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I try to keep my jaw relaxed as I take him deeper into my mouth. He moves his hips leisurely, pushing himself in and out. I try to suck, but mostly I am mesmerized by the way he works his body, thrusting himself between my lips, helping me with my nearly non-existent technique.

I can feel every piercing down his shaft glide along my tongue. He moans, and then his hips start to rock back and forth a little faster.

My hands grip onto his thighs, trying to keep his pace from speeding up as he thrusts. I don’t want to gag if he goes too deep.

Fuck, I can’t believe I am sucking his dick. Hmm, and the taste of his precum is different than I imagined. Fucking delectable .

I try to focus on the task at hand, swallowing him deeper with each grinding thrust. His hands tangle in my hair, guiding me, urging me on. I’m not sure how much longer I can resist, but I want to make him scream.

I choke on him for a moment, he whimpers at the sound and keeps thrusting. I gasp for breath as I manage to keep up with him, taking more of him than I thought possible. My tongue dances along the metallic bars, seeking out each piercing, each sensitive inch of his throbbing dick.

“Fuck!” he curses and pulls away, his dick twitching as it leaves my mouth. “Fintan…” I whisper breathlessly as our eyes meet. “Did I do something wrong?”

He reaches for my throat, squeezing as he leans down and kisses me before biting at my bottom lip. The action nearly has me burning up with a hunger I have never experienced before.

His eyes lock onto mine, searing me with raw desire. “You are perfect, but I want more. I need more.”

He has an almost irresistible air of dominance, and I can’t help but feel a need to give him what he wants. “Tell me what you want,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady.

He smirks with a glint in his eyes. “I want to fuck you; like you fucked me. Show me that you want me as much as I want you.”

The mention of what I was forced to do to him in that basement floods my mind and hesitation seeps into my bones as I feel his words coil tightly around my heart.

“Kai, get out of your head. I meant what I said. She doesn’t control us. We are in control,” he says as he guides me to my feet, his hand still around my throat as his other hand starts stroking my cock.

I nod, swallowing the unwanted emotions that threaten to ruin the moment. I’ve wanted this for so long and I cannot keep letting Alex control my thoughts.

She does not own us.

“I don’t know how to do this, Fintan,” Kieran admits, his face flushed and his breathing coming out in uneasy huffs.

“Relax, Darlin’. Give yourself to me. I have been waiting for this since feeling your cock for the first time,” I say, my voice deep and smooth as I watch him start to relax at my command.

Fuck, he will be the death of me.

“W—want me to get some lube?” he stammers nervously. “Come with me,” I say, reaching for his hand before I guide him toward his bedroom.

“Why are we going to my room?”

“I want you to be as relaxed as possible, Darlin’. You deserve to have a special first time. This is where you’ve always been yourself. Unburdened by social constructs. Let me erase the memory that haunts you, Kieran.”

“No. If you want to override my memory of our fucked-up actual first time then I want to erase everyone that has been with you before me,” he growls in a low tone as he yanks on my hand and changes direction to my room instead.

God, he makes me feel alive. Darlin’, I’ll give you whatever you fucking desire.

He walks to my bed and takes a seat on the edge. “Why do you call me that?” he asks, flashing me a heated, curious gaze as his hair falls perfectly over his brow.

“What? Darlin’?” I ask as I walk to my nightstand to find a bottle of lube. “Yeah…” he drawls, waiting for an explanation as if the nickname somehow offended him.

“There’s no particular reason, I just thought it suited you,” I explain and my dick twitches at the sight of the flushed look on his face.

He stares at me for a moment, then shrugs. “Okay, then.” I walk toward him with the bottle in my grip and give him a little shove, so he is lying on his back, the intensity of his gaze indicating he’s not entirely convinced, but he’s willing to go along with it.

As I lean over him, the scent of his cologne, a mix of musk and citrus, fills my senses. I gently cup his face, stroking his bottom lip with my thumb as I take in the sight of his fiery green eyes as he watches me like he is memorizing my features.

“Relax, Darlin’,” I repeat softly, tracing the line of his jaw and feeling the short rough hairs of his beard as I move my hand to his throat. He closes his eyes, and I can feel the tension and anticipation practically vibrating his body.

Tipping his chin up with my thumb after I give him a squeeze, I start trailing my tongue along his neck until I reach his ear. “Trust me, Kieran,” I whisper, nipping his lobe before gripping his jaw and forcing his eyes on mine again as I press a kiss to his lips.

As I pull away, I see the desire in his eyes, and I can’t help but smile. “Are you ready?” I ask in a heady tone as I grab the bottle of lube from the mattress. He nods, looking nervously at the small bottle in my hand and I let out a dangerously low chuckle, “tell me what you want, Kieran.”

“F-fuck me… I want you to fuck me,” he mutters, breathing heavily and I can feel his heart racing faster than before. “Move up, Darlin’. Spread your legs,” I instruct, my voice low and hypnotic. He obeys, without hesitation, a perfect display of trust and submission.

I smile, admiring the view from beneath my white hair and drizzle some lube on my fingers. “Remember to breathe. You’ll be primed in no time,” I whisper as I lean in for a kiss while gently massaging his tight hole with my finger.

He whimpers, his body trembling under my touch. “Oh, fuck,” he rasps, sliding his hand into my hair and gripping tightly. “Fuck, Fintan…” I can tell he’s entirely unaccustomed to the feeling of something inside him, and the sensation of my finger sliding in and out, is overwhelming.

As the ring of muscle relaxes around my digit, I slowly add another. He tenses up each time but soon enough he is moaning as I stretch him with three fingers.

“Want more, Darlin’?” I ask, my voice a husky whisper. He nods, his eyes full of desire and a glimmer of apprehension that I will soon wipe from his gorgeous features.

My cock throbs when he whimpers after pulling my fingers from him. Moving closer with a satisfied smile, I spread the lube still coating my hand over the tip of my cock before guiding the head to his entrance.

In a silent exchange, I look at him and he nods his consent. I start gently pushing inside him but I meet resistance. He gasps, his body arching against me, but I hold him tight, talking him through the pain and into pleasure. “You already feel amazing,” I praise.

My words seem to relax him a little more and I thrust deeper. As soon as my first piercing enters him, his expression twists with discomfort, but he doesn’t ask me to stop. He simply closes his eyes and breathes through the feeling, digging his nails into my back as he struggles to relax.

God, the feeling of his nails scraping against my skin is enough to make me want to fuck him senseless. All I want to do is make him scream.

I want to make him bleed. He is fucking perfect.

As I begin to thrust, he moans my name, and the sound grips my heart as well as make me want to lose myself.

His body is so warm, so hard and beautifully marked in inked designs that tell the same story as my scars.

I can’t help but speed up, needing more, craving more contact.

He cries out my name again as his nails draw blood.

I can feel the warmth on my back as the sting drives me wild.

“Fuuuck, Darlin’, you’re killing me,” I groan, feeling the last remnants of tenderness bleed out of me. “Get up. On your knees,” I growl and instead of obeying me like I assume he will, he gets the sexiest look of defiance in his eyes as he pushes me off of him.

“My turn. You don’t fucking own me,” he growls with a smirk as he grabs the lube, squirting a generous amount on his hand before he coats his dick. “Hmm, feisty,” I tease as I lie back on the bed, but he surprises me when he grabs my legs and flips me onto my stomach.

“On your knees,” he orders as he leans over me, trailing kisses over my back. He licks at the fresh scratches he left on my skin. “Fuck, Kieran,” I groan, and I shiver at the feeling as I lift to my hands and knees.

“Good boy,” he croons as he reaches for my neck and pulls my back against his chest. I turn my head to look at him and he smiles before kissing me. The taste of my blood is enough to have me moaning into his mouth.

He bites at my tongue as he lines his cock up to my ass. “Tell me, you love me,” Kieran growls, holding himself pressed against me but he does not move. “Hmm, you know I do,” I moan.

He moves his hand to the front of my neck and tightens his grip. “Say it,” he demands in a low growl. “Fuck me…I love you,” the words come out of me as naturally as the air I breathe. He bites down on my shoulder and moves his hand to cover my mouth as he thrusts inside.

Fuuuuck…

I watch him over my shoulder as he loses himself, falling with me.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he nearly whimpers.

His dark lashes flutter as he grips my jaw, turning my head so his lips meet mine.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he moans against my lips in a hoarse tone as he watches me stroke myself while he fucks me.

“Come for me, Kieran,” I groan, my voice husky as heavy breaths fall from my lips. His eyes roll back, his body trembling as he fucks me hard and fast, feeling the waves of bliss wash over me as he continuously hits a spot inside that has me spiraling.

“Fuuuuck, Kieran, don’t stop,” I rasp. He groans again and rams into me one last time, a loud moan ripping from his throat as he pulls out and comes over my backside. Feeling the warmth coating my skin is what ultimately sends me over the edge, and I find my own release.

“That was…” he trails off breathlessly. “Fucking amazing,” I say, finishing his thought.