Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 104802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
“I’m not leaving my dorm.”
“Then we’re going to have a problem because I’m not leaving you here until I know you’re safe, and I’ve got responsibilities that make it harder for me to be away from home.”
“I have responsibilities too!” I push to my feet. “And I don’t need you to take care of me.” But I want him to protect me, want to know he’s there.
“Responsibilities you can handle just as easily at my home. Jesus, you’re a whole lot more agreeable with my dick in your mouth. We’ll talk about this tomorrow. It’s late.”
“Fine.” I’m pouting and being a little unreasonable, but I don’t have it in me to self-reflect tonight. I just…want more of what we had just a moment ago.
“Get into bed,” he says. I reach for my underwear, but Cillian shakes his head. “Without those.” When I cock a brow at him, he adds, “Please. I can’t figure out what the fuck to think of you. Most people don’t act like this with me, you know that?”
“Well, they should. You can’t get your way all the time.” But still, I get into bed naked.
“We’ll see about that.”
I turn out the lamp, heart beating against my chest like a drum.
We’re both quiet, me stiff as a board beside him. I want…more. God, why do I want more? I want the comfort that being with Cillian brings me, even as I fight it.
Cillian must be able to tell something’s wrong because he sighs. “You can put your damn clothes on if you want. You know I wouldn’t force myself on you, right? Even after what we just did.”
I do know that. There’s no doubt in my mind. “That’s not… I want…”
“I’m not a mind reader.”
“I want to do it again,” I admit, and he sucks in a sharp breath.
“Fuck, you’re so damned hot. I don’t think I can get it up again so soon.”
“That’s fine. I just…” God, what is wrong with me? Why am I even thinking about this? Why am I considering saying it? But this is Cillian, and I know that no matter what, I’m safe with him. And hadn’t I just been thinking about how free being with him makes me? How I want to explore these desires with him? How being close to him comforts me when my life feels like it’s falling apart? “I just want to put it in my mouth…to suck on you. To be between your legs.”
He doesn’t reply right away, but I feel his gaze on me, can see the shadows of him from the light outside the window.
“That’s going to be comfortable for you? With your injuries?”
“I think so.”
Cillian throws the blanket off both of us and to the floor. “Well, come on, then. You think I’m gonna say no to that? You can sleep between my legs every fucking night until this is over if you want. I like that you want to worship me.”
“I’m not! It’s not… Fuck you!”
Cillian laughs. “I’m corrupting you, and I fucking love it. That’s two fucks tonight.” He touches my arm. “Come on. Take what you need from me.”
The wording makes me flush with heat, but not in the way it should, not in the way that makes me think this is wrong, instead in a way that feels all too right.
I climb down between his legs, but he’s right. The bed is too short, and I’m cramped up.
“Hold on.” Cillian turns the light on, then pushes himself into a sitting position, the pillows against the wall, him with his back against it. “There. You have more room now.”
“You can’t sleep sitting up.”
“Are you fucking kidding? You want to sleep with your face in my balls. This is the best fucking night of my life.”
I roll my eyes but have to bite back my smile. I’ve never been wanted the way Cillian wants me.
I scootch up higher now that he’s given us more room, and it’s much more comfortable. I let my head rest on his thigh, smell him again, Cillian’s scent now mixed with his release. I take his soft cock into my mouth and just…suck on it a little. Hold it there, savor the feel of it on my tongue.
I wait for Cillian to make fun of me, but he doesn’t, instead running his fingers through my hair and saying softly, “You’re fucking with my head,” then turns out the light.
I don’t ask questions, don’t ask what he means. I know because he’s messing with my head too.
He keeps playing with my hair, and I suck him, sometimes just hold him in my mouth until I’ve almost drifted asleep, but even when I can’t taste him anymore, I don’t move, staying right there between his legs, head on his thigh and feeling more at home than I ever have.