Dare You To Love Me - Page 195

Ciaran turned his head so we could kiss. “Love you too, Matty.” He threw his head back and moaned when I hit his spot. “Fuck, keep doing that. That angle.”

I stroked his cock in time with my thrusts. “I want you to come for me, baby, but not yet.”

“So close,” he garbled. “Been on edge for hours.”

“It was so fucking hot knowing you were wearing it for me. That you had to pretend nothing was happening when I zapped you with the vibration. Couldn’t concentrate on anything else. I’m going to come so hard for you.” I bit his neck. “Want me to fill you? Paint your insides with my cum, baby?”

“Matty,” he garbled, his hands scrambling against the wall as I thrust harder in him. “Fill me.” His legs began to shake. “I’m so close.”

“Not yet, baby. Do you know what I’m going to do after I pump my load inside your hot hole?” I slammed into him and he grunted. “This hole that belongs to me? I’m going to put the plug back in your ass and plug you up.”

“Hmm,” Ciaran whimpered. “How are you so calm right now?”

“Because I love making you fall apart.” In truth, I wasn’t calm. Not in the slightest. But I had plans for Ciaran. Plans I’d been making for months, and I wasn’t about to back out now. “You’ll be full of me for hours,” I growled possessively. “And then tonight, when we’re alone again, I’m going to put you on the bed, and remove the plug, and eat your ass.”

He shivered.

“Jesus, Matty. I’m about to?—”

“Not yet. Hold out for me, baby. After I feast on your hole and lick you clean, I’m going to fuck you nice and slow, until you’re a puddle of words, begging.”

“Like right now? Matty, I’m literally dying here.”

“I know. Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” he said.

“And you love me?”

“Yes.”

“And you’re mine?”

“Yes,” he cried impatiently.

“Forever, Ciaran?”

“Forever,” he hissed, bucking against me, fucking me in earnest. “Fuck, let me come. I swear, my heart is going to explode here.”

In his ear, I whispered, “If I asked you to marry me, would you say yes?”

“Matty?” Ciaran craned his head, his wild, blissed-out blue eyes on me. In his surprise, he clenched down hard on my cock, and I had to breath deep to keep from coming.

“Don’t move.” I thrust up into his hot channel just as I reached into the top shelf to retrieve a small blue ring box. I popped it open to reveal a platinum band with tiny diamonds. Theresa had helped me pick it out. “I want the world to know I’m yours and that you’re mine.”

“Oh my God, are you?—?”

“Yes, I am.” My thrusts turned gentle as I pulled his back against my chest, my mouth at the shell of his ear. “I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you, Ciaran. Years ago, I dared you to love me. But I want more. I want forever. Ciaran Liam Galbraith, my love, my everything, I dare you to marry me.”

I showed him the ring’s inscription. To all the dares that come next.

Ciaran choked out a sob. “Yes,” he said as I slid the ring onto his finger. Mine, I thought. Mine forever. “Yes, I’ll marry you.” He sniffed. “I accept your dare, Matthias Vaulteneau.”

“Thank God,” I moaned as I started fucking my boyfriend in earnest.

Excuse me, my fiancé.

“Will you fucking let me come now?” he said with a stuttered laugh that bordered on a deranged cry.

“With pleasure.”

Ciaran came fast and hard in my fist, clenching around my cock, my name a hoarse cry on his lips, and I unloaded deep inside the man I couldn’t live without, whispering his name as the tears streamed down my face.

I was no fool. That was how I, the Prince of Malibu, snagged a husband in the same room we shared our first kiss.