Page 45 of Our Cracked Pieces
Heading towards the door, I wondered if I should invite him in for a drink. I had no interest in him, but I wasn’t opposed to some company. I was still feeling yucky, and distracting conversation might help.
The second I pulled the door open, I knew it wasn’t Victor. Victor wasn’t six-foot-two of pure muscle.
When those predatory grey eyes locked on mine, I knew what this was. I knew why he was here.
And I didn’t care.
With each step I took backwards, Lorcan advanced, shutting the door behind him, making sure to lock us in.
When my back hit the wall, he didn’t stop.
He just kept on coming for me.
His hands were back on my face like before, and his lips were back on mine, just like before. And just like before, I opened, and let it happen. I kissed him as desperately as he was kissing me, all thoughts of experimenting with someone else gone from my mind.
There was only this kiss.
There was only Lorcan kissing me, and it was turning me stupid.
When Lorcan broke off the kiss, I watched, speechless, as he pulled a condom from his back pocket, the suit gone, this god standing before me in jeans and a t-shirt, looking ripped and gorgeous and dangerous.
I just stood there, unsure, as he freed himself, slid on the condom, and asked, “Can I grab your thighs to lift you up?” I nodded numbly. “Take off your panties, Rowan.”
The words wereright there. There was waiting to be spoken. I wanted to tell him to take them off himself, but the words just wouldn’t come out. Instead, I did what he commanded, and took them off myself.
As soon as I kicked them free, his hands latched onto my thighs, and Lorcan was lifting me, my legs wrapping around his waist, my back slammed against the wall.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll be begging me to stay,” he growled, and I couldn’t stop the cry that erupted from my chest as he slammed all those thick inches inside me.
It didn’t escape my notice that we were very much clothed like last time, and this was a first. Every guy I’ve ever slept with, it hadn’t been this orchestrated. While there’d been no foreplay, there’d been visual stimulation, and there’d been plenty of nudity with my previous partners.
I wasn’t sure what this was.
Maybe an extra layer of protection from Lorcan Cavanaugh? I wasn’t sure.
I just knew that, even as primal as this was, I’d never felt anything more consuming in my life. I had made it clear what was available to him, and though not much, Lorcan was making sure to take it all.
“I think I’m addicted to your pussy, baby,” he grunted in my ear. “I can’t think of anything else.”
My arms tightened around his neck while my legs tightened around his waist. Holding on, I begged, “Please, Lorcan…”
“Tell me to fuck you,” he demanded. “Tell me how you like it. Tell me how you need to be fucked, Rowan.”
Grinding my teeth, he was doing it again. Even though he had no clue what he was doing, he was doing it again. He was making me want to tell him. Pointing out how I only wanted to be fucked was twisting me up inside.
I never should have let myself be content with living like a coward. I should have confronted my demons completely years ago. I let myself believed that this would always be enough, but I had never counted on Lorcan Cavanaugh, and how his relentless pursuit would be the one thing that would flip the switch.
“Lorcan, harder,” I begged. “Harder…”
“Fuck, Rowan,” he hissed. “Fuck, baby.”
And then it all came crashing down around us when he forgot himself and my conditioned habits and mindset went into defense mode.
His lips came down on my neck, and he started to suck, causing me to lose my shit.
Pushing with all my might, I yelled, “Stop!”
Lorcan immediately froze, but only for a second. He quickly pulled out of my body and stepped back.
