“Give me more,” I whisper, begging for it, and I hear Niall’s throaty groan as he obliges.
Inch by inch, he slides into me, his cock piercing my ass with a burn that feels as if it will never stop, splitting me in two with his size. But his fingers stroke my clit throughout, softening the edges of the pain, until he grunts and thrusts forward, all of his massive length seated inside my ass.
“I—god, you feel so fucking good,” he moans. “I’m going to fuck your arse now, Gabriela—and I won’t last long. But I’ll make you come once more before I do.” He squeezes my hip, moaning as he rocks against me. “Hold onto the headboard now, lass, and take my cock.”
When he starts to move, I let out a cry of half pleasure, half pain, but I can feel an orgasm rising despite it—or maybe even because of it. I’m too inexperienced to know for sure, too new at this, but all I know is that I’m going to come with Niall’s cock in my ass. The idea is so deliciously wanton, so rebellious, that it only increases my pleasure.
His fingers are digging into my hip as he moves faster, his cock sliding in and out of me with a surety that drives me higher, higher still, and I hear him make the sound that heralds his own climax.
Three nights. Three nights with him, and I already know things about him—the way he moves as he nears the edge, the sounds he makes, the desperate way he holds onto me as if he’s half afraid I might slip away before he can finish. How much more would I find out if we had more time?
The thought pierces through me, burning in my chest despite the pleasure rippling over my skin, taking over as Niall pushes me over the edge. “I’m going to fucking come,” he grinds out. “I can’t wait—come with me, Gabriela!”
He moans the last words, his cock thrusting deep in my ass as he rubs my clit frantically, and I throw my head back, gripping the headboard as he fucks his cock deep into my ass as my back arches, grinding back onto him. I feel the heat of his cum as my orgasm crashes over me, filling me, possessing me, and I feel a sense of satisfaction, of relief that everything I had to give is his.
Even if I’ll never see him again after tonight.
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We end up lying next to each other on the bed, facing one another, Niall holding me in his arms. I feel sweaty and sticky, wet from my arousal and his cum, but I don’t want to move. I want to stay there in his arms, naked except for the necklace he gave me, and forget that the world outside exists. That I have to return to it—and soon.
Niall brushes the tip of his finger over the teardrop jewel laying against my skin. “The woman I bought it from said that topaz stands for beauty,” he murmurs softly. “It seemed fitting for you.” His lips brush against my shoulder, his palm flattening over the topaz, pressing against my chest as if to hold me there in bed next to him. “She said it was for protection, too. I can’t imagine what you’d need protection from, but now you have it, just in case.”
Since soon, I won’t be there.I can hear the words he’s not saying, and it makes my heart ache. He has no idea of the truth about who I am, the things I might need protection from. But I never came to Niall for that. I came to him for pleasure.
“I don’t want tonight to end,” I whisper, turning to face him, and his dark blue eyes meet mine across the pillow. I hadn’t meant to say it, the words spill out without my meaning for them to, and I’m worried it will put Niall off. I’ve tried not to be clingy, to not hold onto him tighter than I should, but his response tells me that he doesn’t think any of those things.
“Then let’s make it last a little longer,” he whispers back.
We end up in the bathtub. It’s not especially large, smaller than the one in my ensuite bathroom at home, but the two of us manage to squeeze in. Niall fills it with steaming water and turns to see me rummaging around in the cupboard beneath the sink.
“Find anything good?” He squeezes my ass, slapping it lightly, and I bite back a small gasp.
“Just this.” I hand him a small bottle of honey vanilla-scented bath oil, and he pours some of it in, the water foaming as he helps me into the tub and then settles in behind me.
He runs a washcloth under the faucet, soaking it with warm water, before gently turning my chin towards him so he can wipe away the lingering streaks of his cum on my cheeks and chin and breasts. “You looked gorgeous wearing my cum,” he groans, his hand cupping my breast and teasing the nipple as he cleans me gently. “The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
I can feel myself preening at his praise, squirming a little against him, and I feel his cock swell a little against my spine.
“Minx.” Niall pinches my nipple, and I gasp, eliciting a laugh from him. “If you get me hard again tonight, lass, it’ll be a record.”
We lie like that in the hot water for a long time, honey-scented steam wreathing around us. All of my muscles relax, the heat soothing away the soreness from our exertions, and I lean back against Niall’s chest, feeling the soft friction of the hair there against my smooth back.
I could be happy like this.I hadn’t expected to feel the pain of leaving this behind so keenly. I’d thought of the experience, whoever it was with, as a coup—a rebellion. I hadn’t expected to want so badly to stay.
My mind wants to take it further, to imagine us in a bathtub in our own home instead of a hotel, that the bedroom just beyond is ours, that I’ll be able to stay here forever with him.
But I know better. That’s never going to happen—it never can. When I leave here tonight, that has to be it. The next week will be a whirlwind of getting ready for the gala, security tightening, and my mother needing me at her beck and call as we prepare for my engagement. There won’t be an opportunity for me to slip away. Tonight is all we have.
And it was perfect.Isn’t it better to end this way?I think as I lean back against Niall, breathing in the scent of him along with the bath as his arms tighten around me. We’ll never fight, never have a falling out, never be angry with one another. We’ll end as we began, a perfect moment shining suspended in time, like the gemstone hanging from my neck.
I don’t know how I’ll hide it, but I already know I never want to take the necklace off.
When we’ve been in the bath long enough for the water to start to turn cold, the tips of our fingers wrinkling from it, Niall helps me out, wrapping me in a fluffy towel while he drains the tub. When he turns back to me, he reaches for me, helping me to finish drying off before finding his own towel. Then he scoops me up into his arms, grinning at the small noise I make as he carries me back to the bed.
“Once more, lass,” he murmurs, as if he’s picked up on the fact that tonight is all we have left. “If you can take it.”
I lace my fingers through his, drawing him to me. “Yes,” I say simply, and then he’s moving over me, his lips capturing mine as he guides his cock to the slippery dampness between my thighs.