to him, and beg for his erection in her mouth.
“This cock is so hard for you, love.”
Holy shit was right.
“Take them off.” Her voice was hoarse, her breathing ragged, but he understood. Hooking the waistband of his boxers, he shoved them down his body. His…cock, he’d called it—she filed that away in her store of Fionn knowledge—bobbed against his lower belly, thick and red, the tip wet. It was her turn to lick her lips.
“Lyse.” Her name was more growl than anything. “Keep looking at my cock like that and this isn’t going to last.”
She wanted it to last forever, but she couldn’t wait any longer. Pulling herself up, she came to her hands and knees and began a slow stalk across the bed. Where this temptress came from, she didn’t know and didn’t care; all she knew was that the heat rising inside her couldn’t wait a second longer.
“Feckin’ hell.” Fionn angled his cock out as if he knew exactly what she wanted. And he did. It took seconds to get close enough, and then she was leaning forward, the male, musky scent of him filling her nose, the salty taste of him settling on her tongue as she licked the broad head.
A rough groan left Fionn’s lips, so she did it again, lingering this time. When he widened his stance, bringing his hips in line with her mouth, she stopped taking her time and sucked him in just as he had her.
Fionn’s shout was barely muffled. He was trying to protect her, she knew, to keep their privacy in a house full of adults who knew exactly what those sounds meant. But oh, she wished he’d let go, that he didn’t have to hold back. She wanted to hear him shout his pleasure, shout her name. As it was, the constant low growl escaping him as she bobbed carefully on his cock made her feel ten feet tall—and wet. So wet.
Fionn’s hands slid into her hair to grip her head, tilting her to a different angle. His cock slid farther along her tongue to her throat. “Lyse…God, that’s it. Right there. Your mouth…” He eased back, pushed in again. The silken skin she sucked seemed so soft, but the weight of him was heavy between her lips, making her jaw ache. She nursed him anyway, wanting to give him pleasure, wanting everything she could get, including his come in her mouth. Controlling him like this, seeing his head thrown back, his eyes squeezed tight in what looked like agony—she could climax just like this, just from watching him, touching him, loving him.
Her heart clenched hard.
“You’ve got to stop, love,” he choked as the head pushed against her throat once more. Slowly, holding her still with his fists in her hair, he slid back until his cock fell from her lips. When she whined, he smiled. “Keep that up and this’ll end real soon.”
“You keep saying that, but it doesn’t look like we’re getting closer to the end.”
“One of us is.” A ragged laugh left him. “C’mere.”
Pulling her up onto her knees, he settled her hands on his chest. “Touch me, Lyse.”
He asked her to touch him so he could have free reign to do the same, she realized a second later when rough hands palmed her breasts. She could barely concentrate on the hills and valleys of masculine muscles in front of her, the sheer power beneath her palms and fingertips, when he was plucking her nipples, pinching, milking. One hand roamed along her scar, down the valley between her breasts, her ribs, up her back and then down. His grip on her ass cheek sent a thrill of excitement through her—the first time a man had touched her there, that anyone had touched her there. She hadn’t realized how sensitive it would be. Or how agonizingly close to the center of her torture it was. She wanted him between her legs, wanted him to lick her like she had him, to touch her, but most of all she wanted the hard length of him pushing inside her, giving her the ultimate pleasure a woman could find.
And if he didn’t do it soon, she really just might scream, audience or no audience.
She shifted, trying to get his hand closer to where she wanted it. “Fionn, please.” They’d just started, hadn’t they? So why did she feel like she couldn’t take much more without going insane?
His hand left her breast to cup her cheek, tilting her up for his