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Chapter 45

Hannah

I stare into Declan’s blazing eyes, my pussy still fluttering around his cock, and shake my head because it’s all I can manage for a moment. The feeling of him inside me, his cock so long and thick that I swear I can feel it everywhere as my body shudders through the aftershocks of the orgasm he just gave me, overrides everything else.

“No. I can’t.”

My truthful response comes out breathlessly, and Declan’s lips curve into a possessive smile that makes my heart stutter.

“You know what?” he growls, his eyes darkening. “I’m good with that answer.”

Without warning, he drives into me again, pushing a gasp out of my already ragged throat. He holds still there, the thick base of his cock stretching me to my max, as I struggle to catch my breath and keep my eyes focused on him.

“God, you feel incredible wrapped around me,” he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. “So perfect. So fucking tight.”

“Declan,” I whimper, my nails digging into his shoulders through the soft material of his suit jacket.

“You like having my cock deep inside you, don’t you?” he whispers against my ear. “Tell me how much you want it.”

“I want it so much,” I gasp, squirming against him. “Please, don’t stop. Keep fucking me.”

Declan’s nostrils flare, the amber flecks in his eyes burning like banked coals. As if he can’t resist me when I beg for him like this, he draws back and then starts fucking me hard and fast against the door. The wood creaks softly with each powerful thrust, the quiet sound mixing with our grunts and whimpers in the small space.

My hands move on their own to hold his face between them. I don’t ever want to forget the intensity in his eyes—how he looks at me like I’m everything he’s ever wanted. It’s like something primal has overtaken him, and the way he seems consumed by the need to make me come again sweeps me up into the same hurricane of need that I see reflected in his eyes.

Having sex where anyone could walk in on us is beyond reckless, but I don’t care about that right now. I can’t even think about that right now. Every time his body slams into mine, burying his cock deep inside me, a deep grunt rumbles out of him. His pupils are blown wide with desire as he stares down at me, the muscles in his neck straining with each powerful thrust.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he groans, his teeth grazing my neck. “I can’t get enough of this sweet pussy. It was made for me.”

“Yes,” I breathe, my hips moving desperately against his. “Nobody’s ever made me feel like this.”

“Tell me how it feels,” he demands, his fingers digging into my ass as he holds me in place against the door. “Tell me what I do to you.”

“You make me feel everything.” My toes curl inside my shoes, my legs tightening around his waist as heat starts to spread low in my belly. “Please, Declan, I… I want to feel you come inside me.”

He growls in response and crushes his lips against mine, stealing the breath from my lungs. “Not until you come again,” he growls. “I want to feel you squeeze my cock when you fall apart. It’s the best fucking feeling in the world. “

A needy sound escapes my lips, and I nod. I’m riding on a current of pure sensation, helpless against the sensations rising up inside me. When he left me worked up and unsatisfied after eating me out, I remember thinking that it would make the inevitable orgasm that much better—but I had no idea how right I was.

It’s as if all the arousal that’s been simmering in me for the entire evening is finally bubbling over, like steam trapped in a pot for too long, and even after coming once, I’m still desperate for more. I’m so turned on that I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.

I cling to Declan as he fucks me harder, pressing my face into his shoulder to muffle my sounds, which I know are getting louder. The rhythmic sound of our bodies colliding fills the room, and I’m certain anyone passing by would be able to guess exactly what’s happening in here. But it feels so incredible that I honestly can’t bring myself to care who might hear us.

I’m already racing toward another climax, and all that matters is that he doesn’t stop.

“That’s it,” Declan encourages as my inner walls squeeze around him. “Give it to me, hummingbird. I can feel how close you are.”

He slams into me again, making me cry out as he pushes me over the edge for a second time. The intensity of the orgasm overwhelms me, and I have to bite down hard on my lip to keep from screaming. He takes another deep thrust, making me whimper, and his eyes lock with mine as we both gasp for breath.

“That’s it, hummingbird,” he rasps. “Let me hear those sweet little sounds. I want everyone to know who’s making you feel this good.”

His words send a jolt of electric heat through me, and my mouth falls open as another wave of pleasure crashes over me, my third orgasm arriving right on the heels of the second.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he groans, pressing me against the door as he grinds against me. “So gorgeous when you come for me. So fucking tight.”

Every nerve ending in my body is lit up, every inch of my skin burning from the overwhelming pleasure. I don’t know how the hell he’s managed to keep it together this long when I keep falling apart, but a determined glint burns in Declan’s eyes as he keeps fucking me, as if he won’t be satisfied until he literally makes me pass out from the number of times he makes me come.

I haven’t even fully recovered before I feel another climax building, impossibly fast. No one has ever made me respond like this, and that knowledge alone makes fire dance through my veins.

Declan finds my gaze in the dim light, cupping my face with one hand while the other keeps me steady, holding me in place against the door.

“Another,” he demands. “Never want to stop feeling you come for me like this. You feel so amazing around me. So hot and wet for me.”

His filthy, possessive words affect me almost as much as the stretch of his cock and the friction against my clit. I nod, eager to follow his command even as I can barely catch my breath.

As my head falls back against the door, he slides his hand to my throat, gripping lightly to hold me steady as he continues driving into me. With each thrust, I fall farther into ecstasy, my senses narrowing until all I can feel is the overwhelming pleasure of his cock sliding in and out of me.

“Say my name when you come this time,” he grinds out through gritted teeth, clearly struggling to hold himself back. “I know you’re close again. I can feel you squeezing me.”

His words are like a knife, cutting through the thin thread that’s holding my orgasm in check, and almost as soon as he speaks, my body responds. I drop my head back against the door, writhing in his arms as the tension coiling inside me snaps.

“Declan!” I cry out his name, not quite a whisper but not quite a scream as another climax hits me.

“Again,” he orders, picking up his pace. His grip on my throat tightens just enough to make me viscerally aware of how hard my pulse is pounding, and somehow, unbelievably, I come again. It’s so intense that it’s almost impossible to distinguish between one orgasm and the next, and it seems to go on forever, my entire body shaking from the force of it.

“Declan,” I moan again as he thrusts deep, his rhythm faltering as he finds his own release. My walls clench rhythmically around his cock as we come together, the pleasure so intense I can barely breathe.

“Fuck, hummingbird,” he groans, pressing his forehead against mine. “Nothing has ever felt this good.”

We stay like that for several long moments, my body limp and spent in his arms. What feels like an eternity later, I finally float back down to reality, working hard to catch my breath as I stare into his amber-flecked eyes. He kisses me deeply, his thumb caressing my jaw, before gently pulling out and setting me back on my feet.

“Don’t move. I’ll help you clean up,” he murmurs. But instead of searching for a tissue or something to wipe up the mess, he sinks to his knees.

The sight of him kneeling before me, his hair mussed from my fingers and his eyes dark, makes my stomach do a little flip-flop. He’s so fucking gorgeous—sometimes it’s still hard to believe that he’s mine.

“Hold up your dress,” he instructs, and I do, keeping the fabric bunched around my waist.

Gripping my hips, he leans in and drags his tongue through my folds, gathering the cum leaking out of my pussy on his tongue. The pressure of his tongue feels like fire on my sensitive skin, and when he stands back up and kisses me, letting me taste his cum, a thrill races through me and I melt, shivering. He’s so fucking filthy, and I love that about him.

A devilish smile spreads across his satisfied, flushed face as we separate. “You were right about not being able to be quiet. But I like the idea that anyone walking by could’ve heard us. Now they know you’re mine.”

He kisses me again, but it feels like so much more than a kiss. It’s like he’s sealing something between us, and I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as I lean up into it.

When he steps back, his eyes hold mine for a moment, full of something I can’t quite name. He helps check my dress to make sure nothing’s out of place and adjusts his own clothes, and when we look semi-presentable again, he takes my hand in his.

Opening the door he just had me pressed against, he leads me out of the supply room—but I freeze as soon as I step outside, my heart leaping into my throat.

Aaron is standing right in front of us.

“Oh! Hi, um… uh… ah…” I stammer, caught completely off guard.

Declan chuckles beside me, his thumb stroking reassuringly over my knuckles. “Damn, it sounds like she forgot your name,” he says to Aaron with a smirk. “I guess she was too busy screaming mine to remember yours.”

Aaron’s jaw drops. His face flushes deep red, and his shoulders go tense as his gaze bounces back and forth between me and Declan. Declan just wraps an arm around my waist, seeming completely unfazed by Aaron’s glare.

“Come on, hummingbird. Let’s head back to the party,” he says, guiding me forward.

We make it a few steps before Aaron’s voice stops us.

“Her tattoo.”

My ex’s voice is sharp with realization. Declan turns us around slowly, his hand resting possessively on my hip.

“You called her that name when I first met you at that bar,” Aaron says. “If you knew about her tattoo back then, you must have already slept with her.” His eyes narrow as he jabs a finger at me. “When we were supposed to be getting back together.”

He says the last part like he’s caught me in a terrible betrayal, and I flinch under the weight of his anger. But I meet his gaze steadily, lifting my chin.

“No, Aaron. When you were trying to get me back. But I never agreed to that. You declared yourself my boyfriend and expected me to fall in line like I always used to. Those days are over. We are over.”

Something changes in Aaron’s expression as he processes my vehement words. His features twist into something cold and unfamiliar that sends a little chill rippling through me. It’s like a mask has fallen away, revealing a stranger wearing Aaron’s face.

“Well, I guess it’s a good thing I didn’t invest too much into our relationship,” he says with a cold smile. “You weren’t the only one keeping your options open, you know.”

“What does that mean?” I ask, taken aback by the venom in his voice. This isn’t the Aaron I remember. He’s always been entitled and self-centered, but never this cruel. The transformation is jarring, like watching someone you thought you knew turn into someone else entirely.

Aaron steps closer, but Declan subtly shifts his stance, creating a protective barrier between us. I can feel the tension in Declan’s body and see the way his shoulders are squared, but Aaron seems undeterred, his smile turning ugly.

“Nice girls like you are so fucking na?ve,” he scoffs, craning his neck a little to see me behind the wall that Declan is creating. “I bet it never crossed your mind that I might have had a side piece too, did it?”

His words hit like a physical blow. My stomach drops, not because I still care about him, but because it makes me question everything I thought was real during our time together. I stare at him, shocked by this new level of cruelty. When I don’t respond, he laughs, the sound hollow and mean.

“But damn, if I’d known back then how wild you could get,” he says, gesturing toward the closet with a sneer, “maybe I wouldn’t have needed to look elsewhere to get my fun.”

“Fuck you,” I spit out, finding my voice at last as the heat of anger replaces the chill of shock.

Aaron actually has the audacity to laugh.

“No thanks, babe. Anyway, I’m pretty sure you don’t need me for that anymore,” he mutters, eyeing Declan with contempt. “Although I wonder how many others have had their turn? Hockey player, lawyer, maybe a professor or two… you do get around, don’t you?”

Declan’s entire body goes rigid in front me, and I can feel the fury radiating off him in waves. He steps forward, his hands curled into fists and his jaw tight, but his voice remains controlled.

“Watch your fucking mouth. You’re speaking to the future mother of my children.”

“Children?” Aaron’s eyebrows shoot up before he throws back his head with a barking laugh. “To each their own, I guess, but if it was me, I wouldn’t touch damaged goods that’ve been passed around the entire campus. Who knows where she’s been?—”

The punch happens so fast I barely register Declan’s movement. His fist connects with Aaron’s jaw with a sickening sound. The crack of bone meeting bone echoes through the hallway, and Aaron stumbles backward, landing hard on the floor. Blood trickles from the corner of his lip, and his jaw is already swelling.

As Aaron scrambles to his feet, looking like he might actually try to take a swing back, Declan moves toward him again, his eyes dark with a fury I’ve never seen in him before. My heart leaps into my throat—if this escalates into a full-on fight, Declan could lose everything he’s worked for.

Darting forward, I reach out to grab his arm. “Wait, Declan, don’t! He’s not worth it.”

I feel the tension in his muscles, the controlled power vibrating beneath my fingertips. For a moment, I think he might shake me off, but then he looks down at me, and something in his eyes shifts. The fury recedes, replaced by concern.

“Let’s go,” I urge, tightening my grip on his arm. “Now.”

Declan nods once, his lips pressed into a tight line as he turns away from Aaron, whose shoulders slump a bit. We move quickly down the hallway, finding a side exit so that we won’t have to weave our way through the crowd in the main space where the event is being held.

As we round the corner, I hear Aaron shout something crude behind us, but his voice fades as we push through the exit doors and step out into the crisp night air.

A sudden quiet envelops us, broken only by the sound of our breathing. Declan’s hand is warm and steady around mine as we walk briskly around the building and back to my car.

“Are you okay?” he asks, stopping when we reach the passenger side. His eyes search mine, worry etched across his features.

“I’m fine,” I say, my voice steadier than I would’ve expected. “Thanks to you.”

“I shouldn’t have lost control like that.” His thumb traces a gentle path across my knuckles, a stark contrast to the power I witnessed moments ago. “But when he said those things about you?—”

“I know.” I press my palm against his chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath my fingers. “Thank you for defending me. No one has ever done something like that for me before.”

His expression softens, one hand coming up to tuck a lock of wayward hair behind my ear.

“I’m probably going to get a lecture from Sawyer about this,” he says with a rueful smile. “He’s always telling us all to save the fights for the ice.” He tugs gently on the lock of hair, his eyes reflecting the lights in the parking lot. “But you know what? Standing up for you was worth whatever comes my way. You’re worth everything, hummingbird.”