My Life in Shambles(21)

As he continues to bite and suck and lick at my nipples, his mouth wet and warm and messy, he hooks his long fingers around the waistband of my leggings and proceeds to pull them down.

I immediately tense up, enough so that he pulls his mouth away and glances up at me, concern in his hooded eyes. “Am I moving too fast?” he asks, his voice rich and gruff and screaming of sex.

I shake my head and look at the bed. “No. I need to take off my boots before you can get the leggings off.”

“Let me worry about that,” he says.

I take in a deep breath and walk over to the bed, sitting on the edge of it and leaning back on my elbows so that I’m not all pale skin and stomach rolls. Padraig lifts one of my legs and starts to undo my boots, his eyes never leaving mine as his fingers make quick work of the laces.

When he’s done and he’s reaching over me to take my leggings off, I tense up again. I can’t help it. This is a big deal to me.

He raises a brow. “Are you okay?”

I nod quickly. “Yes. No. I just … I should probably tell you something and I don’t know how you’re going to react.” He continues to stare at me, eyes asking me to continue. “I have a lot of scarring on my legs and I’m extremely self-conscious about it.” I close my eyes and take in a deep breath. “I know I shouldn’t be and that it’s not a big deal, but it’s a big deal to me. It always has been. And this is the first time … usually when I get naked with a guy, when I show him the truth, I’ve known him for a bit. And I don’t know you at all.”

He swallows and nods thoughtfully, his body hovering over me, his hands not letting go of the waistband. “It doesn’t make it easier to bare yourself with a stranger?”

I bite my lip, thinking that over. “I wouldn’t have gone home with anyone but you.”

“Valerie, we don’t have to do anything ye don’t want to do.”

“I want to,” I tell him emphatically. “Believe me, I do. I just wanted to warn you.”

“Warn me?” he repeats. “I’m sorry if this sounds crass, but I don’t give a fuck what your legs look like, if they’re scarred or not, or if ye even have them. I just want my cock to be thrusting deep inside ye. I want ye to forget that you ever worried about this.”

Well, okay then.

My eyes are frozen wide at his words, and when he starts to remove my leggings and underwear, I let him, until I’m bare for him to see. Everything ugly and horrible, everything that I was made fun of for most of my life, everything I’ve had to overcome, is staring right back at him.

He only glances briefly at my legs and then stands up at the foot of the bed. With his gaze locked on mine, he removes his boxer briefs, and just like that, any worry I had about anything is gone because all I can see is his very, very big dick.

Holy hell.

The thing looks fucking dangerous, as in he better know what to do with it or I’m going to get impaled.

“Hold on,” he says gruffly and then goes to the nightstand, pulling out a condom and slipping it on with ease before coming back to the end of the bed, his cock bobbing and jutting out in front of him like a tree trunk.

I must have the hungriest look in my eyes because he gives me a cocky smirk, the kind that says he knows what he’s got and knows that I want it. Then, as that smirk fades into something serious and heated, he prowls over my body. My legs, the very same legs I’ve been raised to be ashamed of, they open for him, his knee between my thighs.

His body is so large and strong and all-encompassing as he looms over me like a giant that I feel like I’m at his mercy and I want it that way. I want him to do whatever he wants with me. I want to feel what it’s like to be desired by a man like this.

He makes a fist in my hair with one hand and kisses me hard until I’m breathless, pulling my head back as he tugs on the strands, exposing my throat. I groan and gasp as he pulls back and licks down my neck, sending goosebumps everywhere.

He slips his other hand between my thighs, sliding it over my clit which is already slick and slippery.

“Fuck me,” he says, and with his thick accent, I swear I get even wetter. “You’re going to feel like silk when my cock fills you.” His fingers dip inside and I clench around them, especially as he goes from one finger to two to three. His fingers aren’t small either.

“Greedy little girl, ain’t ye?” he asks gruffly, biting my neck and sucking the sensitive skin beneath my ear.

I moan and buck up into his fingers, wanting more and more. I’m surprising myself with every second that passes by. This isn’t like me, I’m not the wanton sex goddess who gives herself so freely, who wants and desires and craves like nothing else. But tonight I am.

Tonight I belong to this stranger.

“Fuck,” he swears again, this time pulling back enough to stare at me through his heavily-lidded eyes, brimming with intensity. “I can’t promise I’ll last forever but I promise ye the next time I will.”

Next time.

Of course he’s talking about tonight and into the morning. Of course I won’t be able to stop at one. I want to come all night long.

“Tell me what ye want,” he whispers, grazing his lips over mine before nipping at my bottom lip. His grip in my hair tightens again. “Do ye want me to pull your hair? Do ye want me to spank your wet pussy? Do ye want my cock filling up your tight little hole? Do ye want my tongue to fuck ye sideways until you’re screaming my name? Tell me. Tell me so I can give it to ye.”