Between the kissing and fondling, I wind up straddling Daire’s lap with his hands sliding underneath my shirt until it’s peeled off. The second my bare breasts are exposed to the cool air, my nipples pebble into hard buds, and the man beneath me grows harder. He wastes no time taking one of them into his mouth and sucking, flicking, and toying with the other until I begin grinding down on him to gain friction where I’m growing wet.
He encourages me, guiding my movements as his teeth nip at my breasts before trailing back up my neck and jaw until we’re kissing again.
The ache is back, settled deep in my core.
For him.
For the person who made me bleed.
Wanting him naked, I tug on his shirt until he helps me take it off him, then undo the button of his jeans and smile at the groan when the hiss of his zipper frees the bulge trapped behind it. His hands go to the waistband of my shorts, sliding in until his palms cup my bare cheeks to give them a squeeze.
Pulling me into him to feel the hardness of his cock, he gives me a sultry grin. “I bet if I moved my fingers an inch I’d feel you dripping for me like you were in my hotel room.”
I swallow my words, fighting off the blush that wants to form in the apples of my cheeks. My thighs tighten around his as I squirm when he tests his theory, his fingertips grazing the seam of my lips to reveal just how turned on I am.
His eyes flare. “I bet you’d come by grinding on my lap while I finger you just like this, wouldn’t you?”
His words all but make me purr as I lean forward and kiss him, urging his fingers to move until his statement becomes more than an empty promise.
I whisper, “Please,” against his lips, which fuels whatever restraint he has left that makes him hesitate. One of his fingers circles my entrance, playing with the fluids caused by his presence—his hands on my body, his lips on my skin, his scent engulfing us. The second his finger enters me I bite down on his bottom lip and cause his hips to surge up until his erection is pressing against me.
I use it to my advantage, rubbing against him until my clit gets the friction it needs from the seam of my shorts as Daire thrusts his finger in and out of me before carefully adding a second. Every time he enters and hooks his digits, I get closer and closer to breaking apart.
And when I do, my head tips back giving him access to bite down on my throat until I’m positive a mark will be left behind like the ones left on my boobs from the first time we were together.
In a matter of seconds, he’s withdrawing his fingers, peeling off my bottoms, and helping me take his off his jeans and green Christmas themed briefs. The same ones with trees on them that I bought him as a joke two years ago.
When there’s nothing between us, I openly gawk at his hard length jutting out and twitching the second I wrap my hand around his base.
“Fuck, baby.” His head drops back onto the couch cushion as I pump him slowly. “Grip it tighter. Yeah, like that. Don’t be afraid, you won’t hurt me. Fu—” His words cut off with another groan as I find a rhythm and watch as the hot shaft in my hand grow and jerk and twitch.
He wraps a palm around mine and makes me squeeze him just under his tip, twisting lightly until cum starts beading from the tip. I can’t tear my gaze away as he helps me get him off, showing me exactly how he likes it.
It’s hot, and it doesn’t take long before he’s muttering and moaning and peeling my hand away until I’m on my back and his body, proudly displayed in all its sculpted beauty, is hovering over me.
“Hook your leg around my waist,” he directs, helping me get it where he commands. One of his large palms stays wrapped around it as the other plays with my clit and makes me squirm until my legs open wider.
He reaches down to grab something from his jeans, hovering over me again with a condom in his grasp. Using his teeth to open it, he takes out the rubber and tells me how to slide it on him until he’s fully sheathed.
Dropping down until one of his forearms is on one side of my head, he grazes our noses and trails soft kisses over my both corners of my lips before taking my mouth. With his free hand, he guides himself to my entrance and slowly pushes in.
Capturing the sharp inhale from me, he twists our tongues until he works himself in.
With one hand back on my leg to keep it around his waist, he pulls back enough to study my pinched features. “You okay?” His question is light as he presses a kiss against the tip of my head as I nod.
He gives me a few seconds to adjust before I squeeze his shoulders and watch him start moving. It’s nowhere near as hard or fast as the first time, or the time after. It’s slow and gentle. I feel him deep, and once the lick of pain eases into pleasure again, I tilt my head back and soak up every thrust that takes him deeper inside of me.
I’m subconscious of laying too still or being too quiet, and I struggle on figuring out where to put my hands.
“Don’t be shy. Put your hands on me. Explore. Pull my hair. Scratch my back. It only makes me want to fuck you harder.” His hot breath against my neck makes me shiver as his hips pick up the pace and start moving faster until our skin slaps loudly.
My hands trail over his shoulders and down his blades until my fingertips run up and down his spine. He shivers and groans, murmuring my name until something inside of him snaps.
And just like he said, he loses it.
He picks himself up until he’s kneeling in front of me, taking the leg around his waist and drawing it up to my chest and jackknifing into me harder until his face and neck are red.
Every time he hits that spot, I see dots in my eyes, but when he asks, “Are you close?” it fades away like an unconscious decision.
I can tell he’s about to come, so I urge him on until he’s biting his lip and gripping my hips until he thrusts once, twice, a third time, before slamming into me and emptying himself into the condom.
Just when I think he’s done, he pulls out, picks up my hips, and buries his face between my legs like he did the first time. Using his tongue and teeth and lips, he brings me to the edge until I’m panting his name and squeezing his head with my thighs until an orgasm crashes into me.
With wet lips, he looks up at me with a deadly, mischievous look on his face. “You better get ready, Addy. I’m not done yet.”
He brushes hair behind my ear as he crawls up my body, trailing kisses up my stomach, between my breasts, all the way until he meets my mouth. He licks my lips, my tongue, and makes me taste myself.
There’s a grin on his lips when he pushes himself up to look down at my sated expression as I lay bared to him. I’m not sure what he’s thinking before I’m flipped over onto my knees, my hands being planted onto the back cushion of the couch as his body comes up behind me.
My cheeks flush. “Again?”
He switches his condom for a new one and positions himself behind me until the head of his cock is probing my pussy again. “You should hold on, babe. This is going to be rough.”
And it is.
Fast.
Hard.
Addicting as hell.
I arch my back as he takes me from behind, drilling into me and grunting as he plays with my boobs, then my clit, until I’m clenching around him.
My legs grow weak as he grips my hips and pumps into me, the sensation from the last orgasm making me supersensitive to the one building rapidly as he pinches my clit.