TWENTY FOUR

Ronan

I hit stop on the video recording for the millionth time, erasing what I filmed and scrubbing a hand over my face. I keep fumbling it. The truth is I don't know what to say. We're supposed to journal about the day, but all I can think about is how much I want to get my hands on Justine. That, and the fact that I shouldn't be thinking about that.

In the past, I've had women become attached far too quickly. To me or, more likely, to my bank account. I get the impression, though, Justine is smarter than that. Clumsy, sure, but smart enough to know what this is and what it's not.

I should be smart enough to know what it shouldn't be. I should never have touched her in the first place. Made her come for me, make her moan and beg. Apparently, I'm not paying attention to any of that, though. Because doing it again has been on a constant loop in my brain all day.

There are so many reasons why it would be a bad idea to take this further than I already have. Regardless of what else we do, fallout will come, when she discovers I'll have to find her a new job. I haven't broached that with her yet, though I really should. The more I get involved sexually, though, the more likely it is there will be... expectations. I don't do relationships. I don't usually do more than one night, so Justine is already an anomaly. When filming is done, though, that's it. This ends.

The shower cuts off in the ensuite bathroom and I picture her toweling off her smooth, pale skin. I stash the phone, giving up on filming anything I'd allow them to air. The ensuite door opens and Justine emerges in a cloud of steam. Her cheeks are rosy, her hair clings to her cheeks in damp tendrils, and she has only a towel wrapped around her, the fabric tucked in such a way there's a slit right up the middle of her left thigh.

Of course, my eyes linger there.

"Come here." I pat the bed beside me. I'm sitting propped against the headboard on the far side from the bathroom.

Justine hesitates.

"Come on."

"Should I get dressed first?" She's still clutching the towel around her.

"Probably." I wish she wouldn't. I'd love the chance to really look at her again. I bet her skin is all the same pretty soft pink. I want to take it all in while I get to watch her pale nipples harden under my gaze.

She darts into the walk in closet. She calls back, "I'll put my pajamas on."

I sigh. Should have kept my mouth shut.

She only takes a moment and when she returns, I'm pleased to see she hasn't bothered with a bra. Her nipples are tight and peaked against the white fabric of her singlet top. Her pajama shorts are gratifyingly short.

She approaches the bed and slides across to sit next to me, not bothering to get under the covers. The whole time she's watching me as if I might pounce. She's not far off, but I do have some self-control.

If I was going to pounce, I'd make sure it's what she wants first.

"There's um... there's a sofa, in the living room..." Justine is still perched on the very edge of the bed.

"Do you want to sleep in separate rooms, Justine?"

There's a little intake of breath. A pause. "Do you?"

"Seems like that horse has already bolted, wouldn't you say?" It's a pathetic excuse. I know that. I've decided the course I'm taking, though.

She gets onto the bed and slides her feet under the quilt. I tuck it over her. It's a strange feeling. Almost ceremonial. As if we really are a married couple climbing into bed together.

Justine wriggles down until she's lying in the bed beside me. I slide down the mattress to join her. This is it. The moment I should roll away from her and wish her goodnight and maintain the tenuous line I drew in the sand the last two nights I didn't actually fuck her.

God, I want to fuck her.

Reaching across, I switch off the lamp and the room grows dim. There's a long silence.

"Ronan—"

I twist, searching her face in the dark, my pulse spiking. "Do you need help sleeping again, Justine? You only have to ask."

Her next breath is uneven. The scent of her pussy grows richer. Beneath the blankets, my cock has swollen to fully erect.

"I—is that allowed?"

Fuck good intentions. I roll until I'm hovering above her, caging her in with my arms on either side of her body, our faces almost nose to nose. "Why not? No cameras now. No audience. We're both adults. As long as you know what we're doing."

She swallows. Her tongue darts out to lick her lips. I catch a glimpse of it because I'm staring so hard at her trying to map every line in the dark.

"What are we doing exactly?"

I lower my hips, fitting into the cradle of her thighs. Her breath catches. Her legs part until I sink lower. I have to fight to keep my voice steady. "Taking pleasure, Justine. Did I give you pleasure the other night? And on Rottager Island?"

She nods. "Y-yes."

I roll my hips, letting the bulge of my cock rub her ever so slightly.

She whimpers.

"Then why not take more? Ask me, Justine and I'll give you as much as you ask for."

Her mouth parts on a silent moan when I rock my hips again. She's close to asking. I can feel it. I smell it on her.

Please, let her ask me for it.

For some fucking obtuse reason this will feel better if it's because she's asking.

It's been so long since I had any kind of release. I haven't even felt the urge until recently. Now all that pent up energy is raging through my system.

"Ronan..." Her voice is shaky.

Mine is deep and gravelly with need when I answer. "Ask me, Justine."

"Please!" The sweetness of that whispered plea does things to me I wasn't anticipating. Of course, my cock surges against her. My balls tighten, so full they ache.

More than that, my chest tightens and a ball of warmth spreads inside me. God, a bull could get addicted to that sound from her.

"Please, what, Justine? What do you need? Tell me and I'll give it to you."

She rolls her hips restlessly, breathing already sped up. I want to push up her top to fondle her pretty breasts. I want to tug off those tiny shorts and plunge deep inside her.

"I need—I want you. Please."

The feeling is mutual. I can't stop the firm thrust of my hips which pushes my cock against her.

She gasps.

"Is this what you want? You want all of me tonight? Because I'll be honest. I'm aching to give it to you, but only if that's what you want."

"God, yes."

The whispered confession nearly undoes me.

She whines when I pull away, but it's only to tug the shorts and panties over her hips. There's no holdling back now.

Soon her moist little pussy is bared for me and I don't waste any more time teasing her. I push her legs wide. She spreads them quickly for me. Then I dive in for my second taste, already knowing I'll be hungry again for this tomorrow.

God, she's sweet and slick. The juice from her pussy coats my tongue and her neat little labia as I lick and play and suck them into my mouth.

When she's squirming, I give her what she needs. I start at her clit, using the flat of my tongue to make long licks over the little bud. She swells as I work her. Her cunt grows wetter still and I struggle to lick it all up.

So much the better. I can't resist spearing my tongue right into her pussy to get a little more of her.

Justine cries out. Her body bucks. Then her hands find my horns and babygirl learns what they were made for. She moans when her unconscious tugging draws my head back to focus on her clit. Smiling to myself, I follow her silent plea for now. I'll teach her to ask for it later. Right now, the need to have my mouth on her is too great. I'm not stopping for anything. Not until she comes.

Using two fingers, I fuck into her tight pussy until they're sliding in and out with ease. Her noises increase. She tries to close her legs around my ears.

With my other arm, I hold her open for me. She's not escaping this pleasure. I flick my tongue faster, alternately sucking and nipping while I work her pussy with my fingers.

It doesn't take much of that.

Soon her back bows. Justine cries out. Then she floods my chin with moisture as she comes and her pussy clamps around my fingers so hard I have to push them back inside.

She shudders as she comes down from it.

I lift up to find her expression dazed. Her top is pushed up and her nipples peaked into hard buds.

Beautiful.

Fucking delicious.

I've waited what seems like an age for this.

Slowly as I can, I push down my pants and kneel over her. My cock drips with moisture at the swollen tip. It's going to feel so fucking good in her mouth. Even better inside that little cunt.

Justine looks up at me through heavy lidded eyes still glassy with pleasure.

"Open." Fisting my cock, I bring it toward her mouth.

She hesitates.

I pause. "What's wrong?"

"I-I don't know what I'm doing. What if I do it wrong?"

Fuck. Has she never given a blowjob before? The thought of taking her virgin mouth has my balls so tight my scrotum might have disappeared into my body. "You can't do it wrong, babygirl. Just do what I tell you and I promise I'll enjoy it. Can you do that?"

She nods.

"Open your mouth."

She obeys.

"Tongue out and hold it there for me."

Her tongue darts out and she waits for me.

I rub the tip across her tongue and nearly spill.

I have to suck in a breath and push down on the urge to come. She lets out a little moan, looking up at me like I've just blown her mind. Without me telling her, she gives me a confident lick, right across the crown.

Fucking hell!

It takes everything I have not to simply plunge into her mouth and fuck her face. She's not ready for that.

"Good girl," I say breathlessly.

Justine lifts herself up on her elbow and finds a better angle. Then she licks right up the shaft, flicking me a look from under thick lashes when she reaches the tip.

I'm holding onto my control by a hairsbreadth right now. Carefully, I slide my fingers into her hair, watching for her reaction. She doesn't flinch or struggle. I guide her head until my cock rests at her open mouth. "Ready, Justine?"

A slight nod.

That's all I need. I sink my cock into her mouth, careful not to thrust too far yet. She stretches her lips wide around the fat shaft. Her tongue slicks against the base of the head. It feels so fucking good I almost lose it.

Almost grip her hair tight and really give it to her.

Another day perhaps.

For now, I content myself with shallow thrusts, faster and faster until we're in rhythm and she moans around my cock. It's good. It's fucking great, but it's not what I need right now, and it's not what she needs either.

"Such a good girl. Reach between your legs and touch that pussy for me. I want you ready to take all of me."

Again, she obeys me. Her next moan vibrates down my shaft and into my balls.

Panting, I pull out. "On your hands and knees, Justine."

I give her ass a little slap to hurry her movements, barely able to keep from tossing her around. When her ass is up, I push down on her lower back until she's arching for me. What a fucking meal. Her plump little pussy is ready and waiting for me. Her delicate little toes curl and her fingers clench the bedsheets.

I line up and slide the tip through her wetness. Then with a groan, I thrust into her soaking wet warmth.

She's tight. I can't push in all the way at first. Even after her orgasm and with her juices dampening her thighs, I have to work my way inside.

She gasps when I get close to bottoming out. Then her pussy clenches and releases. Finally, I hit a spot inside her that makes her say my name and my inner monster takes over.