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Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath as though steeling himself to step away from me. Shit. I don’t want to leave him with blue balls. What if he takes his sexual frustration and goes and fucks some random woman?
The thought tears at my heart. I’m not ready to give up my jealously guarded virginity. Not even to Ronan. It’s the only thing I have left. The only precious thing that is trulymine,and he can’t have it. No one can. But still…
As Ronan steps back reluctantly, I slide down the fridge until I’m kneeling on the floor, my face right in front of the enormous bulge. Ronan’s eyes fly open at the movement, widening as they watch me. They darken further as I reach out, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans.
“Leannán,” he breathes wondrously as I reach into his pants. Removing his dick, I stroke it, running my thumb over the head as I get used to its feel in my hands.
I’ve seen dicks before, but I’ve never touched one. It’s a strange feeling. The skin is silky soft, but beneath the smooth skin, it’s hard.
It jumps in my hand, and I blink at it in surprise. Holy fuck. I had no idea they could move on their own. Licking my lips, wondering exactly what I should do, a sighing growl rumbles out of Ronan. It’s a sexy sound. My eyes flicker back up to his face, where he watches me with hooded eyes.
Well, here goes nothing. Leaning in, I part my lips and slide the tip of his dick between my lips. Ronan expels a long breath in one blow. His hand tentatively rests on my head, like he’s afraid I'll skittishly bolt if he moves too much.
It’s probably a good plan. I have no idea what I expected a dick to taste like, but it’s not unpleasant. And his sandalwood and musky smell is stronger down here, which is also not unpleasant.
My eyes move back to his face again as I test out what I think he might like. When I flicker my tongue around inside my mouth, his eyes flutter closed, and when I wrap both my hands around the base of his shaft, he lets out a small groan.
I try to take as much of him into my mouth as possible without gagging, sucking like his dick is a lollipop. I think I’ve hit the jackpot with the move. His mouth drops open, his head tips back slightly, and his fingers tighten as they slide through my hair.
“Jaysus feck,leannán,” he groans. “That feels amazing.”
Encouraged, I suck harder. Thinking about the actual act of sex, I make sure my lips are wrapped around my teeth and start to bob my head, slacking my jaw. Bingo.
Ronan’s breath hisses out between his teeth, and his hips hesitantly start thrusting in time with my bobbing. My eyes widen in surprise. For a brief moment, I’m worried this will cause me to gag. But I breathe calmly through my nose, and the anxiety passes when I realize I’m not gagging at all.
Releasing his shaft, I move my hands to grip his hips and keep my jaw slack. Occasionally swallowing, I keep working his dick as Ronan’s other hand moves to rest against the fridge door. His tentative thrusts pick up their pace, his hand in my hair gently guiding my head to keep pace with his movements.
Ronan’s thrusts are getting more urgent, and his hips stiffen. Oh. My eyes widen in shock as he comes. Reflexively, I swallow, willing myself not to gag. But again, I’m surprised because the taste of his sperm is also not unpleasant.
Ronan sighs contentedly, quickly buttoning his dick away, turning and sliding his back down the fridge door until he’s sprawled on the floor beside me.
His arm drops around my shoulders and gently tugs me until my head rests on his shoulder, where I’m seated beside him.
“That wasn’t quite what I expected it to be,” I mutter.
He hears me, a low chuckle rumbling out of him, stirring something deep inside me.
“Was it the first blow job ye’ve given,leannán?” he snickers teasingly. I consider replying in a similar joking tone, but I decide to go for honesty. What’s the worst that could happen?
“Actually, yes. Was I terrible?”
Chapter Three
RONAN
I freeze at Fiona’s admission. Jesus fuck.Thatwas the first blow job she’s ever given? Firstly, I’m gratified to be the first to claim her mouth. Smugness surges through me.
Secondly, I noticed her hesitation but figured it had everything to do with her being unsure if she wanted to cross that line with me, given how hard she is fighting this attraction between us. I was ready to walk away tonight, head back to my office and take care of my aching dick. Alone.
Fiona slowly gets to her feet, and I’m instantly on mine beside her. Her tits sway as she stands, reminding me how we got here andwhy.
I shrug out of my leather jacket, wrapping it around her shoulders. When I walked into the VIP bar, I was already pissed at Liam that I had missed her first set of the night.
If I’m not there, who will glare at everyone who looks at her until they fucking look away? Then I had seen her bounding down the stairs from the stage, heading to a table of men ogling her, her bare tits bouncing perkily as she moved, and I fucking saw red.
I already hate that other men get to see her in see-through lingerie. That they got to see her topless tonight? It filled me with rage. It still fills me with rage.
Keeping a hold of the front of my jacket, I hold her still, my face lowering until it is only an inch or so from hers, where I pause. Fiona always seems indifferent to my anger. She shrugs it off like water off a duck’s back. But she’s not immune to me, so maybe it’s time to try another approach. Straightening away from her, surprise and confusion flash across her face.
