What are you doing ? I whispered, but it came out choked. He let out a low sound of pleasure as he rocked his hips onto mine once more. Stop, I repeated, but I didn’t even convince myself.
To my surprise, he sat up, and before I could wonder if I was upset or grateful that he listened, he ripped off my blanket and climbed back on top of me. This time it felt better as he rocked his hips into mine. My legs wrapped around his waist on their accord, and I bit down hard on my bottom lip as I felt him digging into me.
Do you fucking feel me ?
Is that your cock or your gun ? I mocked.
It’s whatever you want it to be. He grinned.
His hand slipped between us, and I gasped at the rapid touch. I felt the cool metal touching my thighs, and I shivered. Looking down, I saw the pistol caressing my inner thighs. His eyes caught mine as he ran the tip over my panties.
I tried to squirm away, and he let out a low warning sound. Licking his lips, he kept his eyes on me as he played with me like this. I couldn’t believe I was letting him, but my thoughts of protest had vanished, and all I could do right now was feel.
Feel the cool metal of the gun running across my damp panties. All I could do right now was hear. Hear the sounds we were both making. I was gasping out needy, pitiful, embarrassing sounds, and Oisin was grunting and swearing in his language.
He slipped the gun inside, and I shivered from the coolness, and then he was easing it inside me.
Fucking ride it, baby. He rasped. Hold onto me, yeah, good fucking girl. He praised me when I placed my hands on his shoulders. Imagine it’s my cock, mo ghra amhain.
My hips arched off the bed as I rode the gun as if it were his cock, and I did it shamelessly. But, God, I wished it were his cock. I don’t know what was wrong with me, but I felt so wanton, so needy. My head fell back with a loud moan, and his tongue darted over the slope of my neck in response, extracting a full shudder from me.
Eyes on me, mo ghra amhain. Allow me the beautiful sight of how you look when I pleasure you.
I obeyed shakily, my head dipping to watch him as he pulsed the gun in and out of me in slow strokes. This was crazy. I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t be enjoying this. I was. I was so wet that it was loud and had me biting down even harder on my bottom lip.
Fuck, when you bite your bottom lip like that. You make me lose my fucking mind.
His words only added fuel and fire to the pit of my belly. I couldn’t believe how close I was to cumming. This wasn’t normal. No one fucks a gun and gets off on it. Was I losing my mind like him ? If this is how it felt to lose my mind, then I never wanted it back.
I’ve never done this before. I whimpered.
I know. He rasped, and I moaned loudly. His eyes darkened even further. Only my gun gets to fuck this cunt.
I came right then and there. It was embarrassing and loud and wet and a lot. It usually takes me a lot longer to reach my orgasm when I touch myself, yet this man brought me to it in half the time.
It was the danger and thrill, the sounds of appreciation, and how he spoke to me. Oisin was even dirtier than I thought and proved just how dirty he was when he pulled the gun out of me and stuck it into his mouth to taste and lick.
He closed his eyes and let out a deep guttural groan that had my clit pulsing all over again. He sat up and placed the gun away before fixing his suit and hair.
Wash up and come down for dinner. Aofie is worried about you, and so am I. You need to eat. He scolded lightly, then stepped out of my room without glancing back.
Oisin
I had to refrain from stopping and jacking off in the bathroom, but hell, I was so hard it hurt. I couldn’t close my eyes and try to make it disappear because she’d appear before me. All wanton, sexy, and so wet and needy.
No. I needed to think of other things, literally anything else. I wasn’t planning on touching her until she begged for it, but damn it, I couldn’t contain myself. She looked too sexy for me not to have touched her.
Her sexy little desperate sounds and how she looked were forever saved and etched into my memory. I couldn’t wait to reminisce about them when I was alone later tonight. I could hear Aofie giggling, and I saw her in Liam’s arms as he tickled her.
Say I’m the best uncle you have ! Say it !
She laughed and tried to get away. You’re the only uncle I have ! She shouted in response, and he laughed at her remark.
She clung to him as he neared the dining room. He sat Aofie on the chair across from me and smiled at Fiona.
Fiona, dinner looks delicious like always.
Enjoy your meal. Will Mrs. Callahan be joining us ?
Yes. I nodded. My gun and I made sure of it. She should be coming down any minute.
Daid, is she still sick ? Aofie asked.
No, she looks like she’s doing better, I answered. Liam, will you lift her sleeves ?
Liam folded the sleeves of Aofie’s dress, so she didn’t get them dirty, then proceeded to fill up her plate. By the time I filled up mine and Elena’s plates, she was coming into the kitchen. She was in her pajamas, and I noticed her hair was in a slick, wet bun.
She must’ve taken a shower to clean up. She eyed Liam for a minute, trying to remember where she saw him. Then, realizing that he was the one that held the priest at gunpoint, her eyes went wide and instinctively dropped to Aofie.
Almost like she was worried Liam would hurt her. He never would, but it was warm seeing her worry about my daughter.
Hello. She spoke.
Hi, Elena. Daid said you were sick. Are you better ?
I am cara mia. Thank you.
I stood up and pulled out her chair, and she nervously walked over to me. Finally, she sat down, and I pushed her chair back in before taking the seat next to her.
This is my cousin, Liam, I said, pointing to him.
Liam nodded his head toward her. Mrs. Callahan.
She grimaced at the name. Call me Elena. She blurted out quickly.
Ignoring her, he went back to eating and helping Aofie cut the chicken into pieces.
Eat, Elena.
She stabbed the fork repeatedly over the chicken and vegetables, and her animosity was contagious as I grew short with her childish tantrum.
I am eating. She muttered as she picked up the fork.
Lose the attitude, baby. We’re having dinner as a family, and I would hate to put it on pause and have to fuck it out of you. I whispered so only she could hear.
Her head whipped to mine, and she narrowed her eyes at me. You’re crazy.
You want to know how crazy I am ? I swear to fuck ; if you don’t eat, I will tie you to the chair and force-feed you myself. I snapped, and my voice went a notch higher than I anticipated.
Liam coughed awkwardly under his breath, but my eyes were still set on the woman that had a knack for trying my patience.
Her eyes went wide, and her jaw dropped. You wouldn’t.
Try me, Elena. Fucking try me. I threatened lowly.
Thankfully, she dropped the attitude and ate her plate. I filled it up for her once more, and I gave her a stern look before she could argue. She diverted her eyes away from me and ended up finishing two plates.
Thank God she was eating. It’s been three days that I’ve had to endure this Hell of her starving herself. I couldn’t handle it if anything happened to her, but she wasn’t making any of this easy. I know she misses her family and hates it here, but leaving this house wasn’t an option.
I’d never let her go. I just got her. I just made her mine. She needed to come to terms with it. It’d be so much easier if she did. I’d do anything for her. What I felt for this woman could never be put into simple terms. It was a dangerous infatuation-a psychotic obsession.
I didn’t care. Nothing mattered when it came to Elena. There were no rules or right and wrong. I’d treat her like a fucking queen if she let me. If only she would give me a chance. Suppose she could get past everything and give me a chance to worship and cherish her truly.
She wouldn’t regret it. She’d grow to want me the way I want her. To need me how I need her. To love me how I love her. I’d swim the seven oceans and climb the tallest mountains for her.
I’d murder and kill everyone who would ever stand in our way. I’d burn the entire fucking world to the ground and crawl out of Hell on my hands and knees to reach her. Whatever she desired would be hers. Whatever she yearned and craved would be hers.
She could have my soul, my heart, because it belonged to her anyways. I’d cut it out of my chest and offer it to her on a silver platter. All she had to do was ask.