“Is breá liom tú.Is tú mo gah rud.”
“I know. I love you too,” I smile. Niall chuckles, holding my hand until we arrive back home.
When we get upstairs, he stops me as soon as we’re inside.
“Are ye sure ye’re all right,amhuirnín?” he asks, his voice gentle, his face a mask of concern. I sigh, rubbing my hand over my eyes.
“Would you believe that I actually am?” I groan. “As I said, I gave up on her long ago. I’m mainly surprised she was relatively sober while we were there.”
Niall watches me for a moment, pressing a kiss to my hairline. When he draws back, his eyes flash dangerously.
“In that case.” His voice drops low, silky, and dangerous, a shiver moving up my spine as heat floods between my thighs. “I didn’t like that ye didn’t listen to me and put yerself through something so upsetting when there was no need for it.”
“Is that so?” My lips part, my eyes shining with need. The Reaper has come out to play.
“Aye, ‘tis so,” he agrees as my heartbeat picks up the pace. “So ye’ll be stripping naked and laying down on the sofa on yer back.”
Swallowing, I step away from him, my nipples hardening under his heated gaze, and slowly obey him.
Once I’m laying down on my back. Niall slowly saunters toward me. Two of his fingers trail over my lips, pushing their way into my mouth.
“Suck,” he orders me, and I do, staring up into his green eyes. His pupils dilate as he watches me suck his fingers. He abruptly pulls them from my mouth, reaching over and shoving them inside me.
I moan, my back arching slightly off the couch as he starts to pump them.
“In the future, will ye listen to me and do as I say, lass?”
I nod slowly, gasping. “Maybe.” His hand moves faster, finger fucking me roughly. “It depends on what you’re asking.”
“Is that so?”
I shiver, arching my back again at his Reaper tone. His eyes still burning into mine, he unbuttons his jeans, pulling out his dick, trailing the tip over my lips, and pushing it into my mouth, as he did with his fingers.
“Suck,” he orders, continuing to thrust his fingers.
Moaning, I do as he says, lifting my hands to wrap around his shaft, pumping them as I suck him off. A growl rips through him, his eyes trailing over my body.
“Hands on yer tits.”
I quickly drop his shaft, moving them.
“I’m going to fuck yer mouth now, lass,” he informs me, proceeding to do so, not letting up for a moment with his fingers.
I last for about three minutes until I come, my eyes fluttering closed. As soon as I do, Niall’s fingers and dick disappear. My eyes fly open as his mouth closes around my clit, sucking hard, drawing my orgasm out. My fingers leave my breasts, tangling in his hair and holding tightly.
When I finally finish coming, Niall sits back, reaching out and stroking his thumb softly over my over-sensitized clit, causing my hips to buck and me to whimper.
“Hands on yer tits. I didn’t say to move them.” His eyes fix on mine again as I hurry to comply. “Now,” he smiles at me, his eyes glinting darkly. “Let’s try this again. Next time I tell ye to do something, will ye obey me?”
“Probably,” I gasp out. Niall growls, lowering his head between my legs again.
“Don’t let go of yer tits this time,” he says as his mouth closes around my clit and his tongue starts lashing it.
My hips start squirming and bucking, and he grabs them, digging in his fingers, holding me in place. I start cursing him, calling him every name under the sun, but he doesn’t stop. Probably because I don’t ask him to.
My head thrashes from side to side, and he rakes his teeth over my clit. Oh, God. My whole body spasms as I come again, gripping my breasts hard, my fingernails digging into the flesh.
He lifts his head again, sitting back and resuming stroking his thumb over my clit. I bite down on my lower lip to stop from crying out. I’m too sensitive. It’s too much.