Felicity didn’t know exactly what had come over Cian but she didn’t intend to complain. She’d half expected him not to follow her to her room, which had made her spine stiffen with frustration. In all her years of living on the run, she’d never propositioned a one-night stand before. Why couldn’t it go as simply for her as it did for other women? Shouldn’t he want to fuck her? Didn’t men, as a rule, look to get laid all the time?
Here she was, reasonably attractive and ready for him. He’d practically turned her down.
Although it had worked out, because now he pushed her against the wall and took her with his mouth as she wanted him to take her with his cock. The man kissed as if he meant business. His tongue danced with hers, in and out of her mouth. They both gasped for air in between kisses, not wanting to give up the embrace, to alter the moment or to stop.
He tugged at her shirt until he’d pulled it from where it was tucked into her pants. Seconds later he squeezed her breast beneath the fabric of her shirt. She closed her eyes and moaned. Her boobs were sensitive, much more so than usual. Or maybe it had to do with her crazy attraction to Cian. Her whole body buzzed with wanting him.
She grabbed on to his clothing. Off. It needed to be removed, and fast. She wanted to feel his skin beneath her fingers. There was just something so different about him, something she couldn’t identify but which she craved. They only had a few moments together—she’d take all of him she could have.
“Slow down.” He licked the side of her face and she shuddered. He’d done it earlier, near her ear. She’d not thought she liked that particular sensation but when he’d done it earlier her core had all but exploded.
“Why?” She curled her fingers on the back of his neck. “Fast is fun.”
“Slow is better.”
He hoisted her up until her feet were off the floor. Wow, she didn’t qualify as a lightweight and he had picked her up as if she weighed nothing. How strong could he be?
The side of his mouth raised in a half-smile. “Wrap your legs around my waist.”
She did as he instructed even though she didn’t quite know why he wanted her to do so. “We’re still dressed.”
“Trust me, banphrionsa.”
Usually sex turned out to be nothing more than a few hot sweaty minutes that left her breathless and somewhat unsatisfied. This experience already qualified as…different.
He ground against her and she gasped, closing her eyes. Even though they still remained dressed, a jolt of pleasure traveled from her womb all the way up her spine.
“I want you really, really wet for me.” He breathed in her ear and she shuddered.
Cian kissed her again as he pushed his hard length against her. God, if he could turn her on that quickly still dressed, what would it be like when they got their clothes off?
He ran a hand over her shirt, finding her nipple beneath the fabric. He pinched it and she wrapped her legs even tighter around him. She moaned. When had her breasts gotten so sensitive? What was this man doing to her?
In two seconds, he’d whirled around and carried her over to the bed. She blinked. “How did you do that so fast?”
“I’m strong.”
“Obviously.” Her mind struggled with the speed of his movements, but only for a second, because then he kissed her again, this time using his other hand to tug her shirt over her head.
She smiled up at him before she traced the side of his face. “Oh? So you get to make me naked but I don’t get to strip you down?”
“Not yet.” He shook his head. “The second I’m undressed I’m going to be inside you and I’ll be lucky if I last a minute with how much I want to fuck you, banphrionsa.”
“You said that before. What does it mean?” She liked the sound of it. If it turned out he’d called her something awful or gross she’d be really disappointed.
“It means princess. You’re as beautiful as any I’ve ever seen. More so, if you want to know the truth.”
“Sweet words.” Her throat felt thick. Affection didn’t come easily for her and she couldn’t remember the last time she’d received any.
He tugged at the front of her bra, undoing the clasp. Her breast spilled out and, although it shouldn’t be possible, Cian’s dark eyes turned a shade closer to black.
“You have the most perfect breasts I’ve ever seen.”
“I—” She didn’t know what she would have said because he never gave her the chance to come up with anything. Cian’s mouth came down on her breast and after a second of licking her skin, he took her nipple into his mouth. She gasped as he bit down on the taut bud.
Her hands grasped at his hair while he suckled her. He raised his head to look her in the eyes. “I could feast on you forever.”
“I wish you would.”
A smile crossed his face. “If only wishes were granted I would make sure that one came true.”
“I want to touch your skin. I want to feel you everywhere.” Did he intend to make her beg?
Cian pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his sculpted body beneath his clothes. Well-defined abs and a chest with just a whisper of dark body hair cried out for her to stroke, to trace, to own. She indulged in her desire and let her hands roam his torso.
“You said I’m beautiful? Have you looked at yourself?”
“No.” He shook his head. “Not really, for a long time. I’ve been otherwise preoccupied. But if you find me that way, then I am glad. I wish to be as appealing to you as you are to me.”
No way, no how could she be as sexually attractive as he was. But if he needed glasses or something, she didn’t intend to correct his perception of her. She sat up, pressing their torsos together. Her skin tingled where it touched his.
“You really don’t look at yourself? Isn’t that what men do when they know how buff and godlike they are?”
“Lately, for as long as I can remember, I’ve been feeling really old. Tonight, with you, it’s as if I’ve regained my youth all of a sudden.”
His youth. How old could he possibly be?
“And I do want to talk to you. I want to hear all about you. But right now what I want is to ravish your body. One delicious lick at a time.”
“Maybe I should have asked this earlier, but it only occurred to me now. I realize I’m the one who basically initiated this whole thing…”
He brushed the hair away from her face. “What’s wrong?”
“Do you have a condom?”
His face fell. “Ah…no. I mean, I guess I hadn’t thought about it. I don’t have anything—well not anything you could catch—and as for pregnancy…”
She interrupted him. “Hold on. I’ll get one.”
“Do you mean to go to the store?”
She shook her head, jumping off the bed. In a few seconds she’d collected her clothes. “If there is a condom in this hotel, I will be right back with it.”
“What?” He stood up and she drooled. Yes, she needed to hurry, to get back to the hot man she had in her room waiting for her. “If a condom can be found somewhere in this hotel, I will find it and bring it right back. Trust me, I’m good at this kind of thing.”
She’d steal some out of the room of the people who were staying next door. They’d been all over each other, making out, when they’d left the room earlier. She’d scoped them as potential hits. Neither had worn a wedding ring. Felicity would bet good money they had a rubber in there somewhere.
Doors in hotels were the easiest break-ins ever. It didn’t matter if they were key card entries or old-fashioned doors, security in hotels sucked. She’d not intended to rob the patrons of Castle Tullamore but a girl had to do what a girl had to do to get laid by the hot man in her bed.
She knocked lightly on the door even though she felt certain no one remained inside. After a pause, she smiled. Empty room, easy lock. Before she proceeded any further, she tried the door. It amazed her how often people left their doors open or slightly ajar. She shook her head. Take a moment, make sure it actually latched. It took t
hree extra seconds.
In this case, the couple had successfully closed their door. Two points for them. She pulled a rubber band out of her pocket, and a screwdriver. A quick glance over her shoulder confirmed that no one was approaching. With a flick of her wrist, she jammed the screwdriver up the slit where the key card belonged. Within a few seconds, she’d loosened the door enough that she could open it slightly.
The rubber band always took a little bit more time. The maneuver called for a little finesse instead of the jam-and-pull of her trusty screwdriver. Her stepfather had taught her how to do this after one of his drunken binges in Chicago had left them with nowhere to stay and no money. An empty hotel room had been so inviting she’d have done anything to get inside.
Billy, her step-father, had been too drunk to handle the rubber band himself but her own steady hands had followed his instructions and they’d had a warm night’s sleep out of the snow and wind for that night.
Well, some tricks were handy even when she hadn’t planned on using them. With her thumb and forefinger, she attached the rubber band to the chain-link on the inside of the door. Slowly she tugged and the latch gave way. The door opened with no more trouble.
She smiled. As much as she hated her lifestyle, always running, always worried, occasionally getting caught, the thrill of an easy break-in still made her grin like the first time she’d done it. Of course, then her smile had been because her stepfather wouldn’t beat her that night if she successfully accomplished the feat.
With a few strides she entered the room, which looked exactly like her own, and made her way to the bed. Sure thing, next to the king-size headboard lay a box of condoms. She covered her mouth when she giggled, not wanting to make any noise in the room. The couple certainly had the intention of using a lot of protection. Good for them.
She grabbed five. If she needed more, and her car got fixed, she’d go buy more, but five seemed like a lot for one night considering she still hoped to walk the next morning.
Felicity ran back into her room, pausing only to hear the telltale click of the other door latching behind her. Just because she’d broken into the strangers’ hotel room didn’t mean she wanted to leave them vulnerable to other people’s assaults.
Cian stood by the window looking out. “I take it you were successful.” He didn’t turn around but she could hear amusement in his voice.
“I was.” She rubbed the condom packages between her fingers. “Five of them.”
He turned around with a grin on his face. “And you broke into the room next to yours to get them.”
“How did you know?” Her heart rate picked up. As much as she felt drawn to Cian beyond the way she’d ever felt about anyone before, she didn’t really know him. Would he turn her in? Should she run? Would he…
“Maybe I’m psychic.” He walked toward her and pulled her into his arms. “You’re nervous. Do not be. I am not one to judge anyone else for anything. Believe me. Your sins are minor in comparison to things I have seen. I worried only for your safety.”
“Let’s just say you didn’t have to worry. I have a certain skill set. I don’t really want to get into it.”
He kissed the top of her nose. “Then we won’t talk about it anymore.”
Instead he ripped the shirt off her body. She gasped, looking down at herself. “How did you do that?”
“I told you. I’m strong. And now I’m also very, very impatient.”
She took a step back, excitement pouring through her veins. She knew she should focus on the fact that he’d torn her clothing. A cotton shirt. It couldn’t have been easy to do so, yet he’d hardly moved at all while he tore it from her skin. Her panties had gotten even wetter and her body threatened to melt into a puddle on the floor.
“Don’t tear off my pants.” Could he rip denim?
He pointed at them. “Take them off, then. Now.”
She unzipped her pants and quickly, with shaking hands, slid them down her legs.
He took her unsteady palms in his. “Do you wish to stop?”
She shook her head. “Excitement and a little bit of nerves are warring inside me. But I don’t want to stop.”
Cian pulled her close against him. “I like the excitement part but not the nerves. You broke into a hotel room without a second thought. I don’t want you to be more nervous about this than about committing illegal acts.”
She shook her head. “I broke into a hotel room. Clearly, I want this too.”
“Good.”
He stepped out of his pants and she gasped. His hard length pushed through his briefs. She stared at it, her mouth watering. Cian had muscles to spare and a cock to match.
“Wow. You’re…”
He kissed her. “You’re going to make me blush if you say anything about it.”
Cian pushed her down on the bed, his body coming over hers. With one finger, he slipped her panties down her legs. She shivered. He’d not done anything out of the ordinary, short of destroying her clothes, but she’d never felt so seduced. It had to be the look in his eyes, staring down at her, the fire within them. She couldn’t read minds, she might be misinterpreting him entirely, but it seemed as if his total attention fell on her in a way she’d never experienced before.
She reached up and cupped his cock through his briefs. He groaned and she grinned, pulling off his underwear as she did. Moving her hand, she got a feel of skin instead of fabric. Cian’s cock pulsated with warmth and moisture. She longed to get it inside her pussy.
He reached down and slipped his hand inside her core. She closed her eyes. Yes. She needed this, and not just sex in general. Felicity craved Cian. His hands, his mouth, just…him.
“You are so warm.” He took her nipple into his mouth and sucked.
She arched beneath him. Yes, she did feel warm. She felt hot, sticky, wet and desperate.
“I want more than just your finger inside me.”
He raised an eyebrow. “And believe me, I want to be in you more than anything, but I want you ready for me, banphrionsa.”
“I’m ready.”
Cian shook his head, some of his brown hair falling into his eyes. “Almost.” He scooted down the bed and positioned himself near the entrance to her core. “I have to taste you. I’ve been dreaming about it.”
Something about his words struck her as funny. How could he have been dreaming of her? They’d met hours earlier. Still, it was probably nothing more than a slip of the tongue in the heat of the moment.
She couldn’t think about it, anyway. Not when he pressed his tongue inside her pussy and started to lick. She closed her eyes, a moan slipping from her lips while pleasure radiated from her toes all the way up her spine.
He groaned, his body shuddering against her while his tongue played havoc with her clit. She grabbed his head, urging him on. Yes, she needed this. Cian found her rhythm—not too slow, not too fast—as he made circles with his tongue on the small nub, generating so much feeling inside her that she saw stars before her eyes.
She could feel pressure building up, more and more each second that he taunted her. Pain mixed with the pleasure when he bit down on the nerves, sending her spiraling over the edge. Her pussy wept, moisture pouring from her insides as if a floodgate had opened.
Felicity shook and shivered. When had she last had an orgasm? Certainly never one like that. She saw colors, yellows and golds that danced and swirled in front of her. Finally she fell back into her body, breathing heavily.
“Wow.” She didn’t know what else she could say.
Cian had the look of a man who felt completely satisfied with himself. A raised eyebrow topped his face, a smirk completing the picture of male smugness. “You come so beautifully. I can’t wait to see what you do when I’m fully sheathed inside you.”
She shuddered and her womb clenched. How could she still be so turned on after coming like that? Part of her remained unfulfilled, still needing his hard cock inside her to truly reach completion, even after an orgasm so inten
se she’d practically left her body.
“Are you ready for me now?” He licked the side of her face. “I think you are.”
“I am.” She panted. Felicity had never really cared for licking before but when Cian did it she loved the sensation.
“Good.” He kissed her, thrusting his tongue in and out of her mouth. Their mouths pushed together and he moaned. “Because I am so ready for you.”
Felicity stroked his hard cock. It was hot and slick with moisture. “Condom?”
“Right.” He nodded, an expression of bewilderment crossing his face for half a second. She had no idea what had caused the very brief response. Maybe she’d ask him later. For now, all she desired was two things—one, him sliding his incredibly large, deeply veined member into the sheath that would keep them both safe, and two, him slipping that wrapped-up penis into her pussy as fast as he could.
Cian grabbed the rubber and, with steady hands, tore it open.
“I’m going to have to get you as turned on as I am. If you can do that without your fingers shaking, I might need to stroke you a bit more.”
He shook his head. “If you do that, I’ll come before I’m ever inside you. My hands never shake. It’s just the way I am these days. Believe me, I’m plenty hot for you. Any more heat and I’ll burn this whole room up with desire for your body.”
Cian covered himself with the condom and her mouth watered. While he stood, his erection pointing away from his body, she could really see just how huge his cock had become. Yes, the man who was rapidly making her heart beat only for him because of his gentle ways, had a cock any man would envy. And at least for now he was all hers. Maybe if she got lucky she’d be able to figure out how to extend their one-night stand into something that lasted many nights.Maybe.
Chapter Five
Cian’s heart pumped fast. He wanted to fuck Felicity with a hunger that would make him insane if he didn’t have her soon. The battle with the demon inside him was nothing compared to this fight to control himself.
She had tasted like the morning rain after a dry spell, as if she could make the day anew again. He wanted to lap her up day and night until he sated himself on her.
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