Fck of the Irish(10)

“Fuck,” he yelled as he shot hot jets of come all over my tits, some of it splashing up to my chin. Every muscle on his body rippled with tension as he released, a deep growling rumble in his chest as he finished.

He moved off me, sitting on his knees at my side, and guided his cock to my mouth. “Get a taste, love. Clean it off.”

I was eager to oblige, running my tongue along his head, the salty taste perfect on my tongue. I took him into my mouth as far as I could and licked up every bit of his spend left on his shaft. My mouth was still full of his cock when I swallowed.

“Oh, bless me.” He stared down and moved his hips so that he was gently fucking my mouth. “I’m not ready for another round, but your mouth. Jesus Christ and all the saints.”

I sucked harder, hollowing out my cheeks and smoothing my tongue up and down his shaft. His cock was still semi-hard and growing harder by the second. I wanted to make him come again. The thought of swallowing his seed had me bobbing my head back and forth as his hips sped up.

He leaned over me, putting his cock more squarely in my face with his body on one side of me and his hands propping him up on the other. I gripped his ass and dug my nails in, moaning as he pulsed further into me, his head grazing the back of my throat.

“Spread your legs and touch yourself.”

I let one leg hang off the bed and lifted my hips to my fingers. I rubbed my wet clit, moaning on his cock at the overload of sensation.

“Fuck, Laurel. Fuck.” His accent was more pronounced now, sounding more like “feck.” I sank a finger inside myself and he thrust harder, his head hitting the back of my throat and making my eyes water. I wanted it all and wished I could swallow his entire length.

I drew my fingers out and pressed on my nub, rocking my hips up in the same rhythm he set as he fucked my mouth. My clit throbbed. Blood rushed to my nipples making them stand at attention again. I sucked and licked him, enjoying how he hardened in my mouth.

“I’m going to come again. Shite. Are you close?”

I nodded on his dick and he groaned. Strumming my clit faster, my hips jerked against my fingers. He increased his speed until I had to remain still and just let him use my mouth. His balls slapped into my cheek as he tensed even more.

I was there, and with a few more strokes, I came again, the waves surging through my pussy as I moaned around his cock.

“Swallow it, all of it.” He grunted and hot seed filled my mouth. I gulped it down, taking every last drop from him as my orgasm finally died down.

I stilled my hand, my clit aching, and he pulled his cock from my bruised lips.

He kissed my forehead. “You are a real corker, Laurel. Fucking hell. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done.”

I smiled up at him and he dropped a gentle kiss on my lips. He stepped over me and walked to the bathroom, gathering some tissue and cleaning me up before he lay down next to me.

Running his thumb over my lips, he asked, “Was that okay, love?”

“It was better than okay.” It was the best sex I’d ever had.

He dropped onto his back and pulled me to his chest before whipping the blanket over us. I felt the particular ache between my legs. I’d been well loved and would likely be walking funny for a day or two. I wouldn’t trade one second of it.

His strong arms wrapped around me. I was beat, but I couldn’t stay the night. Thoughts of Claudia crept back in and worry gnawed at my stomach. Would Noel be enough for her or would she still rant and rage that I’d slept with Eamon?

“Don’t worry. She’s handled.” Eamon, somehow sensing my thoughts, ran his hand through my hair.

“She’s slept with other guys since you, you know? So I don’t know if Noel can do the trick.”

He shrugged and kissed the crown of my head. “I’m not worried.”

“Because you don’t have to live with her.” I tried to pull away, though the thought of leaving him made me hurt in a way I didn’t understand.

He flexed his arm. “You aren’t going anywhere. Let’s just sleep. I want to taste you again in the morning. Noel won’t be back.”

I flushed at his words and the promise of pleasure inherent in them. But I tried to scoot away again. “I should get home in case—”

He chuckled. “You like to watch, love? You want to see Noel pound Claudia and listen to her squeals?”

“Ew, no. I don’t want her to wonder where I am.”

“She’s far too happy right now to wonder about a damn thing. Now be quiet and let me hold you for a while.”

Had I just been shushed? I opened my mouth to complain but he pulled me up to him in one easy movement and kissed me. His touch was gentle this time, but no less hot. He cupped the back of my neck and deepened the kiss before letting me go and scooting me down his chest.