Chapter 3: Catalyst
"Come on, let's go upstairs to my bedroom," Cillian said, his voice warm and smooth like honey dripping off a spoon as he reached for a clean towel from the washing basket by the stairs and you wondered what this was for.
"Uhm, okay," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. You followed him up the creaky wooden staircase, the dim lights casting long shadows that danced on the walls.
When you reached his bedroom, he smiled and you gave a little smile and shuffled your feet, - trying to keep your nervousness at bay.
It was a large space, with a king-sized bed in the centre, a large window that let in the soft glow of the night sky, and a bookshelf filled with books in one corner. You had never been in his room before and you were captivated by the scent of his cologne that lingered in the air. You could also sense a mild scent of sweat mixing with the pine fresh air that his cologne did not quite over power.
Cillian sat on the bed, his movements casual and unhurried as he placed the towel next to him. You stood by the door, your hands clasped together in front of you, and you gave a little smile and shuffled your feet, - trying to keep your nervousness at bay.
He patted the bed beside him, a small smile playing on his lips. "Don't be so nervous, sweetheart. Tonight, I'm just going to show you how to touch a man, alright?" he said as his eyes twinkled with a roughness that made you giggle. “Nothing more,” he reassured you and you were not quite sure what he meant by that.
“Do you mean, down there?” you asked, gesturing vaguely towards his lap, your cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink.
“Yes, down there," he chuckled, his voice gentle yet firm. "Do you know what that is called, down there?" Cillian asked with a half-smile on his face as he gestured with his head towards his crotch.
You bit your lip, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. "Uhm, I think so," you murmured, your voice barely audible. You had read about it in books, heard whispers from your friend and seen things on the internet, but you had never been in this position before.
"Can you say it?" Cillian pressed, his eyes never leaving yours.
You hesitated, your heart pounding in your chest like a drum. You were not used to these kinds of conversations, and it made you want to hide under the covers.
"P-penis," you finally whispered, your voice so soft it was almost inaudible.
Cillian smiled, a hint of satisfaction in his expression. "Good girl," he said, his voice encouraging. "Although I prefer the word cock," he said with a cheeky grin on his face. "But we'll start with whatever you are comfortable with."
You stared at him, wide-eyed, your blush deepening. You had heard the word before, but never from someone in the flesh.
Cillian reached out and gently took your hand in his, his thumb gently caressing the inside of your wrist.
"Come and sit with me," Cillian said, his voice a soft murmur. He patted the bed beside him again, and you hesitantly took a step forward, then another, until you were close enough for him to gently tug you down next to him. The bed dipped slightly under your weight, and you sat stiffly, your hands folded neatly in your lap.
Cillian leaned back against the pillow, his eyes never leaving your face. "You are so beautiful, you know that, right?" he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine.
You swallowed hard, your cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink as you nodded shyly while Cillian slowly unbuckled his belt. You watched, wide-eyed, as he undid the button on his jeans and then the zipper.
"Now tell me, do you know what a man's cock is for?" Cillian asked, his voice gentle but firm. You nodded again, your eyes fixed on his face, afraid to look down.
"I-I think so," you murmured, your voice barely a whisper.
"Can you tell me?" Cillian asked, his voice gentle yet insistent, his hand gently squeezing your wrist. You swallowed hard again, your mouth dry as cotton.
"Uhm, for, uhm...making babies," you finally managed to say, your voice barely audible. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you struggled to keep your eyes from darting to his crotch.
"Yes, well, that's one way to put it." Cillian's lips curved into a knowing half-smile. He shifted slightly, his movements deliberate and slow.
“But that's not all it is for,” Cillian said, his voice low andultry. He raised an eyebrow, his eyes never leaving yours. "Sometimes, it's just for fun," he added, his voice a low murmur that sent a different kind of shiver down your spine.
You bit your lip, unsure of what to say.
"What do you mean?" you finally managed to ask, your voice shaky.
Cillian chuckled, a soft, warm sound that seemed to wrap around you. "I mean, sometimes, it's just about the feelings, the physical connection, you know?" he said, his voice gentle yet firm. He moved his hand from your wrist, only to gently grasp your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes.
"Now tell me Y/N... have you ever seen a man's cock before?" Cillian asked, his voice still gentle, but there was an underlying intensity that made your heart race.
You shook your head, your eyes still fixed on his face, your heart hammering in your chest. “No, I haven’t,” you admitted softly, your voice barely a whisper. You had seen body parts online but this was different, this was real.
Cillian smiled softly, his eyes never leaving yours. "That's alright sweetheart. Tonight, I'm going to show you what it looks and feels like," he said gently, causing you to nod.
"You're a bit nervous aren't you?" he asked softly, his voice gentle. His thumb swiped across your knuckles, the movement slow to make sure that you could see it.
You nodded, your breath catching in your throat as you tried to steady yourself. "A little," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.
Cillian leaned in closer, his voice a low murmur in your ear. "It's okay to be nervous but just know that I won't hurt you. I promise." His breath was warm against your skin, and you felt a shiver run down your spine.
He reached over and gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering for a moment before he pulled back slightly. He then stood up to push down his jeans and boxers and then he sat back down, leaving just enough room for you to see his manhood.
"Come on, come here, don't be nervous, sweetheart," Cillian said softly, his voice gentle and reassuring. He patted the bed next to him again, and you scooted closer, your heart pounding in your chest. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, and you could smell his familiar scent, a mix of soap and something else that was uniquely him.
"It's okay, you can look at it," Cillian encouraged, his voice soft and patient. You took a deep breath and let your eyes drift downwards, taking in the sight of him.
He was hard and big, and you felt a pang of nervousness in your stomach.
"Why is your cock hard?" you asked, your curiosity briefly overriding your nervousness. Cillian smiled, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
"It's called being aroused, sweetheart. It means I'm excited . It's a natural response to certain thoughts and feelings, and maybe to having you around, too." he replied, his voice gentle yet firm.
"Now give me your hand " he said and you hesitated for a moment, your heart pounding in your chest. But you saw a different side to Cillian on him being so patient and gentle this made you want to trust him. You reached out your hand, your fingers trembling slightly as you placed it in his. He took your hand and gently moved it towards his manhood, his grip firm yet reassuring.
"It's okay, sweetheart. Just relax," Cillian murmured, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through your very bones. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves, and let your hand rest gently on him, feeling the smooth, velvety skin beneath your fingertips.
"Now, gently stroke it up and down, like this," he said, his voice soft and patient. He guided your hand in a slow, rhythmic motion, his eyes never leaving yours. His length heaved and his body tensed so slightly that it wasn't even noticeable to someone else. He continued to guide your strokes, showing you the pace and pressure.
This was so new and strange to you. But you felt safe under his guidance. The room was quiet save for the faint humming of the streetlights outside your window and the soft rasp of your breaths. You could sense Cillian's breath steadying to match your rhythm, his eyes never leaving yours, his smile more indulgent. You shivered at being looked at like that.
"This is nice isn't it?" he asked, his voice a soft rumble. You nodded wordlessly, your cheeks flushed a pretty rose color and you felt like your heart was going to race out of your chest.
"Keep going, like that," he said, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own pleasure.
You took that as a cue and continued your gentle strokes, your eyes fixed on his face, watching as his features tightened with pleasure. The room air was now thick, and so was the weight of the moment.
"I find it hard to tell you how good this feels," Cillian groaned. His voice was a low, husky whisper.
He reached out to brush a lock of hair from your forehead, tucking it gently behind your ear you didn't know what to say to that, so you kept moving.
"That's good, Y/N. It feels nice. You have really soft hands," Cillian said and you could feel his body tense beneath your touch, and you marveled at the sensation of power that surged through you.
"Almost there, sweetheart," Cillian murmured, his voice ragged with desire. He reached down, his hand covering yours, guiding your strokes with a firmer grip. "Just like that, baby. Keep your eyes on me. I want you to see what you do to me."
You met his gaze, your eyes wide with a mix of innocence and newfound confidence. You saw the raw desire in his eyes, and it made your heart race even faster. Your hand continued to move, guided by his.
"That's a good girl," Cillian breathed, his voice hoarse with pleasure. His eyes were locked onto yours, and you felt a strange mix of emotions—excitement, nervousness, and a sense of empowerment that you had never felt before. You marveled at the power you held over him in that moment, the way his body responded to your touch.
Cillian's grip on your hand tightened slightly, his breathing becoming more ragged. "Just like that, sweetheart. Don't stop," he murmured. His eyes were now closed, his lips slightly parted, and you felt a warmth spread through you at the sight of him losing control.
Some strange clear liquid was already seeping from the tip of his cock, and you watched in fascination as it glistened in the soft light of the bedroom.
Cillian's grip on your hand tightened even more, his body tensing beneath your touch. "Y/N, I'm close," he warned, his voice a low growl as he opened his eyes, locking on to yours and you had no idea what he meant by that.
"That's it. Keep it going," Cillian’s voice a hoarse whisper as he closed his eyes once again, his grip on your hand tightening even more as you felt his shaft throb beneath your fingers.
You felt a strange mixture of excitement and nervousness. The room was quiet and you could hear the steady rhythm of his breaths and your own heartbeat. Cillian’s body tensed and you could see the strain of pleasure in his face. His eyes remained closed to savor the moment. "That feels so good," he groaned, his voice strained.
He took a deep, shuddering breath, his body trembling beneath your touch. "Don't stop, sweetheart.
We're almost there," Cillian panted, his voice laced with urgency and pleasure. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, his skin slick with a thin sheen of sweat. You bit your lip, your eyes wide with a mix of curiosity and nervousness, but you kept your hand moving, guided by his grip.
Cillian's breath hitched, and his body tensed even more. "That's it, Y/N. Just like that," he urged, his voice strained. You could see the muscles in his jaw clench, his lips parting slightly as he let out a low groan. You felt a sense of power and curiosity, wanting to see what would happen next.
However, what happened next surprised you as you felt a sudden warmth and wetness on your hand, and you gasped in shock, your eyes widening as you looked down at Cillian's body.
A thick, white fluid pulsed from him, coating your hand and his length, and you quickly pulled back, a mixture of surprise and curiosity washing over you.
Your eyes darted to Cillian's face, taking in the sight of his flushed cheeks, his chest heaving with ragged breaths, and his eyes fluttering closed as if savoring the moment.
"You did good, sweetheart," Cillian murmured, his voice low and husky. You watched as he reached for the towel he had placed next to him earlier, using it to gently clean himself and your hand.
"What was that?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, your eyes wide with curiosity.
"That, sweetheart, is what happens when you make a man feel really good ," Cillian said, his voice still a bit ragged from his exertion.
He sounded pleased, his eyes still closed, as if savoring the aftershocks of his pleasure.
"It's called cum and you made that happen," he added, a hint of pride in his voice.
Cillian’s eyes finally opened, and he looked at you with a soft, almost tender gaze. He reached out to gently brush a strand of hair away from your face, his fingers lingering for a moment on your cheek.
"So I made you feel good?" you asked, your voice soft and curious. You were still processing everything that had just happened, your mind a whirlwind of new sensations and emotions. You had felt a sense of power, of control, but also a deep sense of vulnerability. You felt a burning heat on the inside of your cheeks and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest. You had never felt so close to anyone, so intimately connected.
Cillian smiled, his eyes warm and gentle. "Yes, you did. It felt amazing and I think that, maybe next time, you could take my cock into your mouth," he said , his voice soft and gentle, like he was coaxing a wild animal. You flushed deeply, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension.
The thought of taking him into your mouth made you feel both curious and nervous. You had never done anything like that before, and the idea was both thrilling and terrifying.
Cillian must have seen the unsure look on your face as he quickly added, "But only if you want to. There's no rush, sweetheart. We'll take things at your pace, okay?"
His voice was reassuring, and you felt a wave of gratitude wash over you. You nodded, feeling a sense of relief and trust in him.
Two days later, you had arranged to visit Cillian again while his wife was away at her book club.
The thought of what you were going to do had you feeling flustered and anxious.
You found yourself thinking about it. You could remember the sight of his cock, hard and throbbing, the way it had felt in your hand, the way he had groaned and tensed as you stroked him. You remembered the warm, sticky fluid that had pulsed from him, coating your hand, the way he had looked at you with a mix of satisfaction and pride.
Taking him into your mouth, however, was a whole other level of intimacy, and you weren't sure if you were ready for it.
But you found yourself standing at his doorstep regardless though, your heart pounding in your chest, your palms slick with sweat.
You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what was to come, and knocked softly on the door.
Cillian answered, his eyes warm and welcoming as he took in your nervous expression. "Come in, sweetheart," he said softly, stepping aside to let you in.
He had just had a shower, with a white cotton towel wrapped around his naked waist, his skin still slightly damp, and you could smell the fresh scent of his body wash.
You wiped your sweaty palms on your jeans, trying to hide your nervousness, yet his indulgent smile told you that he had already noticed.
"Let's go straight upstairs, shall we?" he said, realising that you both had less than an hour before your father got home from and work. He knew you had to be back home by then and he didn't waste any time as he walked ahead, knowing that you were following him.
When you reached his bedroom, you noticed that the room was dimly lit, with only a soft lamp casting long shadows on the walls. The air was thick with anticipation, and the scent of him, clean and masculine, filled your nostrils.
You stood by the doorway, your heart pounding in your chest as you watched him sit down on the bed and release his towel from around his waist, revealing himself to you completely.
" Come on Y/N, come closer," he said, his voice low and husky as you tentatively stepped forward, your eyes fixed on his face, trying to avoid looking down at his already hardening cock.
He was getting aroused by your nervousness it seemed and you swallowed hard trying to get your courage up.
"Uhm, you...uhm," you stammered as you moved closer towards him, while nervously chewing on your bottom lip . Your heart was thundering in your chest like a drum in a marching band. He was leaning back on his elbows, his eyes never leaving yours, and his cock swelling to a proud and intimidating length.
You could feel the heat radiating off his body, the intensity of his gaze making you feel both exposed and safe. You could almost feel the electricity in the air between you. Your mouth suddenly became very dry, and your stomach flip-flopped.
"It's alright sweetheart. Use your words," he murmured as he continued to patiently wait for you to express what you were feeling.
"What do you want me to do?" you asked, your voice a soft, shy whisper. "I mean, how...uhm," you stammered, your gaze flicking to his cock and then quickly back to his eyes. "How do I do this?"
Cillian's smile widened, and he shifted slightly, his cock twitching at your nervousness.
"Come here and I'll show you," he said as he placed a pillow on the floor for you, right between his spread-out legs as he sat on the edge of the bed.
"Kneel down there for me," he then ordered with a gentle tone in his voice, and you swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest as you slowly lowered yourself onto the pillow.
Your knees pressed into the plush fabric, and you could feel the soft carpet beneath it, grounding you slightly. You kept your eyes fixed on his, trying to ignore the throbbing length of his cock that was now mere inches from your face.
Cillian's eyes were dark with desire, his breath coming in slow, steady pulls. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine.
He reached out, his fingers gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering for a moment.
"You're doing great," he said, his voice a soft murmur. "Now, look at my cock. Really look at it."
You hesitated for a moment, your cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink, but you did as he said, your eyes drifting downwards. His cock was hard and thick, the veins pulsing with each beat of his heart.
The tip glistened with a clear, slick liquid, and you watched as it beaded and rolled down the shaft, leaving a shiny trail in its wake.
"Now, before you take my cock in your mouth, I want you to give the tip a little lick, okay? Just to get a taste," Cillian instructed, his voice low and husky.
You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest like a drum at a rock concert. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the intensity of his gaze making you feel both exposed and safe. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves, and leaned in closer.
Your tongue tentatively darted out, brushing against the sensitive tip of his cock. You pulled back slightly, surprised by the salty, slightly bitter taste of his precum. It wasn't unpleasant, just different. You looked up at Cillian, unsure of what to do next.
"That's it, sweetheart. Good girl," Cillian murmured, his voice a low, husky growl that sent a shiver down your spine. "Now, do it again. But this time, take it in your mouth a little bit. Just like a lollipop," Cillian said, your mouth watered at the thought of it. He was being so patient and considerate, and it was encouraging.
You leaned back in, your eyes fixed on his, and slowly opened your mouth. You wrapped your lips around the sensitive tip of his cock. The taste of his precum was stronger, more pronounced, but it wasn't unpleasant. In fact, it was surprisingly arousing. He smelled clean and musky, a mix of his natural scent and the faint hint of soap from his shower.
You hesitated, letting him slide a little deeper into your mouth. You weren't sure how far to go, how much to take.
"A little more," Cillian encouraged, his voice strained with a need to stop speaking and let you explore him. Your tongue tentatively darted out, brushing against the sensitive underside of his cock before you took more of him into your mouth. You could feel him twitch, could hear his sharp inhale, and it sent a thrill of power and excitement coursing through you, you took in more of him, your lips wrapping around the thick shaft, your tongue swirling and exploring, tasting and learning to arouse him.
"Just like that, sweetheart, you're doing so good," Cillian groaned, his hips lifting slightly off the bed, his body tensed with the effort of holding back.
"Now, take it in a little deeper if you can. Let your tongue do the work." Cillian instructed you, his voice a low, husky rumble. You took another deep breath, trying to focus on relaxing your jaw, and slowly took more of him into your mouth. His cock was warm, the flesh velvety soft yet hard as steel beneath it. You could feel the thick veins pulsing against your tongue, and the squirting of precum became more frequent, adding copious amounts of lube to your efforts.
You could taste the saltiness of him, the musky scent of his arousal filling your nostrils. You looked up at him, your eyes watering slightly, and he smiled down at you, his eyes dark with lust and approval.
"You're doing so well," he said. "Just breathe through your nose and relax, you have me in your control right now." The warmth in his eyes made you feel more confident, and you relaxed your throat, taking him even deeper. You could feel him hit the back of your throat, and you gagged slightly, pulling back to catch your breath. "Sorry," you murmured, your voice hoarse.
"Don't be sorry," Cillian said, his voice a low growl. "You're doing perfectly. Just take your time and go at your own pace."
You nodded, taking a deep breath before leaning in again.
This time, you went slower, letting your mouth slowly envelop more of his length. You focused on keeping your throat relaxed, letting him slide deeper with each pass. The sensation of him filling your mouth, the taste of him, the power you held over his pleasure—it was intoxicating. Fuck, you look so good with my cock in your mouth," Cillian groaned, his hips lifting slightly off the bed to meet your movements. His hands found their way into your hair, gently guiding you, showing you the rhythm he liked.
Your mouth stretched wide around him, your tongue swirling and exploring every inch of his shaft.
"Now lets focus on my balls," Cillian said, his voice strained with need. He gently lifted your hand to his balls, showing you how to gently caress them while you continued to suck him. He pulled his cock out of your mouth just a little and used his hand to gently caress your neck as well as your cheek, his eyes tracing the smooth skin of the back of your hand as you continued to caress his balls, your eyes were fixed on his and his hands wrapped around your neck.
"Do you think you can give my balls a little lick as well?" Cillian asked and you looked at him with a mixture of hesitation and curiosity.
It was another level of intimacy that you were not quite ready for, but you had to admit that you were curious.
You leaned forward and tentatively darted out your tongue, giving his balls a soft lick, the taste of him was salty and musky and you could feel his body tense up in response, his breath hitching in his throat. "Oh fuck, you're so good at this," he groaned.
"Now lick in between my balls all the way up to my ass as slowly as you can, sweetheart," he said as he wanted to test your boundaries, to push himself into your comfort zone.
You hesitated for a moment, your heart pounding in your chest. But you wanted to please him, to make him feel good, to experience this with him.
You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves, and leaned in closer, your tongue tentatively darting out to trace the soft, delicate skin of his taint.
The taste of him was musky, slightly salty, and you could feel his body tense beneath your touch. You looked up at him, your eyes wide with a mix of innocence and curiosity, and he smiled down at you, his eyes dark with lust and approval.
"Just like that," Cillian groaned, his voice a low, husky rumble. "You're doing so well , sweetheart. Keep going." His hips lifted slightly off the bed, his body tensed with the effort of holding back as you continued to lick and explore some more.
"Now, I want you to take my cock back into your mouth. But this time, I want you to try and take it all the way in. Can you do that for me?" Cillian asked, his voice a low, husky rumble as he gently stroked your hair and you could feel his fingers gently caress your scalp and you could feel the warmth of his touch.
"I will try ," you whispered, your voice barely audible as you looked up at him with wide eyes, your cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink.
You opened your mouth wide, taking him in as deep as you could, but it wasn't quite enough. So, you tried again and again. You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes, your throat feeling raw and sore. "I can't do it, I can't get it all the way in," you admitted, pulling back slightly, your breath coming in ragged gasps. You looked up at him, a mix of embarrassment and frustration in your eyes.
Cillian smiled down at you, his eyes soft with understanding. "It's okay, sweetheart. You're doing amazing. We'll keep practicing until you can take it all in. But for now, let's try something else," he said, his voice gentle yet firm.
He reached down, his fingers gently tilting your chin up so that you were looking directly into his eyes. " I want you to suck on my balls, just like you did before. But this time, I want you to take one into your mouth while you stroke my cock," Cillian said and you nodded, eager to please him, to make him feel good.
You leaned in closer, your tongue tentatively darting out to lick his balls once more before taking one into your mouth. You sucked gently, your tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh, and you could feel his body tense beneath you, his breath hitching in his throat.
"Fuck, that feels amazing," Cillian groaned, his hips lifting slightly off the bed. You could feel his cock throbbing against your hand.
You took your time, exploring every inch of him with your mouth and tongue, learning what made him gasp and groan. You could feel the power you held over him, the way his body responded to your touch, and it was intoxicating.
You continued to suck and lick, your hand moving in sync with your mouth, stroking him in a rhythm that had him panting and groaning above you. The room was filled with the sounds of his pleasure, the wet suction of your mouth, and the slick sounds of your hand moving over his shaft.
"That's it. Now take it back into your mouth, sweetheart. I am close and I want to shoot my cum down your throat," Cillian growled, his voice strained with desperation. You could feel the urgency in his words, the raw need that pulsed through him. You looked up at him, your eyes wide with a mix of nervousness and excitement. You had never done this before, never taken a man this far, but you wanted to. You wanted to please him.
You leaned in, your lips wrapping around the sensitive tip of his cock once more. You could taste the salty precum that leaked from the slit, and you swirled your tongue around the head, eliciting a low groan from Cillian.
You took him deeper this time, your mouth stretching wide to accommodate his thickness. You could feel the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat, and you fought the urge to gag, focusing on relaxing your muscles and taking him further.
"Fuck, Y/N, that feels so good," Cillian groaned, his hips lifting slightly off the bed, his hands fisting in your hair as he guided you. Take it all in."
You could feel his cock throbbing in your mouth, the veins pulsing against your tongue. You could hear his ragged breaths, feel the tension in his body as he fought to hold back until he could no longer.
"I am going to cum. Try and swallow it all sweetheart," he said as his eyes locked onto yours and you could feel him twitching in your mouth.
You knew that this white hot liquid was going to shoot out of him. You could feel it throbbing in your mouth, and you braced yourself for the inevitable. You could feel the head of his cock swelling in your mouth, the veins pulsing against your tongue. You felt him tense, his grip on your hair tightening as he held you in place, his hips lifting off the bed as he began to cum. His cock pulsed and throbbed, and you could feel the hot, sticky liquid shooting down your throat, coating your tongue, and filling your mouth.
Gagging slightly, you fought the urge to pull back, focusing on swallowing every last drop. You could taste the salty, slightly bitter flavor of him, and it was surprisingly arousing. You could feel his body tensing and his grip on your hair tightening as he continued to cum, his hips jerking with each powerful pulse.
"Keep swallowing," Cillian groaned, his voice strained with pleasure. His eyes were locked onto yours, watching your every reaction, your every swallow.
You could feel his cock twitching in your mouth, small spurts of cum still dribbling out as you continued to suck and swallow, wanting to make sure you got every last drop.
"You are doing so well," Cillian murmured, his voice hoarse with pleasure.
You felt a flush of pride at his words, a warm sensation spreading through your core. You pulled back slightly, your lips popping off with a soft, wet sound as you looked up at him, wanting to see his reaction. His eyes were glazed over with lust, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.
"And you are so beautiful like this," he said, his voice low and husky. "On your knees, swallowing my cum like a good little girl." He reached down, caressing your cheek gently before running his fingers through your hair while you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, feeling the sticky evidence of his pleasure.
"You did so well, sweetheart," he praised, his voice a low rumble. "Now stand up for me," he instructed, his voice soft yet firm. You obeyed, your body moving like it was on autopilot as you stood on shaky legs. He watched you with a pride that made your heart swell.
"I want you to reach down in between your legs now and tell me if your little hole down there is wet," he ordered as he stood up from the bed.
You hesitated for a moment, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over you, but you complied, slowly sliding your hand under your jeans and into your panties. Your breath hitched as your fingers brushed against your clit.
"Y-yes, it's wet," you admitted, your voice barely a whisper, your cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink.
Cillian smiled, his eyes dark with desire. "Good, that means that, next time you come here, we will start opening you up a little, okay?" Cillian said, his voice low and husky. He reached down and adjusted himself, his cock still semi-hard and glistening with a mix of saliva and cum. You blushed, your heart pounding in your chest at the thought of him opening you up. You had no idea what that meant, but the idea both excited and terrified you.
"Okay," you whispered, your voice barely audible. You felt a sense of anticipation mixed with a twinge of fear.
Three days later , you stood at Cillian's doorstep once again, your heart pounding in your chest like a drumbeat. You knocked softly, awaiting his response. The door swung open, revealing Cillian, his eyes dark with desire.
"You can head straight upstairs, sweetheart," he said, his voice a low growl as he stepped aside to let you in and, even though you were nervous, you complied , your heart pounding in your chest as you made your way up the stairs, his hand resting on the small of your back, guiding you forward.
Once you reached his bedroom, you noticed that the room was dimly lit, with only a soft lamp casting long shadows on the walls. There was a large towel spread out on the bed, and a bottle of lube sitting on the nightstand.
"Is this ... for me?" you asked, your voice shaking slightly as you gestured towards the lube.
Cillian nodded, a smirk playing on his lips. "Yes, sweetheart. Today, we're going to open you up a little down there," he said, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down your spine. "That way, when you have a boyfriend, it will be nice and easy for him to get inside you."
You blushed, your cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink as you nod, your heart pounding in your chest at the thought of what he was going to do.
"Will you be using your, uhm, you know what to open me up down there?" you stammered, your cheeks flushing even deeper.
You were a virgin, and the thought of him penetrating you with his cock was both terrifying and exhilarating.
Cillian chuckled softly. "My what sweetheart?" he prompted, his voice low and amused. "Use your words."
You bit your lip, your cheeks flaming red as you whispered, "Your penis," like the word itself was a dirty secret.
Cillian laughed, a deep, throaty sound that sent a shiver down your spine.
"No little one. Tonight, I will only be using my fingers to open you up, but first I will give you a few little kisses down there, just to get you nice and relaxed," Cillian said as he walked towards you and reached out to gently cup your face. His thumb brushed against your bottom lip, his eyes locked onto yours. "And then, maybe after we are done, I can put a little bit of cum on top of your hole, like a little present for you, okay?" he murmured, his voice low and husky.
You shivered at his words, your cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink. You couldn't believe how dirty his words were.
"Okay," you whispered, feeling a flutter of nerves in your stomach as you nodded.
"Good girl, " Cillian murmured, his voice low and approving. "Now I am just going to take your pants and panties off, alright?" he asked before he took your hand and led you to the bed, guiding you to sit on the edge.
He then crouched down in front of you, his eyes locked onto yours, his fingers gently pulling your jeans and panties down your thighs and off your legs.
No one had ever seen you like this before, and you felt a mixture of embarrassment and excitement.
"Now, I need you to scoot back and lie on the towel. My wife just washed the sheets and I know it can get a little messy down there," Cillian said, his voice soft yet commanding. You complied, feeling a wave of nervousness wash over you as you lay back, your heart pounding in your chest.
You pressed your thighs together, trying to hide your most intimate parts from his gaze. Cillian chuckled softly, his eyes dark with lust as he gently pushed your legs apart.
"Don't be shy, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "I need to see what I'm working with." He gently spread your legs wider, his eyes roaming over your most intimate parts. You could feel your cheeks heating up, your heart racing like a wild horse. The air in the room felt charged, electric, as if it was alive with anticipation.
Cillian leaned in closer, his breath hot against your skin, making you squirm slightly. "You have such a beautiful little slit down there," he murmured, his voice a low growl. He reached out, his fingers gently brushing against your outer lips, making you jump slightly. You bit your lip, trying to stifle the gasp that threatened to escape.
"Ssh, it's okay. I am just going to have a little look inside ," Cillian said softly, his fingers gently parting your lips as he leaned in closer. You could feel his warm breath against your skin, making you shiver slightly. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to block out the intensity of the moment.
But Cillian wasn't having any of it. "Look at me, Y/N," he commanded gently. You hesitated for a moment before opening your eyes, your heart pounding in your chest like a drumbeat. Cillian's eyes were dark, intense, and locked onto yours as if he was searching for something.
He parted your lower lips with his fingers, exposing the pink, delicate flesh beneath. "Oh god, your hole is so small" he murmured, his voice a low, appreciative rumble. "So tight and pretty", he murmured as he gently spread your lips apart with his fingers, exposing your barrier to his gaze.
You gasped, your hands fisting at your sides as you tried to process the intense sensation of his touch.
"I am going to put my tongue inside your hole a little now, sweetheart. But don't worry, it won't hurt. I promise," Cillian said, his voice soft yet firm as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your skin. You could feel your body tensing, your heart pounding in your chest like a jackhammer. You wanted to trust him, but the unknown scared you.
Cillian brushed a soft kiss against your inner thigh, his lips warm and gentle. "Relax, sweetheart. Just breathe," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves as you looked down at him. His eyes were dark, intense, and locked onto yours as if he was searching for something.
"Now hold nice and still for me, sweetheart," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. You hesitated for a moment, your body tensing up, but you forced yourself to relax, taking a deep breath as you let your legs fall open wider, giving him better access.
"Good girl," he praised, his voice low and husky. You could feel his breath hot against your skin as he leaned in, his tongue darting out to lick the inside of your hole.
You gasped, your hips jerking up slightly at the unexpected sensation. Cillian’s hands gripped your hips, holding you in place, his tongue pressing deeper, his nose nestled against your clit as he licked and probed.
It was the strangest thing you had ever felt—a sensation that was both intrusive and intimate, both uncomfortable and arousing. Your body tensed, not from pain but from the sheer foreignness of it.
“Relax, sweetheart. I am just having a little lick,” Cillian encouraged, his voice a soft growl against your skin.
You took another deep breath, trying to relax your muscles, and Cillian’s tongue slipped inside further. The sensation was overwhelming—a slick, wet, and warm invasion that made your toes curl and your hips buck slightly. He was exploring you, tasting you, and it was both humiliating and exhilarating.
His tongue was relentless, licking and probing, moving in and out of your hole like a tiny, slippery invader. You felt your body responding despite your initial discomfort, your hips moving in time with his tongue, your breath coming in ragged gasps.
"That's a good girl," Cillian murmured, his voice muffled against your skin. "You're doing great.'
His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you felt yourself relaxing further, your body opening up to him. You couldn't believe how filthy it felt, how much you were enjoying it.
"I am going to push one of my fingers inside your hole now, sweetheart. It might feel a bit strange, but try to relax and take it, okay?" Cillian murmured, his voice low and husky against your skin. You felt his breath hot on your thighs as he spoke.
You nodded, your body tensing slightly in anticipation. You had no idea what to expect.
Cillian reached up, his fingers slick with saliva, and began to press one against your tiny hole. "Breathe for me, sweetheart. Breathe through the discomfort," he instructed.
You nodded, taking a deep breath as Cillian began to push his finger inside you.
You felt a strange, tight sensation, a slight burning as he stretched you open. You let out a small gasp, your hips bucking slightly against his touch.
"Easy, sweetheart. Breathe through it," Cillian murmured, his voice soothing as he slowly pushed his finger deeper inside you. "Good girl."
His finger was buried deep inside you now, and you could feel him moving it slowly in and out, stretching you, preparing you for something more.
You panted, your body tensing and relaxing in time with the movements of his finger. The sensation was intense, a burning, almost painful pleasure that made your heart race and your breath come in ragged gasps.
"Does it hurt?" Cillian asked, his voice concerned.
You bit your lip, considering the question. "It... it burns," you admitted as you tried to wiggle your hips away from the intrusion, the sensation too much to bear.
"Shh, sweetheart, it's okay. It always feels a little uncomfortable at first, but your body will get used to it. Just take some deep breaths and try to relax," Cillian said softly, his voice soothing as he continued to move his finger in and out of your tight hole. You took a deep breath, trying to follow his instructions, but the burn was intense and overwhelming. You could feel your body tensing up, your hips squirming, trying to get away.
"I know it's hard, sweetheart, but you're doing so good," Cillian commanded, his voice firm yet gentle.
He continued to slowly move his finger in and out of your tight hole, stretching you, preparing you. "Try to relax your muscles, sweetheart. Breathe with me."
You took a deep breath, trying to ease the tension in your body. You could feel your muscles slowly relaxing, your body adjusting to the intrusion. Cillian watched you closely, his eyes dark with desire and concentration.
"That's it, just like that," he praised, his voice low and husky. He gently pushed his finger deeper inside you, and you gasped, your hips bucking slightly.
"Such a good girl," Cillian praised, his voice thick with arousal. "You’re taking it so well."
You let out a shaky breath, trying to relax as he continued to push his finger in and out of you, The burn was still intense, but you could feel your muscles slowly adjusting, the initial shock beginning to ebb. You closed your eyes, focusing on your breathing as Cillian slowly moved his finger in and out of you, his touch slick and smooth.
"I am going to add another finger now, sweetheart. Just breathe and relax," Cillian instructed, his voice steady and soothing. You braced yourself, taking a deep breath as he pushed a second finger inside you, the burn intensifying as he stretched you wider.
"You are so tight," Cillian groaned, his eyes dark with arousal as he watched you squirm and writhe beneath him. "And your little hole is gripping my fingers nice and hard."
You whimpered, your body tensing up at the intrusion, but Cillian was patient, his fingers moving slow and steady as he stretched you open.
"That's it, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Take it like a good girl. You're doing so fucking well."
You closed your eyes, focusing on the sensation, trying to relax into it. The burning began to subside as your body adjusted, and you could feel the wetness between your legs increasing, your pussy throbbing with a strange, new arousal.
"I feel really funny ," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper as you panted, trying to adjust to the sensation of having two of Cillian's fingers buried deep inside you.
"Funny how?" Cillian asked, his fingers still moving slowly in and out of your tight hole, stretching you wider with each pass.
"Like...like I...I think I might like it," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper as you looked up at him, your cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink.
Cillian's eyes darkened with lust, and a wicked smile played on his lips. "You do like it, don't you?" he said, his voice low and husky. "You like feeling my fingers inside you, don't you, sweetheart?"
You hesitated for a moment, biting your lip as you considered his words.
"I...I think so," you admitted, your voice barely a whisper. You felt a flush of shame wash over you, but there was no denying the truth. Your body was responding in ways you had never felt before, the sensation of his fingers inside you sending shivers of pleasure coursing through you.
"But my tummy feels weird ,” you admitted, your voice barely a whisper as you looked up at him, confusion and arousal warring on your face.
Cillian chuckled softly, his fingers still moving slowly in and out of your tight hole. "That's because you're getting close, sweetheart," he said, his voice low and husky. "Your body is getting ready for your first orgasm."
"It's... oh God, it's so strange," you gasped, your body writhing as Cillian continued to finger-fuck you. Your tummy felt like it was coiling tightly, your hips moving in time with his fingers as he slowly stretched you open.
"Just let go for me princess , let your body do what it wants to do," Cillian encouraged, his voice low and husky.
Your breath was coming in short gasps now, your body feeling like it was on fire, this intense pleasure making you feel alive and desperate all at once. Your eyes were squeezed shut as your body began to tense, as if the sensation was too much to handle.
"C-Cillian, I-I think I'm...I'm going t-to...oh god," you stammered, your breath hitching as you felt something building inside you, something intense and overwhelming until it hit you like a freight train. Your back arched off the bed, your hips bucking wildly as an orgasm tore through you, shaking your entire body.
"Oh baby, look at you," Cillian groaned, his fingers curling inside you, hitting that spot that sent you spiraling. "You are so gorgeous when you cum."
You let out a scream, your hands grasping at the towel beneath you, your nails digging into the soft fabric as your orgasm consumed you. It was unlike anything you had ever felt before—a raw, primal pleasure that left you breathless and trembling.
Your body convulsed, your muscles clenching around Cillian's fingers as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over you. You let out a long, shuddering breath, your body slowly relaxing as the intensity of your orgasm began to ebb.
"That was beautiful," Cillian murmured, his voice a low growl as he slowly withdrew his fingers from your body. You opened your eyes, your vision swimming as you looked up at him. He was smiling down at you, his eyes dark with desire and satisfaction.
"Now open your mouth, sweetheart," he said, his voice low and commanding. You obeyed, your lips parting slightly as your body still trembled from the aftershocks of your orgasm.
Cillian put his fingers , glistening with your juices, into your mouth. "Good girl. Now lick my fingers clean, sweetheart. Taste how delicious you are," he commanded. You hesitated for a moment, looking up at him with wide eyes, before wrapping your lips around his fingers and sucking them clean.
The taste of yourself was strange—salty and musky, yet oddly arousing. You could feel Cillian watching you intently, his eyes dark with desire and approval. "You're doing so well."
He withdrew his fingers from your mouth and stood, his cock hard and throbbing between his legs.
He unbuttoned his jeans, shoving them down along with his boxers, his cock springing free. "Now, I want you to hold your little hole open for me, sweetheart," Cillian instructed as he stepped out of his clothes.
You hesitated for a moment, your body still recovering from the intensity of your orgasm, but you complied, your fingers tentatively touching the sensitive flesh between your legs. You gasped as you slowly spread your lower lips apart, exposing your hole to his gaze.
Cillian watched you with appreciation, his cock throbbing with desire.
"I am just going to put the tip of my cock at your little hole now, sweetheart," he said, his voice a low growl as he stepped closer. You held yourself open, your heart pounding in your chest at the thought of what he was going to do.
"Just relax," Cillian murmured, his voice soothing. "You're doing so good." He rubbed the head of his cock against your tiny hole, the sensation sending a jolt of panic through you.
"Dont worry, I won't put it in until next time ," Cillian reassured, his voice thick with desire. "Tonight, I am just going to put some of that special cream on your little hole and let you get used to the feeling of it. Okay?"
You nodded, your body still trembling slightly from your earlier orgasm. You could feel the cool air against your exposed flesh, the slickness of your own juices coating your lower lips.
Cillian reached for the lube on the nightstand, his cock throbbing with desire as he squirted a generous amount onto his fingers. He then started to mastrubate himself slowly, the slick sound of his hand moving up and down his shaft making you squirm with anticipation.
"Spread those legs wider for me, sweetheart," Cillian commanded, his voice thick with lust. You hesitated for a moment, your body still feeling sensitive and raw from your earlier orgasm, but you complied, spreading your legs as wide as you could, your fingers digging into the towel beneath you.
Cillian groaned, his eyes roaming over your most intimate parts, his cock twitching with anticipation. "Fuck, you look so goddamn gorgeous like that," he said, his voice a low growl.
"Your little virgin hole all spread open and glistening for me. I could enjoy this view all fucking day," he said, stroking himself faster, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
You clenched your muscles, your stomach fluttering with a mix of fear and excitement as he knelt between your legs, his cock within reaching distance of your hole.
"There it comes ," he growled, his voice thick with desire. He pressed his tip against your hole without penetrating you as he came, his hot, sticky cum spurting out and coating your tiny hole, dripping down the crack of your ass.
He continued to stroke his cock, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he watched his cum drip onto your most intimate place.
You felt a flush of shame and excitement at the same time, your body still trembling from your earlier orgasm. You looked down, watching as his cum dripped onto your skin, pooling there, on your red and sore opening.
You could feel the warmth of it, the slippery, sticky texture as it coated your most intimate area.
"You look so pretty like this," Cillian groaned, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He rubbed the tip of his cock against you, spreading some of his cum around. You gasped, the sensation sending shivers down your spine.
"Now, take your fingers and spread it around your little hole, sweetheart," Cillian instructed, his voice low and husky. You hesitantly reached down, your fingers tentatively touching the sensitive flesh between your legs.
You winced slightly at the contact, your body still feeling raw and tender from your earlier experience. But as you spread Cillian's cum around your sore little hole, you could feel a strange, prickling sensation that was both uncomfortable and arousing.
" What are you feeling, sweetheart?" Cillian asked, his voice low and husky as he watched you explore yourself.
You hesitated for a moment, trying to put your feelings into words. "It...it feels strange. It burns a little, but it also feels...good," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.
Cillian chuckled softly, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "That's because it is good, sweetheart. Your body is learning to like it, to crave it and, on Saturday, I will put my penis in there and it will feel even better," Cillian said, his voice thick with desire as he watched you explore yourself, his cock still semi-hard and glistening with a mix of lube and cum.
You looked up at him, your eyes wide with a mixture of shock and arousal. "You will... you will put your... your penis in me? Like, for real?" you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper.
Cillian nodded, his eyes dark with lust and approval.
"Yes, sweetheart," he growled, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine before he retreated to the bathroom , emerging momentarily with a warm, damp cloth. He gently cleaned your swollen, sensitive flesh, his touch gentle yet firm, his fingers lingering on your most intimate parts.
"Such a gorgeous, little pussy," Cillian murmured, his voice thick with desire as he wiped away the last remnants of his cum. "But my wife will be home in twenty minutes, so you
need to get dressed and go home."
You nodded, your body still trembling slightly as you quickly gathered your clothes and dressed. You felt a sense of shame and excitement wash over you as you thought about what had just happened.
"I'll see you on Saturday, sweetheart," Cillian said, his voice firm and authoritative as he buckled his belt. "And remember, don't touch yourself until then."
On Saturday, when you arrived at Cillian's house, you were a bundle of nerves as you knew what he had planned for you.
When he opened the door, he was dressed casually in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He looked at you with those dark, intense eyes and said, "Come on in, sweetheart. Let's get started."
You followed him up the stairs, your heart pounding in your chest like a drumbeat. As you entered his bedroom, you noticed that the bed was already made up with clean sheets and a large towel spread out in the middle.
"Are you nervous, sweetheart?" Cillian asked, turning to face you.
You hesitated for a moment before nodding. "A little," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.
Cillian smiled, his eyes softening.
"Don't be nervous. I promise I'll be gentle," he said, his voice gentle yet firm. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek. "You trust me, don't you?"
You nodded, your eyes locked onto his. "Yes," you whispered, your voice filled with a mix of innocence and desire.
Cillian smiled, his thumb brushing against your cheek.
"Good girl. Now I need you to take off your undies and lie down for me with your dress tucked up," Cillian said, his voice low and commanding. You hesitate for a moment before doing as he says, feeling your heart rate increase with each passing second.
Cillian watched you, his eyes dark with lust as you lay down on the bed, your legs slightly parted.
"Good girl. Now tell me, has your little hole been sore since our last session?" Cillian asked, his voice low and husky as he pushed your dress up, exposing your pussy to his gaze.
You blushed deeply, your cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink as you nodded. "Yes, a little," you admitted, your voice barely a whisper.
"Hmm, that's normal and, unfortunately, it will be even more sore after I put my cock in today, but that's okay, sweetheart. After that, it will be easy for you, no matter who you are with, " Cillian said, his voice low and soothing.
"Now, are you are going to be a good girl and take it, just like you took my fingers, right?" he prompted, his eyes locked onto yours.
You nodded, your breath coming in short gasps as you felt a twinge of both fear and excitement.
"Wonderful, now I will start off with my fingers again to loosen you up," he said as he walked over to the nightstand, grabbing a small tube of lube. He then sat down on the edge of the bed beside you, his fingers slicking up the lube before slowly pushing one finger inside your tight hole.
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