“You need to be able to let go,” she answered. “You need a place where it’s okay for you to not have to do and be everything to everyone. Where you can relinquish control and trust that you’ll be taken care of.”
She didn’t think she was saying the words the way she’d planned to say them but she hoped he understood her intent. “I want to give you everything you want, but in return I’d like to have your trust. At least for tonight.”
For a long moment he simply stared at her as if trying to decide whether she meant it or not—whether he could agree or not. She knew it would be a big step for him. Being in control was a necessary part of Charlie’s life. He couldn’t have run a successful business and raised his siblings otherwise. Giving up that control to her, even in the bedroom, was probably more than he could handle. Yet he needed to let go just as badly as she needed him to trust her to catch him.
She kept her expression open, hoping her eyes could communicate what her words couldn’t. Just when she decided to give up and just let him fuck her stupid, he leaned down to kiss her. “Okay, goddess, tonight I’m at your mercy. What do you want me to do?”
She huffed out a relieved breath. “Just lie back on the pillows. I’ll do the rest.”
He rolled off her, then settled against the mound of pillows heaped against the headboard, his eyes dark and expectant. She straddled him, stretched his arms out, then quickly secured his wrists with the straps she’d attached to the headboard.
He lifted a brow. “Now I see why you didn’t want me to have an advance peek,” he said, flexing his arms to test his bonds. “Is this pleasure or punishment?”
“It will be what I decide to give you,” she said sternly, lifting away from the distraction of his body. “You are mine to tease how I want. If I am pleased, you will be rewarded. Understood?”
His expression grew hazy. “Yes, goddess.”
“If you want to tap out at any time, say cotton candy,” she instructed, slipping off the robe before tossing it to the foot of the bed. The nightie followed, her breasts spilling free. “Understood?”
His gaze lingered on her breasts, her nipples tightening in response to his hungry expression. “Yes, goddess.”
“Good. Now taste me.” She leaned forward, brushing her left nipple over his lips. He caught it eagerly, lapping at her with his tongue, the pull of his mouth sending electric currents of pleasure straight to her sex. The sensation intensified when she guided him to her other breast, the warmth of his mouth spreading heat through her.
She pulled away from him reluctantly, her sex pulsing with need. “Your mouth is dangerous in more ways than one, Charlie O’Halloran.”
He gave her a cheeky grin. “Come sit on my face and I’ll show you just how dangerous my mouth can be.”
Drawn by the promise in his gaze, she actually shifted forward only to catch herself, bracing her palms on his chest. “Stop distracting me, or I won’t give you what you want.”
“I want to taste that sweet pussy of yours.” He waggled his brows at her. “Are you going to give me what I want or not?”
“Yes.” She sank her nails into his chest, just enough to make him hiss. “But not if you keep distracting me. So I guess I’ll have to distract you.”
She nipped at his bottom lip. He responded with a soft groan, making her smile. Taking her time she nipped her way down his chin and throat to his chest, biting kisses that allowed her to taste him and leave her mark on his skin. With turnabout being fair play, she flicked her tongue across his nipples, relishing his reaction from each sucked-in breath to softly uttered curse.
Her sensitized nipples skimmed over the planes of his abdomen as she meandered down his body, removing the pajama bottoms so that she could trap his cock in her cleavage. The hard length of him burned into her soft skin but she cupped her breasts together and rocked, sliding his erection against her décolletage. His hips thrust up, his abs contracting beautifully as he began to plunder her cleavage.
“Siobhan,” he ground out, his expression tight with lust. “God, woman, that feels . . . good.”
“Maybe I can make it feel even better.” She scrunched down enough to swirl her tongue over the plump head, teasing the slit with gentle swipes. He groaned his approval, body arching upward in a physical demand for more. More she gave, taking him into her mouth. Losing herself in the sensual exploration, she licked and suckled along his shaft, his balls, the soft skin behind them until he writhed beneath her, her name a constant refrain on his lips.
She came up for air, smiling at the blissed-out expression he wore. “Still with me, birthday boy?”
He gave a breathless chuckle. “Mostly.”
“I know I said I’d keep you from making decisions tonight, but there’s something you need to decide.”
“What’s that?”
“You get to choose how you want to come. I can keep working you with my mouth or I could tit-fuck you until you give me a pearl necklace. I could ride you until you flood my pussy, or . . .” She let her voice trail off.
He focused on her. “Or what?”
“Or I could have your cock replace this.” She turned around then bent over, giving him a clear view of her ass.
“You’re wearing an anal plug.” His voice was deeper than she’d ever heard it. “Have you had that in all night?”
“I put it in after my shower,” she told him. “I’ve been practicing every day for a couple of weeks, and I did some prep work for tonight.”
“You’ve been planning this for a couple of weeks?” His cock jerked in her hand, a dollop of pre-come beading on the tip. “You’ve been walking around wearing a butt plug for the last couple of weeks?”
“Yes. I wanted our first time to be easy, if you decide that’s what you want.”
“God.” He thumped his head against the pillows. “You’re gonna be the death of me, woman. At least I get to come when I go.”
“So which will it be?” she asked, even though she already knew the answer. “How do you want to come?”
The look he gave her told her how ridiculous he thought her question. “You know what I want. I want to fuck your beautiful ass, fuck you until I come and fill you up.”
She shivered, loving the crude words, the roughness in his voice. Anticipation gripped her as she reached into the nightstand drawer to gather everything she needed. Watching his features, she stroked warming lube onto his cock, pleased when he whispered a curse and pushed himself into her hand.
He grinned when she held up the vibrating cock ring so that he could see it. “I like the way you take control, goddess.”
“I certainly hope so,” she said as she stroked the thick ring down his engorged cock. “Are you ready for the main event?”
“I’m ready if you are.” His ab muscles stood out in stark relief as he tensed. She stood, her gaze locked to his as she reached to remove the plug.
“Wait.”
She paused in surprise. “What?”
“I want to know,” Charlie said, his voice the consistency of gravel.
“Know what?”
“Did you masturbate while wearing it?”
Her breath caught, but Charlie’s intense gaze demanded an answer. “Yes.”
“Show me. I need to see.”
Heat flushed her skin, her breath shallowing as lust rose. Her hand skated down her belly to her sex. Charlie’s eyes tracked her movements, his lips parted, his cock so fully aroused it looked painful.
Her eyes slid closed as her fingers parted her sex, stroking over her clit. She gasped at the electric sensation, ramped higher by knowing that Charlie watched her. She was so wet and needy for him.
“Goddess.”
Her eyes snapped open. “Yes?”
“Did you fuck yourself with it?”
“Yes.”
“Did you enjoy it?”
Staring at him, her nipples painfully tight, her body on the brink, she answered with an honest whisper. “Yes.”
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adboard rattled as the restraints thwarted his attempt to grab her. The hungry gaze and low growl of need caused her nipples to bead up and her sex to juice even more. She focused on the loose straps draped around his wrists and realized he’d topped her from the bottom, so smoothly she hadn’t noticed or minded.
“I’d lie in bed, on my back,” she told him, keeping her voice hushed. “I would push it in, imagining that it was you filling me in a slow, smooth glide. Once it was in all the way, I’d imagine you ordering me to stroke myself. I would but then I’d realize it wasn’t enough, so I’d have to ride the plug. But then . . .” Her voice faded.
“Then what?” he demanded.
“Then I needed more, so I’d put a condom on the vibrator, wishing it was you. Needing it to be you.”
“I need it too, sweetness. Give us what we both want. Give us what we both need.”
She clambered onto the bed, facing away from him to straddle him. Bending over, she reached back to remove the plug from her well-oiled rear. Charlie groaned, his tone somewhere between pain and plea. Not wanting to delay any longer, Siobhan reached between her thighs, wrapped her fingers around Charlie’s thick erection, and guided it to her back opening.
He was so hot and thick that she momentarily wondered if she’d adequately prepared. At least he wasn’t trying to help her by thrusting, instead allowing her to control the sensual invasion. Pressure as his cock head stretched her then breached. Blowing out a breath, she sank down on him in measured increments until she was fully seated.
“Siobhan.” He groaned, shuddered. “God, sweetness, you’re so hot and tight.”
She glanced over her shoulder to find him fixated on where they joined. His blissful expression made her smile. She wasn’t close to being done with him.
She rocked against him then leaned forward, knowing she gave him a perfect view. Knowing also that her position made it easy to stroke his balls as she rode him. He groaned his approval, gently thrusting up to match her rhythm.
Then she turned on the vibrator in the cock ring.
Charlie shouted, the headboard hitting the wall as he bucked. “Don’t move! For the love of Pete, don’t move.”
Siobhan froze. “You okay?”
“Trying not to come,” he ground out. “Trying to think about taxes, promo campaigns—anything but your sweet ass gripping my cock.”
She remained still until his choppy breathing evened out and his thighs relaxed beneath her. Only then did she begin to ride him again, pleasure shooting sparks through her each time she bottomed out against the vibrating ring. Focused on his satisfaction, she balanced on one hand, using the other to cup and stroke his balls, the soft skin behind, and beyond. Tension gathered in his thighs again, his breath breaking and choppy as she rocked on him, determined to propel him to ecstasy.
“Siobhan.” His voice was a hoarse rumble. “I need, I need—”
“What?” She sank onto him, turned enough to look at him over her shoulder. “What do you need, Charlie?”
“My hands free. So I can make sure that it’s good for you too.”
Even when it was supposed to be all about him, Charlie had to make sure she was okay too. Her heart melted. “Okay.”
He pulled his hands free of the restraints—she’d kept them loose more for the show of restraining him than the actuality—wrapped his hands around her waist, then rolled her until she lay facedown on the sheets. Still throbbing thickly inside her rear channel he pushed her thighs farther apart until she crouched on her elbows and knees. Draped over her like a living blanket, he began to move inside her, one hand teasing her nipples while the other plundered her empty pussy, his thumb swirling over her slick nub. The vibrations from the ring at the root of his cock rippled through her each time he bottomed out and circled his hips, and oh, didn’t that do wonderful things.
She moved with him, lost to the rhythm, lost to sensation, lost to him. Good, so good that she couldn’t hold back, couldn’t silence the mewling noises, couldn’t stop the orgasm that skittered up her back like water droplets on a hot skillet and burst from her on a long groan, her sex clenching with pleasure.
Her name broke from him like a curse as he shuddered. His arms tightened around her and he began to drive into her all the way out then back in, taking her from empty to full over and over. She tightened around him, desperate whimpers clawing up her throat in counterpoint to his ragged breaths. Faster, faster, and then his nimble fingers pinched her clit. She screamed as her brain short-circuited, her body clamping down. She heard Charlie’s guttural groan as his orgasm hit him, flooding her. He ground against her, milking every drop, then carefully eased out of her before collapsing on his back beside her.
When they could move again, they made quick work of cleaning up, then extinguished the candles before returning to bed. Charlie pulled her back against his chest, spooning her. One big hand splayed across her belly with a sweet possessiveness that thrilled her. It made her feel as if she belonged, belonged to him. That he would care for her and protect her no matter what.
His fingers traced nonsensical patterns on her skin and she realized he was still awake. “You’re still awake?”
“Yeah. Just thinking.”
She tensed. “It wasn’t too much was it?”
“My beautiful girl,” he murmured, his lips grazing her ear. “You—that ring thing—I’ve never come that hard and long in my life. This whole day was exactly what I needed. Best birthday present ever.”
His hand grazed her hip. “Are you okay though? I tried to go easy but you clamped down on me and my brain exploded.”
Relieved, she turned in his arms to kiss him. “I’m good. I’m glad I could make you happy.”
“You make me happy all the time. Every damn day.”
“Good to know, since you make me happy too.” She sighed against his chest. “What you do for me, what you give me—I can never thank you enough. That you do it because you want to, because you like to, that makes it even more special.”
“When you say stuff like that, it makes me think—” He broke off with a shake of his head. “Never mind.”
“What?” She rested her palm over his heart. “Makes you think I want you? That I’m falling for you? Well, you’d be right. I wouldn’t tell you though, so I won’t have to hear you say I told you so.”
“Are you?” His question was a low whisper in the dark. “Falling for me, I mean?”
“No. I’m way past that.” She kissed his chest, right over his heart, then tilted her face to his. “I love you, Charlie O’Halloran.”
For one sharp moment he froze. Then he pounced, covering her body with his. Breath whooshed out of her just before he claimed her lips in a kiss that seared her synapses. Before she could register the need for air, he’d kissed his way down her body as she’d done his earlier, his touch gentling as he reached her sex.
Her thighs automatically parted for him, wanting what he wanted, needing what he needed to give her. She drew her knees up and back, offering herself to him just as freely as she’d offered her heart. He thanked her with kisses and deep strokes of his tongue, sending her up, up and over. When she trembled and gasped his name he relented, but only long enough to fit himself to her entrance.
In the darkness she couldn’t see him, but she didn’t need to. She cupped his face in her hands as they kissed, tongues dancing and sliding in counterpoint to their bodies. With a roll of his hips, he hit all the right spaces, making her sing and cry and moan his name. Hooking her ankles behind his back, she rocked against him, swelling with love, swelling with pleasure until she burst, taking him with her.
TWENTY-FOUR
Charlie watched Siobhan sleep, so deeply peaceful he didn’t want to awaken her. Sunlight spilled through the large window, flowing across the bed. It caressed her golden hair, giving her a halo. His angel. His goddess. She was everything he hadn’t dared hope for, everything he’d dreamed of those few times when he could push aside the guilt of wanting something for
himself. Someone for himself, who’d take care of him for a change.
God. A shudder swept through him. How had she known—how had she read him so thoroughly, uncovered something he could barely admit to himself, and only acknowledge deep in the night, when he was completely alone with his thoughts?
Some days he was just fucking tired of the daily grind of managing his company, of bearing the thousands of responsibilities for his employees and his siblings. He did it because he wanted to, because he had to, and because he gave orders far better than he followed them. When his world had spiraled out of control eight years ago, he’d had to take control in order to keep his family intact. Discovering his inner control freak hadn’t been a bad thing, it had actually been just in time. Without tapping into that need to control, to be in charge, he would have lost everything.
But now . . . now there were days when it was almost too much. When he wished that he could ease his vise-grip on control and just let someone else be in command for a change, let someone else make the decisions. Let someone else take care of things, take care of him, for just a little while. Because he had balls he couldn’t share that, couldn’t confess that desire because that would make him appear weak and real men don’t do weak, they just swallowed down the bullshit and tried not to choke.
Somehow Siobhan had known. As promised, she’d given him what he’d wanted and needed. Then she’d put the cherry on that perfect sundae by telling him that she loved him.
He closed his eyes as the knowledge washed over him. Last night Siobhan had given all of herself to him without hesitation. Even caught in the passion and the explosive sex as he’d been, he’d noticed the difference, noticed the openness. Felt the connection that had deepened between them. She was a part of him now, filling up all the empty spaces he hadn’t realized he had.
He wanted her and he needed her. He couldn’t go a day without seeing her, touching her, kissing her. It scratched the edge of obsession but he didn’t care. Having her in his life made every bad moment that had come before worth it.
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