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“I woke up and you were gone. I came looking for you and I heard you smash the glass. What’s going on?” She looks over to the broken glass and spilled whiskey on the floor. I place my fingertips on her chin and turn her face back to me. I don’t want to talk about the shipment. In fact, I don’t want to talk at all. Pulling her face down to mine, I place my lips over hers. Her lip’s part allowing my tongue access to her mouth. Sucking hers into my mouth, I bite down on the end and she lets out a little moan.
She digs her nails into the back of my neck as she gets up then straddles me, rolling her hips a little as she rubs her hot pussy across my crotch. I lean forward, tipping her slightly as I reach into my desk drawer, I pull out my knife, sliding the tip into the waist of her panties, then slice through the side, before doing the same on the other side. “I could have just taken them off,” she scolds me.
Smirking, I lift her top over her head, exposing her nipples. Already hard and begging to be sucked. I place my hand on the middle of her back holding her in place as I run my tongue around her nipple before clamping my mouth around and sucking it into my mouth.
“Oh fuck. Killian.” She cries out, and I feel her hair tickle my hand as she tips her head back. Not moving my mouth, I stand and drop her onto my desk. I lean forward forcing her to lie back as I bring my hand around to her pussy. I’m done teasing, her fingers dig into my head as I slam three fingers into her pussy. Vigorously pumping them in and out, her legs wrap around my hips pulling me closer to her.
“Tell me what you want Mo Chroí?”
“I want you to make me come. I want you to fuck me.”
She smiles when I wrap my hand around her throat and squeeze, I feel her breath catch, squeezing tighter and pumping my fingers in and out so fast I’m getting cramp. I see the moment she’s about to come. She arches her neck, and her eyes start to roll, I pull my fingers from her soaked pussy and force them into her mouth, without being told she sucks her cum from my fingers humming her appreciation. I love knowing she appreciates her own taste.
I lean down kissing her, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth then biting it hard enough to draw blood. She places her hands on my chest and gently pushes me up. She tilts her head a little in question. I shake my head slightly, then whisper, “I need this.”
She reaches up while pulling me down at the same time, slamming her lips into mine, her kiss greedy, needy, desperate. “I’m right here handsome. Take everything you need.”
Sliding her closer to the end of my desk, I lift one of her legs over my shoulder and using one hand I slide down my joggers just enough to free my already throbbing cock. Shifting a little closer, I line up with the entrance of her pussy and then slam into her so hard she slides up the desk. I pull her back down to me and continue to thrust into her. Leaning over her pin her hands above her head and return my hand to her neck. I squeeze adding just enough pressure, the ghost of a smile letting me know that she’s good. I slam into her, again and again bringing her right to the brink of an orgasm, then I pull out and flip her over. I place my hand onto the side of her head holding it to the desk as I thrust my cock back into her, she cries out at the intrusion. Her fingers turn white as she curls the ends, crushing the tips into the desk.
Her back arches slightly, and her pussy walls clench around my cock, seconds later she cries out as her orgasm blasts through her. I continue to hold her down, slamming into her, my movements become more erratic as my orgasm follows. I pull her up by her hair, then curl my hand around the front of her neck tipping her face. Our lips connect and I groan into her mouth, her arms reach around trying to hold onto me as I empty my dick. Her pussy taking every last drop of my cum.
Chapter 12
I fucked Bella twice more last night before carrying her back up to bed. She was exhausted after letting me use her. I love that she lets me push her to breaking point. I love that she trusts me to push her to her limit but never over it. I can’t believe how lucky I am to have her. She is my everything.
I smile and push off from my position on the wall when I see Niamh walk towards me. She gives a small smile and then drops her eyes to the ground. Reaching forward I lift her chin to look at me. “You can do this kid. I’m right here, you’re not alone.” I watch her visibly swallow then nod. She lets out a breath as she pushes open the door to the therapist’s office. I follow closely behind her, placing my hand on her shoulder letting her know that I’m right here.
The session was an hour long, after twenty-five minutes of silence I asked Niamh if she wanted me to leave. But she shook her head and grabbed my hand. So, I stayed and we sat there in silence for another ten minutes, before she finally plucked up the courage to talk. The therapist had explained that she didn’t have to talk about anything she didn’t want to and that they would take it at her pace. All he asked was that she keeps going back to give him a chance to help her.
I think him telling her she only had to tell him what she wanted to, when she wanted to, gave her the courage to start talking. She told him that she often flipped between rage, pain and emptiness, that there were some days that she had no recollection of because of how empty she felt. I’ve had a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach since the therapist said he wanted to increase the planned fortnightly sessions to weekly, and that he would like her to consider medication as an aid to help her. But she told him that she didn’t want to start taking pills. At least not yet. That taking them was a last resort. When I’d questioned him, he just said ‘for the moment let's go with weekly, then if after a month Niamh and I feel that the fortnight ones will be better then we’ll move to that.’
I didn’t want her to be alone after the session. She seemed like she was more tense after it than she had been beforehand. So, I’m sat on her sofa doing some work while she sleeps next to me. I thought telling the family would be the best thing for her. But after today I think waiting is the right thing to do. But I’m afraid that having only me as support isn’t enough. I’m worried about the days that I can’t go with her, or the days she needs someone and I’m not around.
An hour later I’m making her some risotto while she sits on the sofa and watches me. I dish up a bowl and hand her it, “how are you feeling?”
She takes a small bit and hums her pleasure around the fork. “I’m ok. Thank you for coming with me today, I know it mustn’t have been fun for you, but I do appreciate it.”
Taking a seat I turn to her, watching as she takes another bite.
“Look. I know I promised to go to your sessions with you…”
“I know you said that. But you don’t have to. It’s ok. I can go on my own.”
I grab the bowl from her placing it on the table then grab her hands, “breathe. I want to go with you, and I will be there. But there will be times that I won’t be able to make it and I want to make sure that you have the support you need.”
She pales and swallows. I see the fear and pain in her eyes.
“I think we should tell Alex and Connor. Now hear me out for just a minute. I think Alex is the best person to offer you support. And telling Connor is only because she won’t lie to him.”
She pulls her hands from mine, getting up and heading to the kitchen. She doesn’t say anything, just downs a glass of water then stands with her back to me for several more minutes. I see her shoulders rise and fall with every breath she takes. She doesn’t look at me when she speaks.
“Alex has her own issues Killian. I couldn’t expect her to be there for me.” She jumps when my hand lands on her shoulder turning to look at me. “How about we just ask her, see what she says.”
“I don’t want to be a burden to her. I don’t want to burden her with my issues.”
I spin her to face me. “Is that what you think? That you’re a burden?”
She swallows, giving herself a minute before responding, “yes.”
