He deserves it, and the man who will buy me from my father doesn’t. Niall has been kind and caring, and all of this, from the moment I met him in the bar, has been the best experience of my life. It’s all been better than I could have imagined, perfect in every way.
It’s a perfection that I know could never last if this was real, but a part of me still wishes it didn’t have to end. I know that’s insane, that we barely know each other. Still, everything in me is yearning to make these moments between us last as long as possible, to give him everything I can.
“Please.” I shift closer to him, hear his sharp intake of breath as I do, and feel the way his body tenses as I brush against him, all of his muscles going rigid with what I know is barely-leashed need. “I want it to be you.”
“You’re killing me.” His eyes flicker closed, his hands closing around mine as he lifts them to his chest, pulling me nearer still. “You drive me wild, Gabriela—you make me want to say yes to anything.”
“Then say yes.” I tilt my head closer to his, my lips nearly brushing against his mouth. “I want to be all yours for tonight, Niall. Please.”
“A man can only hear a lass like you beg for so long,” he groans, his grip on my hands tightening. “At least I know this time that you’ve not done it before.” One of his hands drops to my waist, sliding around to the small of my back as he pulls my hips flush with his, letting me feel how hard he is.
A thrill runs through me at the sensation. I wonder if that ever goes away; the heady feeling of knowing that it’smewho has aroused him like this, made him so achingly hard as his hands rove over my body, stroking and squeezing as his mouth finds mine. His kiss is harder than before, hungry, and he backs me towards the bed as his tongue slides into my mouth.
“I want you naked, lass,” he breathes, pushing up my dress. “All of you bare for my hands and my tongue.” The words vibrate against my lips as he groans, his broad, rough palms skimming over my softer skin as he pulls the dress over my head and tosses it away. “Christ, you’re so beautiful.”
He breathes the words almost like a prayer, his hands coming around to cup my breasts as he dips his head to run his tongue over one nipple and then the other, teasing them to stiff peaks as my arousal rushes between my thighs, hot and eager. “Lie back on the bed, lass.”
I obey him instantly, watching as he unbuttons his shirt, revealing his muscled chest and abs a little at a time for my eager eyes. “No touching,” he says teasingly, swatting my hand away as I reach for him. “Just watch, lass. See what you do to me.”
He says that last as he undoes his belt, his fingers slowly dragging down the zipper of his jeans as he pushes them down his hips. His cock comes into view, thick and long and hard, and I reach for him again, too eager to wait.
“Greedy, lass.” Niall grins, stepping into range of my grasping hand, tilting his head back and groaning with pleasure as my palm rubs over the swollen head. “God, your hands—”
I lean forward, moving towards him on the bed so I can reach him with my mouth. “I want to taste you again,” I whisper, looking up at him, enjoying the way his face goes taut with pleasure at the words coming from my lips.
“Far be it from me to tell you no,” Niall says wryly. “But let’s try a more comfortable way for you, lass. Aye? Lay back, the way I told you.”
His voice is gentle but commanding, and it spurs something in me to obey. There’s no cruelty in his voice, just urgent need, and I lay back on the bed, head resting on the pillows as Niall moves next to me.
“Tap my leg if it’s too much, lass,” he murmurs softly as he moves to straddle my chest, his hand cupping the side of his face. Up close, I can see so much of him in detail—the strong muscles of his thighs, dusted in dark hair, the rigid length of his cock, veined and swollen, the head a deep red and dripping arousal down his shaft as he angles it towards my mouth. “There’s something I want from you tonight too, and it’s to take your mouth the way I craved last time. But if it’s too rough—”
“I’ll let you know,” I whisper breathlessly, my heartbeat speeding up in my chest. My thighs press together, damp with my arousal, the closeness of him making my own desire spiral out of control. “I want it—”
Niall makes a growling sound deep in his throat at that, and his hand grips the base of his cock tightly, angling the swollen head towards my lips. “Then open that sweet mouth for me, lass, and take my cock.”
A jolt of pure lust goes through me, electrifying my nerves and making me shudder with need as I obey, opening my mouth for him to guide his cock inside. He’s right about one thing, Iamgreedy, greedy and eager for more of him, and I rub my tongue over the soft flesh beneath his tip, enjoying the hiss of pleasure he makes as I do, the way he eagerly pushes more of his cock into my mouth.
He’s not being as careful with me as before, and I like it. I like seeing the way his jaw tenses as I wrap my lips around the tip of his cock and start to suck, teasing him with my tongue, hearing the moan that spills from his lips as he lets go of the base and grabs onto the headboard instead, his hips rocking as he pushes deeper.
“I’m going to give you as much as you can take, lass,” Niall growls, his accent thick and rough as he thrusts again. “I want to fuck your mouth, and I’m going to, for as long as you can take it.”
Another inch, and then most of his thick length is buried between my lips, stretching my mouth open, the tip rubbing against the back of my throat. I try to curl my lips over my teeth, to keep from scraping him, but as Niall starts to move faster, it’s impossible not to nick him here and there with the edges. I’m too inexperienced, and he’s too eager—but he doesn’t seem to care, and his need is driving my arousal even higher.
I feel trapped beneath his weight on my chest, his thighs squeezing around me as he arches up and drives his cock deeper into my throat, the headboard moving under his grip as he starts to fuck his cock into my mouth close to the way he thrusts inside of me. But Ilikeit, the sensation of him using me, taking my mouth for his pleasure, making me so wet that I can feel it dripping from my pussy, sliding down my thighs. My pussy clenches as he shoves himself into my throat, my clit aching, and my hands are trapped at my sides by his thighs, so I can’t even touch myself. I know he’s done it on purpose, made it so that I can’t move except to tap his leg if it’s too much, and it’s nearing that. My eyes are watering, my breath cut off by the rigid length pushing into my throat, but I hold off as long as I can. I don’twanthim to stop—the entire scenario is hot as fuck, and I want him to keep going.
Niall rocks deeper, the flesh of his pelvis nearly touching my nose, and then he pulls free with a jerk, gasping and moaning as he grips his cock in his fist and strokes it hard. “Needed to—give you a break—” he rasps, his jaw tight and eyes dark with lust. “But I need—fuck, I’m so close to coming, lass.”
I tilt my chin up, parting my lips in an offer to take him again, and he closes his eyes with a groan as he fists his cock wildly. “I don’t want to hurt you—fuck!” He growls the word, pushing the tip against my lips again. “Just a little more, lass, your mouth is so fucking good—”
The praise thrills me every time he says it, even as it astonishes me that he’s enjoying it so much, even with my lack of skill and the occasional scrape of my teeth. But a part of me thinks that itisthe lack of skill that turns him on, that he’s aroused by the fact that I’m taking him purely out of desire and nothing else.
Niall feeds me his cock again, pushing it into my mouth in short thrusts that tell me just how thin the thread of his control truly is. He pushes against the back of my throat, gripping the headboard tightly as the muscles of his thighs flex. He holds himself there for a moment as I suck before pulling free again and starting to stroke himself the way he did before.
“Tell me where you want it, lass,” he groans. “In your mouth or on your pretty face.”
My eyes widen in surprise. I’d never imagined him coming on my face, but something about it feels so dirty, so possessive, that it turns me on in a way I would never have imagined. I feel an answering pulse between my thighs at the thought, but I can’t quite force the words out. So instead, I turn the question back on him.
“Which one do you want?” I breathe, and Niall groans.