Deceit (Gallows Hill #1)

17. Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen

Skyla

I feel bad that I’m standing up Jeremy. Really, I do. He seemed nice in a very flirty, obviously just checking out the new meat, kind of way. Clearly, I don’t feel bad enough not to do it, because I feel myself practically running to the pool building at 6:58PM.

My bag is over my shoulder, packed with my suit, cap and goggles just in case we actually do swim. Though, I can’t lie, I really hope we don’t just swim. I’ve never had an orgasm stimulated by anyone other than myself until Ronan. I already feel like an addict, desperate for more. I mean, I suppose there was that thing in the gardens at Putnam Manor, but I feel like I stimulated that and he held me as I did, so it’s different.

I’ve been taught my whole life that my virginity is something to be treasured, protected. It makes more sense now as I realize my father has had plans to marry me off from conception. Of course my virginity is so valuable, it’s a selling point, and if the buyer is Asher then I would gladly give it away to practically anyone else. Though I admit, sleeping with Ronan would hardly be a compromise on my part, the man looks like a Greek god and he tongue fucks like one too.

I go to grab the door to the pool when it pushes open. I can’t help but smile as it does, butterflies racing through my chest. However, they quickly wither and die when it’s not Ronan in front of me, but Vincent. His slate grey eyes are practically incinerating me where I stand, before his lip lifts into a sneer.

“Fucking the coach?”

I pale at his words momentarily, doing my best to brush him off as I roll my eyes.

“Don’t be disgusting.”

His face turns thunderous as he takes a step closer, our chests brushing against each other as he looks down at me.

“Don’t lie to me,” he grits out quietly. “I saw you two in the gardens. I see the way he watches you.”

Keeping my expressions composed, I lift an unimpressed eyebrow as I tilt my head to the side.

“Well, if you see all of that it must mean you’re watching me too.”

His steely mask seems to falter for a moment, something akin to surprise, before it’s back in place.

“Don’t flatter yourself. I was having a smoke and couldn’t help but notice the predator luring the young na?ve girl to a private location.”

My eyes narrow at him. “I’m not na?ve.”

“That’s just what I’d expect you to say,” he says, his deep voice grating on my nerves.

My jaw is clenched before irritation practically consumes me.

“You’re an asshole!”

He shrugs, pushing past me without another word. I wrap my hand around the door handle, looking over my shoulder to see Vincent stride out into the courtyard without a care in the world. I can’t help but watch him with narrowed eyes before I pull the door open again, storming inside.

I collide with a hard chest, and a familiar musky scent fills my senses as I look up to see Ronan smiling down at me.

“Hey,” he smiles easily, before his brows knit together. “What’s wrong?”

The concern in his voice stirs something in me. I allow my irritation towards Vincent to melt away as I stare up at this ridiculously good looking man before me.

“Nothing, I’m good,” I smile.

His hands come up to either side of my face, cupping my cheeks gently as his eyes flick across my face, as if he can find the truth from a single look.

“I don’t believe you. Is it my little shit nephew? Do I need to kick his ass?” he asks.

I can’t help but laugh.

“No, but could you anyway? I think it would do him some good.”

“For my girl? Anything.”

“Your girl?” I ask teasingly. “That seems a little fast, Coach Ronan,” I tease.

“On the contrary, Miss Parris. I think it’s just right. That is, unless you let any man off the street eat your pussy until you come all over his face or ride his lap until you soak his pants?.”

I’m proud that I don’t blush at his words. Instead, I keep my teasing smirk in place and look up like I’m thinking it over.

“Well, not every man.”

His eyes narrow as he shakes his head, before smashing his lips against mine. It’s a kiss that starts out sweet and teasing, but with a swipe of his tongue something changes between us.

Suddenly his grip on me tightens, the air thickens, and our kisses become frantic. A rush I’ve never felt before rips through me as his mouth moves across my cheek and down my neck, sucking on the sensitive skin behind my ear. I gasp at the feeling as I tilt my head back, granting him easier access as his hands begin roaming down my body.

My heart is practically beating out of my chest with each touch. I feel one of his hands leave my side, reaching out and flicking the lock on the door before coming to cup my ass. He pulls me into him, and I happily wrap my leg around his waist. His mouth comes down to my cleavage, licking a long line between my breasts before his eyes meet mine.

I feel my stomach physically flip as he gives me a slow smirk, gripping both my thighs and lifting me into the air. I have no choice but to wrap my other leg around him as Ronan makes quick work of walking us into the pool room and over to the bleachers. He sits down on the first row and I go with him, straddling him as my skirt bunches up around my hips.

My pussy rubs against his hard cock as he lets out an audible groan against my lips.

“Fuck, yes. Grind on me, baby.”

I do as he says, his soft lips peppering my skin as his hands guide my hips. God, I’ve never felt anything so erotic, so intoxicating. Just a few brushes of our bodies together and I’m already prepared to explode. See, like I said? Addict.

I feel a fluttering sensation low in my belly, and my pussy begins to spasm as my clit grinds against him once more.

“Oh god. Oh no. Shit, shit, shit,” I mutter through my orgasm, shuttering and shaking in his arms as he whispers into my ear.

“Just like that. You’re so fucking beautiful when you fall apart for me.”

I’d be embarrassed with how easily he can get me off but honestly, what is there to be embarrassed about? Sounds like a talent to me.

When my pleasure has subsided, I pull away to look at Ronan who is watching me with hungry eyes. Gently, he guides me to stand before he reaches into his pants and pulls out his cock. I physically gulp when I look at it. It’s so thick. I don’t think cocks are supposed to be that thick and if they are, they definitely shouldn’t be this long as well.

“Get on your knees, Skyla,” he commands, a soft lilt to his otherwise demanding tone.

Slowly, I sink to my knees between his legs as his hand comes to the back of my head, winding my hair around his fist as he brings me closer. My mouth begins to water as my stomach turns nervously. I do my best to remain confident, but I can’t deny that I’m terrified I’ll be a disappointment.

A man like this, an Olympian, has obviously been with countless women. What would he want with an inexperienced one like me? The pressure to be the best he’s ever had is intimidating, though it motivates me as I slowly wrap my lips around the head of his cock. My tongue swirls around it before he gently begins pushing me down.

Inch by inch, I take his cock deeper until he’s reached my throat. I gag on instinct, cringing at the sound when Ronan groans.

“Fuck, yes. Gag for me, baby. Let me hear you choke around my cock.”

His words of encouragement spur me on as I do it again, able to get a little further before gagging once more. Ronan’s hands cup my head as he takes over my movements, forcing me up and down over and over again. My gagging has increased, and I feel my eyes water before tears begin streaming down my face. That doesn’t stop him though. He continues using my mouth for his pleasure, pushing deeper and faster until his body locks up and he lets out a strangled groan.

“That’s it. Swallow all of me, baby.”

In the next instant, I feel his cum hit my tongue. It’s warm and slightly salty as I swallow it down. I’ve never tasted cum before and if I’m being honest, I thought it was going to taste a lot worse. I actually kind of like it.

Ronan slowly pulls away, leaning against the bleachers behind him before blowing out a ragged breath and closing his eyes. When he opens them, those blue orbs land on me, a satisfied smirk spread across his face.

“You did so good,” he says, holding a hand out for me before pulling me back into his lap.

“Yeah?” I ask shyly, my hair falling into my face as I do.

He nods slowly, pushing my hair away from my face as he rubs the strands between his fingers.

“Oh yeah. You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

I feel my cheeks flame as my teeth sink into my bottom lip and I nod. His smirk grows as he drags me in for another breathtaking kiss. His soft lips practically melting against mine before he rests his forehead against my own. I don’t know what the hell we are doing, or where this is going, but I’ve literally never had control over anything in my life, so to hell with it. Though, I know this will all be temporary, I’ll relish every second of it for as long as I can.