Page 11 of Vicious Betrayal

He nods, a bit dazedly. "Yeah… I… yeah. It's been a while since I… I was tested before then. I'm fine."

"Then there's nothing to worry about." I smile brightly at him. "I'm on the pill. We're good. I wanted you bare."

I'm not lying. I am on the pill. I'm a little forgetful about taking it sometimes, but I just had my period, so it's not like I'm ovulating yet or anything. If I did forget once or twice, it's not that big of a deal. It's not that easy to get pregnant. I've heard a couple of my sister's friends who are already married complaining about how their husbands want babies sooner rather than later, and they're not knocked up yet.

"Are you alright?" Cormac eases out of me, still breathing hard. "I went a little rough there at the end. You just felt so good, and I was so worked up…"

"I'm fine." I roll toward him as he lies down next to me. "It was perfect. Better than anything. You were perfect."

He looks at me like he can't quite believe that I'm saying that, as if he's trying to discern if I'm telling the truth. "You sure?"

"I'm sure," I promise. I look at him silhouetted next to me in the dark, the sharp line of his jaw, the muscle of his chest and abs and hips, the deeper shadows of his tattoos. This man is older and dangerous and something I should probably be frightened of, but I'm not scared of him at all. How could I be? He's been nothing but a gentleman to me tonight, and he gave me the best sex of my life.

I want more.

I let the moment drag out for a little longer, as we both catch our breath. Then I reach down, wrapping my hand around his softened cock.

Cormac sucks in a breath. "I don't know if I've got another one in me, baby," he groans regretfully. "Only one of us in this bed is in our twenties, and⁠—"

"You sure about that?" I smile mischievously, teasing my thumb underneath the tip. His cock starts to swell instantly in my fist, and he groans.

"Fuck," he mutters. "I haven't gotten it up twice in a night in a while."

"How about now?" I slide lower, still teasing his shaft with my fist as I lower my mouth to the tip. I've gone down on guys a couple times, but never after sex. But I realize I don't mind it. The tang of my arousal and the lingering traces of his cum are a strangely arousing mixture, knowing he was just in me, that he got me this wet, that he's still leaking down my thighs as I start to lick him.

His cock hardens fully within seconds. Cormac rolls onto his back, a moan rising from deep in his chest as I lean over him and start to blow him in earnest, stroking his shaft while I work my mouth over the tip. I tease the veins with my tongue, taking more and more of his thick length into my mouth until I have him nearly at the back of my throat. His hands fist in the sheets, and his muscled abdomen flexes.

The guys I've hooked up with have all been smooth, and the hair on his chest and his thick happy trail fascinates me. I rise up, still stroking him as I nose my way down his abdomen, kissing that strip of hair until I'm back at his cock. I take him in my mouth again, this time planting my hands on his thighs as I slowly slide down, letting him ease into my throat until it flexes around his length.

"Fuck!" Cormac bursts out, his hands fisting in the bed. "Oh God, fuck, I…"

I swallow him down again, then pop off of his cock, moving to straddle him. "I know you might want to come in my mouth, but I want you inside of me again."

"I'd take that over coming in your mouth any day," he promises roughly, grabbing my hips as I move over him. "Fuck, you're gorgeous. I want to watch you ride me."

I smile down at him, angling him so that I can start to ease him into me. I'm so wet with my arousal and his cum, and he groans as I take the first inch, carefully adjusting to his length and the depth at this angle.

"God, you feel so good," he moans. "Knowing you're full of my cum while I fuck it into you, that I'm going to fill you again—" His hips rock upward as I sink down, and he grips my thigh, angling his hand so that I'm grinding against his thumb as I start to ride him. "That's right, baby. Get all that cum out of me. Fuck me until I can't go any longer."

It feels so good. I moan, throwing my head back, his clear arousal and how much he wants me turning me on even more. He's so thick, so hard, and I bounce up and down, letting him watch my small breasts move and my taut body flex as I roll my hips atop him. I squeeze around him as I sink down every time, loving the way it makes him gasp and moan, every stuttered curse thick with his Irish brogue.

"Fuck, I—" His thumb moves faster, rolling over my clit. "I'm so close. Fuck⁠—"

I am, too. I didn't know it was possible to come this much, but I'm going to again. I feel myself tightening, my thighs trembling as I ride him faster, harder, grinding against him as I plant my hands on his chest and throw my head back. He feels made of solid muscle under me, able to take anything I give him, and I ride him mercilessly, bucking and grinding through my orgasm as I hear him moan my name and feel him start to spurt inside of me again.

I'm so full of him now that it's leaking out around us. He's soaked in me and his cum when I slide off, and he lets out a shuddering breath, wrapping one arm around me to pull me close as we both come down from the high of the orgasm.

"We should get a shower, lass," he mutters, giving me a kiss on the tip of my nose. The gesture is so affectionate that my eyes burn for a brief second, but I push it away as he sits up. "You can have the shower first, if you'd rather not… together…"

"No, let's shower together." I grin at him. "I want to see those muscles all wet and soapy."

He gives me another of those looks, like he can't quite believe I really am this attracted to him, but then he chuckles and pulls me off the bed, scooping me up as he carries me to the bathroom.

It's large, with a soaking tub and a separate shower. He turns on the shower, letting me go in first.

"There's just my bath things," he says apologetically. "You'll smell a bit like pine. I'm sorry. More often than not the lasses want me to go back to their place; they feel safer there and all."

"Well, I'm sure you've had your share of smelling like fruit, then." I laugh, but I feel an odd twinge of jealousy at the idea of him in another woman's bed, another woman's shower. "I don't mind smelling a little piney."