I realize somewhere, dimly, that I’m naked. Bare, exposed, and vulnerable in front of a man for the first time, but something about the muscled shelter of his body, the urgency of his hands and lips, makes it feel less embarrassing than I’d imagined it would be. I’d thought it would be a humiliating thing, but instead, I feel like some kind of goddess, craved and desired by a man come to worship her.Niallis making me feel like that, and I can’t believe my luck as I fumble with the buttons of his shirt, anxious to see as much of him as he can of me.
“I’m overdressed, hm, lass?” Niall growls playfully against my lips. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
He murmurs that last as he runs his hand down my chest, between my breasts to the flat of my stomach, lower still. His hand reaches between us, teasing my clit as I throw back my head, gasping with pleasure and losing my ability to undo more than the two buttons I’ve managed so far.
Niall chuckles, a deep rasping sound that runs over my skin like an electric jolt of sensation. “So responsive,” he murmurs. “Tell me you want me too, lass.”
“Yes,” I gasp as I find the buttons again, yanking them open so that his shirt falls open, revealing a muscled, tattooed chest that takes my breath away. “I want you—oh—”
I rake my gaze down his body as he shrugs off his shirt, his arms flexing with coiled, tattooed muscle, and something tightens deep in my belly as I see the deep grooves on either side of his abdomen, the dusting of black hair down his chest and trailing into his jeans. I want to explore him for hours, discover every line and crevice of his body, and touch every inch of him. But his hands are going to his belt, on the verge of sliding his jeans down and revealing the rest of himself to me, and I know we’re on the precipice of what I came here to do. I had my pleasure, and I know Niall must be dying for his.
A moan slips out as he undoes his bulging fly, shoving the dark denim down his taut hips, and he leans back onto his knees as he does it, as if he knows I want to see him—as if he’s enjoying showing off for me. My heart hammers in my chest, my mouth dry with anticipation—and a little fear.
“Ah, you like what you see?” Niall’s eyes glitter with a barely-restrained lust, his mouth twitching. “You want my cock, lass?”
“Yes—” the word comes out in an automatic whisper, and then a gasp as he pushes down his jeans, his cock slipping free. For the first time, I’m seeing a naked man entirely, close enough to touch, and my eyes widen with startlement.
He’s rock hard, the tip glistening with what I assume is his own arousal, andhuge. Something in my belly twists with uncertainty at the sight of him, how big he is, and I gasp at the sight of it, the sheer eroticism of Niall’s hand wrapping around his rigid shaft as he leans forward.
I don’t mean to flinch as he moves toward me. I want him—there’s no question about that. But the immediacy of what we’re about to do mingled with the unexpected size of him gives me pause—and Niall sees it. I know, because he freezes halfway to leaning back down atop me, his mouth coming towards mine with intent—only to stop partway as he moves back, his eyes narrowing with concern.
In that moment, I’m absolutely certain I’ve fucked this all up.
He’s going to know. And he’s going to want me to leave.
My night is going to be over before it’s barely begun.
11
NIALL
Idon’t miss the way Gabriela flinches as I move towards her after I shuck what remains of my clothing. I’m half-foggy with lust, rock-hard and aching, and lost in my need for her—but I still see the sudden hesitation.
I have a feeling it’s the sight of my cock—she hadn’t balked at my mouth on her pussy, or my hands stripping off her dress. She’d been eager right up until the moment I’d stripped off—but what I don’t know is whether it’s the size of me that stopped her, or whether the sight of me naked reminded her what we’re about to do and gave her second thoughts. I like to think I’m not an arrogant man, and it feels like that to think a woman might be scared off by the size of my cock. And I want to be absolutely certain that she wants this, even if the thought of her leaving right now is almost physically painful. I’m the hardest I’ve been in months, since I was with Saoirse, more turned on than I can remember being in ages, and for once, I haven’t thought of Saoirse or wished I was with her instead. I’ve been completely wrapped up in Gabriela from the moment I kissed her behind the bar, and I don’t want this to end.
I don’t want to fucking stop. I hadn’t been sure that Icould, once we got started, I’d ached for her so badly from the second my lips touched hers. But I have to be sure that she wants this. That she doesn’t feel forced.
She’s the sweetest thing I can ever remember tasting. I want to devour her all night, to hear the sweet sounds that she makes as she comes for me, over and over again. I want to be inside of her so fucking badly—and the words sound like they’re being ground out between my teeth as I force the question out, leashing my own desires.
“Are you sure you want this?” I ask her hoarsely, reaching out to push her silky black hair away from her face. “I’ll stop now if you say the word. But you have to tell me.”
I’ve never been rough with women, but I can’t remember having ever been so gentle, either. Not even with Saoirse. Gabriela rouses something almost protective in me, something that should be a warning all on its own, and yet—I don’t want her to leave. I don’t want the night to end.
It’s as if my words wake something up inside of her. She reaches up, her hands on either side of my face, and nods as those soft, liquid doe eyes meet mine. “Yes,” she breathes. “Yes, Niall, please. I want you.”
The relief chokes me and makes it impossible to speak. A fresh wave of desire washes over me, all the blood going to my cock until I can’t think, until I’m nearly dizzy with need. I fumble for my jeans, and Gabriela grabs my hand.
“What are you doing? I don’t want you to go—”
I almost remind her that it’s my hotel room, but I get the gist of her words, even if they’re oddly phrased. “Just grabbing a condom.” I know there’s at least one in my wallet and more in my bedside drawer, if I’m lucky enough for the night to go on that long.
“I’m on the pill,” she breathes out. “You don’t have to—please, Niall, I just want you.”
Her words, uttered so sweetly, draw me in and make me hesitate all at once, bringing back that gut feeling I’d had earlier tonight, the sense that something is wrong with the situation. I haven’t made it this far alive by ignoring that feeling—but at the same time, everything about Gabriela has been nothing but sweet and earnest and seductive by turns.I’m just out of practice,I think, pausing halfway to my jeans.
“You can pull out if you want,” she murmurs, tugging me back to her. “I just want this to be good for both of us.”
Fucking a stranger without a condom, even one as perfect as Gabriela, is the stupidest choice I could make. Iknowthat, but my dick is rock-hard, my body throbbing with denied need. I’ve been desperate to have her since I started kissing her at the bar, every step to this point fueling that fire until I feel half-insane with arousal. Something about Gabriela makes me feel that I can trust her, that all my hesitations are unfounded. Beyond that, I’m horny as hell, with the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen squirming naked beneath me and begging me to fuck her raw.