Releasing my nipples, Tiggy trails her fingertips softly down, swirling in patterns over my abs as she rolls and swivels her hips sporadically.
“What?” she snaps when she catches me staring at her.
“I was just wondering when you were going to get to the fucking point.” I shrug, and her eyes narrow.
I’m not kidding. This is fucking torture. In my entire life, I have never let a woman take charge. And I’ve never fucked someone so slowly before. This isn’t fucking at all. Tiggy’s either trying to torture me, or she’s trying to make love to me, and both those options are off the table.
Surging up until I’m sitting, I capture one of her nipples between my teeth, biting down while I slap her ass hard.
“Start fucking, or I’ll do it for you,” I growl against her breast. She sighs like I’m irritating her.
“So fucking impatient,” she mutters, which is when my non-existent patience well and truly snaps.
Clamping my teeth down harder, she whimpers as I grab her hips and start roughly jacking her up and down, fucking her on my dick.
She grumbles for all of two seconds until her breathing changes, and she’s all breathy little moans as her hands clamp down on my shoulders, holding onto me, her head tipping back.
Letting her nipple pop out of my mouth, I slide my lips up to her pale, slender throat. I suck hard, and she moans even harder. Fuck me. I’m like a schoolboy, getting off on leaving a hickey on my woman to mark her.
“Seamus,” she whimpers, her head lolling back. Jesus fuck. I explode with a growl as her pussy flutters on my dick, and she comes.
As soon as I’ve finished, I lift her off my dick, dropping her onto the floor beside me, tucking my dick away, and buttoning my shirt back up as I climb to my feet.
“Get cleaned up and go to bed.”
Tiggy flinches at the coldness in my tone. I’m not sure what she expected. Cuddling? Fuck that shit.
“I don’t want you back out of the bedroom tonight.”
Tiggy clutches her dress over her chest and keeps her head down as she snags her poetry book, stumbling out of the room. As I follow her, I see Niall standing in the kitchen doorway, his eyes glued to the ground, avoiding looking at her. It’s just as well. Tiggy’s dress is still open at the front.
He glances up when I come out of the parlor and smirks, holding up his hands. The bedroom door upstairs slams before Niall starts to talk.
“I didn’t see anything, Fitzy,” he chuckles.
I glare at him, stalking to my den. He better fucking not have.
Chapter Seven
SEAMUS
There’s a disturbance at the door to my office, and I look up from the latest inventory count in surprise. Not many people come in here without knocking. Only my father would dare. Even Paddy knocks, usually just the once before he barges in, just as a courtesy, but he still fucking knocks.
It’s Tahlie, one of the strippers. She flashes me a smile from her blood-red lips, sauntering over. She’s not dressed for work, but she is still in sky-high stilettos and a tight bandage dress with cuts in the fabric high on her thigh and over her tits, spilling through the ripped material.
“I just wanted to congratulate you on your marriage,” she says breathily, her pupils dilating. She came in here without knocking to congratulate me on something I never fucking wanted? My eyebrows raise as she slides down to her knees, her long taloned fingers deftly unbuttoning my jeans and stroking my dick from base to tip as she licks her lips.
I lean back in my chair, watching her. I’ve fucked Tahlie on multiple occasions, most recently at my stag night. She’s a good ride. But right now, I can’t seem to get into it.
Maybe it’s her harsh perfume tickling at my nostrils, making me want to sneeze. Perhaps it’s the fact that when I look at my dick in her hand, I’m reminded of Tiggy’s slender hands with her pale pink, short, manicured nails. Maybe it’s because I’m getting laid multiple times a night.
Honestly, it’s probably the fact that I haven’t fucked Tiggy’s mouth yet, and her lips are the ones I actually want to see stretched around my dick right now.
Whatever the reason, it’s not happening right now. I stand, knocking her hand away and buttoning my jeans back up.
“Not tonight, Tahlie,” I tell her, my voice steely. “I’m in the middle of something important. Next time, knock.”
She blinks in surprise, looking like a deer in the headlights, shrugging and getting to her feet. Frankly, her entitled attitude is getting on my nerves. Yeah, I’ve had my dick in her. So have some of the other lads.