For one long second he didn’t move.
My hand stayed wrapped around the thick shape of his cock through the soft sweatpants. I could feel it twitch against my palm, growing even harder. His chest rose and fell against my bare breasts. Lightning flashed again and lit the tight set of his jaw.
Then something in him finally broke.
Ronan’s hands came up fast. One tangled in my hair, the other gripped my waist hard, and he kissed me like he had been starving for it. His mouth was hot and rough, tongue sliding against mine without any hesitation. I made a small sound into the kiss and he answered by walking me backward until my shoulders hit the wall. The thin shirt rode up between us. His bare chest pressed against my breasts, skin on skin, and the heat of him made me shiver.
He pulled back just long enough to look at me, eyes almost black.
“You asked for this,” he said, voice low and rough. “Don’t forget that.”
Then he picked me up like I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around his waist automatically. I felt the hard ridge of his cock press right against my bare cunt through the fabric of his sweatpants as he carried me down the hall into my room. He kicked the door shut behind us and dropped me onto the bed.
The thin shirt came off in one pull. Cool air hit my skin for half a second before his mouth was on me. He kissed down my neck, over my collarbone, then closed his lips around one nipple and sucked hard. I arched up with a broken sound. His hand squeezed the other breast, thumb dragging over the tight peak while his tongue worked the first one. He switched sides, biting just enough to make me gasp, then soothed it with wet heat.
“Fuck, look at these,” he muttered against my skin. “Been driving me crazy for days.”
I reached down between us and shoved at the waistband of his sweatpants. He helped me push them down. His cock sprang free—thick, heavy, already leaking at the tip. I wrapped my fingers around it and stroked once, feeling the heat and the way it pulsed in my hand. Ronan groaned low in his chest.
I pushed him onto his back and climbed down between his legs. I didn’t tease. I took the head into my mouth and sank down as far as I could, tasting the salty precum on my tongue. He was big—almost too big—but I forced myself to take more, cheeks hollowed, tongue pressing along the underside. My breasts hung down and swayed with every bob of my head. Ronan’s hand settled in my hair, not pushing, just holding, while he watched me with dark eyes.
“That’s it,” he rasped. “Suck it. Take as much as you can.”
I did. I worked him with my mouth and hand together, spit running down the thick shaft, my free hand cupping his heavy balls. Every time I pulled back the wet sound filled the quiet room. His hips started to lift, chasing my mouth. I could feel how close he was already getting, the way his cock twitched harder against my tongue.
He pulled me off before he could finish.
In one smooth motion he flipped me onto my back and shoved my thighs wide. He looked down at my cunt—shiny, open, ready—and dragged the thick head of his cock through my wetness once, twice, coating himself. Then he pushed in.
The stretch burned. He was thicker than my fingers had ever been, forcing my body to open around him. I cried out as the first few inches sank inside.
Ronan held still for a second, jaw tight, letting me feel every inch of the intrusion. Then he thrust deeper until his hips met mine and I was completely full.
“Fuck—Elise—”
He started moving. Hard, deep strokes that made the bed creak. Every thrust dragged against places inside me that made my toes curl. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held on while he fucked me like he had been holding back for weeks. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room. My breasts bounced with every hard thrust. He leaned down and sucked one nipple into his mouth again while his cock kept pounding into me.
I came first—sudden and sharp, walls clamping down around the thick length of him. The orgasm ripped through me so hard I saw white for a second. Ronan cursed and kept going, fucking me through it, using the extra wetness to drive even deeper.
When I started shaking again he pulled out, flipped me onto my stomach, dragged my hips up, and slammed back in from behind.
This angle was deeper. I buried my face in the pillow and moaned with every thrust. His hands gripped my waist hard enough to bruise as he used me, the heavy slap of his hips against my ass loud in the dark room. I could feel how close he was by the way his rhythm turned short and rough.
“Gonna fill this tight little cunt,” he growled. “Been thinking about it every fucking night.”
He buried himself to the root and came hard, thick pulses of heat spilling deep inside me. I felt every spurt. My pussy fluttered around him, milking him, while he held me there and groaned low against my back.
We stayed like that for a long time, both breathing hard. Eventually he pulled out. I felt the slow drip of his cum sliding down my thigh. He collapsed beside me, one heavy arm draped over my waist, and neither of us spoke.
I must have fallen asleep like that.
When I woke it was early morning. Soft gray light came through the curtains. Ronan was still in my bed, on his back, the sheet pushed down to his hips. His cock was already half-hard against his stomach. I stared at it for a few seconds, remembering how it had felt stretching me open, then leaned over and took him into my mouth again.
He woke with a low groan, hand sliding into my hair as I sucked him slowly back to full hardness.
His hips lifted, feeding me more.
I was just starting to take him deeper when a sharp knock sounded on the front door downstairs.
Both of us froze.
A second later my mother’s voice called up, clear and close.
“Ronan? Elise? I’m home early—open the door”
Ronan’s eyes locked on mine, wide and suddenly awake. My heart slammed so hard I felt dizzy. His cock was still in my mouth, still hard, and my mother was standing right outside the house.