Five

Declan leaned against his couch, his hands folded behind his head. He was expecting a show. I’d give him one, too.

I stepped back, finishing the whiskey in my glass in one quick gulp. When I put in on the table, it made a sound. It didn’t matter. I didn’t leave Declan’s gaze.

I slowly took off my top, sliding it off my body as the soft mesh caressed my skin. The skirt of my next. I had to shimmy it off. It probably looked funny and awkward, but I don’t think Declan cared. As I began to unhook my bra, he crooked his finger and beckoned me. “Come here.” His voice was low. Dark. And dangerous.

I padded over to him. I was still wearing my heels. I decided I liked them. They made me feel…powerful.

Declan’s hands wrapped around my thighs. Huh, I guess he liked thighs. He slowly let his hands trail upward. My hips, my belly. He cupped by breasts from over my bra. “You know,” he said. He was still holding my breasts, squeezing. “I didn’t go to the bar with the intention of bringing someone home.” He stood up, and lightly nipped my lower lip. “But I saw you. And I imagined all the bad things I’d do to you. And I had to speak to you.”

“Do those bad things, then.” I challenged. “Show me what you’ve got.”

He smirked. He reached behind my back and unhooked my bra. I helped him slide the straps off me, and he threw the bra somewhere in the room. He bent, and took my right nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it, the wetness of his mouth warm against my skin. I moaned at the pressure. I almost felt him smile against my boob. He nipped me with his teeth, lightly tugging on my nipple. It hurt slightly in the most delicious way.

“I’m going to spend more time on these,” he said, “But I need to fuck you first.”

His thumbs hooked in my panties and pulled them down quickly. I stepped out of them, kicking them to the side. Declan grabbed my ass, and squeezed.

“Perfect,” he muttered. I loved how easily he gave compliments. I liked the praise.

He flipped us around, and pushed me into the couch, my back against him. I got on the couch on my knees, leaning against the back to raise my ass to him. I knew what he wanted. I wanted the same thing.

I heard a foil packet ripping. In the next minute, I felt his hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks before he slipped inside me. Just his head, and then the whole of him, slowly. I breathed heavily.

“I’m halfway in,” he said. “Breathe for me, baby.”

Halfway in?

I looked back at him. I must have looked shocked because he lightly caressed my hair in response. “You don’t have to take all of me if you don’t want to.”

“Do it.” I spoke. I wanted him inside me. All of me.

He pushed in, harder this time, and I felt his balls slap against me so I knew he was fully in now. I felt so full. I had only been with one person before and he hadn’t been so…big.

Declan pulled back halfway, and then slammed into me. It made me gasp.

“More,” I begged, “Please. Slowly.”

His hand found my hair, wrapping it around his fist slowly, then tugging so my head was pulled back and our eyes met. The vein on his forehead was suddenly so visible.

“You’re going to kill me, Willow.” He muttered.

But he did as I asked. He fucked me slowly, leisurely; the moves soft and languid. Our bodies were in sync like we were made of water. I felt him pushing into me rhythmically. I realized I was pushing back, too, moving my body to receive him. He fucked me like it was a dance. Not one move that didn’t feel natural, didn’t feel perfect.

He stilled. I looked back, not wanting him to stop. “Enough slow fucking, dove,” he said, “I’m going to fuck you like you’re meant to be fucked.”

He picked up the pace, slamming into me forcefully. It made me cry out, but I could feel the pleasure build inside me along with his hard thrusts. His hand left my hair to slap my ass hard a few times. I moaned with each slap. “Harder!” I gasped, and I couldn’t believe I’d said it. But I wanted it harder.

He grabbed me by the waist and flipped me around. He grabbed my legs, pulling me so my ass was on the edge of the couch, and my ankles around his neck.

He turned slightly and laid a kiss on my leg. He entered me again, and fucked me harder this time. And faster. Somehow, in this position, I felt him deeper inside me. He grabbed my breast as he fucked me, flicking my nipple and pinching it.

As his thumb pressed on my nipple, I shattered with a cry, closing my eyes shut as I rode out my orgasm. “Good girl,” he murmured, “That’s just your first for tonight.” First, and so big. So hot.

He continued to pump inside me, until I felt him pulse, and he stilled. He grunted as he came, and it was the hottest sound ever.

He pulled back from me, and I began to close my legs, but he stopped me with a slap to the thigh. “I’m not done with you yet.”

I watched Declan take off his condom and throw it on the floor. He went down on his knees. He kissed my inner thigh. “What’s the most amount of times you’ve come in one night?”

I was silent for a moment. He looked at me with a raised brow.

“Twice.” I said. I’d made myself cum twice.

“Three today, then.”

His head dipped. He licked along my inner thigh. And then further. True to his word, he did make me come thrice.