Page 54 of Ruck Me

And I liked what hesaw.

Growing bold under his watchful gaze, I trailed my hand down the length of my body until my fingers skated over that bare, glistening part ofme.

“Fuck yes,” he groaned. “Touch your pussy.”Eoin’s ragged breaths coaxed me on, and as I petted myself with gentle strokes, he asked, “You like itsoft?”

“Yes,” I croaked. “At first.”

“Andthen?”

Can I do this? I wondered as I continued petting my pussy. I wasn’t a dirty talker. Not that I’d ever had a chance to become one, but this was way outside my comfort zone. But one of the things Eoin liked most about me was how fearless I could be, such a marked contrast to his own tightly wound control. Fuck it, I thought. If he wanted me to describe how I got myself off, I was going to deliver the best goddamned monologue he’d ever heard.

“And then when I’m nice and wet, my pussy tingling for you, I slide my finger inside. Just the one.” I opened my legs wider and demonstrated exactly what I meant.

The chair creaked under Eoin’s weight as he shifted, the sound reverberating like a ricochet in the silent room.From my perch, I could see the large, hard bulge in his jeans. “Are you going to touch yourself too?” I asked, my eyes trained on his cock as my mouth watered.

“Not yet,” he answered, his fingers locked on his knees. “Keep going.” The command, lightly spoken, was no less authoritative for its quiettone.

“What if I have something else in mind?” I traced a circle around my nipple until it stiffened into a tightpeak.

“Like what?” he asked, his stare fixed on my breasts.

Crawling onto my knees and scurrying off his bed, I asked, “What if I wanted to touch you?” I dropped to my knees in front of Eoin. Sliding my hands up his strong, muscular thighs, I stopped when my hands framed his straining dick, my thumbs dropping down between his legs. Eoin’s breath sawed in and out of his chest as he fought his desire. Licking my lips, I glanced up at him from between my lashes. “What if I wanted to tasteyou?”

“Aoife,” he growled

“Eoin.”

“You’re playing with fire,” he warned.

“I thought that’s what you liked most about me.” I teased with my words as much as with my caress. “Isn’t that what you said? That you wished you could be more likeme?”

“You’re impossible.” He let out a strained laughed and dragged his hand down over his face. “What am I going to do withyou?”

I sat back on my haunches and tilted my head to study him. “Are you kidding me right now?” I glanced down the length of my nude body then back up to him. “I’m sitting in front of you, completely naked, begging you to touch me, and you’re asking me what you’re going to do withme?”

Exasperated, I shook my head. “For starters, you could touch me. And when you’re done with that, you could fuckme.”

Eoin’s eyes fell closed on a long, slow blink. When he opened them, it was as if his whole face had transformed. Gone was the easy-going boy who liked to joke with me and make me laugh, and in his place was a man holding tight to the reigns of his self-control, a man who looked like he wanted to consume every bit of me until there was nothingleft.

“That’s what youwant?”

I nodded. “Yes, absolutely.”

“There’s no going back from this, Aoife. When it’s done, it’sdone.”

“You think I don’t knowthat.”

He stared at me long and hard, his eyes flicking over my body before coming to rest on my lips. Eoin rose and pulled me up against him, thrusting his hands in my hair and cradling my neck before capturing my lips in a hungry, frenzied kiss. Breaking away almost as quickly as we came together, he nudged me toward hisbed.

When my thighs hit the mattress, he wrapped me in his arms and eased us down until I was flat on my back. With his body half on mine, Eoin began kissing me again, this time with slow and languid strokes of his tongue, while hislarge, calloused hands slid down my naked skin to cup my breast, his fingers softly stroking over my nipple, raising it to a tight, furledpeak.

Slowly, he kissed a path along my jaw to the slope of my arched neck and down, his lips nibbling and his tongue licking its way over the pulse beating furiously in my chest before reaching the soft rise of my breast.

“You have the prettiest tits I’ve ever seen,” he said, his gaze molten.“With nipples like ripe little cherries. My fucking favorite.” Eoin’s tongue flicked out and he sucked the sensitive tip between his lips, used his teeth to draw it taut, and then released it to lavish the other one with the same decadent treatment. From there, his mouth traveled south to lick a slow, meandering trail to my belly.

“Eoin, please,” I cried, rolling my hips, begging him to put his lips to my pussy.

Eoin nipped at my hip and when I let out a moan, he chuckled against my skin. “What do you want, Aoife?”

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