an art form. A dance. She was utilitarian with her movements, and fuck, if that didn’t get me even hotter.
As she dragged the tight jeans down her legs, revealing a pair of mismatched panties from her now-discarded bra, her bottom lip quivered as she hooked them down, too.
When she toed out of them, standing there before me like something from a Renaissance painting, I couldn’t contain the growl as I snarled, “Get on my bed.”
With a little squeak, she hurried over to the bed, and her fear? Fuck, it got me hot.
I usually fucked women who knew what they were getting into when they got into my bed.
Some women? They liked the bad boys. They liked thinking they were fucking someone who knew what it was like on the other side of the tracks. Some of them probably had husbands who came home every night at six and kissed them goodnight while making love to them in their double bed.
That wasn’t me.
They came to me for a fuck, and I fucked them. Using them as much as they used me.
But Aoife wasn’t like that, and maybe that was why she got to me so fucking much.
I watched her ass jiggle as she retreated to my room, and when she planted herself on my bed, her skin clashed with the blue comforter, and it made her look like one big bowl of peaches and cream that I wanted to lap right up.
My mouth watered with need for a taste, but instead, I stayed the bastard I was and murmured, “Spread your legs and show me your pussy.”
Her eyes widened, a whimper escaped her, but God love good Irish women, she obeyed. She parted her thighs, slipped her hand between her legs and showed me her pussy.
I looked at her for endless moments, our gazes trained on one another until I broke it, broke the stare to grab a chair from the side of my dresser. I dragged it over to the foot of the bed and took a seat before the show in front of me.
“Are you Catholic, Aoife?”
She blinked at me. “My mom was. I was b-baptized.”
I tilted my head at that. “Do you go to church?”
“Sometimes.”
“When was your last confession?” I half-mocked.
She swallowed. “About five years ago.”
I tsked under my breath. “Do good girls touch themselves, Aoife?”
I didn’t know why I was asking the question but fuck, it made my cock pound and from the sight of her dilated eyes, I knew she was wound up tighter than a spring, too.
“It’s a sin,” she half-mewled.
“I know. That’s why I asked.”
I reached over, pressed my hand above hers and began to move her fingers. As we moved them together, she whimpered, her eyes fell closed, and her lips parted.
“That’s a sin, Aoife,” I told her gravely, watching the slick lips of her pussy, seeing the juices that were gathering there.
I couldn’t believe how wet she was.
I’d known, when I walked into her teashop, she was attracted to me. I’d known that I could have gotten her here, in this room, with no coercion whatsoever. But that she was here, despite my coercion, and that she was dripping onto my coverlet like I’d been tongue fucking her for the past thirty minutes?
Well, it had me reaching down, unfastening my zipper and pulling my cock through the fly. The relief was instantaneous, and I gripped my shaft as we both worked her sweetly wet little cunt.
Her head moved from side to side, slowly at first, slowly. Then faster, faster, until it became a thrashing motion. Then, just when her thighs tensed, I pulled my hand back.
This time, her head shot up, and confusion and fear and panic threaded together in those emotive emerald eyes of hers. “W-Why did you stop?”
Because I’m a bastard?
I didn’t say that, though, just motioned at my cock. Her eyelids fluttered at the sight, but what was all the more delicious was the way her skin turned bright pink like it had back in her tea room.
“Roll over and rest your neck against the edge of the bed.”
She looked confused, her brow puckered with uncertainty as she moved. Her submissiveness satisfied something in me, pleased some integral part of me. But what made me fucking burn was how, when she moved, and her thighs rubbed together, she paused, dipped her head to moan at the sensation, then like she’d been drugged, carried on with my orders.