8. Ronan

CHAPTER 8

RONAN

I did not regret saying it.

As we drifted off to sleep, she whispered my name into the darkness. I’ve never felt so… complete. She belongs here. Fuck, Leo belongs here, too. I’m getting ahead of myself, and I couldn’t fucking care less.

Nora spent the entire night in my arms. I slept for shit. I was overheated and every time she moved I was afraid she was leaving. But she didn’t and she’s still here. The whole night, she stayed tucked into my side, or with her back to my chest letting me hold her. Sleep can wait for another night. For the first time in a year I’m not waking up at an ungodly hour to talk to her.

She’s. Here… with me.

Our legs are tangled with her bare thigh draped over mine. Her cheek resting on my chest, I pull her closer, kissing the top of her head. She stirs and lets out the sweetest sigh I’ve heard in my fucking life, and damn it, I want more of it.

A quick glance at my alarm clock has me groaning—less than an hour until I have to get up. In sixty minutes, I’ll face the possibility that this is all I’ll have with her. One night where I got to pretend she’s mine.

“What time is it?” she murmurs sleepily, turning away from me to check the clock.

I pull her back to me, unwilling to give her up quite yet. “Doesn’t matter.”

“It absolutely does,” Nora chuckles, playfully swatting my chest.

She attempts to pivot again, but I grip her hip to hold her in place. When her eyes meet mine, I rest my forehead on hers, and slide my hand into her hair, desperate to taste her again. Our breath in sync, the ache in my chest is unbearable as a million questions swim around in my head unanswered. I’m too much of a coward to ask any of them.

“Stay.” It isn’t a question or a command; it’s a damn plea. “Just a little longer. I have to be up in an hour for?—”

Nora closes the small distance and brings her lips to mine, exhaling a small sigh when they meet. Our lips only break for her scattered words. “You told me I could decide in the morning.” Her sweet whispers into my mouth make my heart swell.

“Oh yeah? And what did you decide?” I tease between kisses.

She answers by shifting to straddle me, only my boxers and her thin cotton panties keeping my throbbing cock from her. One hour won’t be enough, even if this is as far as we take things this morning.

As she sits up, I stifle a groan, loving seeing her wearing my number. Her hair is pulled over one shoulder and I tuck it behind her ear. So many nights I imagined her like this, but nothing compares to reality. She tugs from the hem of the shirt, pulling it over her head, and tossing it aside. The only thing more beautiful than seeing her wearing my clothes is this topless goddess before me.

In an instant, I sit up to take off my own shirt, and kiss the side of her delicate neck. With my arms wrapped around her, this time I selfishly leave a small mark behind, drawing her soft skin into my mouth and sucking hard. She whimpers a sigh and tangles her fingers in my hair with one hand, gripping my back with the other. Neither of us can get close enough.

My abdominal muscles are on fire, likely from not hydrating enough yesterday, but I suffer through the pain. Feeling her nearly naked body against mine is worth it… and she’s fucking mine.

I bring her with me as I fall back onto the bed, and she lets out an adorable laugh. A quick slap to her arse and her giggles subside in an instant. “Knickers off, Nora. I only have an hour to make you come four times.”

“Four? Are you mad?” Nora laughs, biting her lip as she tugs them off. She narrowly misses kneeing me in the balls, making my breath hitch.

“Want to make it five?” I ask as she flings her underwear to the ground. “You better count each and every one, or I’ll start over.” I shimmy between her legs until my face is less than an inch from her sweet cunt.

Eyes wide, she gasps, “What are you doing?”

“Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. I’m a growing boy, you know.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Sit, Nora.” I grip from behind her thighs and lick up her pussy, circling twice around her clit. She shutters at the sensation, but stops hovering. I slip my tongue into her cunt, curling as I drag it out slowly, and slide it back in, letting her moans and soft whimpers guide me. Bracing herself with her hands behind her on my abs, I hiss through the pain. My girl likes the vibration against her, so I moan as I continue to feast on her. She begins grinding against my face and I have to reach to adjust my leaking cock. I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my fucking life, loving that she’s not afraid to take what she wants.

I graze my teeth against her clit and her whole body quivers. When I do it again, she moans my name with a string of swears. The third time, I suck hard, and it does her in, coming all over my face. I’m drenched and couldn’t be happier, pulling my mouth away long enough to command, “I thought I told you to count, my little night owl.”

“One,” she sighs breathlessly. “There’s no way I can take four more.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.” I slide out from under her legs. I’ll need to make her come at least one more time with my mouth before I leave for the morning, desperate to taste her the rest of the day. “On your elbows, arse in the air, darlin’.” I move behind her and she looks coyly at me over her shoulder. I nip at her perfectly round arse and she yelps, making me chuckle. “If I do anything that you don’t like, you have to tell me.”

“Don’t sound so ominous. What do you have in mind?”

I grip her arse with both hands, rubbing one large circle around each cheek with my palms, then lift my right hand and bring it down with a crack. It’s enough to leave a faint red handprint behind. I press a single kiss to the spot and whisper against her skin. “I love the idea of leaving my marks on you in place only I get to see.” She whimpers at my admission. Swiping my finger along her slit, she’s still fucking soaked for me, and I bring my wet fingers to my lips, sucking them clean. “You’re ready for me, aren’t you? Need me buried deep inside you, fucking you hard until you’re seeing stars?”

“Please,” she begs sweetly, and I reward her by pressing two fingers inside her. She’s so fucking tight, I’ll likely come the instant I’m inside her. “Fucking hell, that feels good.”

I lift my free hand and bring it down with more force than the first one, leaving a matching red handprint on her other arse cheek. Her moans are louder, music to my ears as she takes my fingers. Rubbing the beautiful mark, I bend to kiss it as I did the other, and can’t help my grin when she backs up into me.

“Are my fingers not enough, darlin’. I can’t give you three; I don’t want you to be sore today.”

“Please, Ronan, I need more.”

I spank her arse, making her tighten around my fingers. Her whimpered sighs fill the room and I carefully add a third finger to her tight cunt. She screams out in ecstasy as I pick up the pace curling my fingers. My hand stings and the need to feel it again overcomes me. I spank her a few more times, a bit more gentle than before, not wanting to hurt her. My fingers tingle and I relish the sensation. A final crack to her arse and she comes for me, her pussy pulsing around me as I continue my pace, prolonging her orgasm.

“Two,” she cries out and satisfaction fills me.

“That’s it, beautiful. You did so fucking well.” I don’t slow down, loving how she’s soaking the sheets beneath us. “Give me one more.”

“I don’t think I can,” she sighs, still recovering from her last one.

“Tell me to stop and I will, but I know you can take it. One more and my cock is all yours.”

Nora lets out a full laugh. “All mine? Is it a consolation prize for coming?”

“I’m a man of my word.” I kiss her lower back, then nip at her arse. “I promised five, you have three to go.” Snaking my arm around her middle, I pull her back flush with my chest. “I want to take you just like this.” She rests the back of her head on my shoulder and I slide my hand lower to circle her clit. I can’t help peppering kisses to every inch of her shoulders and neck as she shivers against me. “You’re doing amazing, darlin’. So fucking perfect.”

“Don’t stop.” Reaching up to cup my neck, she keeps my lips on her skin. In a single morning, she’s ruined me for any other woman, and I haven’t even fucked her yet. I increase the pressure on her clit and she screams out, “Four!”

I graze my teeth against her, then leave a second bright red mark on the side of her neck. I hope she’ll wear her hair down for a week; I don’t want anyone but me to see it. “That was three, Nora.”

Sagging against me, she groans, “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, it was only three.” I lay us down on the mattress, and wrap her in my arms. “I still have half an hour. You can rest, but I’m taking my last two before I have to go.”

As much as I hate to leave her, I get up to retrieve a couple glasses of water. It’s the longest two minutes of my life. When I return, she’s under the sheets and sits up to take a glass from me. I’m surprised my muscles haven’t seized up; it’s going to be a gruelling workout this morning with my mates.

I finish my water in long gulps, then set the glass down on my nightstand. As I climb into bed with her, she keeps the sheet clutched to her chest, sipping her water. I yank it down, taking her by surprise and spilling a little water. “Ronan!” She pulls the sheet up and I tug it down again. “What are you doing?”

“You’re beautiful, I don’t want you hiding from me.”

Nora blushes, takes a few more sips of her water, and sets it next to my empty glass. There’s a mischievous glint in her eyes as she leans in to kiss me. It starts slow, sweet, and I swear my soul leaves my body every time her lips meet mine. Sliding my hand into her hair, I briefly deepen our kiss, but she breaks away, kissing down to my neck, my collarbone and chest. I flinch when she reaches my stomach, and she looks up with earnest eyes.

“You’re injured. Was it from the match?”

“Aye, but don’t worry about me. I’ll be going in for a long massage after my workout.”

She cocks an eyebrow, still moving down my body and settling between my legs. “I should warn you, I get jealous. I hope he’s a big Swedish man named Lars.”

“Her name is Kim,” I tease and she scrunches her nose. “Who is into women. Her girlfriend is very pretty, though.”

Nora hooks her fingers into the sides of my boxers and slides them down, freeing my aching cock. I help myself out of them the rest of the way and haphazardly toss them onto the floor. She licks once up my shaft, making my cock twitch. “I hope she’s as good with her hands as I am with my mouth.”

In a swift motion, Nora takes all of me— every fucking inch —until her lips are at the base. She doesn’t gag, and I’m feeling a bit self conscious that I’m not as big as I thought I was. But, fucking hell, her mouth is amazing. She pulls off me with an audible pop and chuckles, “Well, this was fun, I should go.” I freeze, wondering if she’s actually serious. My fear must be written all over my face when she bites her lip, grips my cock, and swirls her tongue around the head. “So, no jokes while shagging. Got it.”

I sit up and wrap her legs around me. “Jokes about leaving? No.” Her slick cunt is pressed against me. If I moved a couple inches, I could slide her onto me bare. “Fuck, Nor, I’m dreading saying goodbye to you in”—I check the clock—“twenty six minutes.”

“You’re acting like you’re about to go off to war,” she laughs, brushing a soft kiss to my lips. “I’ll see you in a few days.”

“Few days?” I flip her onto her back, making her giggle. They’re cut short when I slide the length of my cock against her clit. “Come by tonight.”

“I can’t. I need to get settled in at my new flat.”

My forehead falls to her shoulder and I groan, “Fuck, I’m sorry. I forgot about Leo.”

“Hey.” Nora takes my face in her hands and forces me to look at her. “Right now, it’s just you and me for twenty-something minutes. We’ll figure it out. But… please tell me you have condoms?”

I press a single kiss to her forehead and reach into the nightstand to take one out. I tear the foil with my teeth, remove it, and slide it onto my cock. This is how I want her—sex drunk and still ready for me. I swipe the tip up and down her pussy before gliding inside her. She arches her back and lets out the sexiest little moan. As much as I want to watch her fall apart for me, I know I’ll get overstimulated. I nestle my head in the crook of her neck as I slowly move in and out of her. Her legs are wrapped firmly around me, tilting her hips up to take me deeper.

Thrusting harder, her moans grow louder, her breathing uneven. I’ll take my last two from her before I dare set foot outside this flat. Her fingers grip my back, nails digging into my skin. “I need more, darlin’. Can you—” Without having to explain myself, she rakes her nails down my back and I won’t last much longer at this rate. I reach between us and circle her clit with my thumb. She tights around my cock and it nearly does me in. Pressing soft kisses to the marks I left behind on her neck, I whisper, “You’re mine, Nora.”

As if my words are her undoing, her cunt pulsing as she comes for me, screaming, “Four,” and I continue to thrust harder and deeper. My declaration wasn’t empty—Nora is mine. I refuse to believe this is one night. She’s special and I have every intention of keeping her.

I lift onto my elbows to find her gorgeous blue eyes glazed. “One more. I want you to come with me.” I close the distance and kiss her, continuing to rock in and out of her tight pussy. It’s as if we’re two puzzle pieces fitting together perfectly. Admittedly, this is the most intimate sex I’ve ever had, which is probably why it’s messing with my head.

Nora gasps into my mouth as her cunt grips my cock, and her fifth orgasm crashes over her. I don’t bother asking her to count, finding my own release. I nearly black out, my vision a blur as I empty myself into the condom. I remain inside her for several minutes, struggling to catch my breath. Every touch, every soft kiss from her, it’s all heightened.

The alarm blares, startling both of us. I reach for it, smacking the off button, my cock still buried in her pussy. I press a final kiss to her lips and ask, “Quick shower?”