#ciaran oconnor

His erection strained inside his jeans and demanded to be inside of Hope, now. His heart thundered like he was running a marathon, and his grip on Hope tightened.

Ciaran cursed to himself, “Hope, I want, no, need to be inside ye.”  

He pulled her closer, the feeling of her soft breasts against his chest sending shock waves down his groin. He kissed Hope more, and she let his tongue dart inside of her. He stroked her tongue with his own and on every withdrawal nibbled at her plump bottom lip. Damn, he needed her so bad. It was nothing he’d ever felt before, and his head swam as image after image flooded his lust-crazed brain. The moan that escaped her lips between frantic kisses made him shiver. It was throaty and deep, and he felt her fingers dig into his shoulders.

Ciaran all but tackled her. He tried to cushion her fall to the floor with one arm and held his weight with the other. Her hair fell in a silky wave to cover. The graze in his side burned. Was he was hurting her?  Fear tickled at Ciaran’s spine.

Hope reached up, pulling him down to her mouth. The sweet taste and smell of her overwhelmed his senses. She let his hips push her legs apart and the hard length trapped in his pants pressed against her. So much for hurting her. 

“Ciaran…” Hope’s voice was barely a whisper and they continued to explore each other’s mouths. She was holding him tight against her body, breathing hard. The sight of her breasts moving up and down made his hand move on its own. He let his fingers press lightly, as he dragged them down the side of her neck to take her seductive breast in his hand and squeeze.  Hope arched and ground her hips against his. He pushed away the fabric caging her and tore the flimsy bra free.  

“Fuck…” Ciaran groaned.

With the lace gone, more of Hope’s perfect body was revealed, and it shot his arousal through the goddamn roof. The rosy, pink of her nipples would have been enough to ensnare him, but the icing on this particularly delicious cake was the gleaming metal beads that danced on either side of them. He’d never thought about pierced nipples, and now, he was obsessed. Ciaran had to have them in his mouth. To touch and play with the sinful, little beads that hugged the tips of her perfect breasts, which barely fit in his hand.  

“Oh, Hope, please, please let me kiss ye here,” Ciaran squeezed again, and Hope’s released a sweet moan, “Please, Hope, say it.”

 He had to hear her. He had to know she wanted this. He couldn’t force her. No one should have to do shite they do’na wanna. Should’na have… oh, god, get out of yer head.

“Yes, oh, god, yessss.” Good.  

Ciaran wanted to entice those sounds out of her over and over. He looked up at Hope as he licked one gloriously hard nipple. She was arched up off the floor, eyes closed tight, and gasping. It was the most sensual thing he’d ever seen. Ciaran wanted more. He wanted to taste all of her, every inch of flesh and every sweet drop of honey.  

The dress was off with barely an effort, and when he saw Hope’s skin in all its tattooed, pale glory, Ciaran nearly came.  

The artwork, which was one continuous tattoo, weaved all across her breathtaking body. It curved around the top of her shoulders to the inside of her arms and down to her fingers. He’d seen those, but the sweeping section that curved around her ribcage and down her flat stomach was new.  

The tattoo accentuated the sensuous curve of her breasts, scooping under them and meeting at her sternum, then jutting down to her navel. The black line traveled straight down to the front of her stomach to the top of her pelvis only to teasingly split again and run down the outside of her legs. And she sparkled everywhere, a jewel encrusted in each shoulder and hip.

Did he dare venture where that tattoo feared to go? Fuck, yes, he did. With a hand still grabbing one of Hope’s full breasts, he kissed his way down to her hips. Her alabaster flesh was framed in dark hair. Hope’s sweet, intoxicating smell was all around him and he hungered to taste the honeyed flesh of her core.

“Hope. I have to.”

“Wha—” 

The question deserted her as the tip of his tongue licked gently at her clit and Holy Lord, the taste of her. Ciaran would never get enough. She was sweet, rich, and blazingly hot. He welcomed the scratches of her nails, as she grabbed his shoulders. As he sucked and pulled her into his mouth, it was like he was drinking molten gold.  

“I should…”

Hope was trying to speak, but Ciaran was enjoying himself far too much. He flicked his tongue across that magic place and began to drag his hand up toward his mouth. With one long lick across her, Ciaran let his fingers join the fun. Her core was weeping and so ready for the orgasm lingering just around the corner. She was tight around his fingers and blissfully warm.  

As Ciaran pushed in and out of her, Hope bucked off the floor. She clawed at his shoulders and grabbed his hair. Hope was so close, so ready to release all that built-up tension.  Ciaran was beside himself, the joy of making her orgasm lit him up from the inside. When she cried out his name, he nearly lost it. But Ciaran had to be inside her when he came.  

The surge of her muscles around his hand was incredible. Ciaran watched awestruck as he pushed her over the edge and made her come over and over. When he finally released her, she was drenched and gasping. The erotic taste of her slid down his throat and stirred his hunger. In all of two seconds, his pants and boxers were off and left under the counter. In the brief moment Ciaran wasn’t closed in around Hope, she sat up.

“Ciaran, holy fuck… I really should… tell you…” Hope was trying to speak between breaths, and he pulled her close.

“What? What is it?” He kissed her neck as he spoke.

“I’ve, oh god, I’ve never… I’ve never done this.”

“Neither have I. I promise I do’na make a habit of takin’ girls back to me place.” Ciaran continued kissing and nibbling at the side of Hope’s neck and let his hand run down her body to her breast. He gently pinched her nipple ring and breathed her in.

“Ugh. I… No, Ciaran that’s not what I mean. I’ve never, well, I’ve never, umm, had sex.” Hope stilled in his arms. 

Ciaran shook his head. He must have heard wrong. How could someone as utterly sexual and stunning as Hope have never done this? But she was still frozen in his arms, and when he looked at her face she was staring at the ground.

“What? Oh, me god, I’m so sorry, I did’na—” 

“No, don’t be sorry. I still want to. I really, really do. I just wanted you to know. And I guess, I wanted to… know what this was going to be like,” She stared up at him, her fierce eyes showing a hint of embarrassment, “Never really had a sex talk.”

Ciaran was speechless. What the hell was the right thing to say? God, should he even be doing this? But at the thought of someone else, some other man, being the one to do this with her made him think seriously of finding said man and driving his head through a wall.

“Hope, we do’na have to do this. I can’na lie to ye, I really wanna. Sittin’ here next to ye, so verra naked and not devourin' ye, is takin’ some serious strength of will. But, ye have to wanna.”

Hope’s eyes seemed to search his, like she was looking for something to make her decision, and Ciaran tried to show everything his words couldn’t. Unfortunately, his thoughts started to swirl in his head again, and he was trapped in a game of chicken with the past. Ciaran could almost feel himself fracture down the middle.

Half of him wanted Hope so bad he’d be willing to chop off his leg to get close to her, but another half wanted to shake with all the cool of a fucking “fraidy cat” child in the dark. It was panicked someone was close enough to see all of him and take what they wanted.

But Hope wasn’t taking. She looked at him and gave him control over the situation. This could be good. I’m in control. I can stop or go, whenever I want.    

“I want this.”  Hope leaned in offering herself to him. 

Ciaran pulled her close, and he felt the hard tips of her breasts touch his bare chest and every bit of him began to relax, the screaming desire moving back to its rightful place at the front of his mind. This beautiful demon was the single sexiest woman on the planet, in the whole fucking universe, and she wanted him.  

“Alright, then. I do feel I should tell ye, it can hurt at first, for women, if we go too fast. I’ll be slow.” 

“Okay. Now, please, Ciaran,” Hope’s voice burned, and he almost wanted to ask her to just say his name over and over.  

But the moment she touched him again, his skin was on fire. With surprising strength, she pulled him down to her mouth and on top of her. Her knees fell easily to the side, and she attacked his neck with kisses and nibbles. Ciaran was hard enough to cut a diamond.  

But, he couldn’t be aggressive. Ciaran focused on the feel of her lips. As he looked down at Hope, the tension inside reached epic proportions, again. Her wavy hair with its white streak was tousled and wild. Her lips were swollen and red, her pale flesh bathed in a euphoric glow.  He slid a hand down to the hot, wet center waiting for him. She was drenched in magnificent, sugared honey.

Hope moaned, and Ciaran worked his fingers. Hope was panting again and pressed herself against Ciaran’s hard working hand. She groaned and cursed, pulling at his arm close to her face. She turned and bit into his forearm and the release poised at her core finally burst out. He was straining against the unbelievable desire to slam into her, but as she pulled him closer, the tip of his erection slid teasingly across her.  

Ciaran shuddered at the heat between Hope’s legs, and he gave in. He gripped Hope’s hip with one hand, as she continued to bite his other arm and slowly began to sheathe himself. Hope was tight around him, and the delicious wetness created an incredible friction.  

He felt her grip tighten around his forearm, “Are ye okay?”

“Yes. Don’t stop.” Hope grumbled the words around biting her lip.

Ciaran continued to move back and forth inside her. She squeezed around him. Hope let out a shattering cry and ripped into Ciaran’s skin with her nails. The sensation was tremendous, an elixir of pleasure and slight pain. Hope stared up at him, and as their eyes met. Ciaran found his favorite look in the world. She was completely blissed out.  

 Her long, graceful legs fell further open, and she took every thrust of him. Ciaran squeezed her hip tight, anchoring himself, as he pushed deeper and deeper. Hope arched back, as orgasm after orgasm rocketed through her. Each one made the fierce muscles inside her clench his shaft and brought him closer to his own release. Every inch of Ciaran’s body was burning. The magnificent, crushing pressure poised in his erection transformed him, the weights beneath it pulling up tight and exciting the animal in him. 

The roar that rumbled out of his chest was unadulterated, primal lust. A demand to possess Hope and give her everything he had to offer in return. Hope screamed out through smiles. Her voice covered Ciaran in another sweet layer of desire, the ecstasy bursting from her called for more and more of him, and he would give it to her.

Ciaran grabbed Hope’s hips with both hands and flipped her to her stomach. The floor pressed her luscious breasts up to her chin and she lifted her hips up to greet him. The softest skin of her body was luminescent, as the wet flesh was kissed by the fading light. It was beautiful, and Ciaran dove into her with passionate force. The rhythm they created was a divine dance of possession and submission, giving and taking. He reached a hand to her throat and pulled her tighter against him. Hope’s hand covered his, her nails digging into his fingers, but she was pressing it harder to the tender skin of her neck, gasping and sighing, as she opened herself up for still more.  

She was his. She had given her body over, and the act was enough to make the fearsome tension inside of him finally boil over. The orgasm that had been out of reach his entire life split him open and burst with such force Ciaran was completely breathless. Hope’s core embraced the release and squeezed down all around him, coming right along with him. Ciaran couldn’t stop. Every thrust pulling out more, until her perfect body had milked every last drop.  

The final growl of pleasure from Ciaran harmonized with Hope’s and echoed in the quiet house. Both of their arms gave out, as the sweet feeling of completion took over. Ciaran let his body fall to the floor beside her and pulled Hope to his chest. The skin of her back was moist against him, and he could feel her heart pounding. She was quiet aside from her hard breaths rushing in and out.

“Are ye alright?” Ciaran whispered into her hair. 

Hope’s eyes were closed. Her cheeks rosy. She was so beautiful and sort of fragile, he had never noticed before, she probably hadn’t let him, but now with her cradled against him, she was small. Marcus could never get his hands on her.

She stirred beside him and rolled onto her back. When she looked up into his eyes and smiled, Ciaran nearly melted, 

“I’m great. I’m kinda sore, but great.” 

She wasn’t lying, she was great. But reality rushed back in. There was so much still to talk about. For now, Ciaran rolled onto his back and pulled her into the crook of his arm. Hope fit perfectly, and as she closed her eyes, Ciaran let himself drift off to the best sleep he’d had in ages.