Page 70 of Ricochet
“Oh fuuuuck,” I drawled as he started hitting a new spot inside my pussy. The tightening in my lower stomach became harder to ignore, and I started pushing myself faster. He stopped me, flipping me over onto my stomach and lifting my ass in the air.
“Spread your legs,” he commanded, and my God… That tone did something to my insides.
I spread my legs further, completely unprepared when he slammed inside again, slapping my ass cheeks with every new onslaught.
“Are you close, birdy?” He leaned down whispering in my hair, increasing his pace, “Because I really need you to fucking come.”
“Fuck... yessss.”
“Come on, Phee.” He was a man possessed, and if it wasn’t for his hands that held me above the ground, I would’ve ended on the floor already. He sneaked another hand toward my clit, and the pinching and rubbing he started, were the triggers I didn’t think I needed.
“Fuuuuuck!” I screamed and was pretty sure half of the house heard me, but I couldn’t give a fuck at that moment. I clenched around him as my orgasm tore through my body, the tremors wracking me.
“Oh. My. God.” He pushed inside with a few more strokes and pulled out, warm liquid hitting my back. I turned my head to see him stroking himself, coming all over my lower back and my ass.
Cillian seemed hypnotized with the sight in front of him, and reached down to smear the cum over my butt cheeks, a small smile playing on his face.
At this moment I almost forgot my own name, not to mention anything else, and he seemed to feel the same. I felt sleepy, sated, and just about ready to hit the bed.
“Are you okay?” he suddenly asked, and I wanted to curse him for the sweet demeanor he was suddenly showing toward me. I had no doubt it was just the aftershocks of the orgasm. He wasn’t his brother, but it just made it harder, knowing what the future held.
I still had to do what I needed to do, and Cillian was one of the last people I wanted to hurt further.
“My, my.” A clapping sound came from behind us, and I dropped to my knees, covering my boobs with both my hands as Kieran came into the light. “You two made quite the show there.”
“Fuck off, Kieran,” I bit out.
I wasn’t sure if I hated the look of indifference he wore, or if I appreciated him not showing any emotions. Cillian kept quiet next to me, slowly collecting his pants, and picking up the used condom from the floor, stuffing it into the pocket.
“Is this a thing now? Should I call Tristan as well? Maybe you’d like to fuck him too.”
“Maybe you should.” I smiled at him. “I have to try all of the Nightingale brothers before you take away my life. It’s only fair, isn’t it?”
He took his phone out, and I halfway expected him to take a picture of me like this, naked and on the ground, but he instead started talking to Cillian, ignoring me.
“Did you tell her already?”
“Nope.” Cillian shrugged. “I was too busy fucking her.”
“Tell me what?”
Kieran walked to the chair in the corner of the room, retrieving the shirt lying there, and threw it at me.
“Well, we are going on a trip.” His eyes kept flickering between Cillian and myself. If I didn’t know better, I would say there was a tick in his jaw. Oh, poor baby, he was actually jealous.
Didn’t he know that having somebody’s body was the easiest thing to do? It was the soul that you had to earn, and a heart to win.
“What kind of a trip?”
“We’re going to Vegas, birdy.”
The bartender wantedto cut me off, but did I listen to him?
Of course not.
The amber liquid in my glass was almost the same color as her hair, and I couldn't stop staring at it. These last couple of days were pure hell, fucking torture. Having her so near, and knowing she was as far as she could get was killing me slowly.
Knowing she wasn't going to come out of this alive was another burden I had to take, but it had to be done. Fuck, if only I could turn off my heart, this would all be much easier.
