EIGHTEEN

Justine

Come here and let me show you.

Oh, God, I feel his words right in my core. The trickle of moisture between my folds as I straddle his lap is unmistakable. It makes me glad I'm still dressed so he can't see what he's done to me with just a few words. I'm sure it's not normal.

His hands are on me instantly, sliding up over my hips, drawing me closer than I dared to go on my own. Close enough that the bulge between his thighs presses against my pussy.

My mouth drops open. My eyes flutter closed as my hips rock all on their own, grinding my pussy against his erection.

Ronan lets out a long low groan. Then his hands clamp around my waist, stilling me. "None of that. This is about you finding out exactly what your body can do, Justine. Finding out exactly what someone with any sense would want to do with it."

He lifts my t-shirt over my head and instinctively I raise my arms so he can pull it off. Finally, I'm only in my bra and leggings, my nipples are budded into tight peaks, pressing against the fabric begging for his touch.

Apparently, they're begging loudly because, in the next second, Ronan pulls aside the cups and my breasts spill out into his hands. Then his impossibly long tongue is on me, curling around my nipple, while his hand is working the other breast.

I writhe in his lap, unable to keep still.

God, he hasn't even touched my pussy yet, but I feel ready to combust.

He keeps going. Well beyond the point where I'd have been glad if he pushed me back onto the bed and simply sank his cock into me.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, that nasty little nagging voice warns me this is a very bad idea. He's my boss. He said no touching. He seemed really, really firm about that.

I shove that voice right back where she came from.

Not hard to do when Ronan's tongue and mouth and lips are sending me to another plane of existence. Finally, he reaches around my body and unfastens the bra. My aching nipples, damp with his saliva, throb in the cool air of the room while the rest of my body is on fire.

His thick fingers spear through my hair and pull my head firmly back and to the side, exposing my neck. Agile lips nuzzle beneath my ear for a moment. My pussy clenches.

"Did you like my mouth on your tits, Justine?"

I whimper.

"I think you did. But I want to hear you say it. Tell me you like my mouth on your breasts."

"I-I liked it."

He chuckles softly. "You can do better than that."

My cheeks are hot with embarrassment, but my pussy aches with the need to keep going. Where has this Ronan come from? This sensual, dirty talker must have been hidden beneath the surface all along. No wonder he's so grumpy. If he's hiding this side of himself that's got to take a lot of effort.

He's still waiting for my response.

I clear my throat. "I liked your mouth on my breasts." It sounds so brazen to say it, but I did. I loved it. I want more.

"Good girl. Now where else would you like me to touch, hmm?"

I inhale sharply when his hands cup my ass.

"This spankable ass?"

Then he curls his fingers all the way under me and I feel the firm press against my pussy. "Or this pretty pussy? Choose."

"My pussy," I whisper.

Ronan laughs again. The sound is deep and gruff. It only makes him that much hotter.

"Pants off, unless you'd like me to tear them off."

I try to stand, but my ankle is too sore. My wince is all it takes. Ronan grabs me by the waist and tosses me back onto the bed.

"That won't do. I forgot about your ankle." He yanks the pants and my underwear off in one swift gesture. Then he pushes my knees up to my ears, exposing me completely. "Must remember to keep it elevated."

I flush again, a hundred times more violently than before. I'm so utterly naked and spread out under him. He must see every fold in my belly, every roll. Every glistening secret of my core.

When I can bring myself to look, though, he isn't looking at my belly. His hungry gaze is locked on my pussy. My fingers tighten against the fleshy part of my thighs.

"Such a wet little pussy." Ronan runs a knuckle down the back of my thigh. "Can I play with it, Justine? Is that what you want?"

"Please!" Right now I'm too desperate to feel shy. I'm sure I'll cringe about this in the morning.

He tsks, skimming my pussy once again, refusing to touch me. "Use your words like a good girl. Tell me ‘Ronan, I need you to play with my pussy'."

I squeeze my eyes shut tight, unable to say the filthy words and look at him at once. "Ronan, I... need you to play with my pussy."

"Of course you do, needy girl. And that's just what I'm going to do."

I'm expecting fingers. A confident, practiced touch.

What I get instead is warm and wet and so much more nimble than fingers. I gasp. My eyes fly open. I look down to see Ronan Kernos on his knees between my legs with his mouth on my pussy, devouring me like I'm his last meal.

His horns nudge my legs wider and further back. He is not holding back at all!

If I thought his mouth felt amazing on my breasts, there is nothing like the feeling of him suckling on my clit. Laving up my folds with the flat of his powerful tongue. Dipping inside.

I cry out! I wasn't even sure guys liked going down there, let alone this. Do people do this?

Holy shit.

I don't know about people, but monsters certainly do. The way Ronan's tongue curls inside me there's no way this is his first time.

I'm hit with a sudden rush of pleasure. Pressure so intense I moan. Then Ronan strokes me inside with the tip of his long tongue and I come in a rush of moisture.

I'm shaking by the time it's over. The sweetness of it lingers and feels so good it's almost like the build up all over again.

I squirm.

He has me pinned. A firm hand on either leg holding me at his mercy.

"Ronan!"

He mumbles something against my pussy, but he doesn't stop.

"Ronan!" I tug at his horns, but he only grunts and doesn't let up.

I'm breathless. The pressure is back and the wet sloppy noises he's making are just shameful. What's happened down there? Is it a flood? "Ohmigod, Ronan, you have to stop."

He finally lifts his head. "Do I? I've only just gotten started."

My pussy gives another violent flutter and I bite my lip to keep from moaning. "It's too wet."

Ronan chuckles, releasing my legs. "It's delicious."

My mouth falls open. I can't even speak. He thinks it tastes good?

"You don't believe me?"

Numbly, I shake my head.

I try to sit, but he slides a thick finger through my folds and I collapse back into the bed with a moan. Only he stops. He lifts his hand. I stare. It's coated in... me. "Open."

His voice is so commanding. When he lifts his finger toward my face, I realize what he wants. I'm helpless to do anything but wait and watch as he brings his finger to my mouth.

"Taste."

"I—" Can I do that?

"Taste," he says again.

Obediently, I take his finger into my mouth. I close my lips around it. The saltiness is unexpected. But beneath that, it's sweet and musky. It's slippery and I suck as he pulls it from my mouth, drawing the last of the flavor onto my tongue.

"See?"

I nod, shaken.

I just tasted myself and I think I liked it.

"Good girl. Now let's see if we can get you squirting again."

My eyes go wide, but his hand is already on my pussy. "Squirt—"

I'm cut off when two thick fingers impale me and slide all the way inside, somehow finding a place I never knew I had. My eyes just about roll back inside my head when Ronan slides his thumb over my clit and works inside my pussy with his fingers. He's not gentle. I fall back onto the mattress writhing. His swift, sloppy motions bring me right to the edge again.

I'm wet. I'm so wet. When he speeds up until he's practically vibrating my entire pussy, I come again so hard I can barely breathe.

My thighs clamp shut around his hand.

He keeps going.

I don't know if what I'm feeling is pleasure or pain, the intensity is so great. Then with a rush, the wet release gushes from me again and I'm shattered by two realizations: Cameron never made me come at all. And second, nothing—not even when I touch myself—feels like this; Wow, OK, three. Because I guess I'm a squirter. How the hell is this a thing I'm learning about myself from someone else?

Ronan slows his movements and waits until I've stopped trembling to withdraw his fingers.

I expect him to take out his huge cock and crawl between my thighs.

Instead, he presses his eyes shut for a moment and lets out a long breath. Then he stands. The bulge in the front of his trousers is unmistakable. "Enough."

He turns and strides to the door, letting in a whoosh of cold air that sends a shiver over my skin.

Then he walks out into the night, leaving me on the bed trembling all over again.