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She rolled her head back, and I kissed the soft skin of her throat.
“Please,” she gasped.
“Please what?”
My lips traveled from her shoulder back to her jaw. I steered her so her back pressed against the wall, because if I fucked her against the balcony, I’d probably fuck us both over the edge. I couldn’t be restrained. Not now. I hiked her dress up and grabbed her thigh, hooking it around my waist. “You want me to fuck you, Joanie?”
Her head rolled back on her neck and she ground against me. “Please.”
“Please? You don’t have to say please with me. There’s no need for please. Just tell me what you want. Say, ‘Kieran, get on your knees for me. Kieran, come here and fuck me,’ and I’m at your service, but I need you to say it.”
Her voice was a husky whisper. “Yes. I want you.”
I pulled her underwear to the side and slid a finger through the heat between her thighs. She was absolutely fucking soaked. A low guttural groan escaped me. Oh, this was on. “Anything you want. I’m completely weak for you.”
Chapter 24
Joanie
Kieran’s hips pushed against mine. His kisses were hot and urgent now, like he was unraveling. I’d lost any attempt I could muster to control this reckless passion driving me the moment his cool hands had slipped under my dress. His finger glided through my folds, parting me and rubbing my clit. A needy whimper escaped me. There was no way to pretend even for a second that this wasn’t the most turned on I’d ever been. He held still, and my hips betrayed me by grinding to relieve the ache where his finger massaged.
This wasn’t me. I didn’t do this. It wasn’t a big deal to me that I hadn’t done this before, but what if my inexperience was obvious to him? Still, I didn’t want to stop what had been put into motion. I’d been waiting for when it felt right, and nothing had ever felt like this before.
He slipped a finger inside of me and the world sharpened to nothing but the moment—my heart pounding in my throat, the heat radiating from him in the cool night air, the spicy scent of his cologne. Good girls get good things. That’s what I’d always believed. I’d spent a lifetime being good. I’d worked hard at school. Never missed a practice session. It didn’t matter. Life didn’t careabout any of those things. Sometimes you jumped in the air for a kick and everything fell apart. I didn’t want to be a good girl tonight. I wanted to be wild and reckless. All that mattered was his finger, curling and teasing inside of me.
The adrenaline pulsing through my veins was a high like I’d never experienced. Not fear, but pure, unadulterated excitement. I couldn’t stop the moans that fell from my lips. Pleasure built up like an electrical storm thrumming under my skin. The tense thread of lust building inside pulled too tight.
What was I doing? We were outside. Granted, it was dark and isolated; even so, this was crazy. This man made me crazy. His hands skimmed my hips as he clawed down my underwear. I fumbled with the button on his shorts, and he yanked them down, followed by his boxers. My back hit the wall, and he lifted my thigh and wrapped it high around his waist. I didn’t have time to look down before he grabbed his thick shaft by the base and lined himself up against the hot throb between my thighs. He dragged the head of his cock through my wetness and began pushing inside.
I swallowed my startled cry. He was thick and solid, like a hot steel rod impaling me. This would never work. He was too big. The stretch as he buried himself was too much.
“OK?” His voice was rough against my ear.
My breath hitched. “It won’t fit.”
He kissed my chin. “Just relax.”
He pulled my thigh higher around his waist, opening me, claiming another inch of me. His other hand gripped my ass, and his fingers dug in as he spread me. Pain seared inside as he eased himself into me. With every sharp stroke he buried himself a little deeper. Before I’d had a chance to adjust to this strange new sensation, he pulled out, and then he was thrusting into me in punishing strokes. The fullness was overwhelming. It burned. As amazing as it felt to be with him like this, it hurt.
His lips crashed down onto mine in a hot, lustful claiming, soothing my cries. Our tongues glided and clashed against each other. A charge of desire scorched through my body, making me feel more animal than human. My whimpers joined the symphony of night creatures that chirruped and hummed in the moonlit courtyard below. I was supposed to be seizing the day. Who would ever look back at their life and regret feeling like this?
His lips grazed my ear. “OK?” He gripped my face with his hands and searched my eyes. “Something’s wrong?”
“It’s good, but can you go slower?”
He pulled out gently, dropped to his knees, and lifted my leg over his shoulder. His tongue touched my clit, probing, sucking, and feasting. The sudden intense change in sensation after his searing thrusts was too much. A cry escaped my lips, and I was so drunk with arousal I couldn’t help but grind against his face, riding his tongue, scraping against stubble.
He didn’t shift his eyes from mine for a second. “Do you like this?”
I raked my hand through his soft hair, pulling him closer. “Yes.”
His enthusiastic tonguing made my knees buckle. It was a relief not to have the searing burn of him inside, but also I was desperate to be full of him again. I’d never felt so empty. I gripped his shoulders, encouraging him to his feet so he’d kiss me again. His mouth crashed down into mine and I tasted myself on his tongue. Gripping my hips, he steered me toward the railing and wrapped my hands around the cool metal. I was so out of my mind, he could have folded me like origami and I would have let him.
He pulled me into position and entered me from behind in one slow, claiming stroke. The sudden fullness when I was so desperate made me cry out. My back arched involuntarily, and he gripped my shoulder, holding me in place. He drew back and began thrusting in a controlled, unhurried rhythm. The slap of my ass against himwith every intense stroke was the most indecent sound, but it drove this wild desire inside.Harder. More.It didn’t hurt as much now. The need to be as full of him as possible was all that mattered.
No one had ever told me that sex would feel like this. This was wild and raw and reckless and nothing like I’d ever imagined. His expert fingers slipped around to my clit, and his gentle massage sparked pleasure deep within my core. My orgasm held me in its merciless grip, suspending me in the moment before a tidal wave, when the sea has receded and there is only calm and an endless stretch of sand.
“You look so sexy right now. This view... oh fuck.” He pulled down my dress straps and my bra. His large hands squeezed my breasts. “You look so good taking my cock.”
