Page 41 of Tasting Sin

Ronan shook his head. “Not anymore.” He cupped my face like he was concerned about reassuring me he was okay. “It was an ugly night,” he said, leaving my hand on him. I traced his scar with my thumb, and I could almost feel the pain it had brought him through the thick tissue.

“I don’t think anything about you can be ugly.” I looked up at him from beneath my lashes, following the lump in his throat when he swallowed. “Is this okay?” I asked, lightly following the scar with my fingers from his ribs to his hips.

He nodded, and I stuck out my tongue, leaning forward. He sighed when I licked the bottom of the old wound, and he held his breath when I dragged my tongue to his ribs, pausing to plant light kisses along the path.

“Nellie,” he groaned when I placed my lips over his heart. I swore I could feel it pounding in his chest like it was my own.

Desperation crawled through my fingertips. “Please,” I said, planting another kiss to his chest. “Let me make you feel good.”

When he just nodded and his ab muscles flexed, I didn’t hesitate. I raked my nails down the front of his chest and stomach to the button on his jeans, working quickly to unfasten them. My hands shook impatiently when I tugged at the zipper and then the waistband. I needed to see the cock that had felt so impressive in the dark at the theater.

His erection bounced free from the restraint of his boxers, and I rolled my tongue over my bottom lip. I closed my hand around the base, running my thumb over each prominent vein while my mouth watered. I stroked his cock from the base to the tip, and I couldn’t wait to trace the same path with my tongue. It was somehow more impressive than it had been at the movie, and when I giggled, he lifted his brow. I shook my head, as if to tell him nothing was funny, before sticking my tongue out and flattening it to show him before I darted forward and licked the glistening drop of precum from the tip. His hands twitched at his side.

When I closed my lips around the head of his cock and sucked lightly, I hummed, and the sound competed with the quiet moan from Ronan. I smiled, instantly wanting more. I needed more. I circled his crown with my tongue, licking across his slit and savoring the taste of his arousal. He wanted it as badly as I did. I could tell by the way his cock swelled in my mouth, by the way his hand instantly moved to the back of my head. He weaved his fingers into my curls, and when he gripped it, it stung just enough at the roots for me to feel it between my legs.

His cock was hard but soft like leather when I pushed my lips down the shaft. There was no way I could fit the whole thing, but I wanted to, and even when I gagged, I wanted to keep going. Ronan didn’t push me. The hold he had on the back of my head was firm, but he didn’t force my head down. Instead, he tugged until I gasped.

“Slow down,” he grunted.

I smirked, pulling my lips from him and sticking out my tongue. I flattened it, looking up at him before I licked over his balls and up the bottom of his shaft, reveling in the feeling of each vein. His head rolled back along with his eyes, and I repeated the action more slowly until he groaned.

I continued to draw my tongue over his cock in slow, even movements. It was like a test for both of us to see who could hold out longer. His grip on my hair grew tighter, but the pain in my scalp became a welcome ache. It was like I could feel his desperation. But when my mouth started to water, there was only so much longer I could go without feeling my lips around his cock again.

I whimpered but grinned when I gave in, closing my mouth around him and bobbing my head. Each time I took him into my mouth, I took him a little further, and when I gagged, I whined. I wanted to be able to take more, not just to feel how he’d stretch my throat, but because I wanted to earn another moan from him—one that would make my legs quiver.

“God damn,” he sighed when I clasped my hand around the base, gently twisting it and meeting my lips when I bobbed. I used my other hand to cup his balls, rolling the weight of them across my fingers. "You have to stop," Ronan groaned, pulling me off him. My stomach sank, and I tried to swallow the embarrassment that swelled in my throat.

"Why? Is something wrong?" My voice cracked, and his smile turned downwards.

"Of course not," he said, pulling me up to my knees so he could kiss me. His lips were soft and tasted sweet, as if I hadn't kissed him just moments earlier. This was different. The way he looked at me was different. "You're amazing. Too amazing."

"Oh." I felt my cheeks getting hotter, and the heat traveled to my chest, carrying the blush with it.

Ronan cupped my cheek in his hand, and I nuzzled against it when I looked up at him. “Lay down.” He pointed to the mattress, brushing his thumb across my cheek before he let go. I rocked onto my back, naturally tucking my legs to me and looking up at him. “What do you want?” he asked in a forceful voice that directly contrasted the almost soft look in his brown eyes.

Then, he drew his finger along my slit, and my mind blanked. What did I want? I didn't know exactly. All I knew was when I looked at this man, I just wanted more. So much more. The want traveled down my core and settled between my legs, and I just needed to feel him inside me again.

“Fuck me,” I whimpered, sucking my bottom lip into my mouth and biting down.

Something snapped in him, and the gentle stare he had been looking at me with was now dark, almost desperate. “I plan to, sugar,” he said, placing his hands on my knees and spreading them apart. He took a deep breath, like he was trying to compose himself. “But I didn't get to take my time with you earlier. I'm going to now.”

I shivered under the trail of his fingertips making their way from my knees and along the insides of my thighs. I couldn’t resist his hold when he pressed my legs to the bed, presenting myself to him. It was vulnerable, and I closed my eyes until I felt his lips on my thigh. He placed on kiss on the right leg before repeating the action on the left, alternating his way up my inner thighs to my mound, where he inhaled deeply.

“You smell exactly as warm and sweet as I expected,” he said in a hoarse voice. “I can’t wait to devour you.”

I started to lean up, resting on my elbow to watch him, but when his mouth closed around my clit and sucked, I dropped back onto the bed with a cry. First, I gripped the sheets, curling them into a tight ball in my hands, but when he flattened his tongue and dragged it over my pussy and back to my clit, my hold went straight to his head. His hair was easy to grasp in my fingers, and I tugged, both overwhelmed by the sensations and desperate for more.

Ronan licked and sucked at my clit, pausing to run his teeth over my lips in between, and all I could hear was the quiet pop of his lips each time he pulled back, followed by my involuntary whine. I couldn’t get enough of him. Even as my body writhed on the bed, I wanted more.

“Ronan, please!” I shrieked when he slipped his fingers into me, curling them into the sensitive spot that never failed to make my legs shake.

He looked up at me, smiling between slow strokes of his tongue and continuing to pump his fingers into me. “What’s wrong, sugar?” he asked between laps at my already overwhelmingly sensitive clit. “Do you want something different?”

I hummed, nodding my head and thrashing against the mattress. “Yes,” I whined.

“Tell me what you want,” he commanded, pressing his thumb against my clit and circling it. I cried out, thrusting my hips against his hand. “You have to use your words. Say it.”

I lifted my head and looked at him, loose hairs falling in my face. “Fuck. Me.” I emphasized both words, gasping for a breath between them.

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