Page 67 of Pucks and Books

That has her moaning just how I want. I swirl my tongue between her lips, grazing her clit, but I want to see it. I want more. I pull back, looking up at her. “Open yourself for me.”

Her breathing is already labored, but I swear it speeds up as she moves her hand down and uses her index and middle finger to expose herself fully to me. “Yes, my love. Just like that. You see what I see?”

She only nods, breathless.

“Fucking beautiful.”

She groans loudly, bucking her hips up, almost as if she is offering herself to me. Unable to resist, I lean in, taking that little nub into my mouth. I suck it hard before swirling my tongue along the bundle of nerves. She arches off the ladder, my name coming from her lips over and over and only making me want to please her more. I slide my thumb in and out of her quickly, no rhyme or reason except to bring her to the edge. I take turns, sucking then licking her pulsating clit until she is coming so hard, she almost falls off the ladder.

I don’t let her, though. I hold her hip as I continue fucking her with my thumb, drawing out her pleasure. I pepper her lower half with kisses as she continues to float on her pleasure cloud, and fuck if I don’t love watching her come. Every single inch of her body comes undone, from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. She shakes and thrashes, my name the only sound leaving her lips. She takes a deep breath, and then her gaze falls to me.

“Fucking. Beautiful,” I tell her, in awe of her as I remove my thumb from her body. I bring it between my lips, sucking it and relishing her taste. “And my favorite flavor.”

Her face burns with a blush, and it pleases me greatly as I shake off my jacket, throwing it to the floor. She watches me, her lips parted, panting as I remove my shirt and then undo my pants while toeing out of my boots. Once everything is in a heap on the floor, I reach for her, bringing her down the ladder and entering her with one hard thrust. We both let out our own sounds of pleasure, mine a loud moan, while Lou hisses and then squeezes my cock in the most glorious way. I’m fully sheathed in her, and even though this isn’t the first time, I wish I never had to move. I wish it were totally acceptable for me to walk around with this gorgeous woman on my cock, because I would in a heartbeat.

As I pull out, I take her by the back of her knee, hooking it over my arm and thrusting up into her once more. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, and she holds on for dear life—though, she doesn’t need to. I have her. Completely. Fully. I always will. Each thrust is harder than the last, and I try to calm down by rutting into her while claiming her mouth with mine. Problem with that is kissing Louisa is sometimes better than sex. Her mouth is a dangerous and beautiful thing. She explores my mouth with her tongue between little breathy sighs that have my balls tight and my cock screaming for her.

I’m gonna blow if I don’t stop kissing her. I pull back, and she traps my bottom lip with her teeth, a playful look swirling with the desire in her eyes. My heart slams into my chest at her beauty as I hiss before I thrust hard into her. She cries out, releasing my lip, and I pull all the way out, just to tease her.

“No, please, Ciaran. I need it.”

I chuckle as she tries to lower herself back onto me, but I don’t let her. “I’ll give you what you need.” I hold her leg tighter in my arm then watch as I slowly guide myself back into her. So slow, it’s almost painful, until I’m fully encased in her sweet, delicious heat. “And you need to come on this cock now, Lou. Come for me.”

She cries out as I move all the way out then slam back into her. It only takes two more thrusts until she’s digging her heel into my ass from where her leg is wrapped around my waist while she bellows my name and comes all over me. I am lost in the pleasure she brings me and how fucking beautiful she is on my cock. How well she takes it so deep and so enthusiastically. Seeing her swollen pink heat split open wide over my thick cock is a sight I would kill for. Fuck, I want more. I want all of her. My fingers bite into her thigh, slamming into her over and over. My balls pull up tight, and heat explodes in my gut before I am the one bellowing her name deep from my soul as I thrust up and fill her with my come. She shakes underneath me, her eyes wild as she clings to me, holding me tight against her.

I can’t breathe. I can’t even think as I pant against her bare chest. I shift to the side, kissing one of her boobs before turning to the other to give it the same love. I press a kiss to the middle of her chest, feeling her heart pounding in her chest just as hard as mine is. I then kiss her throat, her jaw, before her mouth meets mine. I melt into her kiss as her arms wrap around my neck, holding me closer than before. When we part, our eyes meet, and I’m in awe of her. She has truly been such a pillar in my life these last couple weeks. She comes to my games, she cheers for me, and then she’s here when I come home to her.

“I’ll be miserable without you too, Lou.”

Her eyes widen for only a moment before she leans her head into mine. “Good. Misery loves company.” I grin for her, and she returns it. “But don’t let it affect your game, you hear me? I’ll be here when you get home.”

I kiss her nose. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

CHAPTER 41

Louisa

“I’m having dreams again.”

Eliza looks up from where she is eating her bagel, but I ignore her, my gaze on my iPad where my therapist looks back at me. I’ve been with Dr. Shaw since I left the cult, and I adore her. She has helped me heal in ways I never thought would be possible. The last couple appointments I’ve had have been just check-ins since I’ve been great, but I think she knew when I called to move my appointment up that something was up. Something I’m not excited to admit or even recognize, but I’m not sleeping, and I need some insight into why.

Dr. Shaw nods, typing on her keyboard as I wait for her to ask me whatever she needs to. I don’t have to look at Eliza to know she feels a bit betrayed that I haven’t told her what I’ve been struggling with since Ciaran left. In my defense, I haven’t wanted to recognize that I’m not sleeping because of these dreams. I tried to brush them off as a one-time thing, but for the last five days, each night has gotten worse. I don’t understand why I’m dreaming again when I haven’t had issues in over a year.

“What exactly are you dreaming, Louisa?”

I swallow hard, and I know Eliza is watching me. “It’s as if that night is playing on repeat,” I admit, looking down at my hands. I pick at my nails, my heart knocking into my ribs, and I close my eyes. I inhale deeply and let it out in a whoosh as my skin tingles. “I wake up in a cold sweat, and I can’t go back to sleep.”

“When did it start again?”

“The first night my boyfriend wasn’t home.” I open my eyes, and Eliza looks stricken. I send her a small smile and shrug. “I’m fine.”

“Hardly,” she mutters, shaking her head. “You’re dreaming of the guy who almost killed you. That’s far from fine.”

Dr. Shaw agrees. “She’s correct, you know.”

I sink my teeth into my lip as I look down at my hands again. “I don’t know why this is happening.” I exhale through my nose. “Do you think it’s because Ciaran isn’t here? I sleep so well with him, and I know it’s been over a year since I had the dreams. But I feel like it’s odd they’re coming back when he’s not here.”

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