“I want you Cillian” I rushed “I want this” I whispered leaning in slowly, unsure if he was going to push me away.
My lips reached for his lips, instead of rejecting me, he kissed me back without hesitation. His hand reached the nape of my neck, holding me gently for him to have. His tongue slowly teased mine, like he was savoring my taste. He kneeled over me pulling me under him in one swift movement. The feathery strokes of his tongue colliding with mine and the silky soft feel of him touching me had goose-bumps forming all over my body.
My mind raced to the many lonely nights I would touch myself and come fast at the thought of him fucking me.
My body ached to be intimate with him.
He kissed me softly and tenderly on my neck, low pleasurable groans escaped me. I could feel his erection growing, pressing hard against my thighs.
He tugged at the ties of my halter dress, desperately needing more of me, allowing my breasts to spill out. My nipples grew harder with excitement, he cupped my right breast in his hand, circling my areola with his tongue, before sucking so hard on my nipple that he had me gasping for air. It was happening so fast I couldn’t quite believe it, I lowered my hands to his pants, frantically unbuttoning his fly and reaching for his cock, before going furth
er down to cup his balls in my hand. He let out a loud growl, as my hand gently cupped them.
Only this time I wasn’t planning on inflicting pain. I only wanted to pleasure Cillian.
“I want you to, Jessica” he groaned, the urgency of his voice had me knowing he was willing to go further with me. I didn’t care that it was unexpected or it could get awkward. I wanted him. I craved him. I was determined to get the man I had fantasized about for as long as I could remember. My hand gripped his erection with a firm hold. Massaging his cock up and down slowly, I watched as each stroke sent waves of pleasure through him.
I was damned sure, If it was our first and last time, I was going to make it a night he wouldn’t be quick to forget.
“Have you ever gave a girl a pearl necklace?” I teased, allowing the naughty side of me to come and play.
He looked at me, his eyes glossing over with sexual hunger.
“I can’t say I have. It would be a first for me. Is that what you want me to do?” He panted through each stroke.
I kissed his cheek “I want everything you have to offer” I pulled back to see his reaction, keeping my eyes locked on his, offering myself to him. He leaned down, his mouth greedily searching for mine as we prepared to go further. Pulling from our embrace, Cillian took off his shirt, tossed it to the floor then crouched over me. His smooth hands skimmed my inner thigh. His dark heated gaze locked onto mine as the pad of his thumb roamed roughly over my clit.
I arched my back as a shattering pleasure soared through my sex, my legs quivered as he entered two fingers deep within me.
“Cillian” I moaned erotically, my eyes rolled as my body caved.
Tension peaked within every muscle as everything tightened. I maintained eye contact with Cillian as his skilled fingers roughly slammed in and out.