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Cian

Her small hands traced lines over my chest and abs, the touch so light it raised goosebumps on my heated flesh. Fuck, yes. I’d wanted this for a while now. Dreamed about moments like this. But reality was so much better.

Her tits were a perfect handful beneath her practical cotton bra, and my mouth watered at the prospect of being able to taste her. They’d been so close when she was determined to get her phone that I deserved a gold medal for resisting the urge to bite them. Suck them into my mouth and learn all the noises she could make.

She swiveled her hips, and I dropped my head back with a soft moan.

“Do that again.” My voice was low and full of gravel, but she complied so sweetly, moving over me with more confidence. Her lips parted on a soft pant, and I gave in to temptation, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips before working along her jaw and dipping to suck on the skin of her collarbone.

“Yes.” She fisted a hand in my hair, guiding me to where she wanted my mouth.

I bit at her pebbled nipple through the thin fabric of her bra, laving my tongue over the cotton until it was see-through. It wasn’t enough. Keeping one hand on her hip to encourage her movements, I used the other to unhook and discard the unwanted barrier between us.

Her whimper as I sucked her flesh into my mouth was everything.

“Ride me, baby. Take what you need,” I growled, moving my attention to her other breast as she let out a keening sound and worked her pussy harder against my dick.

Why were we wearing pants?

I lapped at her, alternating between sharp nips and soothing licks until she threw her head back with a shout.

Her face glowed as she shuddered above me, and I willed myself to calm the fuck down. We weren’t going to come in our jeans. This wasn’t even about me. It was about earning her trust. About earning more with her.

She dropped her forehead to my shoulder, breathing hard as small aftershocks shook her body.

Wrapping my arms around her, I held her close, breathing in her lavender scent and marveling at how lucky I was to have her attention. As her breathing calmed and she kept right where she was, I tried to catch a look at her face. Beneath her mess of curls, her ears were red.

“Well,” she said into my shoulder, refusing to give me her eyes. “That just happened.”

“It sure did.”

She huffed, and the warm breath tickled over my throat.

“Can we pretend it didn’t?” The hope in her voice was cute, but there wasn’t a chance I was letting her pull away from me now. Emotionally, anyway.

She shifted off my lap, and I mostly kept the wince to myself. A light breeze was going to feel erotic as hell until I had the chance to rub out this boner.

“Oh, shit. You didn’t… of course you didn’t.” Her eyes shuttered as she shifted back against the arm of the sofa.

“Hey.” I reached for her hand, trying to draw her back in.

“Just because I’m not keen on making a mess of the only clothing I have here doesn’t mean I didn’t love the hell out of that. You’re so fucking sexy when you come, and honestly, I deserve some kind of prize because I’m so close to the edge here.”

Her eyes dropped to my dick, who decided to try reaching for her himself when I stayed put. Yup, my body had no doubt about who we wanted.

“I could take care of it, if you want.”

Fuck, yes, we want!

“This isn’t about me.”

Wrong thing to say. She folded her arms around her bare breasts, hiding them from my view.

“Shit. Blair. I’m not saying this right. I’m so fucking in for friends with benefits, but I don’t want you thinking I only want to fuck you.”

Her eyes were wary behind those pretty gold-framed glasses and she relaxed the tiniest bit.

“But you do want to fuck me?”

“It isn’t obvious?” I waved my hand at my dick, as it tried to wave at her.

She slid to the floor and maneuvered her body between my knees.

Seriously, a man was only so strong.

Silently giving myself over to her, I stretched my arms along the back of the sofa as she worked my button and zipper with efficient hands. I lifted my hips to help as she slid down my jeans and boxers, and my erection sprang free. The relief from the pressure of my clothing was nothing compared to the warm, wet slide of her mouth over my head.

Fuuuuuuck.

Do not embarrass yourself.

I clenched my ass hard and tried to think of my junior hockey stats to bring me back from the edge as she wrapped her fist around the base of my cock and tongued my slit before sucking me all the way back into her throat.

I didn’t want to think about how she’d gotten so good at this. Some ungrateful bastard had used her without appreciating the absolute queen she was. Because if they had, they never would have let her go.

I wasn’t stupid. We’d call this whatever she wanted us to: friends with benefits, boyfriend/girlfriend, whatever. But one thing was crystal clear for me.

I was hers.

And if she wanted to leave me, I’d put up a hell of a fight to keep her.

“Your mouth feels amazing.”

She did something with her tongue and I tried to remember the alphabet backward in a panicked rush so it wouldn’t be over.

Please don’t let it be over.

Her grasp was firm, her fist sliding easily over my length with the amount of spit slicking me up.

Fuck, forget first loves and passionate one-night stands; this was the single greatest sexual encounter of my life.

And her pants were still on.

I wondered if she’d let me go down on her. I bet she’d taste like heaven.

Shit.

The image that came with that thought fanned the burning in my lower back into an inferno.

“I’m coming,” I choked out, trying to give her warning before I lost it. She tightened her fist and kept sucking as I lost the battle and my orgasm rolled over me like a freight train.

The sight of her lips stretched wide, her throat working to swallow what I gave her drew it out until I felt empty in the best kind of way.

“Holy shit,” I breathed, wondering if she would be offended if I just laid down on the sofa and passed out for a while.

She pulled off me slowly, releasing my spent cock with a gentle pop, then sat back on her heels and licked her lips.

My body shuddered, and my dick made a valiant effort to rally at the sight, but while the spirit was willing, the flesh was weak… at least for the next twenty minutes.

“Come here, my queen.” I folded myself onto the sofa and tucked her against me so she was the little spoon to my big. For a few long minutes, we lay together and breathed. Peace stole over me as I felt her heartbeat slow beneath my palm and my eyelids drooped.

“I really like this friends with benefits thing,” she whispered.

I hummed. We’d DTR later, but for now, as long as she was happy, so was I.

My last thought before we both fell asleep was that I’d have to encourage Blair to start bonding with Seelie.

Both my beautiful, misunderstood girls deserved the best.

* * *

I woke sometime later to a much darker room. Blair was still snoozing in my arms, and my pants were still around my knees. Classy, O’Leary.

We’d left the sushi out while we were sidetracked by more enjoyable things, and as much as I wanted to stay right where I was, the thought of room temperature fish was enough to make me slide out from behind Blair and clean up the mess we’d made.

After I fixed my pants.

I started with the lunch mess, then moved into the kitchen, washing the few dishes in the sink, then checked the apartment for more cups. Blair was a drink goblin, and wasn’t that adorable. After the dishes were all clean and put away, I started to fold the clothing draped over her dining table.

“What are you doing?” Her voice was rough with sleep, her hair wild, and there were small indents on her face where her glasses had pressed into her skin.

“You’re beautiful.”

She rolled her eyes.

“You don’t have to sweet talk me. I already sucked your cock.”

Why did she always try to cheapen…

“Sorry,” she said, reading my displeasure.

“Please try to believe what I tell you. I promise, if I want to fuck you, I’ll just say it. I won’t try to win you over with pretty words. I’m a simple guy, and I don’t like games.”

She looked down at the pile of folded laundry I’d made, then glanced at the coffee table that was free of food, then at the clean kitchen.

“I’m trying. It’s just not something I’m used to. I don’t take compliments well, and I have a habit of negatively translating them in my head. I told Dante today that I’m going to find a therapist.”

“I think that’s a great idea.”

She laughed. “Everyone says that. Am I that fucked up?”

She was deflecting again. I shook my head.

“No, but everyone needs someone to talk to. Whether they’re a professional, or a friend. Our support networks keep us level and tell us what we need to hear. In a related matter, I do, in fact, want to fuck you. Just thought you should know.”

Her laugh was exactly what I’d been aiming for, and as she moved in and wrapped her arms around me, I felt ten feet tall.

“Are you hungry?” I asked, thinking of the sushi we’d wasted. Maybe we could go for tacos.

Her eyes heated, her hands sliding to my ass as she cocked her head at me.

“For food.” I laughed.

“Hmmm, I ate plenty before, but I guess we could go somewhere.” Shit. The innuendo in her voice went straight to my cock and I wondered if I could still get blue balls after coming so hard a couple of hours before. How the hell had this vixen hidden in plain sight for so long?

“Let me feed you, then we can see where the night takes us.”

“Deal.”

She pulled away, and I immediately missed her closeness. What the hell had she done to me?

It was like some bonding by osmosis thing. Maybe it happened while we slept.

Or maybe it had been there all along, and that was why Oscar constantly accused me of stalking.

While she ducked into her bedroom to freshen up, I used her bathroom and planned out our dinner date. We had an early flight the next day, so as much as I wanted to learn her body more, it would have to wait until after Finland. But we had five days off when we got home, and I was going to make the most of them.