8. Ronan

Ronan

The sound of the door closing behind me is like the gunshot at the start of a race. In two strides, I'm in front of her, and in one second, I'm kissing her upturned lips. I make good on my promise to devour her, plundering her mouth, drinking down her needy whimpers as my hands tangle in her hair. Hands roam my back, gripping my shirt, then releasing it to move to my shoulders, then back down, as if she can't stop herself from trying to touch every inch of me.

I can relate. There's nothing I want more than to spend the next several hours exploring all of her.

Starting right fucking now.

Sweeping Willow up into my arms, I carry her through the suite until I reach the bedroom. Her tits are pressed against me, her long sun-kissed legs wrapped around my waist. I don't want to set her down but it's kind of a fucking necessity for me to get my clothes off. Slowly, I lower her to stand, our lips never breaking apart in kiss after hungry kiss.

I fumble with my buttons but manage to get the damn shirt open and tear it off as her hands make quick work of undoing my shorts. They get shoved down along with my boxers and my cock springs free, already hard. Hell, it's been hard all goddamn evening.

"Ronan," she moans as I suck a mark into the base of her neck. Fucking right, I'm claiming her. I've never felt semi-feral over a woman like I do over this one. We only met a few days ago, but it's as if my body knows exactly what to do to drive her wild. I graze my teeth and tongue over her soft, warm skin, dropping down to her perfect tits that were just pressed against me. Sucking one into my mouth, I pull, then release with a pop as she tugs on my hair. Moving to the other side, I repeat the action before pushing them together in my hands.

"Fucking hell, I could spend forever here," I mutter in between kisses to the soft mounds.

"I hope you don't," comes her reply. I glance up to see that one fucking eyebrow raised again. Goddamn. Why is that so sexy? Is it the way she so unabashedly says what she feels, asks for what she wants, and takes no shit? How the fuck do I get all that from one eyebrow? I don't know.

"There's somewhere else I'd rather you focus your attention." She grins, then pushes away from me, hooking her fingers in her panties and sliding them down to kick them off before sitting on the bed. Those long legs spread wide, and there's no holding back my groan at the sight of her glistening pussy, covered in a neatly trimmed strip of hair.

"Look at how fucking wet you are for me. What a good fucking girl," I growl. Dropping to my knees, I kiss my way up the inside of one of her legs. My dick is aching, but there's not a chance I'm doing a goddamn thing about it until I've tasted her on my tongue.

Willow lifts her legs and drapes them over my shoulders before tangling her hands in my hair again. "Devour me, Ronan."

Fucking right.I dive in, and the second her essence hits my tongue, I groan. Swear to fucking God, I've never tasted anything so sweet. My tongue swirls around, lapping her up.

Every drop is like nectar, and I'm addicted. I suck on her clit, drawing out a shriek. Her body bows off the bed when I sweep my tongue up and down her slit, then tug her clit in between my teeth again, this time letting them lightly graze the sensitized nub.

Her breathless sighs guide me just as much as her fingers tightening and releasing their grip on my hair. I add my fingers to the mix, dipping in and curling over to find her G-spot, surprising even myself with how I apparently zero in on it, judging by her reaction.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck!" she screams as her legs shake, squeezing my head like a vice. I taste her explode on my tongue as my fingers feel the clench and release of her inner muscles. Looking up at her face, I know for a fact I'll never forget how beautiful she is in the throes of her orgasm. The pink flush on her cheeks, her slightly parted lips, the pulse fluttering visibly in her neck.

She's a goddess.

Her legs relax, and as soon as I can move, I surge upward. Holding myself over her, I pause to lift one hand to wipe off my mouth, but Willow levers her upper body to capture my lips before I have a chance. Her desperation is driving me insane in the best possible way.

"I knew you would be good, but did you have to ruin me for any other man?" she purrs as she lowers herself back down. I lean my head in to kiss her again.

"Yeah, sorry."

"No, you're not." She laughs, shaking her head. I lower down onto one elbow, keeping most of my weight off her. But my cock is nestled between us and when she starts to shift under me, I groan.

"If you do that, things are gonna move a lot faster than I wanted them to."

"I'm good with fast. Really, really good. Fast is fun."

She pushes at my chest, and I roll over onto my back, taking her with me until she's straddling my hips. Her hand wraps around my dick, and the friction from her jacking me off has my spine stiffening, my head thrown back onto the pillow. "Fuck."

"Yes, please," she says saucily.

"Condoms are in the bathroom." I look her in the eye. "I'm clean, the team tests us regularly. But I've got one kid and don't want another right now."

She hops off and saunters into my bathroom, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Trust me, a kid is not in my future plans right now, either."

Coming back with the strip of condoms I almost didn't put in my wash bag while packing, she tosses them on the bed beside us before climbing right back on top of me. "Now. Where were we?"

I lace my hands behind my head and just grin. "Wherever you want us to be."

Taking one of the condoms, she tears it open with her teeth. It's such a guy move, I chuckle. "You're gonna be a lot of fun, aren't you?"

She doesn't answer right away, instead rolling the condom down my dick. Lining up her hips, she slowly starts to lower. Then, only then, does she reply. "More than you can handle."

I move to grip her ass, squeezing my fingers, then lifting one hand off and slapping the rounded flesh lightly. "You have no idea what I can handle. Ride me, Cherry. Use me like you'd use that fucking vibrator I know is in your bag."

Her smile is wicked. Sinful, lust-filled, and wicked. As her hips start to rock back and forth, she lowers herself down so that her breasts brush against my chest and her hair falls in a curtain around our faces. Her hips continue to bounce up and down my length. "Spank me again, Ronan. I like it."

My hand rubs a circle over her ass, feeling the muscles clench as she lifts herself up slightly, then slides back down. "Only good girls get what they ask for, and if you make me come before you do, then you'll be a very bad girl."

Willow stills. Our eyes are locked on each other. Heavy breathing is the only sound in the sexiest standoff I've ever imagined. Slowly, I lift my hand off her skin. She lifts her hips. I tilt my head and meet her smirk with one of my own.

"Goddamn it, woman," I grind out as I smack her ass, following through with a push up of my hips that forces her to clench around my cock.

"Fuck, yes, Ronan. Again," she moans, taunting me by rising up again. I shake my head, instead gripping her ass with my large hands and taking over from below, pistoning my hips up into her over and over.

My plan threatens to backfire as I feel my orgasm coming over me, but Willow's pussy is starting to flutter around me, and I know she's close as well. Reaching down between us, I manage to pinch her clit, making her scream my name.

"Ronan!"

"That's right, Cherry. You're mine. I told you. That means I decide when you come, and I say you come right fucking now." The last word comes out as a roar as she squeezes my dick in a vice, that orgasm I've been holding off hurtling through me at max force.

Her cries of pleasure mix with mine as I feel her own release ripple through her, the vibrations making me groan. She collapses down onto my chest, the two of us panting, hearts racing, skin sticky. Somehow, her arms wriggle underneath me so she's full-on hugging me.

Hugging me.

I haven't had a grown woman, other than my mother, hug me in a long fucking time. It should feel weird, but as my arms wrap around her, holding her to me, it doesn't feel weird at all.

"We are so doing that again."

I start to shake with laughter at her muffled words. She lifts her head off my chest and quirks her lips at me.

"You disagree?"

"Oh, hell no." Thanking all of my trainers and coaches for the muscles that make it possible, I flip us over so she's spread out underneath me. "I most definitely agree. Again, and again, and again." I kiss her, then pull out slowly and tie off the condom as I stand up. "You're really good at riding my cock; how good will you be at riding my face?"

Willow props herself on her elbows, and she's just so fucking beautiful, sprawled against the messed-up sheets in this hotel room on the other side of the world from my normal life, it makes me feel like I'm in a dream.

A really hot dream.

"You should know I had a horse when I was younger. I'm really good at riding anything."

I drop the condom in the waste basket and lunge back over her on the bed, sweeping her up in my arms as I roll onto my back. "How about you find the toy that had every man in the security line imagining you using it and ride away, cowgirl."