Page 110 of Ronan

“You’ve been hard since we got in that water,” he teases, his finger moving down my torso to trace the crease of my thigh.

“And you’re going to do something about it, just… give me a second.” Hands trembling, I reach up and pull my glasses off my face, my vision refocusing to find the shock in Ronan’s expression.

His head shakes, ever so slightly, as his brows pinch. “Cam, you don’t have to—”

“I want to,” I whisper, sitting them on the small side table with an almost silent tap. “Need to show you I can.”

“But I want you to feel safe,” he whispers back, and the heartbreak on his face is enough to split me right in half.

“I do… Iam,” I stress. “With you, I am safe, Ro.”

His entire face scrunches and I swear I spot a gleam in his eyes as he rushes forward, capturing my lips in a long, steady kiss, and a silent promise passes between us as long-buried tension melts from deep inside me. The insistence of his kiss communicates everything I need to hear, though. It says more than words could ever find a way to say.

You’re home.

I’ve got you.

I will never leave your side.

There’s no hesitation as my mouth opens, his tongue rushing to meet mine as I press closer, rocking against his hip. “Do you plan on doing something about that?” I murmur against his lips, and he grins as his hand lands on my stomach. His palm lays flat against my skin and slides lower, catching the base of my cock between his thumb and pointer finger. A moan slips free as he tiptoes further, cupping my balls and gently rolling them as I let my legs spread.

The mattress dips as he adjusts, his mouth following in the wake of his fingers, but as he gets near my cock, he shifts to my thigh. When I whine, he grabs my ankle and spins me until he’s between my legs, and his lips start their journey again.

Shivers wrack my body, and goosebumps lift on my skin as he kisses everywhere, each touch more intimate than the last. When he licks up the crease of my thigh, I whimper and shift my hips, bumping his cheek with my cock. He tuts and moves lower, ignoring my dick as he pulls one of my balls into his mouth.

“Oh, holy fuck,” I breathe, his hot breath puffing against my skin as he laughs. Another loud moan leaves me when he sucks, drawing on one side, then the other.

“Look at this pretty hole.” He grips my ass and spreads my cheeks, peppering kisses in a circle. “Always so tight and ready to be fucked, isn’t it?”

“Y-yeah,” I whimper as I clench, desperate for something to fill me. Wet heat slides over my hole as he licks, moving in slow, deliberate drags as he slicks my skin.

“Fuck, I love how responsive you are,” he murmurs as he seals his mouth over me, sucking gently and swirling his tongue as he spreads me further. He’s patient, alternating between drawn-out, flat swipes and probing presses. My hips rock, shamelessly grinding against him.

A chain of needy whines leaves my throat, a slur of nonsense as my brain misfires. “Please, more,” I breathe, but other than a fleeting glance, he ignores my begging.

Infuriatingly unhurried, he eats me out until my skin is soaked with spit. With each thrust of that wicked tongue against me, I feel myself loosen for him. Pulling his mouth back, he dots a series of kisses around my hole before slipping a finger inside.

My spine arches as he sinks deeper, working some sort of magic as he licks me and fingers me at the same time. Another pitiful noise climbs from my throat, somewhere between a prayer and a wail, as he finds that spot inside me that sends a quiver down my limbs. His groan vibrates against my skin as he works a second finger in, licking a filthy line up my taint and sucking my balls into his mouth.

“Fuck, why does it all feel so good?” My neglected cock throbs against my stomach, leaking a small pool ofpre-cum onto my belly. “Ro, can I…” I trail off, biting at my lip as nerves steal my voice.

Fingers still thrusting inside me, his tongue darts over his lips, like he can’t get enough of tasting me.

Gods, why is that so sexy?

“Can you…?”

“Can I fuck you tonight?” Cheeks burning, I force myself not to look away as a salacious grin spreads across his face, another finger nudging at my hole.

“Do you want to fuck me with this pretty little cock?” He places a row of kisses along the underside, the light friction making me buck my hips.

“Yeah,” I groan as that third finger slips inside and lights me on fire. “If you’re okay with that… I probably won’t last long.” A breathy, rueful laugh blows from my lips as my face and neck flame, but he clicks his tongue at me.

“That doesn’t matter. All that matters is that you’re a satisfied puddle by the time we’re done.”

“You… really want to?”

A smile spreads across his face, his fangs digging into his bottom lip. “I’ve been fucking dying for you to ask.” He presses a soft kiss to my thigh as he grins up at me from between my legs, and the sight is enough to have me feral.

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