#90cillianmurphy

Peering around one of the tall, looming bookshelves I saw Cillian. I could hear his exhausted breathing from where I sat as he looked through every bookcase opening towards the tables at the end looking for me.

“Cillian.” I called in a harsh whisper, earning myself a disgruntled ‘ssh’ from the girl on the table next to me. Rolling my eyes, I brought his attention to me, waving my hand inviting him over.

The first thing I noticed was the wide grin on his lips that reached his eyes. Those blue eyes I had found myself falling more and more in love with over the past few months.

After confirming our feelings for one another at the competition - in which I became the Champion again. We had become inseparable. I would spend my weekends travelling around Ireland with him and his band, much to Casey’s dismay. He didn’t like me very much and I never understood why, I didn’t do anything to him, not that I could recall anyway.

Inhaling loudly he kneeled in front of me, the grin never leaving his face as he took my hands into his.

“I did it, I actually fucking did it.” He breathed out. Furrowing my eyebrows I stared down at him confused, racking my brain trying to find out which one of the many things he did.  “I got a call back for that play Disco Pigs. I got a freaking call back.”

“No way.” I gasped eyes widening in excitement for him. Cillian and I had travelled to the Dublin Theatre, skipping our classes last Tuesday so he could audition for this new play written by Enda Walsh.  “No freaking way.”

“I swear to fuck. They want me back tomorrow. I can’t believe it.” He spoke a little too loudly earning himself another ‘ssh’ from the same girl I had received one from, her eyes glaring in our direction.

“Come on some people don’t know how to take a breather sometimes.” I hissed glaring over my shoulder towards the girl. Her eyes widened at my words but she didn’t reply. Sticking her face back into her book while I packed away my things.

“Can you believe it? I actually have a chance at a stage show. Me?” Cillian whispered excitedly. Reaching out he took my heavy backpack from my hands, tossing one strap over his shoulder, disregarding my protests completely, as if he didn’t hear them.

“I can actually. You were amazing at that audition. I’m surprised they haven’t offered you the part yet.” I grinned proudly, lacing our fingers together.

The sun peaked through the clouds once we left the university library. Cillian was walking next to me like he was floating on air, I was just basking in his company and glad to be away from Osbourne Law and Limits book. It was tediously long and boring.

“What should we do to celebrate?” I asked leaning into his side, nuzzling my face into his upper arm, and inhaling heavily on his scent.

“I can think of a few things.” He grinned with a wink. Taking my free arm into his, he twirled me around in front of him before pulling me tight into his chest with a soft ‘oomph’. “Your place?” He asked with a small smirk pulling on the edges of his lips.

*****

“My dad might be home.” I pouted. At that moment Cillian leaned forward, opening his mouth and gently biting my pouted lips. Pulling away with a laugh I reached up wiping my mouth with the sleeve of my jacket.

“Only one way to find out.”

Walking around the house, my fingers danced along many of the furniture surfaces as I looked for any sign of life. It was a Thursday afternoon, my father was always home for lunch around now but it seems today was different. He was gone.

“All clear” I grinned finalising my search in the kitchen. Spinning around to face Cillian he leaned cockily against the door frame, a sheet of white notepaper in his hands.

“I know” He chuckled extending his arm forward, handing me a handwritten note from my father explaining he had a late meeting and wouldn’t be home until after dinner.

“Why didn’t you say anything when you found this?” I asked placing the note on the kitchen side. I unzipped my jacket as I waited for his answer, shrugging the material from my shoulders, and allowing it to drop to the floor.

“I like watching you walk around…” Cillian grinned watching my hands play with the hem of my t-shirt, slowly lifting the light material around my stomach before removing it completely. “That ass is just…” He trailed off with a chef’s kiss.

“You checking out my ass Mr Murphy?” I asked, turning around so my back was to him and pushing my ass out as far as I could. “This little thing right here?” I asked, reaching around with my hand and gently gliding it along the two plush cheeks before grabbing a good handful of myself.

“FUCKKK” Cillian whined dropping to his knees and crossing the short gap between us. I couldn’t stop the giggle escaping my lips as he shuffled forward on his knees, I could only imagine the sharp pains he was feeling due to the tiled floor beneath him.

“Ah, ah. Only good boys get that.” I was quick to tell him, turning around to face him just as he reached me.

Falling forward, his arms wrapped around my waist. His face buried in my lower stomach causing the breath to stick in my throat.

“Maybe this is what I wanted all along.” He grinned. Blue eyes twinkled with mischief as he placed soft, gentle, pecks lower and lower until he opened his mouth to cup the outside of my clothed core.

“Jesus, Cill” I whined, hips involuntarily bucking forward against his mouth. Cillian released a deep groan at the movement sending shock waves throughout the lower half of my body. “My room, please now.”

“Whys that? I wanna eat and the best place for that is right here in the kitchen.” Cillian winked, running a long index finger along my clothed lips. I couldn’t stop myself as my head fell back into pure bliss.

*****

  This man was going to be the death of me.

“Fuck I love this pussy.” Cillian groaned from below me. His eyes were closed in pleasure as I ground my hips down against his.

After eating me out in the kitchen earlier this afternoon, I couldn’t wait for another second to have him. Taking him by the black belt looped through his jeans. I had dragged him up the stairs and into my room, throwing him onto my bed and returning the favour before climbing on top of him.

Sinking on his impressively long, thick cock. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I perched myself on top of him, hands resting on his chest. I could feel his fingers digging into my hips as he held me in place, allowing me to adjust to his size.

“It was made just for me,” Cillian spoke, voice hushed as I squeezed my walls around him. “Fucking hell Brie.” He gasped, pushing the longer strands of his hair back from his face. “Do that again.”

“What this?” I asked, contracting my walls once more. Biting on my bottom lip, I watched his face contort into pleasure at the sensations my body was giving him.

“Yes, fuck, yes that.” He groaned, pulling on my hips so that my clit was grinding against his crotch, creating the most delicious friction.

Swallowing back a small moan at the movement, I lifted my hips slowly before slamming back down - shivers erupted throughout my body at the forced contact.

“Cill” I whimpered, repeating the action. His hands helped to slam me down into him. I had to close my eyes at the sheer blissful, pleasure. His tip was pushing against the lining of my cervix, I had no problem feeling him and he felt so good.

“I can’t… I won’t… I won’t last long if youkeepdoingthat.” I had to rush out, my words getting lost in my throat as his movements picked up to an almost unbearable speed.

“That’s alright, let go for me. Let me feel you cum all over my cock.” Cillian forced out through gritted teeth, his pleasure consuming him. “Fuck just give it to me.” He demanded.

Becoming a whimpering mess above him, I could barely keep my eyes open at his unforgiving force. Cillian noticing, flipped me over so I was now on my back, staring up into his glassed-over blue eyes – lost in pleasure.

“I said cum” He growled, his breath hitting off my face, shattering my entire control.

The band had snapped, the balloon burst and a bright white light had me squeeze my eyes shut. A silent scream escaped my throat, and my nails dug into his biceps, scratching down towards his forearms. I was consumed with pleasure. Lost in it.

I barely had time to register Cillian’s stuttered movements, when he collapsed onto top of me. His sweat-covered skin, mixed with my own. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer to me so I could bury my face in his neck - inhaling his scent.

“You’re amazing,” Cillian whispered in my ear, placing light kisses along the shell. “Fucking mind-blowing.”

“Your not too bad yourself Cill.” I giggled, feeling a deep blush setting in my cheeks as I held him close.

“BRIE YOU HOME?” I heard the voice of my father.

Cillian pulled away from me immediately, his eyes wide as we check the small clock next to my bedside table. 1822, where did the time go?

“In my room dad, I’ll be out in a minute. Just out of the shower.” I grimaced in a panic. Cillian turned around to look at me, eyes glancing from my flushed ‘fucked out’ cheeks to my slightly damp hair. “I panicked,” I whispered harshly throwing an oversized t-shirt over my head.

“Brie?”

“He’s gonna fucking kill me”

“Not if we get you out without him noticing.” I countered back, tossing Cillian’s jacket towards him before slipping on a pair of shorts. “Where are your shoes?” I asked, frantically lifting the messed-up duvet and checking under the bed.

“Downstairs,” Cillian spoke, his face turning sheet white.

“Okay, okay it’s fine. I’ll go down first and you follow after me.” I nodded pushing the damp hair from my forehead, shoving it towards the back of my neck with the rest of it. “I’ll take him into the kitchen, you leave through the front door.”

“Okay, good plan.” He nodded.

Opening the door to my room, I checked either side before slowly emerging. Looking over my shoulder I gesture quietly for Cillian to follow after me as we descended the stairs.

“Ah, there you are darling. How was studying?” My father asked, appearing from the living room his glasses resting halfway down his nose. His phone was in his hand, he was reading a text.

“Yeah, it was good, insightful.” I laughed awkwardly. Using my hand to push the air back – silently telling Cillian to go back, and get off the stairs. “Lots of things to do…learn I mean. Lots of things to learn.” I corrected.

My father looked up from his phone briefly. A smile pulled at his lips but he was fighting it. “I was thinking of takeout for dinner tonight. What do you think?” He asked pulling the small frames from his face and resting them behind the slits in his dress shirt.

“Sounds amazing, let’s go to the kitchen. Look at some menus?” I smiled, skipping down the remaining stairs to stand next to him. I intended to get him walking with me, giving Cillian the chance for a clean getaway but he wasn’t moving.

“Won’t Cillian be joining us?” My father asked the smile that was fighting to fall onto his face finally appearing.

“Cill…I…what would Cillian be doing here?” I asked feeling rather flustered. My hands came up to my face, pushing aside any hair that fell into its path.

“Brianna I am not stupid, I was young once. Your mother and I were at the same thing.” My father laughed, placing a soft hand on my shoulder before turning around to look at the staircase.

Looking past him I saw Cillian standing on the bottom step, looking between my father and the front door, a sheepish smile on his face. We had been caught.

“Alright sir” Cillian awkwardly laughed, I could see it on his face. He wanted the ground to open up and swallow him whole.

“Alright son, you have a nice afternoon?”

“DAD” I squealed, slapping his chest. I could only assume my face was as red as the ripest tomato but my reaction to his question just made him laugh in response.

“Look, I don’t care what you do regarding that area of your life. Just keep it wrapped yeah?”

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