I obey without a moment’s hesitation, my body trembling from the aftereffects of the orgasms, but I’m eager to have him inside me at last. I feel even more on display as I get on my hands and knees, especially as Niall moves behind me and grips my thighs, spreading them wider.
“That’s it, lass, let me see you. All wet and swollen and pink for me—” he groans. “I’m going to take your pussy first while I ready you. Come if you can, lass, it will only make taking your arse easier, the more wet and relaxed you are.” His fingers brush over my folds, teasing my pussy as I whimper with pleasure. “I’d hoped to take you like this tonight anyway, on your hands and knees for me. This will make it all the better.”
His voice rasps over me, dark and hot, as his hand grips the side of my hip. “Spread wide for me, lass; that’s a good girl—”
I feel the swollen head of his cock nudge against my pussy, still thick and a tight fit despite how drenched I am with arousal. I have a moment’s fear that maybe I shouldn’t have asked him to fuck me anywhere else.Will it even fit? Will it hurt too much—but I know if I ask him to stop, he will.
He slides into me with long slow strokes as he rubs my clit with his other hand, sliding his fingers backward to gather some of the wetness from my pussy. I gasp when I feel that hand slip between the cheeks of my ass, brushing against the tight ring of muscle there and the press of his finger.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” Niall murmurs, thrusting his cock deeper into my pussy and holding it there as he strokes the outside of my ass. “If a finger is too much, you won’t be able to take my cock. But tell me the truth, lass. I don’t want to injure you.”
He pushes his finger in then, to the first knuckle, and I gasp with the sudden burn of it. But in the same instant, I feel my pussy clench around him, a strange pleasure rippling through me along with the odd sensation of his finger pushing deeper into my ass.
“Ahh—” Niall groans, his finger going deeper as his cock throbs inside of me. “Fuck, you like that, don’t you, lass?” He strokes the finger a little, and I clench around him again, moaning. “God, you do. Fuck, I’m nearly about to come in you again, just from that.”
He slides his cock out of me to the tip, moaning as he thrusts a few times shallowly, pressing a second finger into my ass. I tighten around him as he does it, my pussy squeezing his cockhead, and Niall makes a near-animal sound of pleasure in his throat.
“Fuck, I need to come again, lass, or I won’t last long enough to fuck you the way you want.” He thrusts into me again, deep, and the words jolt through me, accelerating my own climax as he scissors two fingers into my ass. “Fucking come for me, lass,” he moans. “Come while I finger your arse—”
I ignore his earlier order not to touch myself, my hand reaching frantically for my clit as he speeds up, fucking me harder now as he thrusts the two fingers in and out of my asshole. I can feel myself about to come, my entire body tightening with it. As I feel Niall’s cock swell inside of me, I go tumbling over the edge, my head thrown back as I moan helplessly. I can feel the heat of him filling me, his second orgasm tonight, and my—I don’t even know. I’ve lost count, but as I come, I feel a third finger join the first two, stretching my ass almost to the point of pain, but the overwhelming pleasure of my climax stops it from being anything but blissful.
“Christ,” Niall pants, his fingers still buried in my ass as he pulls out of me. “It’s been years since I got hard more than twice in a night, but you—”
I look over my shoulder, arching against his hand as he keeps playing with my ass, and I see what he means. His cock is still mostly hard, cum still pearling from the tip as he strokes it back to a full erection.
“That’s not normal?” I ask shakily, my voice trembling from so many orgasms. “To keep—getting hard?”
Niall laughs hoarsely. “No, it’s not, lass. Once or twice is the norm, before a good long rest. But with you—I’m starting to think I could fuck you all night and stay nearly rock-hard through the whole thing.” His hand speeds up, his cock thickening again, rising. “I’ve woken every morning since that first night ready for you, even if only a few hours passed. I didn’t tell you that, but it’s true. I haven’t stopped wanting to fuck you.”
I hadn’t known I could be more turned on than I already am, but Niall’s verbal confirmation of just how much he wants me, how much I arouse him, sends another quivering ripple of lust through my already near-boneless body. I arch into his hand, grinding my ass back onto his fingers to feel more of the pleasure and pain of the strange burn, and Niall lets out a hiss.
“You’re perfect, lass,” he groans, a tinge of regret in his words, and I don’t need to ask why. There’s an end date to this thing between us, a ticking clock about to run out, and our chemistry in bed or the way we seem to understand one another or how much we like each other’s company doesn’t matter. For other people it would, I imagine—could turn a fling into more, but not for us.
Because he doesn’t even know who I am—and if he did?
He’d know I’ve been lying to him from the start—and it would ruin everything.
He keeps the three fingers in my ass, moving them slowly as he slides his other hand through my folds, my arousal and his cum on his fingers as he goes to stroke himself again. When I look over my shoulder, eyes glassy with pleasure, I see his cock glistening with it, and then he rears up on his knees, angling his cock upwards.
“Are you ready for my cock in your arse, Gabriela?” Niall murmurs, his voice a rasp of lust, and I nod breathlessly.
“Please,” I whisper, and his eyes close with an expression of sheer need.
“God, I never thought I’d hear you begging for me to fuck you like this, but—” his words cut off, his cock sliding through the folds of my pussy so that the tip of it is drenched, dragging my wetness upwards so that I’m soaked there too, where he slides his fingers out of me and presses his tip against my tight hole.
“If it’s too much,” he grinds out, holding himself there. “Tell me to stop, and I will. There’s nothing in the world that could make me hurt you, Gabriela. I don’t care if I’m about to fucking come, tell me to pull out, and I will. I’ll come with my hand instead.”
That assurance is the last thing I need, and I nod breathlessly as I arch backward, pushing against his throbbing tip. Niall moans, his hips jerking, and then he steadies me with one hand on my hip as he pushes forward.
“Fuckkk—” he hisses the word as he strains against my tightness, and for a moment, I think my fears of earlier were right, that he won’t fit. “Relax, Gabriela—”
I don’t know how I couldbeany more relaxed, but then his other hand dips between my thighs, stroking my sensitive clit, and something in me comes unwound. It’s not a climax, just an unspooling of pleasure through me, and I feel myself part for him as the swollen head of his cock breaches my ass.
“Fuck! Christ, lass, you’re so fucking tight—”Niall grunts as his tip slips inside of me, my ass clenching around him, and I feel him shudder as he holds himself there. “Is it good, lass? Are you alright?”
The last words come out nearly strangled-sounding, but I nod, unable to form words. It feels like more than his fingers, both good and bad, the sensation burning through me with just a flicker of pleasure. But I don’t care.
My future husband can demand my ass all he wants, but another man will have been there before him. Another man has had every part of me—my mouth, my pussy, my ass, covered me in his cum and given me more orgasms than I can count. There’s nothing left for that faceless future man to take from me. The victorious feeling that sweeps through me is almost as pleasurable as an orgasm. I arch my back, pushing myself against Niall’s thick cock.