Page 61 of Verses Of Us

In one swift move, he spun her around. She spotted the wall and her hands automatically slammed against it. Boxed in by his arms, his lips hovered at her shoulder, his rigid length pressing against her backside.

While one of his hands held her close, the other roamed over her ass and down to her thigh, where it travelled up under her skirt.

“We can’t,” she half-heartedly whispered with a giggle.

She gasped as his fingers slipped into her underwear and ran through her crease, rubbing against her middle. He nipped at her neck, then his lips glided along her jaw, before moving to her earlobe and sucking on it.

“You’re so wet,” he breathed. “Are you sure wecan’t?”

She felt his grin against her neck. “What if someone comes in?”

His hand continued to glide back and forth, never penetrating, pushing his fingers along her sex and his thumb against her tight ring of muscle. Her hips moved in rhythm, grinding against him, loving the new sensations.

“No one’s coming in. What do you think I paid those girls for?”

“I guess money does buy anything,” she said, breathless.

His deep chuckle resonated against her chest. “Sometimes it does.”

He slid his free hand down her back, squeezing her ass. She pressed her lips together; her moans almost too strong to hold back. He knelt, gripping her panties, and tugged them down. She giggled nervously, but then stepped out of them and her eyes flared when she saw him throw them over his shoulder with little concern about where they landed.

Ciarán stood and spun her around to face him once more, then lifted her skirt up over her hips. He grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms above her head, running his nose along her neck, then down to her chest. Through the thin fabric of her dress, his teeth seized her nipple, sending heat and small bursts of pleasure and pain to all her nerve endings.

He brought his free hand down, reminding her of her exposed lower body, and sunk his fingers inside her aching core. Slowly, he moved them in and out, his thumb teasing her clit with light strokes, setting fire to her insides with each hit, a fire desperate to be dowsed.

Lured to her breaking point, she tightened around his fingers. “Ciarán,” she moaned, as he dropped to his knees. “Oh my God, what are you…?”

Ignoring her, he lifted her left leg over his shoulder. Already on the brink of rupture, she worried she’d lose her balance and fought to keep upright. He continued to fuck her with his fingers, his mouth teaming up with them. Her legs shook, but he supported her with a grip on her hips, leaning forward, his shoulders shoving her against the wall.

Aware that if he let go even a little, she might collapse, she buried her hands into his hair and gripped tight. A scream bubbled up in her throat, but she fought it back, remembering where they were. With the loud music and bass shaking the walls, she knew no one would hear. She tugged harder on his hair and screamed his name as she approached her climax. His tongue responded against her core, but then he stopped.

Lost in a haze, she blinked down at him, confused. “Why did you stop?”

He smirked, his mouth wet with her arousal, then stood up. “Turn around.”

She did as he asked, facing the wall and heard the rattle of his belt, the sound of a zipper and something rip. Then, the warmth of his body was against her back, his heavy breathing filling her ears. A finger slid into her, then two, stretching her, before pulling away. Finally, with one deep thrust, he plunged his hard cock into her and she braced herself against the wall.

Holding her hip with a hand, Ciarán took her by the shoulder with the other and pushed into her once more, this time harder. The constant momentum they built, the heat of his hips against her ass, his grunting, the act of having sex in a public place, all brought her orgasm back within seconds.

“That’s it,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “Come for me, Lex.”

And she did, erupting with one wailing cry. She’d been right. The loud music swallowed her scream whole. Ciarán soon followed, shattering inside her.

He leaned against her and kissed her neck, releasing a low, satisfied moan. “Fuck. You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that to you.”

Tucked between the wall and him, she dropped her head back and kissed his temple. “What, since this afternoon?”

He laughed, freeing her from his embrace. She tugged her skirt down, searching for her discarded panties. Once she found them and slipped them back on, he reached for her hand and brought it to his lips.

“More like six years.”

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Alexis

So,thisishowthe one per cent live.

Alexis stepped out of the Lincoln, her hand in Ciarán’s, feeling below par compared to the other guests. They walked past a fountain and up the steps to the theatre.

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