Niall

Oh, G.o.d

I won’t

It’s so

She was getting off, using my body, and began to rise more each time, push harder onto me in her return. Her fingers slid higher and gripped my hair, her hot mouth sucked and sc.r.a.ped at my neck. The smell and taste of her, the warmth of her thighs and her b.r.e.a.s.t.s as her skin brushed across mine, the decadent slide and suction of her along my length; it was like being submerged completely, not needing or wanting to come up for air.

And her sounds, oh. I’d never heard such honest expression of pleasure, tight and sharp right against my ear. The sound and feel of her—the f.u.c.king bliss she allowed herself—chipped away at my foggy notion of s.e.x, my frankly laughable experience to date. This was for her pleasure just as much as mine and the reality of it—what s.e.x should be: an intimacy to be shared rather than endured—made a fever tear through me, burning across my skin.

I’d also never been so hard, or greedy to grab and feel and consume. Just when I thought there couldn’t possibly be more, she moved forward or leaned back, taking me further, drawing me in. I pulled her nipple into my mouth, sucking and cupping the other breast in my hand, wild for her to ride me recklessly, but wanting her to continue to chase the euphoria I could see all over her face, to get there before I would lose it.

Because I knew, with Ruby, I would.

I could feel the tension building in my thighs, the need to shove up and f.u.c.k, and take, and let go. I could feel this raw beast, clawing out of me, wanting s.e.x like I’d never had but always needed: uninhibited and sweaty and hard.

Ruby’s movements became irregular and she pulled my mouth to hers, lips parted and pressed to mine, simply rocking over me, feeding me her moans and gasps and jagged exhales as she f.u.c.ked me. Her hips faltered, hands clutching at me, and I felt her tighten just before she arched away, crying out as she came. Her warmth, the slick feel of her stuttering on top of me, and finally—f.u.c.king finally—the way she rode me hard as her o.r.g.a.s.m began to peak unleashed the last bit of my control. The pleasure for me was impossible and I bent, pressing my teeth into the firm swell of her breast, groaning into her skin.

She collapsed into my chest and in a breath I lifted her, lowered her back to the plush carpet, and pulled her hips off the floor, sliding into her with a long, rough stab of my hips.

Ruby’s breath caught—she was so tight, a fist around me—and she watched as I began to lose my mind, lose my heart. I didn’t know myself in this moment: this man who kneeled between her legs and held her hips in my hands to keep from f.u.c.king her across the floor. I hardly recognized the man who told her,

Watch

Look right where I’m f.u.c.king you

You’re soaked so wet so soft

f.u.c.king h.e.l.l you’re so warm and wet you feel so f.u.c.king perfect

Pleasure cascaded down my back, clawed out of me and she was reaching between us, touching me where I pulled from her with every stroke, begging me with her eyes to let go, to show her how good it felt.

I couldn’t close my eyes. Not in a million years could I close my eyes the first time she watched me come, over her, inside her. My thrusts were coa.r.s.e, exhales sharp and harshly pulling grunts of exertion from my throat. I gave into the spiral, losing my rhythm, as I bellowed into the quiet room.

Never before had I known a pleasure so intense.

I stilled, chest sweaty and heaving as I looked down at her. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were flushed and glistening, cheeks splotchy and lips parted as she struggled to catch her breath.

“Niall . . .” she said, running a shaking hand up my chest.

Instinct kicked in: a panicky sense of obligation. I pulled from her, standing on shaky legs and jogging to the bathroom to retrieve a cloth, hold it under the warm tap.

Returning to her, I bent, pressing the warm cloth between her legs, soothing and wiping away my—

“Niall,” she said, stilling my hand with her fingers around my wrist.

I sat back on my heels, looking up at her face. “Do you hurt?”

Her brow pulled together in confusion. “No?” She took the cloth from my hand and pulled me back over her. “You didn’t have to run off to clean me up. I wanted to enjoy some postcoital kisses. I want to be messy because of you.”

Embarra.s.sed, I winced, bending to kiss her lightly on the cheek. “Right. Sorry.”

“Don’t be. Seriously, kudos, sir.” Her legs slid around my hips and I propped myself on my elbows above her. “Missionary is clearly your superpower. Noted.”

I smiled. “It should be. It’s all I did for eleven years. Honestly, having you on top—” I stopped, feeling my stomach fall into an abyss when I registered what I’d just said.