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by A H S Salt


  “Jess, please just talk to me. I don’t understand what I said wrong” He said followed by a heavy sigh, keeping his eyes on me as I walked around to him.

  “Like I said before. I didn’t come here to talk!” I announced, I felt the need to shut the subject down as quickly as possible. I stood in front of him and loosened my belt, allowing my jacket to fall in a heap around my feet.

  I didn’t say anything.

  I didn’t want to.

  I just wanted him to take me, to show me how much he wanted me.

  His lips parted in shock as he took in the sight of my naked body.

  “So, you’re just using me for sex?” His eyebrows drew together. Battling with himself to keep his eyes from wandering over my body.

  “Well, it isn’t for your money if that’s what you’re worried about” I stated, with an amused smile.

  He stared at me completely caught off guard with my bitchy attitude.

  Reaching up, I wrapped my arms around his neck. Cillian’s hands moved gently, yet quickly over my skin. His tender touch had my body stirring with arousal within seconds.

  “If you want me to leave. I will” I whispered into his ear.

  He pulled back and stared at me in confusion.

  “Why are you acting like this?”

  I pressed my fingers over his mouth and stared at him with pleading eyes.

  “-I don’t want to talk! I want you to fuck me, please!” I said with urgency in my voice. I needed him to stop asking questions and make all my problems go away, I felt safe whenever I was with Cillian.

  Unable to hold back anymore.

  “Do you know what you’re doing to me?” He asked “I never know if you’re going to storm away or run into my arms” The softness of his lips brushed over my ears, before tugging at my earlobe with his teeth. My nipples grew harder, as his hands roamed freely. He grabbed my breasts, teasing me more by pulling on my nipples, tweaking between his index and thumb forcing me to take a deep breath in.

  “Fuck me up against the window!” I panted, closing my eyes as he traced his lips down my neck. His hand skimmed over my back as his other hand eagerly tugged at my white panties. Going lower and lower until he was on his knees, leaving my panties around my ankles.

  “Open,” He ordered.

  It’s not like before; it doesn’t feel wrong with Cillian.

  Cillian was genuine, he just wanted me.

  Just me!

  That was clear from just how he craved my body. I threw my head back as his mouth sucked viciously over my cunt, entering my inner lips. He teased me, with fast lashings of his tongue.

  My hands traveled through his hair as he sucked hard on my clit, catching me off guard my moans drowned the room. He sucked harder and faster. I gripped his hair tighter. Cillian’s groans radiated through my sex. I looked down at the man I only ever truly wanted, in front of me on his knees.

  He looked up locking eyes with me pulling back slightly “Come, for me Jessica” He begged me to surrender to him.

  He slipped two fingers in, viciously finger fucking me. I found it hard to stand without the urge to collapse into him, my upper body tensed up as an overwhelming sensation of pleasure soared through my lower body. He proceeded to once again suck and tease my clit with his tongue, at the same time his fingers drifted in and out my sex, possessing me with his need to please.

  “Cillian...!” I gasped, unable to stop my body from giving him what he wanted.

  My orgasm rippled through me, my legs were shaking uncontrollably as it spiraled throughout my body. Jerking violently from his movements, my fingers tightly gripped Cillian’s hair, pulling him away forcing his mouth off my sensitive throbbing lips, the sensitivity too much. Cillian rose from his knees, gripping my wrists and keeping them by my side. His tongue invaded my mouth, letting me taste my sweetness.

  He let go of my wrists, dropping lower assisting me out of my panties, disregarding them on the floor.

  “Leave the shoes on,” He demanded, grabbing hold of my hand and taking confident strides towards the glass that looked down onto the club below. My legs were weak, my breath ragged from his foreplay. He swiftly grabbed me, pressing my back up against the cold glass, kissing me. Wanting to taste my mouth immediately.

  Desperate to have him. All of him. I reached down, to free his rock-hard dick from his pants allowing them to drop. He held my leg up, tucking his hand under my thigh as he thrust hard into me, not giving me any warning. I gasped loudly at how rough he entered me so greedily.

  “I want you, Jessica. I need you,” He said breathlessly as he lifted me up, to get a deeper feel for me. I didn’t care he was claiming me, his charm and bedroom skills had won me over instantly. A little part of me secretly loved the attention he gave me. There was nothing sinister about Cillian at all.

  He was possessive and it turned me on.

  I wrapped my legs tighter around him, locking my feet together. My back slammed against the cold glass with each piercing plunge of his hard-on. His lips reached down for my aching nipples, kissing them before gripping them tightly between his teeth. My nails dug into his back, the pleasurable pain had me breathing erratically. He gripped my ass tighter as his thrusts became plunges, craving to get every angle within me.

  “I need you to say it. Tell me your mine” He demanded, piercing me with his sapphire gaze, savoring every inch of me. The way he made my body react to his cock, he was relishing every single little part of me, inside and out. I wrapped my arms around his neck, to secure my hold on him and licked my dry lips.

  He thrusted with one powerful surge “Say it” He growled, shoving his hand through my hair and yanking it back, so I was looking at him.

  I gasped, turned on more with his roughness.

  “I’m yours” I cried with pleasure allowing him to hear the words he craved so desperately “Only yours,” I said breathlessly.

  “Good girl” Cillian brushed his lips over mine. His thrusts became less but lingered longer. I burrowed my head into his neck as another explosion caught me off guard, shuddering through me. My core tightened, as I came to the highest point of my pleasure. Cillian’s grunts mirrored my sounds as he filled me with his warm spurts of semen. Cillian held me tightly, still hard in my cunt, showing no signs of becoming limp, allowing me to catch my breath as he carried me towards one of the chesterfield couches that sat secluded in the center of the room. He helped me to my feet, before sitting down with his slacks still at his ankles. His erection was still as hard. I stood in front of the man that had captivated and stole my heart long ago.

  I dropped to my knees, between his legs, massaging his length before slowly opening my mouth, ready to satisfy my hunger for his dick, permitting his cock too deep throat me. Offering only gurgle sounds as he jerked further. My hands gripped his thighs as I pulled back, releasing his dick from my mouth.

  I pushed to my feet, leaving nothing but my stilettos on, lifting my leg over to kneel. His dick rested under my cleft. I lowered, allowing him to penetrate me.

  I gasped, gripping onto the back of the leather couch, easing against the size of him, getting cock friction from angles I’ve never felt before.

  I was unable to stop the moans from sounding like cries. Cillian’s hand reached up, twisting his hands in my silky hair, tugging just enough to make me ready to explode. The pleasurable pain was something different I hadn’t experienced. I needed that sex buzz once more.

  “Pull harder” I begged. Needing him to bring me to the edge of pleasure.

  “Beg me” He growled, growing harder within me.

  “Please, Cillian pull harder, make me come for you” I begged, staring him right in the eyes allowing him to see me surrendering. With each bounce, I savored his cock. My bouncing breasts and erect nipples had Cillian’s attention, he looked to be in a trance, watching them as I took what I had always craved from him.

  “Again!” I ordered, my lips quivering from the sensation, I expected rough sex to feel belittling,
but he was sensual at the same time as inflicting intense pleasure.

  He obliged. One hand held a firm grip on my hair, as the other hand slapped against my ass, the sting from his hand against my bare skin had me moving faster. I settled on a grinding motion as my swollen aching sex consumed every bit of him.

  Cillian threw his head back, closing his eyes. Reaching up to grab my long locks with both hands.

  “You drive me wild Jessica…” He murmured, the tone of his voice had me squeezing my cunt tighter, the feel of his cock throbbing, forcing him to fill me to the brim once again with his essence. We both convulsed to our orgasms. This one had been different from the last. More intense, it had me rolling my eyes back, as it took it’s time lasting longer.

  “You like it rough, don’t you” Cillian’s voice, had me crumbling.

  “Yes,” I whimpered, shaking as the shock of excitement thrilled through my body. I rotated my hip movement slower, allowing my body to know when enough was enough. He was right, him grabbing my hair and the sting of his hand against my ass cheek had me acting like a sex-starved slut.

  Collapsing, exhausted from our session, I buried into his neck, allowing my body to calm down. I leaned into his hold as his dick semi-softened in my pool of moisture. The smell of his vanilla mixed with sweat filled my nostrils. His hands cupped my face so he could look at me.

  “You have no idea what you’re doing to me Jess,” He whispered laying our foreheads against one another’s, followed by a heavy sigh. I couldn’t help worry he just regretted what we had begun.

  “Is this weird for you?” If he was having doubts - I had to know.

  “The opposite,” He reassured me. I kneeled up, releasing him from inside me. He stood up to tuck his shirt into his pants doing his belt up, as I made my way towards the bar. I lifted my Mac putting it back on, wrapping the belt tightly around me. Not wanting to distract him.

  I turned to join Cillian. He was sitting down on the couch, with his arms opened encouraging me to sit with him. His fingers twirled the little wispy bits of my hair at the base of my neck that had become damp with sweat from our sex session.

  “You are something else, Jess. It’s exciting, but we need to be careful,” He said, looking at me to see my reaction.

  His face was calm, but I was confused.

  “In case Riley finds out?” I asked, repeating what we already knew.

  “Not just Riley. What do you know about me?” He asked, curiously.

  “You’re my brothers’ best friend. And the guy I’ve always wanted to fuck for as long as I can remember.” I replied, knowing we didn’t need to be subtle around each other anymore. But unsure where this conversation was going.

  “What else is there to know?” I shifted out from his grip pushing up to my feet.

  “Please tell me you’re not married.” I watched him carefully, worrying I might have just become the other woman. I turned and walked to the window.

  “No, I’m not married Jessica!” He added. Not in the least bit amused I had him down as that type of man.

  I stood with my arms crossed, staring down at the club “Cillian, what are you not telling me?” I demanded.

  The club was beginning to fill with eager clubbers.

  An unsettling feeling passed through me. I caught a glimpse of Cillian going towards the bar in the reflection of the windows.

  I’m such a hypocrite; I have the nerve to ask him what he’s hiding, when I threw myself at him in a bid to forget who I’m trying to escape, just from his words. Words that should have had me running into his arms, instead of pulling away. Cillian was quick to pull me from my thoughts as he went on to explain to me.

  “My father owned this nightclub, and several more in and around San Francisco, New York and also Vegas.” I leaned against the glass, listening to him, as he poured the same drinks as before.

  “I didn’t know that,” I replied, making my way to the stool to hear him out.

  I didn’t know his father personally, all I knew growing up was Riley’s best friend Cillian had a father that was well known to practically all of San Francisco. With my dad being a doctor, he had friends from all walks of life. He would preach that money doesn’t make you happy - it makes life easier. That was his motto to reminding us to stay grounded and not to take the privileged upbringing me and my brother had for granted.

  “I knew he owned this club, that’s why I assumed you got it,” I said.

  “I have six more clubs. Real estate. And much more” His gaze never left his drink, he looked lost.

  “So, you own everything now?” I asked, “Isn’t that a good thing?”

  How could he have the keys to his legacy and yet still be so unhappy? He had what his father had worked so hard for and now it was passed to his son after his passing.

  Yet Cillian stood before me, looking to have a piece of the jigsaw of his life missing.

  He passed me a glass of bourbon.

  “Yeah, and I’m grateful for what I have got and everything else, but that comes at a price,” He replied.

  I accepted the drink “I don’t understand.” I declared, staring down at the maple-oak colored bourbon.

  “My dad was very much the face of his businesses. He did a lot of press interviews, TV interviews, he was good at the whole media game to keep his business on everyone’s minds,” He said sipping and savoring his whiskey.

  “And what about you?” I paused, gulping my drink “How do you run, what is now yours?” I asked, laying my glass down.

  His forehead creased “I don’t do things the way my dad did; I rarely do interviews. I keep my life private, but the media is like a bunch of damn vultures. They watch me closely, trying to get a story on me, waiting for me to fuck up. They are all curious to know if I have what it takes to step in and take over from my dad.” His voice became very dry.

  I frowned “So, you’re worried the media will think you’re not taking your responsibilities serious if you’re seen being romantically involved with me?” I asked, trying to make sense out of what he was saying.

  He reached under the bar and lifted his phone placing it in front of me, swiping at his screen to show me something.

  He was looking down at a photo.

  Leaning in, I expanded the photo with my fingers on the touchscreen, looking closer trying to figure out what I was looking at.

  Quickly realizing it was outside my apartment.

  It was a picture of us!

  My eyes widened “Who took these?” I asked him, not looking up from his phone. Swiping through the rest of the pictures of us, we could easily be mistaken for a loved-up couple.

  “Paparazzi. I received these photos this morning,” He announced while pouring another shot of whiskey into his glass.

  “The phone call when you left this morning, that was to do with these?” I asked, holding up the phone referring to the photos “That’s why you were acting so weird?” I muttered.

  He nodded not saying a word, confirming my suspicions.

  “Shit!” I cursed under my breath “If they print this, Riley will see them!” I grabbed Cillian’s glass and downed it in an attempt to calm myself.

  “They can’t,” Cillian declared, unfazed that we could be exposed before we had a chance to tell my brother ourselves. He carefully took the glass from my hand and placed it on the bar.

  “You said yourself they’re like vultures, they will print it for everyone to see!” I stressed, starting to panic at the thought of my brother finding out in such a harsh way.

  “Cillian, Riley doesn’t deserve to find out this way”

  “He won’t see them”

  “You don’t know that!” I argued.

  “Yes, I do”

  “How?” I bellowed.

  “Because I bought the publication over.” He announced, with a smug look on his face.

  I stilled. “You bought the magazine that was planning on printing those pictures?” I asked, wondering if I had heard him right.


  “I did.” He replied.

  “Cillian...” I sighed, my elbows leaned onto the bar, as I covered my eyes with my hands, trying to take in everything.

  I looked up at a loss for words as he walked around to me. I edged off the stool, staying beside him, we walked towards the window, looking down onto the club full of strangers.

  “The magazine had been up for sale for weeks. It turned out; the photographer was from that publication. So, when I got the photographs, I got my legal team onto them to block them. They, unfortunately, couldn’t without reasonable cause, but let slip it was for sale. The upside was if I bought the company - I had the final say in what got printed.” He explained.

  “That won’t help!” I glanced at Cillian “It could take weeks to get the paperwork done, they could push forward and still run an article to go with the photos.” I couldn’t help but be blunt since my level of anxiety had risen.

  He looked at me with confidence.

  “I promise you, Jess they can’t print those photos,” He said “My lawyer called the owner directly and told him who was willing to buy. In the stipulation, he stated he needed the photos to be blocked, or his client would pull out of the deal,”

  “And… that was enough?” I asked, needing to know for certain.

  “That, and offering him Thirty percent more than the asking price, was an offer he couldn’t refuse” Cillian replied.

  “Why would you do that?” I asked gazing at him, wondering who in the world buys a magazine over, just to prevent photos from being printed.

  “For you!” His hand reached up, stroking my cheek softly “I won’t risk your safety, or anyone else finding out about us. Especially not before we know what is going on between us.”

  He’s trying to protect me.

  He bought it to protect me. Who does that? All I could do was smile, knowing in my heart he’s different and wouldn’t hurt me like my ex-boyfriend.

  “Thank you” I whispered.

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  CHAPTER 10

  “Stay with me tonight,” He whispered, pulling me closer.

 

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