Chapter 23

23

TALLULAH

I wasn’t sure if Niall knew how spooky I’d made these guest rooms look, but I was hoping he wouldn’t notice and get distracted by it. As always, as soon as he’d touched me, my body had turned into a live wire and need was already coursing through me.

He sealed his lips over mine, soft and firm while his kiss was hungry to the extent that he almost seemed desperate. I understood it, though. It’d been a couple days since we’d spent any time together and I’d genuinely missed this.

For someone who was only starting to discover real intimacy, it was amazing how much I’d come to crave it. As I slipped my fingers into his hair and held him to me, I kissed him back with just as much passion as he was showing me.

The backs of my knees brushed against the mattress and I sat down, pulling him with me and moaning when his weight came down on top of me. I loved feeling him against me like this, my body consumed by the size of his.

I stroked his strong cheekbones and smiled at the stubble I felt on his jaw. Niall was always clean shaven, but in the evenings, there was always a bit of growth from the day and I liked feeling it. It reminded me that he was real, and that what we had was real too.

He groaned into my mouth. “What are you smiling about?”

“You,” I murmured against his lips, scooting up on the bed and feeling him move with me. “I kind of like you, Niall Morrison.”

“Well, that’s great,” he replied on a husky whisper. “Because I kind of like you too, baby. Just a quick question, though.”

“Yeah, what’s that?”

“Why is there a pile of naked, plastic dolls in the corner?”

I groaned. “I was hoping you wouldn’t notice that. Ignore them. They’re part of my décor for this room.”

He grabbed the flashlight I’d dropped beside me and turned it off, smiling before he kissed me again. “That’s better. God, I don’t know how you come up with this stuff, but it’s damn creepy.”

“It’s supposed to be,” I teased, spreading my legs and feeling him hard and ready as he slid between them. I moaned, nipping his lips as I worked my fingers between us. “Don’t worry. I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to distract you.”

As I said it, I cupped the length of him in my palm and he sucked in a sharp breath. “Yeah, I think you might be right about that.”

“In fact,” I ventured, my heart starting to hammer at the thought. “I might just have the perfect idea to make sure you forget the dolls are even there.”

“What’s that?” he asked, moving his mouth to the column of my throat and pressing lazy kisses to it as his hips rolled into my grasp.

“Remember that thing I asked if we could try?”

I felt his head cock in the crook of my neck. “I hate to break it to you, baby, but in order to watch someone do something, you need light. I have a feeling that as soon as we switch on that light of yours, I’m going to see a whole hell of a lot of other stuff in here I don’t really want to be looking at while I’m trying to get myself off. We could try, though.”

I chuckled, but he wasn’t wrong about what he’d see. I had a feeling it’d kill his mood entirely if he caught even a glimpse of everything I’d hung up in here, but that hadn’t been what I’d been talking about anyway. “Not that thing. The other thing.”

He froze above me, but I swore I felt him twitch between my legs. “You want to go down on me?”

“I’d like to try,” I said, wondering if it’d been a mistake to bring it up until he took the lobe of my ear between his teeth and whispered raggedly to me.

“I’m definitely not going to say no to that, but you’re going to have to wait your turn. I brought you in here to make you scream, remember?”

Releasing my lobe, he kissed a path to my chest and then sucked my nipples into his mouth in turn, not even bothering yet to pull my tank out of the way. I gasped, need crashing into me all over again. “I’m definitely not going to say no to that either.”

“Good, because I have a few plans of my own before I can let you melt my brain.” He spoke around my breast, his hand moving to the waistband of my pajamas as he shifted his weight to give himself easier access.

I shivered as he dragged his fingertips along the skin underneath the elastic waistband, teasing me as he brought his mouth to my ear. “I can’t wait to feel your lips wrapped around my cock, Tallulah, but it doesn’t have to be tonight. We’re moving at a pace you’re comfortable with, remember?”

My breathing hitched when he pushed his hand down just a little further and I moaned a breathy response. “I don’t want to wait anymore.”

“For what?” he asked as he brushed his fingertips against my mound. “To make me come, or for me to make you come?”

“Both.”

He chuckled, keeping his touches light as he teased me, only just not quite going as far as I needed him to. “We’re going to work on that.”

“Work on what?” I panted, arching my hips to egg him on.

He dipped his fingers a little lower. “Getting you out of your head. I want you to tell me what you want, baby. What you need. You never have to be shy with me.”

The longer he teased me, the more difficult it was to keep track of what he was saying. My panties were soaked, every little part of me down there swollen and aching for him. Somewhere in the back of my mind, a little voice urged me on to just say it already.

I wasn’t some shy little wallflower and my voice was no longer being silenced. What Niall was encouraging me to do was exactly what I’d been so excited about when I’d first realized it was possible. He wanted me to be open about what I wanted in bed and right now I wanted him to touch me.

“Make me come,” I moaned, spreading my legs even further apart like some wanton creature with no inhibitions.

Niall moaned too, bringing his mouth back to mine in a searing kiss as he finally slid his fingers between my folds. My hips bucked and I mewled into his mouth as he stroked my clit, circling it as he pushed a fingertip against my entrance.

My nipples hardened into little pebbles, my entire body starting to shake as he gave me exactly what I needed. Even bringing his free hand to my breasts, he pinched one of my nipples harder than I’d realized I’d like, but as he did it, a strangled cry fell out of me.

Every time I was with him, he managed to find new ways to take me to heights I’d never been before and it was utterly intoxicating—not only the pleasure, but the fact that with every encounter, I was learning more and more about what I really liked.

My body tensed and my eyes screwed shut, the first sparks of the orgasm starting to explode behind my lids. I writhed against him, practically riding his hand and when he pinched my nipple again, even giving my clit a cheeky little smack with his thumb, I was gone.

Flying over the edge, I screamed his name and kissed him hard, wondering if I was ever going to stop screaming when I was with him. It felt so good, though. Too good. I couldn’t help it, my brain splintering as the waves of pleasure engulfed me.

It seemed to take forever to come back up for air but when I did, I pushed immediately at his shoulders, nudging him onto his back. I was weak, still panting, but I was desperate now to give him the same kind of pleasure he so freely gave me.

My clothes weren’t even off yet, but I moved onto my knees when he rolled over, practically clawing at his fly to get it open. Niall growled when I freed him from the constraints of his slacks, my fist wrapping tightly around his shaft.

I flicked my eyes to his as I bent over, my heart hammering in my chest and my inhibitions apparently still gone. “Don’t ask me again if I’m ready. I’m ready, Niall. Are you?”

“Probably not,” he admitted, his breathing choppier than I’d ever heard it. “I’m yours though, baby. Do with me what you will.”

A grin spread on my lips and a strange warmth invaded my chest at his words, but I ignored the warm and fuzzy feeling for now, focusing on the outline of him in the dark. The storm was still raging outside, but in the flashes of lightning, I could see the glistening wetness on his tip and I was finally going to get to taste him.

Lowering my head slowly, I parted my lips, wondering if I should stop to ask for the proverbial directions. I’d tried this once or twice with Carter, but it’d never lasted long and it hadn’t been particularly successful.

In the end, as soon as my mouth touched his slick, soft skin, instinct took over. I wasn’t stupid. I’d read books and magazine articles that described blowjobs. I had a basic idea of what to do and I went with what felt right.

Curling my tongue around the head of him, I moved my mouth lower until it touched my hand. Then I pulled back and started over again. Niall cursed and shook underneath me, his muscles tense as his hand flew into my hair.

“Shit, Tallulah.”

Heat rushed between my legs again. It’s working! It’s actually working!

I doubled my efforts, realizing that I could learn without asking just by paying attention to his body language. Whenever he groaned, gasped, or twitched, I made a note of what I’d done to elicit it and then I tried it again.

Faster than I’d have thought possible, I felt him swell in my mouth and he tapped my shoulder. “Baby, I’m going to?—”

I threaded the fingers of my free hand through his, letting him know that I’d heard him but that I wasn’t going to stop. A moment later, jets of his release hit the back of my throat. I moaned, surprisingly turned on by him losing it with me in such an intimate way.

Breathing hard in the aftermath, he reached for me, hauling me back up and kissing me hard before he rolled us over so he was on top of me again. There was a wild glint in his eyes when lightning lit the room again, and he was as hard as he’d ever been.

“I want you,” he said urgently, reaching for his discarded pants and making a condom appear as if by magic.

As soon as I saw it, I reached for my shorts, pushing them off and kicking them to the foot of the bed. Within seconds, he had it open and on, and then he was pushing into me, his mouth devouring my own as he caught my hands in his and kept them pressed against the mattress above my head. Since I trusted him completely, I allowed myself to enjoy the sensation of surrendering to him like this and didn’t fight his grasp on me, simply meeting his thrusts and loving how free I felt with him.

In no time at all, I felt the pleasure speeding up on me once more, and I let it go without even trying to hold back, slamming my lips against his as I came harder than I probably ever had. Miraculously, I felt him swell inside me as well, but I was too far gone to wonder if it was even possible.

As the waves of pleasure finally subsided, we sagged down on the mattress together, half-dressed and shaky as we tried to catch our breath. With the storm still in full swing outside, he just held me and finally he chuckled against my skin. “Well, I think we gave the ghosts and the dolls a good show.”

I smiled, my hand on his chest and my head resting on his shoulder. “Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?”

“Footsteps outside the door,” I joked. “I think the ghosts are leaving to let us cuddle in peace.”

Niall laughed quietly and pressed a kiss to the top of my head, but when a series of creaks that sounded like real footsteps rang out from the attic above us, both of us sat bolt upright. I felt my heart lurch in my chest.

“What was that?”

“A sign that we should get the fuck out of here,” he bit out, reaching for his pants and quickly putting them back on.

I did the same, then grabbed the flashlight and switched it on, taking his hand and running downstairs with him. We rushed back to the guesthouse together, both of us soaked as we finally burst in and made our way to my bathroom.

“Shower?” I offered coyly.

Niall winked at me as he stripped out of his shirt. “You’re on. I just hope the ghosts in this house are okay with us falling asleep in here after.”