Always Conall (Bitterroot #2) (13 page)

The taste of his kiss intoxicated me.
Disoriented me. A trail of goosebumps followed Conall’s hands as they ran down the length of my back, along the curve of my hip. He lifted me slightly and eased me up to sit on the back of the couch. Feeling a bit precarious, I steadied myself with my hands at his waist. My fingers brushed over the bandage beneath his shirt.

“Conall, you shouldn’t be lifting—” I whispered against his lips.

“Shut up, Sage,” he growled back as he silenced me with another devastating kiss.

Every rational thought I’d ever had vanished. I could only feel. His unyielding muscular frame wrapped around me, sheltering and imprisoning me all at once.
The swirl of his tongue against mine and the labored breaths that fanned my face with every slight pause in the kiss. His hand returned to my hair, tangling in the strands and pulling tightly to hold me still for his marauding erotic assault. The sharp edge of his teeth nipped at my lips, and the hint of pain wrenched a gasp from deep inside me.

“Fuck, Sage…” he murmured as he pulled me from the couch, up against him once more, then turned and guided me through a doorway into another room. My brain couldn’t form words, barely even the thoughts, to wonder where he was taking me. What he wanted to do to me. I didn’t fucking care, as long as he never stopped making me feel this way. Moments later, he turned me again, pushing me down on a soft mattress and covering me with his weight. As my arms tightened around his waist, he winced with a sharp intake of breath.

“Your stitches,” I gasped.

“Fuck my stitches,” he growled as he pulled my hand up over my head and held it captive, lacing his fingers through mine.

His lips teased and trailed down my neck, tracing the edge of my halter dress. My back arched wantonly, my skin aching for more contact. I felt his hot breath hit the hypersensitive valley between my breasts, followed by a slight tug at the back of my neck as he freed the tie holding my halter dress in place. Releasing my hand, he reverently slid the cotton fabric to the side, brushing it lightly over my hardened, sensitive nipples. My breathing became rushed and frantic as he gazed down at my bared skin.

“Fucking perfect,” he breathed hoarsely, voraciously attacked one sensitive bud.

A sharp cry left my throat at the bliss of his touch, at the heat of his mouth. My body curled out at him, legs spreading wide and begging to feel his hard length against my core. My knees bent so I could buck against his strength. His large callused hand traversed down the length of my body to my ankle, slipping under the hem of my long skirt before deliciously scraping back up, baring my legs in its ascent. I felt his fingertips push under the fabric of my panties as he gripped my bottom.

“
Why you?” he murmured as his lips trailed across to my other aching, hardened nipple. “Why does it have to be you that makes me feel this way?”

His hand trailed around to the front, feathering towards the heat pooling at my center. As he pushed two thick fingers deep into my throbbing core, I cried out at the sudden, delicious invasion.

“Fuck, so wet and hot, baby,” he murmured against my skin, trailing light, nipping kisses up my neck to breath heavily into my ear. “I want to bury myself inside you. Feel your tight little pussy squeezing my cock.”

His words caused my body to contract against is fingers, to squeeze and hold him.

“Oh, yeah,” he groaned, “just like that.”

His head lifted ever so slightly as he rose to capture my lips, devouring me with his kiss. With the full weight of his hips pressed against my pelvis, my thighs spread to cradle him against me, his thick, hard length almost bruised my aching core. I moaned way
back in my throat, my legs wrapping around his to urge him closer yet.

Suddenly, I craved the feel of his bare skin. I needed it, as though it was vital to my next few seconds on earth. My hands slipped from his shoulders to the front of his shirt, and I yanked with every ounce of strength I possessed to pull the hem free from his jeans. Unable and unwilling to fumble with the buttons, I tugged and pulled. A faint tear of fabric sounded as he practically ripped the fucker off. A glint of late afternoon sunlight reflected on his dog tags, and my hand was drawn to the flash. I tugged at them slightly to urge him closer to me, and he wrapped me tightly against his hard, bare chest. The heat of his skin burned with mine as we melted together with simultaneous fevered groans.

“Oh my God…” I breathed into his mouth. My wandering fingers roamed over every ridge of muscle spanning his abdomen, tracing the edge of his bandages where my nails scraped along his skin and caused him to hiss sharply. In a flash, his hands slid up the backs of my thighs to my panties, and he yanked them down forcefully, raising just enough to straighten my legs and remove the offending garment. His palms rested on my inner thighs, spreading my legs widely as he gazed down at my aching, needy center. Excruciatingly slowly, the tips of his fingers traced down the delicate skin, barely grazing the hot, tingling flesh in between.

The expression on his face alone almost pushed me over the edge. With a sweltering glance, his eyes hotly watching the touch of his fingertips, he quietly groaned.

“Fuck, Sage…” His guttural tone could barely be heard.

As though he was starving, he buried his face against my core, licking firmly, fucking me deeply with his tongue. Sucking and lapping and nibbling at my clit as his thick fingers pushed back inside me and his little finger teased my back entrance
. I almost screamed, shocked by his unexpected, brazen touch. The fragments of my sanity swirled around in my head as his thick, deep voice brushed against my heated core.

“I fucking want all of you,” he rumbled against my skin, pulsing vibrations through me with every breath. “I want to taste you exploding in my mouth. I want your hot little pussy and your tight little ass.”

Another deep draw on my clit sent a brutal tremor through me as his fingers pumped inside my aching, wet depths. His pinky tantalized the taboo spot just behind it and dipped inside, mimicking his assault on my tender pussy, the touch was so wrong and wicked, yet amazingly provocative. The combined stimulation wrought a desperate sob from my throat. I couldn’t think of anything but the magic of his touch, the fire he was setting throughout my body.

I was so close.

Oh God
, so very close.

Every cell in my body shook as one hand slid around my hips. Lifting them to gain more direct access, his tongue and his fingers fanned the fire inside me, devouring and consuming me. My head fell back and my body arched off the bed as it seized with an awesome exhilaration. His fingers inside me, filling me but gliding easily through the wetness of my arousal, drawing the moisture to my ass and pumping into me with a smooth, sure movement. Taking me higher, building up the pressure. His lips drew hard at my clit, pressing his fingers more firmly until my body convulsed suddenly into a shaking, sobbing mess.

“Con…” My voice echoed in my own head with a gasp, and his lips brushed over my bare sex and up my stomach. Pausing momentarily to lave and caress my breasts, his mouth worked his way up my neck and back to tease my tongue and nip at my breathless lips. The scent of my arousal surrounded us, and I could taste my lust in his kiss. Deftly, his hands pulled at my dress, tugging it down my hips, stopping just a second to slip my sandals from my feet. It all happened so fast, yet eternal and dreamlike. I lay naked underneath him, yanking at the waistband of his jeans, desperately trying to pull the button free and release his zipper.

Conall straightened above me as he shucked off his jeans and the thick curve of his cock sprang forth. He quickly pulled a condom from his wallet, ripping the package open with his teeth to slide on the latex. He looked down at me for a moment, sprawled out and waiting desperately, and I watched as his large hand closed around the thickness of his cock, stroking it. With a cool, devilish grin, he pressed up against my core and stroked the hard length against my aching clit.

I pushed up to sit before him, grasping his hot, firm length. Wrapping a hand around the base and another farther up, I squeezed and tugged. His hand settled at my shoulder as I milked him, his fingers tightening in my hair almost painfully. With a groan, he pulled me towards him, ravishing my lips. His other hand slipped underneath me and hefted me up the bed as he nudged his way between my parted legs. His arm curled under my thigh, pulling it up and spreading me wide open. He teased my entrance momentarily, slickening up the thick head of his cock before he surged into me, invading my hot, aching depth.

“Fucking hell…” he groaned as he stretched me and stroked slowly inside me. “Nobody… fuck, Sage, nobody has ever felt like you.” His lips captured mine as his hips pressed tightly into me, pushing even deeper. The almost painful bliss of his touch had me shaking violently, on the cusp of shattering into a million pieces yet again. My hands drifted down his back to cup the hard muscles of his ass, clawing and pulling, urging him to stay inside me forever. Every pump of his hips besieged my senses. The feel of him
so very deep as the silky slide of his cock caressed me. The tightening of his muscles with every thrust.

His harsh breathing echoed in my mind, his heartbeat reverberated through my body.
Forceful and punishing, then stopping as he buried himself to the hilt, holding his muscles taut while he kissed me thoroughly. His fingertips traced the shell of my ear down my throat, and his thumb gently pressed against my pulse, just enough to heighten the fervor of the moment.

He pulled out of me and rose to kneel, his hand slipping up to my ribs and holding me down to the bed. His other hand ran under my hips pushing my legs to the side and firmly lifting my sex so he could plunge back inside. My legs folded up against me, and he ran so deep when he gave a hard, fast thrust.
And another. With the way he held me down, I couldn’t move, but I didn’t want to. I lay helplessly as he began to pound into me, and I loved every second. Every last punishing thrust as he entered and withdrew.

It was fucking incredible.

With his hand at my shoulder to steady my body, he continued to drive into me. Perfectly hard and rough. The splendor of his touch was so raw and jarring, almost excruciating. My core muscles contracted, squeezing him tightly and eliciting a rough, ragged groan from his throat. My entire body seizing rigidly as I peaked, and then a surge of light flashed across my eyelids. Shocks reverberated throughout me and pulsed clear through to my fingertips and toes.

A throaty scream tore from my own throat as Conall continued to fuck me, animalistic and primal, drawing out the exhilaration until I was shaking and sobbing incoherently. I barely registered a pause in his rhythm as he lifted my
ankle up to his shoulder, the back of my leg pressed tightly against his abs by his bruising grip on my thigh. The slap of our wet skin echoed in the small space, and his chest and abs grew slick with a fine sheen of sweat. I was lost in the sensations that thrummed through me, captured by the intensity of his dark eyes as he clenched his jaw and hoarsely growled with his release. At long last, his pace slowed to a halt, occasionally gliding in and out, savoring the delicious connection. He released my leg, guiding it to rest at his side, his length still buried deliciously deep inside me, and lowered his muscular frame to cradle me below him in his arms.

Conall

I was in fucking heaven. I could feel every faint shiver reverberate through Sage’s trembling body as I lowered myself back down to her, skin on skin. Supporting the bulk of my weight with my elbows, every movement wrought a gasp from her bruised and parted lips. All at once, she seemed limp and listless below me, yet tightly wrought and hypersensitive.

And,
holy fuck
, my side hurt. It burned like a motherfucker where my stitches were.

But, every second I’d been inside her had been so worth the pain I felt now.

I nuzzled her temple and lifted my head to look down at her. With what seemed like great effort, her eyes opened slightly, showing just a glimpse of the brilliant blue as she studied me. Her fair skin was flushed a lovely shade of pink, dewy with sweat that caused the tendrils of her hair to curl at her forehead.

She
’d never looked so beautiful.

I gingerly kissed her, barely making contact but feeling the spark all the same. My lips delicately caressed hers, feather-light touches,
then a slight brush of my tongue. Her fingertips traced the muscles of my back, delicately gliding her nails along my damp skin and sending faint shivers through my body. My hips settled more firmly against hers, still a part of her, and she tightened around me with a breathy gasp.