Page 23 of Forever Flames: Padraig & Stevie
He reaches for it and his eyes meet mine when he loops it around my wrists. “Okay?”
“Yes.” My nod is fast and definitive.
With a wicked grin, he binds me and loops the ends around the metal bar jutting from the wall. My arms stretch taut above my head, making my spine arch. The cool air whisps across my nipples. With a dark, hungry look, he swipes his tongue across the peaks. My thighs fall open for him, exposing my swollen, needy pussy. He watches with a dark, hungry look I’ll never get tired of.
Padraig’s mouth finds the inside of my thigh. Then higher. Higher. Higher.
Tempered with control, his tongue traces through my soaked slit, pausing to circle and tease. He flicks upward, tracing a hot line to my clit, then sucks it deep into his mouth. His lips seal tight, relentless. I’m writhing—hips jerking, thighs clenching, my body begging for more without a single word.
“Stay still.” He looks up from between my legs. “Let me savor you.”
“I’m trying,” I gasp, grabbing two fistfuls of his long hair. “Shut up and keep going.”
I shove his face back where it belongs. He groans, then dives in, tongue plundering my pussy, slow, greedy, deliberately. His nose nudges my clit with every pass, sending sparks ricocheting through my core.
Then he shifts. The ties pull tight against my wrists as he lifts me by the hips. Steady. Controlled. My back presses to the wall, knees bent and hooked over his shoulders. My breath catches as Padraig goes back to work. He sucks on my clit, then licks lower, tilting his head until his tongue circles my pucker. Slow, wet, and utterly depraved.
“God,” I gasp, as my spine arches off the wall, legs twitching against his shoulders.
Every nerve fires. I can’t think. Can’t speak. All I can do is take it. My whole body clenches. My entire being spasms with pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever experienced and I come with a strangled sound.
Padraig devours me through the aftershocks, drawing out my orgasm until I gasp for air, unable to endure any more. With a satisfied smirk, he lowers me, unties my wrists and lets me fall into his chest.
I collapse against him. Boneless.
“More,” I whisper.
“You got it.” He flips me, face down, across the bed. I hear him kick his jeans off and feel him rub the head of his cock against my soaked entrance.
Padraig fists my hair. Not to control. To anchor. The other grips my hip. He thrusts in. All the way. One stroke.
My mouth falls open. “Jesus…”
My words are cut off by another thrust. Hard, fast, deep. I claw at the blanket, sliding my knees forward. He pulls me back, adjusting the angle so his cock hits everything inside me that matters.
He leans forward, lips brushing my spine, then pulls out. “Up.”
I turn my head in confusion.
Suddenly, Padraig lifts me like he owns me. His arms lock beneath my thighs and he slams up and in until his cock is buried to the hilt. No wall. No support. It’s all him. Holding me suspended, fucking me reverse cowgirl style, midair.
Brutal. Primal. Perfection.
He tilts my hips precisely right, shifting my weight until I’m spread completely open for him. His cock slides even deeper. I scream and clench around his girth.
“Ah, fuck.Yeah,” he growls. “Do you feel my cock?”
“Every goddamn inch.”
I cling to his forearms, panting, raw. The sound of our slick, obscene slaps echo off the dorm room walls as Padraig bounces me up and down. Grinding and rooting until I’m shaking. Hard. Ruthless. Fucking up into me with punishing force.
“Say it,” he pants. “Tell me you’re mine forever.”
I’m holding on for dear life, in more ways than one. “God, yes. I’m yours. Fuck. I’malwaysyours.”
My orgasm tears through me so fast it knocks the air from my lungs. I convulse in his arms, body bowing, pussy fluttering around his cock as he growls into my neck.
He keeps going. Keeps taking. Keeps using my body like it was made for him. Because it was.
