She has the good sense to shake her head. I smile.
“An appetizer. And now it’s time for a fucking feast.”
I slide back down her body to settle between her trembling thighs as I snake a hand beneath her back to raise her pussy to my mouth.
And just as I promised, before the night is through, she screams.
18
DETONATE
SLOANE
I can’t sleep, even though my mind is more relaxed than it’s ever been and my body is exhausted.
It might have something to do with the cock buried in my pussy.
I think I could fall asleep like this, wrapped in Rowan’s arms. There’s never been a safer place. And I love the idea of drifting off like this, still connected in a way I don’t want to be with anyone else.
But I can’t. Because despite how tired I am, I want him.
He unleashed something in me, cracking me open to reveal layers beneath that I didn’t know existed. It’s not like I haven’t had good sex before, but nothing even close to what it was with Rowan. He takes in a way that’s giving. He seems to know exactly when to push and how far. And in the end, it’s fervent. Uninhibited.
And I already want it again, even though our hosts would probably hate us for it.
Every time I think about facing Rose and Fionn tomorrow morning, heat burns in my cheeks. We were so loud. Both of us. I screamed Rowan’s name more than once. He roared mine as he came in my mouth, my hair twisted around his fist.
When I finally begged him to stop making me come, he gathered my limp, spent body in his embrace, piled pillows around my injured arm, and then slid back into my pussy to the sound of my gasp. I felt the smile in his lips against my neck when I whispered a disbelieving curse.
“Go to sleep, Blackbird,” he’d said, then placed a kiss on my neck before laying his head down on the pillow. “Or don’t, up to you. But I’m going to sleep like a fucking rock with my cock buried deep in your perfect pussy.”
How the fuck was I supposed to sleep after he said that?
And now here I am, desperate for movement, for friction, and not wanting to wake the man whose cock is balls-deep in my cunt.
“Jesus,” I whisper.
I thought at first that he would soften and slip free, but that has not happened. I’m not sure how long it’s been, maybe twenty minutes, but it feels like a fucking eternity. If I could just move, get some relief from this aching need between my thighs…
I’m going to be awake all night at this rate.
Nope. That will be torture. Which he’d probably love.
A thin, determined breath of air threads past my lips.
I shimmy my left arm through the nest of pillows until I’m able to press my fingers to my clit with a sigh of relief. My shoulder is too sore to move easily, but it doesn’t need to be perfect, not with Rowan’s cock filling my pussy. I’m halfway there already, I just need a little pressure.
I start swirling my fingers over the sensitive bundle of nerves, rolling my touch over my piercing as I bite down on my bottom lip. A moan begs to slip free. Moisture slicks my fingers. As I touch myself, I think about all Rowan’s fantasies he whispered while he fucked me—about taking me in a public place, about spreading me wide on a table at the restaurant and devouring me, about using my toy in my pussy as he fills my ass with cum.
A little whimper escapes my lips.
I go still. Hold my breath. Nothing changes in Rowan’s hold or the cadence of his exhalations. No indication that I’ve disturbed him.
When I’m sure nothing has changed, I resume the slow circles.
“Sloane.”
I go completely still, a breath caught in my lungs, my fingers still pressed against my clit and piercing.
“You seem to be up to something. Want to tell me about it?”
“Umm…”
Rowan props himself up on an elbow so he can gaze down at the side of my face. “I thought we talked about hiding.” He shifts his other arm from where it’s draped across my waist and lays his palm on my elbow. I shiver as his lips graze the shell of my ear. I don’t need to see him to know his face is lit with that teasing grin of his, the one he wears so often when we’re together. He’s always trying to get under my skin. Just like now. This was probably his plan all along.
I huff, disgruntled.
He laughs. “I have some ideas. Let me give you my theories.”
His palm slides down my forearm, over my wrist, engulfing my hand. He presses my fingers harder against my clit and I squeeze my eyes closed as a burst of sensation overtakes me.
“I think you couldn’t fall asleep. You were thinking about how good it felt to be fucked the way you deserved. Admittedly, it was probably a little hard to fall asleep with my cock lodged deep in your greedy cunt, wasn’t it?”