by Elle Rease
And, at the center of his being, his erection jutted out proudly.
She squirmed under his intense scrutiny, wishing she could press her knees together to relieve some of the tension in her core. “Brennan, do something,” she pleaded.
He leaned forward, cupping her lace-covered breasts in his hands. “Are you one of those lucky women who can get off from this?” he purred, rubbing her puckered nipples with his fingers. “Or are you going to make me work for it, lass?”
She arched her back, wanting more. The sensation of her bra scratching her skin was driving her mad. “Please, Brennan!”
“I think I’d like it if you got one nipple pierced.” He pushed her breasts together and licked her cleavage with an animalistic groan. His teeth scraped over her skin. He yanked her bra cups down to gain access to her nipples: squeezing the one between his fingers while he suckled on the other one.
“Fuck, yes!” she gasped, clutching his head. “Please, rip it off!”
He chuckled and wrenched the bra off. “I live to please, Cinnia.”
“Now my panties,” she begged.
“Getting eager, lass?” He complied once more, his gaze taking in her nudity. “Better than all of my wet dreams, combined.”
“Brennan—”
His head ducked down to suck her other nipple into his mouth while his fingers found her core. “Dripping wet,” he approved huskily, nibbling on the soft globe of her breast. “Have you ever felt what a tongue ring can do to your clit, Cin?”
She writhed against him, craving friction in the worst way. “Do you want me to answer that?” she countered.
“No, it was a rhetorical question.”
“Brennan, shut the fuck up and just do it already!”
He laughed, shifting lower and spreading her thighs. “So impatient,” he commented, breathing on her swollen lips. “I’m going to enjoy this.”
As soon as his mouth touched her clit, she exploded. She hadn’t even known that she was so close but, while goose bumps spread out all over her skin, she whimpered like a woman in pain. She wanted more. She wanted him. So, she said so.
“Give me your cock, Brennan.”
“Not yet, lass. You were premature. I want you to do it again.”
“Brennan, god dammit! You’re going to make me pass out!”
“I’m gonna try.”
And, with that, he ate her out in a way she’d only ever read about in erotic novels. Heaven knew that that other guy—Harry? Harold?—had never even tried. She held onto Brennan’s head and ground her hips to get more out of it.
His tongue lapped her up from entrance to clit and back again. He used the piercing to press and circle that bundle of nerves until she thought she was going to die. She was still sensitive from her last orgasm, but she didn’t want him to stop. Her toes curled as her body fought these foreign, conflicting sensations, and her thighs ached.
It was the noise that pushed her over the edge. There was something about knowing that the slurping and sucking was him enjoying her taste that really turned her on. His name was on her lips as she shuddered in release.
“So easy,” he murmured, dropping a soft kiss on her mound before he got to his knees. “Look at me, lass.”
When had she closed her eyes? Her chest heaved while she stared at him. His stubble was glistening with her juices. Instead of being embarrassed, she was proud: it was her way of marking him.
“I’m going to get in you now,” he informed her, an edge to his voice. “Lass, it’s going to be a different kind of feeling because of the piercing, so I’ll go slow. Okay?”
She nodded, reaching for him. His hair had come loose from his ponytail—no doubt thanks to her grabby hands—but he’s never looked more beautiful. “Kiss me.”
He went into her arms and gave her what she wanted. She moaned at the taste of her, at the feel of him. He nudged her legs further apart, one hand going between them to grip his cock. He settled his tip at her entrance.
“Ready?” he whispered on her lips.
“Do it.”
He softened his attack on her mouth as he got his head into her tight channel. “Christ,” he muttered, the veins in his neck straining. “You okay?”
“Brennan—” She drew in a sharp breath when he went in a little deeper, only now realizing how much he was expanding her. That piercing… She couldn’t decide if he was hurting her or not. It felt as if he couldn’t go further, like he’d hit a wall.
“Shh, lass,” he soothed, nibbling a sensitive spot on her neck.
She rolled her hips in response, momentarily forgetting that he was attempting to be gentle. She was burning with frustration, wanting to participate in the worst way. “Please, just go all the way.”
Sighing, he held her face in his hand and went right to the hilt in one, smooth thrust.
“Ah!” she exclaimed. She was so full, so stretched. The pleasure/pain threshold was blurred. “Keep going,” she panted in his ear, “let me get used to you.”
He began slowly, retreating a little and sliding back home, over and over. Cinnia twined her legs around his and copied his motion, loving the low growl he gave in return. She tilted her hips up for a better angle and cried out. His piercing was rubbing her inner walls.
“You’re gripping me so hard,” he moaned.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
“Lass, it feels fucking good. It’s killing me to move so slowly.”
“Then go harder,” she said. “I want it harder.”
He slammed into her; she screamed. She whined once he pulled out, only to shriek like a banshee when he was sheathed again. The process repeated and, each time, she wanted even more. She clung to him, her fingers gripping his hair and her nails digging into his back.
Their mouths fused together. Their tongues danced as frantically as their bodies. She hadn’t thought that she had another orgasm in her, but felt it flower all over again. He must’ve sensed it, because his pace increased and became downright brutal. She loved every second of it.
She pulled out of the kiss to breathe, to watch him come undone. His pupils were dilated, darkening his eyes in a sexy way. His lips were bruised and swollen—no doubt as much as hers were—and his face, for once, was red.
“Jesus, Brennan!” she yelled as she tipped into an earth-shattering orgasm. “Fuck!”
He slowed down, letting her enjoy the moment, and shuddered in her arms. “Christ, Cinnia,” he groaned, his erection twitching and his seed filling her. He collapsed on her and breathed heavily, like he’d just run a marathon.
She closed her eyes and stroked his back, which was covered with little bumps where her nails had gripped him. Everything felt so right in this moment. She was happy that he’d convinced her to come back, and that he had reassured her along the way. There was no way she would ever return to the city, not after having this.
“Fuck, I’ve never had sex like that,” he whispered, shifting his weight so he could kiss her shoulder. His hand slid down her waist to her hip and around, to grip her ass. “You’re something else.”
She grinned like the Cheshire cat. “I forgive you for making me wait,” she teased.
“If I’d known this was what it would take for you to forgive me, I would’ve done it a long time ago.” He lifted his head and gazed at her, love exuding from every atom of his being. “Then again, I don’t think I would’ve appreciated it as much at the time.”
“You never know what you’ve got until it’s gone, and all that,” she agreed, stroking the side of his face. “By the way, I can’t believe I don’t mind your cum.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Is that why you were so worried about me not using condoms?”
“Yes.”
“You should’ve—”
“Brennan, I don’t mind it,” she interrupted. She giggled. “Damn, that felt good.”
“The sex, or talking over me?”
“You’ll never know!”
He laughed and turned on his sid
e, pulling her along to ensure he wouldn’t slip out of her. “You know,” he began, softly running his fingers over her skin, “whenever I fantasized about us being together, I didn’t think we’d be so comfortable, post-coitus.”
“So, would you prefer to roll over and play dead?”
“Hell no.” He rubbed their noses together and smiled. “I love you, Cinnia.”
Her heart constricted and she gave him a kiss. “I love you, too.”
“That’s a relief.”
“It’s amazing how sex can save a relationship,” she said jokingly.
“So true.” He eased out of her. “Did I hurt you?”
“At first,” she admitted. “It got better, though.”
He glanced down at his crotch and all mirth faded from his features. “You’re bleeding.”
“Brennan, I’m fine.”
“Then why are you bleeding?”
“Because you’re fucking big?” she suggested. “I’m not well-used, you know.”
“I guess I should thank that sad excuse for a man,” he murmured, tracing his finger over the blood stains on his cock. “I still get to feel what it’s like to be your first.”
Cinnia rolled her eyes. “God, you’re such a caveman.” She rolled to the edge of the bed and got up carefully. “I need to shower.” She went to the en-suite bathroom, realizing that she hadn’t taken in any of the decorations in his home during their rush to consummate their relationship.
“I’ll join you.”
She opened the taps and glanced over her shoulder, smirking at the dazed look he was giving her ass. “Seen something you like?”
“You tell me,” he answered, gesturing to his member. It was quickly rising to the occasion.
She winced at the thought. “I think I’m going to need recovery time.”
“Fair enough.” He nodded and stepped into the shower, tugging her along. He laughed when she shrieked in protest. “I need a cold one if you’re taking sex off the table, lass.”
“Only for a while,” she soothed. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she nuzzled his chest with her nose. “I really like this, you know.”
Brennan caressed the side of her face and tilted her chin up. “Me too,” he murmured, brushing his lips over hers. “Are you spending the night?”
“That depends,” she teased, “are you letting me go?”
“Hell no.”
She grabbed his sponge and shower gel and began soaping him up. “Then I guess I’m staying. What time do I have to be up to go home?”
“I have an early meeting with the club before work, so I’ll take you to your parents’,” he replied. “When are you finishing with your old life?”
“I’ll do it in the morning. Right now, I want to cuddle.”
He grimaced. “I don’t cuddle.”
“You do when you’re in bed with me,” she corrected him. “And, since I’m the only woman you’re allowed to take to bed, you’re going to be known as a cuddler.” She finished up and pushed him under the spray. “Besides, you look like you have a comfy chest.”
“As long as you don’t tell the guys. I’ll never live it down.”
“Oh please, they probably cuddle their old ladies, too. You’re all a bunch of softies.”
“Take that back,” he said, staring at her with those ice blue eyes.
She pouted. “Or what?”
“Or I’m going to forget that you need to recover and show you how opposite of ‘soft’ I am.”
“Wash me and I might just let you,” she said, handing the sponge over and giving him a saucy wink.
“Fuck, Cinnia, I love it when you’re like this.”
“Good.” She stood on tiptoes to kiss him. “I haven’t been myself in a long, long time.”
Chapter Five
For someone who didn’t like to cuddle, he sure was holding her tightly.
Cinnia woke up with a soft smile on her face and Brennan’s skin heating up her back. She found it amusing how, just one day ago, she’d felt miserable at the mere thought of pretending her way through another day. He might not be a knight on a white horse, but he had saved her by showing up when he did. She wasn’t sure how much longer she would’ve been able to take it.
It hadn’t been easy, ridding herself of the club. Not only had she changed her wardrobe from something that predominantly contained jeans and leather, to something that resembled the corporate suit section of JCPenney, but she also started wearing her hair in a constrictive bun. She had felt totally out of her comfort zone yet, in true hell hath no fury fashion, she’d sucked it up and made it work, until she had convinced herself that she’d changed.
I think the way I fell back into old habits quickly laid that case to rest, she thought with a quiet laugh.
“Hmm,” Brennan moaned behind her.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you,” she whispered.
“I’m glad you did.” His hand slipped to her stomach, pressing her firmly against him. “How’d you sleep?”
“Like a rock,” she said truthfully. She wriggled her butt, loving the feel of his rapidly-hardening member. “Round three, then?”
He chuckled. “Haven’t had enough yet, lass?”
“What does ‘enough’ mean?”
His laughter increased. He kissed her shoulder, his fingers venturing down to the apex of her thighs. “That’s a word I’m hoping you’ll never know the meaning of,” he murmured, grazing her skin with his teeth.
She arched into him, her skin covered in goose pimples. “Do that again,” she breathed.
Brennan obeyed, using his teeth to nip on her shoulder while his fingers parted her lower lips. “Fuck, Cinnia,” he muttered when she moved against his erection, “you turn me on so easily.”
“Ditto.”
“Hook your leg over mine. Ah, that’s it.”
Now he had better access to her core, which suited her just fine. His fingers briefly dipped down to her entrance, to find her damp. He growled in approval, sucking on her skin while he rubbed her clit with her own moisture.
“Fuck!” she exclaimed. She loved the different sensations: he was being brutal to her shoulder, but his fingers were gentle as they slipped into her, only to the first knuckle. Unable to take the tension in her own body, she gripped her breasts, stroking her nipples.
“That’s hot,” Brennan let her know. “Pinch them.”
She did so, just as he circled her clit with a finger. The contrast had her moaning.
“Good, lass?”
“Yes,” she hissed.
“Squeeze your tits.”
His voice, low and husky, turned her on to no end, but teamed with dirty words… She felt like a ball of concentrated nerve endings. Everything he did added to her experience.
She grabbed her breasts greedily and he pressed her clit between two fingers. A jolt went through her, shoving her closer to him. “What now?” she gasped.
“Take over while I get in you,” he replied, spreading her juices around her opening and removing his hand altogether.
Her fingers were trembling as she applied pressure to her clit. “Brennan.”
“Shh, lass,” he soothed. She felt the head of his cock poised at her entrance. His hand clutched her hip. “I’ve got you.”
She cried out when he shoved his hard length into her, inadvertently pinching the bundle of nerves between her legs. She groaned at the effect, pleasure spiking. “So close,” she panted.
Brennan stilled. “Then I’ll wait.”
“No,” she complained, “Brennan, don’t stop!”
“We’re doing this my way, Cin,” he murmured. He nibbled on her earlobe and traced his tongue down her neck. “Stop moving.”
She was shivering violently. “Brennan!”
“Hey, it’s okay.” He slowly thrust into her. “I’m here, lass.”
Her orgasm faded into the background and she nearly wept at the loss. “There better be a good reason for this.”
“You’ll see.
Now, back to your tits.”
She followed his instructions, toying with her nipples while he gently sheathed his cock in her, over and over. The frantic rhythm of her breathing slowed, until she could feel… more. She wasn’t sure if he was doing this Tantric shit on purpose, but it was definitely more pleasurable, contrary to what she’d thought before.
“Slide your hand down to your clit,” he murmured, nipping at the side of her neck. “Hmm, that’s it, lass. Keep it there.”
He changed the angle of his thrusts, that piercing hitting her G-spot. She called out his name, the joint pressure on her clit and G-spot creating an intense feeling. She hardly felt him shift, so he could get his other arm under her to close his hand over her breast. He rolled her nipple between his fingers and pulled.
“Shit,” she whimpered. Her body was incensed, flames licking different parts. His breath on her shoulder, in her ear, was driving her mad with lust. His shallow thrusts made her crave more. His fingers were relentless on her clit.
With every movement, every breath, he brought her back to the height he’d robbed her of until she flew right over the edge.
“Ah!” she yelled. Her body convulsed; her core clenching and releasing around his hard cock. “Oh God!”
Brennan grunted and went deeper, holding her hip so she couldn’t so much as twitch to help. He drove into her. It felt like he was about to burst through her womb. His other hand gripped her breast harshly, pulling her nipple fiercely.
Just as one orgasm ended, another exploded, leaving her paralyzed and mute.
“Fuck, Cinnia!” he shouted in her ear. He shuddered against her, reaching his own climax.
She was only half aware of his sperm filling her up, of his cock jerking in the grasp of her inner muscles. At the moment, it was a struggle to get enough oxygen into her lungs, so she closed her eyes and tried to calm her heart rate.
Who knew holding off on her orgasm would make her come undone so deliciously?