“Lift yourself up.” He moves his hands to grip my ass.
I do as he says, slowly sliding off his cock until just the tip is inside me, and then Kieran pulls me back down, slamming into me with one hard thrust.
“Fuck, just like that,” he grunts as I cry out once again.
My head falls back as I find my rhythm, sliding myself up and down his cock at a pace that has another orgasm starting to build quickly.
It’s almost too much, but when Kieran reaches between us and starts rubbing my clit with his thumb, I completely lose myself to the pleasure.
“I’m coming,” I gasp as my thighs start to tremble.
Kieran groans as he quickens his pace, thrusting his hips upward to meet me stroke for stroke.
“More. I need…more.”
Kieran wraps an arm around my waist and slams his cock into me so hard I scream as my orgasm hits me.
My eyes roll, and I collapse against him as the pleasure courses through me, but Kieran doesn’t stop. He holds me tighter as he fucks me harder and faster until he’s groaning my name in my ear as he spills inside me.
Once we’ve both caught our breath, I pull off Kieran and settle in his lap, tucking my head against his chest as his fingers play with my hair.
“Satisfied?” he murmurs against my temple.
“Very.” I laugh softly. “I get why people say it’s better the second time.”
He chuckles for a second, but then his body becomes rigid beneath me, and I cringe as I realize what I’ve just said.
“The second time?”
My cheeks burn, which is all the answer he needs.
“Wait…Riley, were you a virgin in Vegas?”
I want nothing more than for the floor to open up and swallow me whole. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so mortified in my entire life.
“Riley.”
“Why does it matter?” I pull away just enough so I can see the blatant look of horror on Kieran’s face.
“It matters because it changes everything.”
I swallow past the lump in my throat. “Why? What difference would it have made if you had known?”
I climb off his lap and adjust my skirt, trying not to wince as his seed drips down my thigh.
“It would have made all the difference because?—”
His phone buzzes in his pocket.
“Fuck, it’s Ronan,” he mutters after glancing at the screen.
I want to scream as Kieran gets to his feet and quickly refastens his pants. Of course, he’s choosing work over having this conversation with me.
“Kieran—”
“I have to take this,” he mutters before disappearing into his study, leaving me to stare after him because I knowexactlywhat he was about to say.
That it would have made all the difference because he would have never slept with me in Vegas if he had known I was a virgin.
