Page 32 of Duncan (Irish Mob of Boston #1)

Freyja

Blowjobs weren’t my thing. I had never really enjoyed them. But sometimes, a woman felt obligated. If a guy went down on her, there was a sense of reciprocity that often overtook us.

But when Duncan straddled my waist and his dick sprang free, I swore it was the prettiest dick I had ever seen in my life. Long and thick. I was convinced the size of the veins bulging from the shaft were as thick as the penises some of the men I’d been with before were cursed with.

I say cursed, because good Lord, they were miniscule compared to Duncan.

And the head?

It looked so smooth and round. I couldn’t stop myself from leaning forward to taste him. And the curse that came out of his mouth when I did, and the way he looked at me... God, the power that filled me.

Knowing I was the one to cause that reaction. That I could make him lose himself the way he did.

Well, that did something to a girl.

It made me crave more.

And swallowing? That was something I never did! But with Duncan, I couldn’t get enough. Licking him clean felt dirty. But in a completely addicted to him kind of way. Like I couldn’t live without the taste of him.

When his dick stirred against my hip, I wanted to take him back into my mouth. But Duncan had other plans.

“Come with me.” He stumbled off the bed, removing his pants and boxers. I laid on the bed, once again distracted by the naked man in front of me. His ass was a masterpiece of artwork. Tight and firm, as if Phidias himself had sculpted it out of marble.

“Freyja.”

“Huh?” I looked up, and Duncan smirked at me.

“See something you like?”

“Many things I like,” I replied, taking his hand and letting him pull me from the bed.

He opened a door on the other side of the room, that opened into a large ensuite bathroom.

“Wow!” I gasped, looking around the room. “This is a woman’s dream come true.”

Duncan chuckled beside me. I swept through the room, marveling at the tub that looked big enough to fit four people. “I will be soaking in here later.”

“I’ll draw you a bath.” He stooped to whisper in my ear, “But first, I want to take a shower.”

Duncan grabbed the hem of my shirt and lifted it over my head, tossing it to the floor. His hands covered my breasts. “I love that these are small enough you don’t have to wear a bra. Never put one on again,” he said, his teeth nipping at my earlobe.

Butterflies raced along my skin when Duncan’s lips latched onto my neck. His hands on my hips pulled at my skirt, pushing it to the floor. I stepped out wearing only my panties, and Duncan blew out a breath.

“You are a goddess.” He pulled me to the shower. Reaching in, he turned the water on to let it get warm, then kneeled at my feet. Looking up from the floor, Duncan declared, “I will do everything in my power to worship you like the goddess you are.”

Then he slid my panties slowly down my legs. Lifting one foot, then the other. His hands slid up the outside of my legs until they reached my behind. He squeezed each cheek, pulling me forward, as he buried his nose between my legs.

With an exaggerated inhale, he whispered, “So sweet. And all fuckin’ mine.”

His tongue swept through my lips, and my knees wanted to buckle. Duncan stood and stepped into the shower. Settling me under the spray, he tipped my head back. He washed my hair, and the feel of his fingers massaging my scalp had me in a trance.

“You with me, mo bandia ?”

My eyes wouldn’t open. All I could do was respond with a moan. He chuckled as he rinsed my hair.

His hands moved down my body. The bodywash smelled like him, and I inhaled deeply. He raised my arms above my head, rubbing the body wash along my skin.

Next, he moved to my breasts. His rough hands kneaded the small mounds before his thumbs brushed my nipples. I felt them tighten, and he groaned at the movement.

“My patience is wearing thin, mo bandia .”

“The shower was your idea, Duncan.”

“Don’t remind me,” he complained.

He continued to wash my body, taking extra care between my legs. He turned me so my back was against his chest, the water raining down over me. His hand slipped between my legs. His fingers played with me as my head fell back against his shoulder.

“So wet,” he mumbled.

“We are in the shower,” I snarked, and he bit down on my shoulder. What he meant as a reprimand only fueled the desire that was building inside me.

With my hands against the shower wall, I dipped my head, letting the water run down my neck. My backside pressed against his arousal as his fingers fucked me relentlessly.

His hand found my throat, and it took me back to the last time he held my life in his hands. The anger and hurt I saw in his eyes when I told him there was someone else.

Had I only known then what I knew now. Weeks we’d lost. Time spent apart longing for the other.

“Come for me, Freyja. Come on my hand.”

His thumb found my clit and the pressure on that tiny ball of nerves as his fingers pumped inside of me was too much to hold on. I let go with a cry. Duncan held me as my body soared in release.

“I love watching you fall apart.”

He turned me away from the water. With my front pressed up against the shower wall, Duncan pressed in behind me. I felt him at my entrance.

“I want you bare, Freyja. I want to feel every part of you. Tell me you’re on birth control.”

I felt the head of his cock enter me, and I shook my head. Unable to find the words.

“Freyja,” he begged.

“I’m not... on anything,” I panted. “But safe.”

We would need to have that talk. But right now, it wasn’t what I wanted to focus on. I knew I was safe from pregnancy. He would have to decide if he trusted me.

When he pressed forward, spearing me to the hilt, my heart swelled knowing he did. It had been six weeks since this man was inside me last and fuck, I had forgotten just how big he was.

No one had ever filled me like Duncan.

My body and my soul.

With my hands pressed to the wall, Duncan covered them with his own. As his wet body crowded against me, he plunged inside me. His teeth biting into my shoulder as he grunted and groaned.

“You’re so goddamn tight. Squeeze my cock, mo bandia . Choke me with your pussy.”

His words incited a fire in me as I pushed back against his thrusts. I could feel my orgasm rising to the top. Just as I reached the peak, Duncan pulled out of me, flipping me around and slamming my back against the wall.

He lifted me roughly. My hands grappled for his neck, desperate to hang on as he speared me onto his hard cock. My gasp was swallowed as his lips fastened onto mine.

“So fuckin’ perfect, Freyja.”

With my legs wrapped around his waist, he braced us against the wall with one hand. His other hand held my ass as he plunged into me over and over.

“Fuck, Freyja. I need you to come, mo bandia . Come on my cock, baby.”

His words were muffled by his face being buried in my neck. Or maybe I just couldn’t hear around the ringing in my ears. Never had I been so thoroughly fucked.

The walls of my pussy clenched involuntarily, a signal of my impending orgasm. I dug my heels into his back. My arms around his shoulders gave me leverage to lift and grind down on his cock.

His pelvis rolled against my clit, setting me off like a rocket. My mouth hung open on a silent cry as my body convulsed around him.

“That’s it, baby. Choke me. Fuck!” he cursed as he surged into me, swelling as he came inside me.

Our bodies slumped against the wall. With one finger, he wiped the hair away from my face. His eyes danced between mine, searching for something.

“So goddamn beautiful.”

They weren’t the words I was expecting. But I saw them shining from his eyes. I could tell he wanted to say them, but something held him back.

We quickly rinsed off. The water surprisingly still warm. Duncan wrapped a large, thick towel around my body. Another he used to pull some of the moisture from my hair.

He stood naked in front of me and all I could think about was having him inside me again. God, I was insatiable.

“Go lie down. I’ll be right there.” He swatted my butt as I walked past him. And when I looked over my shoulder to smirk, I noticed his arousal, like mine, couldn’t be contained.

I stopped in the doorway, my back to him. And dropped the towel before walking through to the bedroom. The snarl that echoed behind me left my body tingling and my cunt soaked.

I climbed into bed, pulling the covers over me, and waited for Duncan. He walked out of the bathroom to another door I hadn’t noticed. To be honest, I hadn’t noticed much about his bedroom. My focus had been solely on the naked man walking across the room.

Duncan disappeared behind the door for a moment and when he returned, he sported a fresh pair of boxers.

He chuckled when he noticed the pout on my lips. “If I get in that bed with nothing between us, I will fuck you all night. And we need to talk, mo bandia .”

“Well, that doesn’t sound ominous at all.”

Duncan pulled the covers back and groaned when his eyes landed on my naked body. He sat against the headboard and pulled me in front of him. Settling me between his legs. My back to his front.

He wrapped his arms around me and his body relaxed. As though I was the source of his peace. I thought about what Athena had said. That I needed to be a safe place for him.

“Is something wrong?” I asked, doing my best to keep the tremble out of my voice.

“Everything is wrong. Until I put my arms around you, Freyja. Then everything feels right.”

“What did you want to talk about?”

“You aren’t on birth control.”

My shoulders slumped, and I leaned my head back on his chest. This was a conversation I had been dreading.

“No.”

“Can you tell me why?”

When I tried to move, his arms tightened. I closed my eyes. I didn’t want this to be an issue. But I didn’t think I could give up my dreams of having a family if Duncan didn’t want kids.

“I don’t believe in artificial birth control. All those synthetic hormones aren’t good for the body.”

He was quiet for a moment and I wondered what he was thinking, though I was too afraid to ask him.

“What about pregnancy?” he asked quietly.

“Duncan, do you need a biology lesson? Or is there something specific you want to ask?”

“You said we were safe. How do you know that if you aren’t using anything?”

His choice of words shouldn’t have affected me the way they did. I told him we were safe. Safe was the word I used. But hearing him say it left me feeling something I didn’t want to voice.

“I know my body, Duncan. I know when I am fertile and when I’m not.”

“How can you be sure?”

“Because for the past sixteen years, since I have been having sex, I have never had a scare.” I knew the moment his mouth opened, and I held up my hand. “I have always used condoms until you. But condoms are not a hundred percent effective.”

“And using nothing is?”

I laughed at the skepticism in his voice. “Yes, when done correctly, it is more effective than artificial birth control. The human body is a miraculous thing. If we nourish it and care for it, it will serve us well. Besides, I’m pretty sure Lucille will tell me when the time is right.”

I felt his body shake with his laughter.

That was the end of the conversation. I couldn’t garner the courage to ask the question I needed to. I was too afraid what his answer might be. Instead, we snuggled together until we both fell asleep.