Fck of the Irish(14)

“Get a room, you wanker!” Noel called from the field. The rest of the team burst into laughter as Eamon straightened up and set me back on my feet.

The coach was standing on the sideline, hands on his hips. “Get the fuck out of here. No wonder you’ve been a dick for the past two practices.”

Eamon smiled and took my hand, leading me back to the parking lot.

“Don’t you have to, I don’t know, finish—”

He whirled on me and kissed me again, taking me by surprise in the best way. After a few moments he broke the kiss and started toward the parking lot again.

“Anytime you say anything that will separate you from me, that’s going to happen.”

I smiled at his back as he pulled me along. “Really?”

“Try me, love.”

“I think maybe you should stay and prac—”

He was on me in a split second. His lips were firm on mine, but he was smiling as he licked and bit at my lower lip.

“Now, come on. I want to welcome you back with a proper fucking.”

My pussy tingled at his words and I dutifully followed him to his car. He sped back to his dorm, no lights to hold us up. He kept his hand on my thigh the whole way, playing his fingers back and forth, higher and higher each time.

I broke the silence, trying to cut the tension between us. “I feel like I should explain.”

He whipped us around a corner. “No. I don’t need an explanation. I need you to know if you ever go that long without contact again, I will find you wherever you are, and fuck you until you come so many times you pass out. Clear?”

“I-I… That’s…”

“Love, I need you to understand that you’re mine. I love you. I did from the moment I saw you. Tell me you’re clear on that.” He glanced over to me, his face drawn and serious.

“I love you, too.” The words rolled off my tongue easily, as if they were always meant to be there. I sat in shocked silence at myself.

He smiled, his eyes lighting up. “Much better. I think we’re clear.”

He screeched into a parking spot and pulled me into the dorm. We’d made it up the first flight of stairs before he pushed me against the wall and kissed me. He was rough, pulling my hair and biting down my neck. My panties were soaked and I wanted him inside me more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life.

He reached under my skirt, pushing it up and rubbing his fingers against me.

“So wet, love.” Stroking back and forth over my clit, he drove me crazy as he licked and sucked my neck, his other hand in my hair keeping me still.

Pushing my panties aside, he sank a finger in me and I moaned, the sound carrying up the stairs above us.

“Fucking hell.” He withdrew his fingers and released my hair, caging my neck instead. “Don’t move. I’m going to fuck you right here against this wall.”

He pulled his shorts down, revealing his hard length. He fisted himself and stroked my exposed clit with his tip.

“Oh my god,” I tried to watch, but his hand at my throat tightened, his grip keeping my eyes on his.

Pleasure streaked through me, heightened by the knowledge that someone could catch us anytime, even in this side stairwell.

He pushed his head down to my entrance and gripped my thigh, spreading me open. “Ready, love?” He didn’t wait for an answer and pushed inside me.

I squealed at the pressure and the delicious sensation of being filled. He drew back and sank all the way, pushing my ass against the wall as I arched my back.

“Pull your top down. Show me those luscious tits.” His voice was gravelly as he started a punishing rhythm, the sounds of our skin slapping echoing all around us.

I opened my cardigan and pulled down my tank top and bra.

He gazed down and licked his lips. Then he reached down to my ass with both hands and lifted me.

“Fuck, Eamon.” He was so deep this way, my pussy open to him.

“Tight—little—cunt.” He punctuated his words with thrusts as he sucked one of my taut nipples into his mouth. I moaned and clawed at his scalp.

His teeth played along the hard bud and he bit hard enough for me to cry out. My voice seemed to spur him on, because he pounded me harder and moved to my other nipple, biting down.

I moved one hand down between us and started rubbing my clit.

“Fuck me.” He leaned away and watched me touch myself. Putting his hands beneath my knees, he spread me even farther open, using his arms to keep me against the wall.

“I’m going to come.”

“Yes you are. Keep touching yourself like that. Hot as fuck.” He stared as I pressed harder against my clit, then ran my fingers down to feel his cock sliding in and out of my slick pussy. I returned to my clit and stroked just right. My fingers combined with his thrusts had me falling over the edge.