His tongue is warm, the ball of his piercing erotically touching the inside of my mouth. When I pull my mouth slightly back so I can suck at his lip rings, he issues a groan as his hand sneaks under my shirt.
His fingers leave a blazing trail of fire as they skim up my stomach, reaching my breast. He cups me gently at first, and then moves his thumb over my nipple. My body shudders hard and I gasp into his mouth.
Emboldened by my response, Cillian drops his hand to the button of my jeans. "Last time I did this, you told me to stop. Are you going to do that now, sweet girl?" He's teasing me, daring me to say no.
I think briefly about the fact we’re locked in the storeroom and I have customers waiting for me. But Maureen has me covered, and chances of us being disturbed are small.
"Don't stop," I tell him, insanely needful of something more.
He deftly pops the button on my jeans, and whether he's feeling the pressure of our limited time in here or what, he wastes no time in slipping his hand down the front. His fingers skim under the waistband of my panties and he runs his middle finger over me.
"Oh, God," he murmurs as he sinks one finger into me. "You're so f**king wet."
My head falls back as I feel his finger working inside of me, my h*ps responding to the movement of his hand.
He gives me a swift, hard kiss and looks me in the eyes, his face just inches from mine. "This is going to be fast," he warns. "I'm going to get you off with my hand, because I'm dying to see you come. Right here. Right now. Just for me. Then I'm going home with you tonight, and I'm going to f**k you so hard, you're going to be sore tomorrow. And every time you take a step tomorrow, every time you feel that little sting of pain, you're going to remember that it was me between your legs all night. Are we clear?"
His words are like heroin, or at least what I imagine he**in would be like... dark and addictive. I nod, pulling my bottom lip in between my teeth so I don't scream over the sensations he's creating inside of me.
"That’s my girl. Now wrap your arms around my neck and hang on."
CHAPTER 12
Cillian
When Renner gets off work, we practically run to her apartment, both of us breathing hard by the time we get there. We push our way inside, and then our hands are all over each other. Part of me wants to pull her onto the floor right there, get the bare amount of necessary clothes off, and just hammer my way inside. That's how worked up I've been since our moment in the storeroom a few hours ago.
But I know we have nothing but time and I force myself to be somewhat of a gentleman. In between scorching hot kisses, I'm able to pick her up, walk into her bedroom and I toss her on the bed. Pulling out my wallet, I grab a condom and throw it on the bed next to her. My clothes come off quickly, dropping haphazardly on the floor. She watches me, eyes wide and not the least bit shy as she runs her gaze over my body. If I thought I was hard before, the way she looks at my cock, panting slightly, has me at the breaking point and the blood is hammering in my ears.
I make quick work of her clothing, practically ripping them from her body. When I have her completely naked, I make an attempt at a calming moment to just look at her. She's leaning back on her elbows, her creamy br**sts stuck out with hard ni**les begging for my mouth. I don't think I've seen anything more perfect in my life.
When I run my look up the length of her body, her eyes catch me off guard for just a moment. Up until now, Renner has been almost tentative in exploring our sexuality. But the way she looks at me at this moment, her eyes glittering with desire, I think I may be the one that gets lost in this encounter.
Breaking the eye contact, I pull her legs apart and crawl in between them. Sitting back on my haunches, I reach down and stroke between her legs, triumphant at the way her eyes roll back in her head and a sweet moan meets my ears. She's warm and wet, completely ready for me. Renner reaches her own hand out and wraps it around my dick, squeezing lightly before she starts stroking me. Fuck, but that feels incredible and I throw my head back and close my eyes, just for a moment, while she palms my length.
She has me at a point I've never been with another woman. I feel like an animal without any control, my only purpose to get inside of her. I need to get some measure of control so I reach down and wrap my fingers around her wrist. It's so tiny and pale in my grasp. It's torture pulling her hand away.
"I can't wait, Renner. I need it hard and fast right now, but I promise it will be good." My words come out in a growl, and the tone is unrecognizable to me. She does something to me that makes me something other than what I normally am but I don't have time to worry about it. I have more important things on my mind.
She sucks in her breath hard but nods her head at me, giving me the go ahead to have my way with her. In just a few smooth moves, I have the condom rolled on and I lean over her, pushing at her entrance. Her flesh is so hot—I imagine it practically burning the thin rubber barrier away. I make a tentative push inward and she is small and tight but her wetness eases my entrance. I grit my teeth and close my eyes briefly. When I open them, our eyes slam together and for a brief instant... just a fleeing moment... I want to gather her in my arms and just hug her the way she's watching me. But the moment passes and my primal instinct kicks in.
Watching her face the entire time, I flex my h*ps and push hard, her body opening for me and letting me sink all the way in. She rewards me with a deep moan that has my balls immediately tightening and sweat breaking out on my forehead.