Page 36 of Red Card (Prescott University #1)

Rory

M y apartment always feels smaller with Cillian in it.

Not only because he’s six foot four, two hundred something pounds of solid, unyielding muscle, but also because he’s the type of man who commands the energy of whatever room he walks into.

But tonight, it feels like the walls are closing in. The air is thick and heady with palpable tension that makes my lungs constrict, anticipation humming through me like a live electrical current.

Cillian slams the front door of my apartment shut behind him with a quick flick of his foot and stalks toward me. My breath hitches audibly when his rough palms slide along my jaw, cradling me tenderly in his hands. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything as bad as I want you, Rory.”

“Then take me.”

Without hesitation, his mouth crashes into mine and he swallows down the needy whimper that escapes, sweeping his tongue past my lips and kissing me until my legs tremble.

Until my heart is in my throat, and my core is throbbing.

I kiss him back eagerly, my tongue stroking his greedily as his palms glide down my body to the flare of my hips, lower, until they’re at the back of my thighs, and he’s lifting me off my feet.

My legs wrap around his narrow waist, and I moan when I feel his erection as it juts against my sensitive clit.

Cillian tears his lips away, panting heavily against my mouth. “Do you feel how hard you make me, baby? How fucking much I want you?”

God, I love when he says things like this.

It’s so hot.

I nod, leaning forward and kissing him again, sucking on his bottom lip and nipping it with my teeth as he walks us down the hallway. He stops and presses me against the wall so his hands can roam.

They’re everywhere.

Large hands cupping my breasts, sliding along my waist, palming my ass.

Everywhere but where I need him.

Where I’m so wet that I know I must be making a mess.

We’re such a frantic jumble of limbs and teeth and touches, that I can’t even keep up.

“Bedroom,” I pant, breaking the kiss. “Please, Cillian.”

I’m truly not above begging right now. If it made him move any faster, I’d do whatever he asked.

Thankfully, he carries me to my bedroom and gently lays me against the mattress. He stands between my legs, peering down at me with a heated glare.

“Tell me what you want. I need to hear you ask for it like my good girl. Ask for what you want.” His voice is so gravelly, so heavy with desire that I swear I can feel the words as they wash over me.

“I want you to make me come.”

His eyes darken as a wicked smirk tilts his lips. “How should I make you come?”

“With your—your mouth.” I’m stammering not because I’m nervous, but because it feels like I’m going to combust at any given moment from how insanely turned on I am.

The locker room did nothing but make me want him more desperately. Watching him with his head thrown back in pleasure, his hands tangled in my hair, guiding my mouth along his dick was the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced, and also the most powerful I’ve ever felt.

Knowing that I’m the one who gave him that pleasure.

His hands slide beneath my sweatshirt and in a single breath, he’s tugging it over my head. Then his fingers dip into the waistband of my sweats and panties, and he pulls them down my hips until I can shake them off my foot and let them fall to the bedroom floor.

He’s gotten me naked in twenty seconds, and he’s still fully clothed.

His hungry gaze travels agonizingly slow over my naked body. “Christ, you’re a fucking dream.” Dropping to his knees between my thighs, he reaches beneath them and curves his hands around the tops, yanking me to the edge of the mattress.

“Watch me eat your pussy, baby. Keep those pretty eyes on me.”

Deft fingers spread me open, and he lowers his mouth to my aching core and glides his tongue all the way up my slit.

God, nothing in the world feels the way it does when he touches me.

I whimper as he continues eating me, my arms trembling as I struggle to remain upright.

“Cillian,” I moan. He latches his mouth on to my clit, sucking it into his mouth, rolling it between his lips in a slow, maddening pace that has my hips rocking against him.

Pleasure pulses and throbs inside me, my orgasm already beginning to unfurl in my lower stomach.

It’s been the world’s longest night of foreplay ever since I found him in the shower, and I already feel like I’m going to tip over the edge.

When he pulls back, his lips glistening with my arousal, and pushes two fingers deep inside me, my back arches off the bed.

He finds my G-spot so quickly that it’s actually a crime.

He strokes it gently with the pad of his finger as he lowers his mouth back to my clit and swirls his tongue around the sensitive bud.

Alternating between hard sucks and soft licks, he drives me out of my mind with lust.

I’m not sure I can handle another second.

“I need you,” I cry out, my fingers disappearing into his dark mop of hair.

His chuckle vibrates through me. “When you come on my tongue, then you can have my cock. Give it to me, baby.”

His teeth graze my clit lightly, and that’s all it takes for me to come harder than I have in my life, my legs trembling as they slam shut around his head, my entire body quaking with pleasure.

I moan so loud, my neighbors can probably hear, but I can’t even bring myself to care.

Cillian continues to flick his tongue along my clit until I’m too sensitive, and then with one last kiss to my pussy, he rises to his feet.

He reaches behind him and grasps the neck of his T-shirt, pulling it over his head and dropping it to the floor at his feet.

God, his body is fucking incredible.

He looks like he’s carved out of the finest marble. Broad shoulders and hard, sculpted abs. Rows and rows of abs.

The delicious lines at his hips that disappear into the waistband of his pants are defined, and so sharp they could cut.

He’s gorgeous .

It should be a sin for someone to be this effortlessly attractive.

I draw my lip between my teeth and watch him push his dark sweatpants and briefs down, freeing his thick, hard erection. It bobs almost angrily against the taut muscles of his stomach, a small pearl of precum beaded at the slit.

Cillian grips the base, giving it a rough tug as he glides his fist up to the swollen head, sweeping his thumb along the underside, and sucking in a sharp hiss. I never knew it could be so… hot to watch a guy touch himself like this, but it’s undeniably one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.

“Do you like watching?” he rasps darkly.

I nod, never taking my eyes off his fist as he strokes himself unhurriedly.

“Next time we can play, baby. Right now I need to be inside you.”

I feel the mattress dip as he fits himself between my parted thighs and then lowers his mouth to mine and captures my lips, stealing the air from my lungs. My hands slide into the long hair at his nape and my hips rock, causing his erection to slide through my soaked core.

He pulls away with a sharp hiss, dropping his forehead to my shoulder.

“Fuck, Rory. That feels…”

“Amazing,” I breathe, repeating the motion until my arousal is coating his cock. He flexes his hips, reaching down to fist his cock once more and rubbing the thick head against my clit.

My back arches, the sensation of our bare skin together… too much.

“Shit. A condom,” he mutters.

“Drawer.”

He lifts off me and reaches into the drawer next to my nightstand, pausing when he sees my vibrator inside. He flicks his gaze to me wearing a cocky smirk. “Next time too.”

My cheeks immediately flood with fire when I picture Cillian using the toy on me and I swallow roughly.

“My dirty girl. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“Yes,” I reply breathlessly.

Cillian tears open the foil and quickly sheathes himself before he joins me back on the bed. My heart is racing, my pulse thrashing wildly because part of me can’t believe this is even happening.

I’m about to have sex with Cillian Cairney.

His large body folds over mine, his hips settling perfectly between my thighs as he holds himself above me on his forearm. “Are you sure, Rory? Say the word and we can stop. At any time.”

“I’m sure. Absolutely sure,” I say without hesitation.

I know without a doubt that this is what I want. And one thing that I’ve come to learn about Cillian is that he wants to hear my consent. It’s important to him that I feel comfortable, and that we take things at my pace. It’s achingly sweet, and it makes my heart squeeze.

It only further confirms how positive I am that I want this. I want to share this with him.

It might not be my first time, but it’s the only time I’ve ever felt safe and comfortable with someone. It’s the only time I’ve felt actual pleasure given by a man.

And I don’t think I could’ve chosen anyone better to experience it with.

Despite his bad boy reputation, I know that he’s one of the good ones.

“We’ll go as slow as you need,” he promises as he drags his cock through my arousal, coating it, then lining up with my entrance. His hips slowly rock forward, the first inch of him slipping into me, and my breath hitches.

It’s not exactly painful, no. It’s more the anticipation of it happening that has me tensing, waiting for him to fully seat himself.

It’s almost as if he reads my mind, or maybe he just reads my body the way no one else ever has, because his hand slips down my stomach to my clit, and he rubs soft, quick circles.

He lowers his mouth to my neck and plants wet, hot kisses there, trailing his tongue along my heated skin, all while his talented fingers thrum my clit.

He slowly sinks inside me inch by torturous inch.

Oh.

That’s…

Good. Great.

“You’re doing so good, baby, you’re taking me so well,” he murmurs into the curve of my neck, nipping gently.

I’ve always been a good girl.

Never missing class, never turning in assignments late, always doing what I’m told.

So it comes as no surprise that I love to be praised by Cillian.

With another slow, hard flex of his hips he buries himself to the hilt, hitting a spot that I think has never been reached before.

A deep, guttural groan slips past his lips, and I swear, a gush of wetness pulses from my core just hearing such an animalistic, feral sound rumble out of him.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

My head shakes, and I reach for his jaw, brushing my thumb along the stubble forming there. “I’m good.”

For a beat, he remains still, allowing me to adjust to his size, but when he shifts, his pelvis brushes against my clit and my eyes roll back, pleasure surging through me unexpectedly.

It feels completely different from just having his mouth on my clit, or his fingers inside me. I feel impossibly… full. Overstimulated in the very best way.

When I suck in a shaky breath, his brow pinches. “Shit, I’m sorry I—”

“No. Please, move, Cillian,” I pant, raw desperation snaking down my spine.

He reaches for my hand, threading his long fingers in mine as he withdraws, pressing his hips forward in a slow, impossibly deep thrust that has me panting.

“You’re so fucking tight, baby. So fucking good.”

I can tell he’s holding back, trying to show restraint, but… I don’t want that.

I want him to fuck me.

And he told me to ask for what I want.

“Fuck me. Stop holding back.”

His dark eyes flare for the briefest moment of hesitation. And then he slides his rough hand along my side, down to my outer thigh, where he hitches my leg high on his hips, sinking even deeper.

And then he does exactly as I ask and fucks me.

Hard and fast and deep. His thrusts nearly moving me up on the bed from the force.

He rotates his hips in a circular motion that has my vision dancing, my eyes fluttering shut as my nails bite into the skin of his back.

God, whatever I thought having sex with Cillian would be like is not even in the same universe of what it actually is.

This is euphoria, and I can’t get enough.

Cillian switches position, placing both my legs on his shoulders and slams back inside me. This new angle is even deeper than before, and with every thrust, he bottoms out.

The soft mat of hair on his pelvis drags against my clit, and suddenly, I’m tipping over the edge, free-falling as my orgasm hits me out of nowhere.

There was no building, a slow crescendo that eventually peaked.

This is all-consuming and unexpected, heat flooding my lower belly as I detonate like a bomb.

“Fuck yeah, come on my cock,” he groans roughly, dipping to suck my pebbled nipple into his mouth as he fucks me through my orgasm.

My walls tighten around his cock as my climax continues to ripple inside me.

My legs shake violently as pleasure like I’ve never known sweeps through me in a soul-shattering, torrential wave.

I’m still trembling when I peel my eyes open and stare up at Cillian.

“Wow.” My voice is so hoarse, I barely recognize it. “Uh… did you come?”

He chuckles, pressing a sweet, lingering kiss to my lips before he shakes his head. “Oh, I’m not nearly done with you yet, St. James. We’re just getting started, baby.”