Just for me.
In my defense.
To keep me safe.
Shivering at the thought, I clutched at him as he bit my nipple, tugging on it to the point of pain before he leaned forward, pushing me down against the massage table.
When he bowed over me, his lips pressing along the length of me, slipping down my torso, I knew what he was going to do and nearly died as he found that crease that had so fascinated his fingers. He kissed it, brushing it with his lips and tongue before he delved between my legs.
A shaky gasp escaped me as I stared up at the gym ceiling.
When I woke up, I hadn’t expected this. Couldn’t have expected this. And yet... it felt like I’d been waiting for this moment all my life.
For him to kiss me like this, to touch me, to hold me, to take me, to claim me.
To make me his.
I whimpered when his tongue found my clit, and in contrast to the violence of before, he didn’t bite, but he was ferocious with each gesture he made. He didn’t just flick his tongue against the tiny nub, he devoured me. Eating me up in a way that made me think he’d spent a lifetime ravenous.
A scream escaped me when two fingers were thrust inside me, spearing me wide open as he scissored them apart, filling a space that had needed him for so fucking long. I hadn’t been celibate, but by God, I might as well have been. With his hand, he’d done more for me than some dudes had with their entire frickin’ bodies.
Back arching, head falling against the densely packed leather, it felt like my entire being was vibrating as he sucked down on my clit with a hunger that made me want to explode.
I felt him shifting around, moving, but I didn’t care, didn’t give a damn so long as he didn’t stop touching me.
As he sucked on my clit in tangent with thrusting those deliciously thick fingers inside me, I growled as he raked up against the front wall of my pussy. A vibrator was the nearest anyone had ever gotten to my G-Spot, and I pretty much howled when he found it, then metaphorically clutched it and didn’t let go.
"Ohmigod, Ohmigod, Ohmigod, Ohmigod, Ohmigod, Ohmigod," I howled, and my heels dug into his shoulders, which had me whimpering because I’d forgotten about my sore ankle, but the pain entwined with the pleasure because, holy fuck, what kind of magic was this?
Energy reverberated around my insides like someone had dropped an atomic bomb in my womb, and when I came it was as if the whole world collapsed around me. As if the floor sucked me in, pulled me out of this reality and into some other place where darkness was the go-to hideaway.
Except, this darkness had lots of glitter.
Lots of rainbows and unicorns and leprechauns.
Of course.
Leprechauns.
It took an Irishman.
Maybe there was even a pot of gold somewhere around here.
Or could be that was between my legs.
I squeezed him so hard with my thighs that I had to admit if he survived, it was another miracle, but he didn’t complain, didn’t struggle.
The Five Points didn’t make a man a pussy, he just rode it out with me, through me, helping me realize what it was about Aidan that I’d always appreciated. That, even though I barely knew him, I’d recognized inside him.
He was a force to be reckoned with.
An earthquake inside a hurricane.
No matter what I threw at him, he’d never break. He’d never bend. He’d always take it.
And I needed that kind of fortitude.
I’d always needed that.
He wouldn’t disintegrate into a million pieces if I got sassy, if I revealed that I didn’t agree with him, nor would he be disgusted if I admitted that the things he did intrigued me. He’d stay the course, butting heads with me every fucking time. Not letting me get away with shit.
It was why I’d mourned him, I realized now.
I’d known what we could have together. How perfect we’d fit one another.
Before I could come down entirely, I felt him thrust into me. It was what had me opening my eyes to look down where we were now joined. I saw that had his attention too. Him so goddamn thick and long, and me just conceding defeat to all those delicious inches.
Sex had never felt like a surrender, but right now? It felt like the best kind of forfeit. I’d acquiesce to any-damn-thing he wanted if he just wouldn’t stop.
"I’m not stopping. I’m not going anywhere," he growled, making me realize I’d pleaded with him out loud. "This is my pussy," he snarled, and didn’t I just melt into the massage table beneath me? "No fucker else is going to fill it but me, do you hear me?"
My eyes narrowed, tunneling into slits, and though I was probably insane, I snapped, "Takes more than one orgasm to stake a claim on me."
He made a growling noise, like some kind of beast, and I moaned at the loss of his control. As much as I loved his stalwart nature, I wanted nothing more than for him to feel as out of control as me. Why should I be the only one lost to the maelstrom? Where was the fairness in that?
Aidan grabbed my legs, hauling them high against his chest, not stopping until they were flat against his torso. The move sent him even deeper inside me, until I felt like his dick was butting my gag reflex from upside down. Then, he parted them again, making me realize he was shifting around to accommodate his bum leg, and he moved even closer, popping between them so one of my feet was on either side of his head.
Was I surprised when one hand dropped down to my pussy, and his thumb went to my clit? Nope. Did I get why he rested the other hand on my shoulder? No. Did I howl again, in pain this time, when he clamped down on my calf and bit down? Yes.
I didn’t try to pull away though. Just tried not to fall off the massage table.
I squirmed against him, needing to get closer, needing all of him to be inside me, and that was when he started to drive his hips into me.
"Oh, God," I cried out as he moved hard and fast, dragging me into him with the handhold he had on my shoulder.
He invaded every inch as he impaled me on his cock over and over again. Highly sensitized flesh quivered as he raked them over the coals, not stopping now he’d started.
He growled, tension overtaking the pair of us as he started to rub my clit in earnest, hard enough to make me squeal but not so much that I felt like he was trying to detach it from my body, and when I screamed out my orgasm minutes, hours, weeks later, he wasn’t long behind me.
As he pumped his cum into me, endlessly, tirelessly, I swore to God I felt the heat of him as he filled me full, and I knew, no matter what, as I soared to that glittery dark place again with leprechauns and rainbows and frickin’ unicorns, that I’d fight to get back here again.
I’d lock horns with this stubborn, stubborn man, because an orgasm like this was worth fighting for.
As was, of course, the man himself.
Whether he believed it or not.
Seventeen
Aidan
As I looked at myself in the mirror over the vanity, I knew I’d made a mistake.
But regrets were a part of the life, remorse and fear and guilt too. I wore them all like badges that had been sewn into my flesh. They were points of shame, parts I disliked, but what I hated the most was that I was drawing her deeper into this filthy world of mine.
A world I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy.
In my reflection, I could see her in the shower.