F*ck of the Irish (The Hard and Dirty Holidays #4) (4 page)

Chapter Five

Laurel

His cock was so thick and hard that a hint of pain mixed with the surge of pleasure as he entered me. He stilled once he was all the way, his tip hitting the back of me. My pussy convulsed around him, unused to the sudden intrusion, but sending skittering sparks of pleasure to my clit.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” He slid out and then back in again.

This time it was only pleasure. I ran my hands down his back as he drew out and shoved inside me again, roughly and with a groan. I loved it.

He let go of my hair and grabbed my wrists, pinning them to the bed on either side of my head. He leveraged up from me, bearing down on my hands as he started a hard rhythm, his thrusts jarring the bed, our skin slapping together.

“Look at me, love.”

I stared into his blue eyes as he fucked me, my legs spread wide and my heels digging into his ass as his pistoned again and again into me. I’d be bruised and sore, but I wanted it all. His aggression was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. His broad chest flexed, the muscles drawn tight. His abs strained each time, the ridges becoming even more defined as he pounded me. My pussy was already tense again, his strokes going straight to my clit. I’d never been fucked hard before, not like this. I moaned at the sheer pleasure, the impacts against my pussy making every nerve ending on my body erupt.

I glanced down and watched his cock disappear into me and cursed. I wanted to touch him, to touch myself and feel him with my fingertips as he slid inside.

“Eyes on me, Laurel.”

I stared at him, giving him what he wanted as he gave me everything I needed. I bit my lip and he growled before transferring my wrists into one of his hands. Then he reached down between us and placed his fingers along my mound, his thumb rubbing against my clit. I moaned and arched, pressing my tits into him for even more delicious friction.

“Like that?” he asked.

“Yes.”

He increased the pressure of his thumb and pulled out and in with longer strokes. His head grazed my g-spot with each movement and my body began to tense again, the tide rising and the wave beginning to crest.

The side of his lips lifted in the slightest smile. “Your hot cunt is clamping down on me love, trying to get me to come. I won’t. But when I’m ready, I’m going to paint your perfect tits white and then you’re going to suck my cock clean.”

His dirty words, delivered in the sexy Irish accent, sent me hurtling over the cliff.

“That’s it.” He grunted and slammed into me as I constricted around him, my orgasm swallowing me whole. I wanted to stay quiet, but he wouldn’t let me, his thumb teasing my release out for longer as he hammered into me. I moaned my pleasure, long and low.

Awash in a sea of bliss, wave after wave of sensation rocketed through me as he watched, his dark blue gaze taking in every expression on my face. I whimpered when my body relaxed again.

“That was the hottest shite I’ve ever witnessed, love,” he said through gritted teeth.

I leaned up and kissed him, sated yet needing another taste. He answered, slowing his strokes and kissing me languidly. He released my wrists and broke our kiss, sitting back and lifting my hips to him.

He stared down at my tits as they bounced with each of his impacts. Gripping my hips, he pulled me into him over and over, his strokes becoming rougher. When he broke eye contact and looked at where our bodies joined, he let out a string of curses.

“I’m going to come, love. Squeeze your tits together.”

I did as he said, putting my palms on the outsides of each of my breasts and pressing them together.

He groaned. “That’s it.”

He pulled out in one fast movement and straddled me as he furiously stroked his thick cock. I’d never seen an uncut one, and I was mesmerized by how the skin moved under his hand. I wondered what it would feel like in my mouth.

“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.

“Go to sleep. It’ll all be sorted tomorrow.” He reached up and flicked off the lamp behind his bed.

Against my better judgment, I snuggled into his chest, relishing the feel of him. I’d wanted him for so long, this was like some sort of dream. I hoped it didn’t end in disaster.

CHAPTER SIX

Laurel

I woke to an intense screeching sound and then pain radiating through my scalp.

“What—” Eamon’s voice rumbled but was cut short by the same shrill shriek.

My eyes adjusted and I realized Claudia had me by the hair and had dragged me from Eamon’s bed. She was screaming bloody murder and drew back her hand to slap me. Eamon was on her in a second, gripping her wrist and wrenching her away from me. Noel dashed in the door, a bemused look in his face as he took in Eamon, a struggling Claudia, and a naked me. I ripped the blanket from the bed and covered myself before he could gawk for too long.

“Claudia, calm down you bloody harpy!” Eamon barked.

“You fucking bitch. You knew he was mine!” Claudia snarled at me, her small hands flexing into fists.

I wasn’t concerned. I was more worried Eamon might hurt her because he had hell in his eyes and a strong grip on her.

“Oh, come on, you tart. You were on my dick and telling me I was your god not two hours ago.” Noel laughed and sat down on his bed. “You can’t honestly be in here trying to claim this stiff prick is your man after all that.”

Claudia struggled but got nowhere, her red hair mussed and her mascara running. “Just because I fuck other people doesn’t mean I don’t love him. He’s been fucking other girls, too.”

“In fact, I haven’t.”

Claudia stilled.

“Are you going to cool it?” Eamon asked. “I’ll let you go. But if you make so much as a move in Laurel’s direction, I’ll throw you out. Understand?”

“Yes. Let me go.” She was smiling, which made her seem even more crazed than when she was fighting and screaming.

The second Eamon released her, she turned to him and threw her arms around his neck. “I knew you loved me.”

He didn’t embrace her, just held his hands out next to him. His brow was furrowed and he shook his head. “No, I don’t.”

She tried to kiss him, but he backed away, giving all of us a full frontal view. He snatched his t-shirt from the floor and covered his cock, though the rest of his beautifully muscled body was on display.

“You do love me.” Claudia tossed her hair over her shoulder and stepped toward him. “That’s why you haven’t slept with anyone else.”

“No I stopped fucking other girls when I met Laurel.” He looked over Claudia’s head and caught my eye.

My heart expanded in my chest until I thought it would burst.
He’d stopped sleeping around for me?
I backed up and sank down onto his bed, pulling the blanket tight around me. This whole time I’d been crushing on him, he’d been doing the same to me?

“It’s true.” Noel leaned over and propped himself on his elbow before flashing me a too-bright smile. “No bitches since he saw you that one morning. I’ve only had to hear about it fifty times.”

Eamon’s cheeks reddened. I didn’t think I’d ever seen him blush. “Shut your gob, Noel.”

Claudia balled her fists but didn’t move toward me. Instead of anger, hurt was in her eyes. Hurt I’d caused. My heart sank. Despite her current antics, she had always been a good friend to me.

“We are over.” She shook her head. “Find yourself a new roommate, backstabber.”

“Claudia, please—”

“I don’t want to hear it!” Her scream was just as shrill as before and I had the impulse to cover my ears.

She turned on her heel and stalked from the room. Guilt wrenched my stomach in knots. I’d known how she felt about Eamon, but I’d slept with him anyway. I
was
a backstabber, just like she’d said.

Eamon walked over and knelt down in front of me.

“I’m gonna go down to the lounge.” Noel popped up and left, closing the door behind him. I heard voices in the hall, no doubt other residents wondering what all the noise was about.

“Listen, love. You did nothing wrong.”

I couldn’t meet his gaze. “I think I did.”

“I’ve never loved her. And it’s obvious she doesn’t love me, given her ways. It’s only a passing fancy. Nothing more.” He smoothed his palm along my cheek and dropped a kiss on my lips.

I pulled away. “I need to dress and leave. See if I can fix things with her.”

“You don’t have to—”

I stood and grabbed up my clothes before hurrying into the bathroom, blanket and all, and dressed. I came back out, not looking at Eamon, and glanced around for my bag.
Shit
. My things were in my car at the bar.

He’d thrown on some shorts and a jersey. “I can drive you to your car.”

“No. I’ll get someone downstairs to take me.”

“Come on, Laurel. Let me at least drive you.” He held out his hand to me.

I couldn’t. Not after what had just happened. I shook my head, trying to ignore the burning tears that welled into my vision.

“Please?” He hadn’t dropped his hand and his voice had a slight quaver, as if my refusal might crush him. He was so strong, so intense, that I couldn’t believe his request was delivered with such vulnerability.

Instinctively, I reached out and took his hand. He smiled, the corners of his lips turning up just slightly, and led me out the door and down to his car. We rode to the pub in silence. I wrestled with how I could try and make it up to Claudia. Eamon sat quietly next to me, holding my hand but not intruding on my thoughts.

The pub’s parking lot only had a few cars left from the night before. He pulled up next to my car and I opened my door to get out.

“Will I see you tonight?” He gripped my hand harder and pulled me to him. His lips met mine and took my breath away, just as surely as they did in this same parking lot the night before. I melted under his touch, his palm sweeping down my cheek and resting lightly at my throat. So much so, that I could get lost in this one moment. He tilted my head to the side and played his tongue along mine, teasing and stroking.

I pulled back before I was lost to him again. “I have to go. Claudia. I need to smooth things over.”

“Tonight?” He asked again and stared at my lips like he wanted to take them again.

“I’ll text you, okay?”

His face fell but he let go of my hand. “All right.”

A twinge of pain shot through my chest at the thought that I’d hurt him. But I couldn’t make any promises, not if I wanted to repair things with Claudia.

I dropped one more peck on his cheek and got out. He waited until I was in my car and out on the road before he pulled out and headed back toward his dorm.

I pep-talked myself the entire way back to my dorm, pretending I was explaining the situation to Claudia and talking sense into her. I knew it wouldn’t be that easy. With Claudia, it never was.

Her car was outside when I pulled up. After a few deep calming breaths, I climbed the steps to our room and crept down the hall. Listening at the door, I didn’t hear anything, but I knew she had to be inside.

I eased the key into the lock and swung the door inward. She was lying on her bed, her back to me. She made no move to let me know she’d heard me, but I knew she did.

“Claudia, I’m sorry.”

A sniffle.

I dropped my backpack and purse and went to her, sitting next to her on the bed. It was time to come clean. “I’ve had a thing for him ever since I saw him that morning.”

“When he was with
me
.” She laced her words with venom, but I heard the hurt, too.

I stroked her long red hair. This was classic Claudia – intense blowup and then she settled down into a gloom for a few days before she snapped back.

“Yes. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have. I got carried away.” I let the guilt swirl around me.

“Do you love him?” She turned to look at me, her green eyes bloodshot in the morning light.

“I don’t know.” The answer sounded off even to my ears.
Did I love him
?

“Why doesn’t he love me?”

I shook my head. There was no one who could answer that question. “Sometimes things just don’t work.”

“But you two work?” She turned away again.

I slid down in bed next to her, but didn’t snug too close unless she went into blowup mode again. “I think we do. I think I want to give it more time. I think I want to try to be with him.” I continued stroking her hair. “But I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Too late.” Another sniffle.

“I know.”

We lay in silence until she dozed off and started snoring lightly. I rose and covered her with her blanket before slipping into my own bed. It would blow over. I just had to wait it out. This wasn’t our first blowup, but it certainly was our biggest.

It was Saturday, so we didn’t have to worry about missing class. After our nap, we spent the rest of the day together, awkward at first, and then sort of making up as we went along. Me buying her dinner at her favorite restaurant went a long way to help. Her getting picked up at the bar by a Scottish grad student helped, too.

I purposefully ignored my phone. I wanted to give Claudia more time to heal, to forgive me, before I got in touch with Eamon again. A week, maybe. By that time, maybe she would have moved onto another guy. Even so, I longed to talk to him, to see him. When I closed my eyes, I saw the intense look on his face he’d had when he’d been inside me. Though I was repairing my relationship with Claudia, all I could think of was the man who’d torn us apart.