Ex Best Thing (Sisters From Hell Book 4), page 8
My fingers went into his hair, cataloguing the way his breathing picked up as my fingernails dragged across his scalp. He was far heavier than me. Immovable. Far more dangerous too. And yet I could sit on his lap merely touching him and his body responded. That was a power I’d never felt before. I wanted more of it.
I leaned in close and drifted my cheek across his, feeling the scrape of the dark beard he clearly only shaved a few times a week. The burn of it was delicious and different and everything I wanted more of. I pulled back to look him in the eyes, maybe stalling because of my lack of confidence. Maybe to ask if he really wanted me to kiss him. But then I saw his eyes. And they were burning for me.
I didn’t fully understand the feeling of desire, but Daire’s face at this moment was teaching me what it looked like.
Suddenly I wasn’t shy anymore. My lips crushed to his as if I needed his taste to live. I parted his lips and slipped my tongue inside, trying to wake the sleeping giant. It wasn’t until I nipped at his bottom lip with my teeth that he finally moved. Daire’s hands landed on my head and he was taking over the kiss, his tongue thrusting against mine, teeth clashing with no apology. His cock grew underneath me and I finally knew what my sisters meant when they talked about getting good dick. Sure, I knew what they meant before, but now I literally ached for the very thing that pressed against me.
Daire nipped at my lips, slowing us down. He was breathing hard and I realized I was too. Lunch, apparently, was over.
“Truth or dare,” I gasped against his lips.
“Fucking dare,” he growled.
“I dare you to undress me. Everything. Right here.”
Daire pulled back and looked me in the eye, his gaze assessing. “Are you sure about that? Do you know what you’re asking for?”
I bit my lip. “I think so.”
“Not good enough.”
“Okay, fine,” I whined, tightening my grip on his hair in case he even thought about backing off. “I want you to…”
Daire flashed a grin. “Say it, sweet girl.”
I huffed. Time to ask for exactly what I wanted.
“I want you to fuck me, Daire.”
The words were no sooner out of my mouth than I was flat on my back on the table, dishes crashing to the floor around us while Daire loomed over me with an aura of danger surrounding him. His weight was on me and I’d never felt something more delicious. Somehow he’d grabbed my wrists and had them pinned above my head.
“I may be a nicer man these days, but when the clothes come off, I’m still an alpha male who’ll make you scream my name. Understand, cupcake?”
I nodded, not sure my voice was functioning. A fission of something several notches down from fear accompanied the onslaught of yearning, a combination I was latching on to with both hands. But underneath it all was a rushing current of trust. He wouldn’t harm me. He wasn’t the man he used to be.
Daire reached down and ripped my shirt over my head, my breasts spilling out as I hadn’t worn a bra underneath. He groaned, the vibration I felt making me squirm beneath him.
“Fucking hell, Iz.” His head swooped down, and his hot mouth found my nipple. My back arched off the table, and I squeezed my eyes shut against the swirls of ecstasy coursing through my entire body. His hands held my arms down again. As if I’d use them to push him off. As if I’d ever want anything but this right here. With him.
He let my nipple pop out of his mouth with another growl and then his mouth was moving south. His hands released me, trailing behind him, finding all the spots that made me pant and shiver. When he got to my jeans, he peeled them off my legs, his hot gaze never leaving my body. It pained me to think it, but I was going to have to thank Vee for her Christmas gift last year. A box full of lacy thongs I would never have bought for myself. Have you ever baked all day with an oven glove on both hands and tried to pick a wedgie? Yeah. Thongs weren’t part of my daily uniform, but I was infinitely glad I’d had something to wear that was making Daire’s eyes glaze over.
His gaze finally lifted to mine; his hands stilled with my jeans held between them.
“Have you ever had your pussy eaten, sweet girl?”
I wanted to find a hole and crawl in it. Or maybe lop my head off with all the damn blushing it was doing. Then again, I had asked him to fuck me, so why was I being shy about it?
“No,” I managed to answer.
Daire put his fist to his mouth and dropped his gaze back to the lacy black pair of panties I was still wearing. “What the fuck is wrong with the men in Hell?”
I didn’t think things through. I’d lost that function when my jeans came off. I just spoke the truth without pausing to weigh the pros and cons of honesty at such a crucial moment. “They’re not you.”
His gaze flew back to mine and he remained frozen for a beat, then two. And then his gaze was gone and so were my panties, stripped off my legs and thrown on the floor before I could blink. Damn, Daire was good at getting the panties off a girl. And I wasn’t going to even think about how he’d gotten so good at it. I was just going to lie back and be ridiculously happy I was on the receiving end of such talent.
“Jesus, Izzy,” Daire muttered, his right hand coming up to cup my pussy. His calloused fingers split me open and I gasped as he zeroed in on exactly what I needed. His thick finger speared into me and I nearly jackknifed right off the table. His other hand pressed me down again.
“Shh, just relax,” he crooned.
And then his mouth was too busy to say more. His tongue swiped up and focused on my clit as his finger stroked in and out. Those ribbons of desire turned into flames that licked at the inside of my skin. My eyes slid shut and the world beyond this table ceased to exist. A second finger, or maybe it was his whole damn hand, who the hell knew, slid inside and I was squirming so badly on the table he had to increase the pressure holding down my chest. It was too much and yet not enough all at the same time. I thought I might die from the pleasure, but die again if I didn’t explode right away to break the delicious tension.
His tongue left me and I whimpered. Rough pressure took over and I looked down to see he was using his chin, alternating between his tongue and his prickly face. It was a tempo I couldn’t possibly keep up with and looking at Daire between my legs was my undoing. The world exploded into brightly colored confetti behind my eyelids and I whimpered something that made sense to my overwhelmed brain. The pleasure just kept coming in waves, each as wonderful, yet not as powerful as the first until Daire stilled entirely.
Someone was breathing hard in the room and it was quite annoying when I was sliding back down to earth from the best orgasm of my life. It wasn’t until I opened my eyes—one at a time to make sure they still functioned properly—that I realized it was me.
I summoned the strength of all my female ancestors and lifted my head to see Daire grinning between my legs, his face wet. From me.
“Holy fuck,” I exclaimed softly.
Daire tossed his head back and laughed. I let my head flop back to the table and smiled up at the wood-beam ceiling, listening to the sound. It was the first time I’d heard him truly laugh as if he hadn’t a care in the world.
Two miracles. One right after the other.
12
Daire
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There was something about hearing Izzy’s soft voice say fuck that undid me. It was such a departure from her usual kindness that it made me feel like a giant for digging into a deeper part of her.
I usually went all in for fucking a woman with two things in mind: get her off, get myself off. But this right here with Izzy? This was in a different stratosphere than any sexual encounter I’d ever had. I wanted sweat to bead up on her brow. I wanted her panting. I wanted to hear her scream my name with abandon. I just wanted her, and that left no room to think of myself.
Her hands grabbed me by the ears and pulled me over her body. I could smell her, taste her on my lips. She was already the best dessert I’d ever had. Her eyes had gone hazy, the amber appearing liquid gold. Her hair was a mess around her face, a few strands sticking to her cheeks.
“I want more,” she whispered, always so direct with her words.
My pulse had escalated to a hammer in my veins, beating out a rhythm that could only be assuaged with Izzy. This was more than wanting to fuck. This was somehow all-consuming. Drugging. I feared Izzy would be addicting.
“I can give you more. Just say the word.” My voice didn’t even sound like mine.
“Word.” Izzy smiled mischievously.
Her juvenile joke shouldn’t have been sexy. Nothing about Izzy had ever hit me as sensual before and yet now all I could think of was that I’d had blinders on my eyes. Giana’s assault had ripped them off and left me with twenty-twenty vision.
I pulled her hands from my head and placed her palms on her breasts. “Play with those while I get undressed.”
Her cheeks flooded with heat, but her fingers began to move, plucking at those tan nipples that had gone pink from my mouth. Fuck me. I didn’t think she’d actually do it. But there she was, spread out on the table, her legs wide enough I could see she still dripped for me, playing with her tits.
I ripped the T-shirt over my head and threw it to the floor. My cock was so hard I had a hell of a time getting my jeans and boxers off without breaking the damn thing off. Thankfully, the old me always had a condom in my wallet, and I was never so thankful for my foresight as I was right then.
Izzy’s gaze dropped as I rolled it on and then those eyes widened. Something as old as the first man and woman on earth finding a cave to bang in took hold and made me want to beat my chest with my fists. I lifted one of her legs and put her heel on the edge of the table and lined up with her body, that exquisite moment of feeling a woman’s warmth about to surround my cock. Her dark curls welcomed me, unpretentious in their ungroomed state.
And then something terrifying hit me.
“Izzy,” I managed to say. “Izzy.” When her gaze finally lifted, I asked the question I almost didn’t want the answer to. Because if she answered like I thought she might, this would all end right here. I wouldn’t be her first. I couldn’t. Not when I had so much baggage she could drown under my weight. She didn’t deserve that for her first time.
“Have you…?”
She must have known what I was asking, because she nodded, her gaze slipping down to my chest. “Once.”
“Thank fuck.” Relief flooded through me and my gaze dropped to my hand where I held myself right at her entrance. Once wasn’t much, but it was enough to make me feel like this wouldn’t add another layer of guilt to my conscience.
I wasted no time and inched inside, feeling the tight squeeze and wanting to shout at how good she felt. But I had to take it slow. I knew that and yet I couldn’t stop myself from pressing into her wet heat another inch. My gaze darted from the sight of me spearing into her up to her face to gauge her reaction. I swore to myself that if she so much as winced, I’d stop. I’d retreat even if it killed me.
“Daire?” Izzy whispered, her sweet voice making my balls tighten against my body. When my gaze connected with hers, she licked her lips and sucked in a deep breath. “I need more. Please don’t hold back.”
Ignoring her plea for the moment, I leaned over her, my elbows bracketing her face. I kissed her, slow and thoroughly, even managing to forget that I wasn’t balls deep inside her yet. Just having her bare skin against mine was transformative.
When I pulled back, we were both breathing hard and I thought I could actually have a heart attack if I didn’t slide all the way in. “Are you sure you want this?” I ground out between clenched teeth. I couldn’t have her regretting this. She had so much more to lose.
“I’m sure.” Izzy lifted her hips and I slid another inch.
Something snapped inside me and I was done being the nice guy. Done asking questions. Done giving her a way out of this. This was happening, and it would be fucking great.
I pushed off the table, grabbed her hips, and slammed into her. Her small tits bounced and she gasped. I pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, rewarded with another gasp and moan from Izzy. Increasing my speed, I pumped into her almost frantically, her tits bouncing out a rhythm that had me captivated. If I hadn’t been holding her hips, she would have slid across the table from the violent thrusts.
But Izzy just moaned, thrashing her head side to side and biting her lip like she wanted more. Like she enjoyed it rough. Holy fucking shit. Shy little Izzy Waldo liked her sex rough.
That thought was my undoing. I slammed into her again and again, giving her no room to slow things down. I couldn’t have stopped, not when her hands lifted and she began to play with her breasts, her eyes squeezed shut, and her head tossed back.
I felt her tighten around me, little pulses squeezing the hell out of my dick and then her eyes popped open and her back bowed off the table.
“That’s it, my sweet girl. Milk me dry.” I kept thrusting into her until she said my name, the volume low, but the enunciation of it mangled as if she couldn’t squeeze it past her throat.
A shot of such acute pleasure hit that I stumbled and toppled over onto her body. My hips kept thrusting like a goddamn animal as I shot my load over and over again. My forehead lay between her breasts, my panting breath hot against her skin. As I slowly came back down, I wasn’t quite sure how I was supposed to get off of her when the lower half of my body no longer functioned, but I figured that was a problem to solve later. Much later.
Izzy’s legs came around my hips and locked behind my back. She began to shake underneath me. My eyes finally flew open when my brain clicked into gear. She was crying.
I reared up, but she looped her arms around my neck and didn’t let me go. I searched her face, horrified I’d made her cry. But she wasn’t crying. The woman was laughing.
What the fuck?
“Iz?”
My voice only made her laugh harder, which was doing weird things to my dick still buried inside her. It was also doing weird things to my pride. Was she laughing at me? Was it not good for her? I’d felt her orgasm. I’d bet my life she didn’t fake that.
“I’m sorry,” she sputtered, tears now coming out the corners of her eyes. “I-I don’t…mean…to laugh, but…that was amazing.”
I couldn’t help but start to smile, seeing her face contorted in hysterical laughter. Her gorgeous eyes were squeezed almost shut. This was a new one for me, but hey, you could never tell how a woman would react after sex. At least she wasn’t going psycho like that one… You know what? I wasn’t going there. Not after what might have been the best sex of my life.
I thrust my hips, my dick still relatively hard, but nowhere near ready to go for round two. It did the trick. Izzy gasped and the laughter died away.
“You’re hell on a guy’s ego, cupcake.”
Her eyes widened as she stared up at me, like she was just realizing now that her laughter could have been misconstrued.
“No!” Her hands slapped onto each side of my face, causing me to wince, but effectively keeping me in place. “I wasn’t laughing because… Well, I’m not sure why I laughed, but there was too much going on inside of me to keep it all in and I guess it came out as laughter. Happy laughter. Deliriously happy laughter. I just couldn’t believe that this was even the same thing as the one and only time I—you know.”
“Izzy?” I asked as she finally wound down and quit talking. “It’s okay. I like your laugh.”
She beamed at me, and as much as I didn’t want to, I pulled out of her and helped her sit up. She moved to cover herself and I stopped her. Cupping her jaw with my hands, I made her look me in the eye.
“Don’t ever hide yourself from me.”
She stared at me for a long moment and then gave a quick nod. I pushed a few strands of hair back from her face and stepped back to clean up the mess we’d made.
“A quick walk by the creek and then we’ll head back home?”
Izzy smiled at me, but it was reserved. Not the wide-open smile from before. I gritted my teeth and got dressed, swearing inside that if she for one second regretted being with me, I was going to have to tear something apart with my hands to get control of the rage.
We exited the cabin, her hand held in mine, walking quietly together toward the sound of the stream. The pine trees would be loaded with snow shortly, giving this place a whole different feel. Oddly, I couldn’t wait to come back with Izzy and show her how private and beautiful this cabin could be in the winter.
“You’re quiet,” I murmured, staring at the creek and wondering how to navigate this thing with Izzy. Normally, I was very clear about how I saw things before the clothes came off. Sex was just sex. It wasn’t a promise of anything further and it certainly wasn’t the start of a relationship. I’d failed to discuss that with Izzy though.
Izzy squeezed my hand and then let go to step closer to the water. The creek was low this time of year, but in the early spring, it could be rushing fast and dangerous.
“I’m just thinking and enjoying my time here with you. Don’t stress, frowny frowncakes.”
“Ah. Back to that, I see.”
Izzy giggled and the sound just seemed to fit with the sway of the trees and the gurgle of the stream. “Always back to that.”
When it was time to get on the helicopter again and head home, Izzy was still quiet, but seemed happy. It wasn’t until we landed and took off the headphones and the pilot gave us some privacy that Izzy turned to me with an expression on her face I wished I could categorize.
“So, what are we doing, Daire?”
Under different circumstances, I would have smiled. Izzy and her tough questions. I admired how she faced things head-on. I just didn’t know if I had an answer for her.
“I’m not sure. I know I enjoy spending time with you. I know I definitely like the fucking.” I gave her a wink and she shoved me with her elbow. “But I’m not sure if that’s enough for you.”
