OUR LITTLE SECRET

Part 66

As soon as you stepped into Cillian's trailer you pushed him against the wall, cupping his face with one hand, and gently stroking his cheek with the pad of your thumb. The raw intensity in your gaze caused his heart to stutter in his chest before you leaned in, your mouth meeting his in a fiery kiss.

Your tongue traced the seam of his lips, demanding entry, and Cillian parted his lips with a moan, allowing you to deepen the kiss.

Your hands immediately went to his belt , quickly undoing it before moving onto the zipper of his pants.

"Y/N, what are you doing?" Cillian asked through ragged breaths as he stared down at you with a mixture of confusion and lust. "We are on set," he murmured as you pulled down the zipper.

"I don't care," you replied, your voice husky and low. "I want you. Now." You punctuated your words with a kiss, biting down gently on his lower lip.

"But we can't. Not here," Cillian murmured, his hands on your hips restraining you as much as they could. You could see the desire in his eyes, and you knew he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. But still, the idea of having sex in his trailer, in the middle of a busy set, was crazy.

"I will be quiet, I promise," you whispered back, your voice taking on a seductive tone as you looked at him from beneath your lashes.

Cillian groaned at the look you were giving him, and he couldn't resist your seduction.

"Alright, fuck it," he breathed, his hands reaching for the hem of your top as he grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you into another kiss.

Your tongue warred with his in a sensuous dance, each of you fighting for control as the passion grew between you. It had been too long since you had been with another person, let alone someone as desirable as Cillian, and you could feel the heat building inside of you with every stroke of his tongue.

"Do you remember when you asked me to marry you and I told you that I wasn't ready yet?" you asked, your voice low and sultry as you pulled away from the kiss for a moment.

Cillian nodded as he looked into your eyes, his gaze filled with longing. "Yes, of course," he replied, his hand moving up to tangle in your hair, recalling that evening where he ruined everything between you both.

"I think I'm ready now," you whispered as you leaned in to kiss him again. "But I want you to propose to me. Properly. Like I deserve!" you exclaimed, gently nibbling on his earlobe. "I want to hear the words. I want you on your knees and beg me to become your wife," you whispered seductively, and Cillian shuddered as he felt your hands slide down his chest, your fingers deftly undoing the buttons on his shirt.

"You mean right now?" Cillian asked, a little surprised but also intrigued by your demand.

"No, right now I want you to fuck me!" you hissed in his ear, grinding your hips against his. "I want to feel you inside me," you pleaded, desperation seeping through your words.

Cillian groaned at the sensation of your body against his, and without another word, he reached down and pulled your jeans down, exposing you.

"Turn around!" he then ordered and, of course, you obeyed.

Facing the wall of the trailer , you braced yourself against it as you felt his hand reach around to your front, the tips of his fingers teasingly circling your clit before plunging two of them inside of you.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me, Y/N," Cillian growled in your ear, his voice low and husky as he began to pump his fingers in and out of you.

You whimpered with pleasure, your hips bucking back against him as you pushed yourself onto his fingers, needing more of the delicious friction that was building inside of you.

He then freed himself completely, his cock already leaking pre-cum as he approached you. You stood there, braced against the wall, waiting for him to claim you, and as soon as he took he did, a wave of pure pleasure washed over you.

Cillian thrust into you without hesitation, the sound of your bodies colliding filling the trailer. You cried out as he hit a spot inside of you that you didn't even know existed, the walls of your pussy clenching around him in response.

"Fuck, I love you so fucking much ," Cillian groaned, his fingers digging into your hips as he held onto you, pulling you back onto his cock as he thrust forward.

"Harder," you moaned, your voice barely above a whisper. "Fuck me harder."

Cillian didn't need to be told twice. He wrapped one arm around your waist and grabbed onto your breast with the other, kneading it almost roughly as he began to piston his hips, driving into you with an intensity that had your eyes rolling back in pleasure.

"You like that?" Cillian growled, his lips brushing against your ear.

"Oh god yes, I do," you moaned, your voice barely above a whisper. "Give it to me harder, Cillian," you demanded, pushing yourself back onto his cock, eliciting a filthy curse from his lips.

Your bodies slapped together in a perfect rhythm as he pounded into you with wild abandon, your release building with every hard thrust. Your mind was a haze of pleasure as you felt his other hand reach up to your breast, teasing your nipple through your bra.

You wanted more, you needed more and you knew Cillian wasn't going to hold back.

"I am so close," you told him, arching your back as he thrust into you harder and faster until, finally, you came hard and fast.

"Fuck," you screamed, the sound muffled by his hand as he pressed it over your mouth, trying to keep your pleasure from spilling into the open.

You could feel the heat roaring through your body as you reached the pinnacle of your orgasm, your muscles clenching around him, your nails digging into the wall as you rode the wave of ecstasy with your eyes closed.

Cillian's hips slowed, his heavy breathing mixing with the muffled cries that Cillian never realised you were capable of. His body shook as he climaxed within you, his roar of satisfaction joining yours as you both collapsed together against the wall.

Cillian's arms wrapped around you, holding you close during this intimate moment as he began to soften inside you.

"Fuck, Y/N," Cillian panted, his forehead resting against your shoulder. "That was—that was fucking incredible."

You smiled at his words, pressing a soft kiss against his temple. "Yeah, it really was," you agreed, your fingertips tracing absentmindedly over his arm.

"But I think we should clean up before anyone comes in here," you suggested, trying to regain your composure and pretend like nothing extraordinary just happened and knowing that, after all, Cillian had to get back to work.

Cillian nodded in agreement, and he helped you pick up your clothes off the floor and fix yourself up before stepping out of the trailer first and when you ran into Annabelle almost seconds later, you couldn't help but grin.

"Oh, hey," you said cheerfully, knowing that she had most likely heard the two of you going at it in his trailer. "Nice to see you again. You have a good day, alright?" you then said, your tone dripping with sarcasm as you raised your eyebrow at her, letting her know that you had no shame or regret for what you just did.

Before she could say anything back, Cillian approached you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as if nothing had happened.

"Did you enjoy the set tour?" he asked with a smile on his face, recognising the tension between you two.

"I did, thank you for showing me around," you replied politely, smiling up at Cillian, letting him know how grateful you were for him taking the time out to show you every nook and cranny of his workplace.

Annabelle scoffed and walked away, still unable to comprehend how you managed to charm your way into the life of someone she wanted but couldn't have.

You wrapped your fingers around Cillian's arm and gave him a confident smile, silently indicating to him that everything was okay and that you weren't going to let Annabelle get to you.

Cillian nodded, squeezing your hand in response before you made your way to collect Mara while Cillian returned to work.