Intractable Souls : Book 1 of the Bound for Ireland Series (40 page)

In the dim light of the kitchen, he notices
her simper at her performance and tries to refrain from smiling.
Surveying her body from head to toe, his gaze settles back at her
breasts. Damn she looks sexy tonight and he needs to be inside her.
He hopes to hell that he can restrain himself long enough to let
her fantasy play out. If she feels like being a dirty girl who is
he to deny her? “Well what are we going to do about that?” He
stares at her pretending to be unimpressed. Moving towards her, his
body tenses and his movements become somewhat threatening. Oh he’s
very good at this game. She fights her instincts to take a step
back, away from his overwhelming virility. The air around them is
sexually charged and excitement surges through her body like it’s
been infused directly into her veins.

“I could drop by the restaurant tomorrow
with the money.” She offers as she drags her fingertips across his
chest in a zigzag pattern. The muscles in his stomach tighten as
she nears the waist band of his jeans.

He shakes his head NO, as his nostrils
flare. She nervously lowers her eyes, watching him swell and grow
as she runs her hand over him on the outside of his jeans, tracing
its outline with her fingers and firmly rubbing her palm on the
head of his cock.

Swallowing hard and enjoying the sensation,
he almost forgets to talk. “No, stopping by tomorrow won’t work for
me.” He blatantly stares right at her breasts as they tease him
from underneath the thin sheer blouse. Need to get my hands on
those. Putting her hands up against his chest, she stops his
advances as he reaches to touch them.

“I don’t want you to take back the food. I
haven’t eaten all day and I’m starving.” She looks at him with
desperate eyes.

Raising his eyebrows, he peers down at her
through eyes so full of sexy wickedness and promise. “I think we
can come to an arrangement.” The irony is not lost on him. Grabbing
her wrists, he removes her hands from his chest, freeing himself
from their restriction, so he can bring his hand up to her breast.
Rubbing it through her blouse, he kneads it roughly until her
nipple goes hard in response. Moving his hand upwards towards her
throat, he brushes the tips of his fingers across her skin until he
gets to her mouth. She bites her lip in anticipation as he traces
them with his index finger before gently pressing it between them
and into her mouth. He closes his eyes and breathes in hard and
deep as she closes her mouth around it and gently begins to
suck.

When he slowly pulls his finger out of her
mouth, she’s overcome with lust and an unexpected confidence.
Putting both hands on his chest, she pushes him back forcefully
until the counter stops him from moving any further. Keeping her
gaze fixed on his, she unbuttons his jeans and then slides the
zipper all the way down, getting a rush from taking complete
control. Running her fingers around the waistband of his jeans, she
makes his nerves twitch, and then slowly pries them off his hips
until they fall to the floor. His underwear goes with them
revealing his hardened enthusiasm. Reaching down she takes him in
her hand and strokes him from tip to base squeezing it gently at
the crown and then repeats her movements until she hears him let
out a low raspy growl.

Kissing his neck and then across to his
throat, she lifts the bottom of his t-shirt so she can trail tender
kisses down the centre of his bare chest to his belly button and
then all the way down. Slowly she kneels in front of him on the
kitchen floor, looking up at him, wanting to be looking into his
beautiful green eyes when she takes him in her mouth for the first
time.

Without breaking eye contact, she holds him
with both hands as she leans forward and licks the wide crown of
his cock. Ethan leans back, his hips pushing forward as he holds
onto the edge of the counter with both hands, groaning. His
breathing becomes shallow and ragged, as his already rock hard
erection thickens and expands. Stepping out of his jeans, he pushes
them off to the side so his legs are unrestricted and by adjusting
his stance, he gives her better access.

She leaves a warm wet trail with her tongue
along the length of him while she works her way to the base and
back up to the head. When she reaches the most sensitive spot, she
teases him, licking in slow deliberate circles while she pumps him
rhythmically with her hand. His abs stiffen and his thigh muscles
begin to twitch as he moves his hips forward pushing himself
towards her mouth. When his beautiful cock presses against her
lips, she takes him in. “Fuck. Olivia…” He moans her name and she
becomes wetter at the sound of it. Reaching down he puts his hand
on her head and gently tries to push her towards him, forcing
himself deeper into her mouth. She resists him, wanting to take her
time since she’s sure there is no way that she can take it all. It
really is a magnificent package and his length is daunting. The
width equally intimidating. No wonder she was so sore after he
fucked her so thoroughly.

She’s absolute in her protest and he finally
lets her go and runs his fingers through her hair allowing her to
control the depth. When she’s ready, she loosens her grip and lets
him slide further in her mouth. Moving her head back, she takes a
breath and then slowly takes him in again. She sets a steady
rhythm, controlling the movements and making him moan again. “Fuck,
that feels good.”

Taking him as far as she can in her mouth,
she holds what remains of the shaft in her hand, pumping and
sucking at the same time. He rocks in a gentle rhythm, fucking her
mouth, the sensation nearly driving him insane. Excitement coils
deep inside her knowing that the pleasure pulsing through him is
her doing. With her free hand, she reaches down between his legs
and caresses his balls, squeezing and pulling gently on them.
Lowering her mouth she trails her tongue over them and then gently
takes them, one at a time, into her mouth. As she closes her mouth
around them and teases him with gentle suction, she continues to
stroke his rock hard cock with both hands.

He rewards her with a small burst of precum
as she continues stroking and licking. She laps it up, sliding her
tongue across the slit. When his balls become heavy and draw up,
she runs her hands up the outside of his thighs and moves them
behind him, firmly squeezing his ass. Pressing the palm of her
hands on his clenched cheeks, she squeezes tightly and pulls him
forward making him hit the furthest possible spot in her throat.
It’s almost his undoing and she knows it. The muscles in his thighs
strain and his ass tightens as he rocks back in and she does it
again. His knuckles turn white on the edge of the counter “God.
Olivia... stop or I’m going to come in your mouth.”

Leaning back, she lets him slide out of her
mouth and land heavily in her hand. Licking it one last time, she
makes sure she laps up every bit of precum. Looking down, he
watches her lick along the length of his cock and moans his
pleasure. “Christ… you were wrong this afternoon, baby.” Reaching
down, he brushes his thumb along her jaw.

Getting to her feet, she runs her fingers
under his t-shirt and drags them across the crisp damp hairs on his
stomach making his entire body shudder. “About what?’

Leaning into the nape of her neck, he
nibbles and kisses his way towards her shoulder. “About your
talent.”

“Was that good?” She asks, trying not to
smile. Every nerve ending on her body is pulsing with energy and
his steely erection, that’s still poking against her thigh is a
distraction. “Are we even now?”

He smirks against her skin and lifts his
head. “Hell no, I’m not done with you yet.” Grabbing the bottom of
her blouse, he tugs it roughly over her head, and tosses it to the
floor. She arches her back when he runs his hands over the delicate
lace of her bra. Her breasts are so sensitive that she’s sure he
could coax her to orgasm just with the touch of his hands. She
purrs with pleasure between breaths when he slides his hands under
the lace and rolls her nipples with his fingers, making them
hard.

Lifting his T-shirt over his head, he tosses
it on the floor, and presses his bare chest against her, kissing
her neck and throat with a building passion. His hands slide around
her waist and then swiftly rid her of her leggings, stripping them
down to her ankles in one movement. His bestial desire, unleashed
when he gets a look at her matching black lace panties.

“You are so beautiful.” Holding her hips, he
rubs his erection against her as he lowers his lips to her breasts
and sucks on them, alternating between nipples and making her
clench. Sliding his hand between her legs, he rubs her firmly on
the outside of the lace, teasing her, making her squirm before he
pushes them to the side with expert precision and glides his
fingers across the swollen folds of her slick sex.

“Ethan.” She moans his name against his
skin.

“You’re so wet for me already.” He’s pleased
with the way she responds to him.

“I was wet the minute you brushed past me in
the doorway.”

Her admission expedites his need to be
inside her. He bends slightly, tucking his arm behind her knees and
lifts her into his arms and carries her, with little effort, to the
stairs.

Panic-stricken she grabs at the railing,
stopping him in his tracks. “What are you doing?”

Ethan stops abruptly and looks at her
perturbed. “I’m taking you upstairs for a good fucking.”

She shakes her head. “NO, not in the
bedroom. I… can’t.“

Alarmed by the fear on her face, he concedes
with moderate protest. “You’re killing me.” He growls. Placing her
down gently on top of the table, he reaches behind her to unlatch
her bra. As it releases, the straps slide forward and he guides
them with his fingers, completely removing it and tossing it aside.
Lowering his lips to her nipple, he teases it back to a hard peak
with his tongue, taking it into his mouth and sucking with a hunger
that makes the muscles in her lower region tighten in anticipation.
His hands skim over her hips and skillfully rid her of her panties,
discarding them on the floor with the rest of their clothes.

Pushing her knees apart, he forces her to
spread open for him. He can’t wait to sink into that beautiful
smooth, clean-shaven pussy. Wrapping one arm around each leg, he
grabs her and lifts her hips slightly off the surface, pulling her
forward so she’s right at the edge of the table and giving himself
full unrestricted access to her. Rubbing his hands along her thighs
and in between her legs, he watches the expressions of pleasure on
her face. Holding his cock against her swollen lips, he rubs it
back and forth lubricating himself with her excitement.

Unable to hold back any longer, he aligns
himself with her entrance and moves his hands back to her hips,
holding them firmly as he pushes the first rock hard inch of it
into her. In this position, he can see the expressions on her face
and realizes when she winces that she is not yet used to his size
and it makes his desire burn hotter. Rubbing her clit with the pad
of his thumb, he backs out and then pushes in further this
time.

She feels herself stretch around him, trying
to absorb his length and when she thinks that he has finally hit
the end of her, he gives it one last hard thrust, making her cry
out. Ethan controls his pace, withdrawing slowly and then meeting
the thrust of her hips on his way back in. She’s tight around him
and it feels so good when she squeezes his cock as he threatens to
withdraw.

She wants to touch him desperately but her
position prevents it. She tries to lift her hips to meet his
forward strokes but with her legs against her chest she can’t get
any traction or support. She’s trapped there unable to move until
she finally finds her voice. “Ethan.”

He looks up at her curiously. “Yes,
baby?”

“Can we move to the couch? I’m not
comfortable here.”

He lets her straighten her legs, helps her
to sit up, and then lifts her again. Her arms wrap around his neck
to support her as he moves her quickly to the couch. As he lays her
down he crawls over top of her, his biceps flexing as he supports
himself. He is a magnificent specimen of well-honed muscle and she
reaches for him, touching him everywhere that she can. As he lowers
himself down on top of her, it feels like heaven to be against his
bare chest.

His dick softens slightly with the
disruption and she reaches down and takes him in her hand giving it
a few firm strokes. The narrow cushions on the couch feel too
restrictive when he kneels between her legs. Leaning forward, he
trails his lips across her body. His silver chain skims across her
chest and the feeling of it dragging against her sensitive breasts
enthralls her. He begins kissing her along her chin and then moves
to her mouth. When he runs the tip of his tongue sensually across
her lips it sets her on fire and she moans. His chest falls heavy
with short breaths and in a very brave move he attempts to kiss her
on the lips. With ninja like swiftness, she pushes her hands
against his chest and turns her head to stop him.

“FUCK!” He’s angry and her heart thumps hard
against the inside of her chest with the hard tone of his
disapproval. Clenching his jaw, he presses his lips in a firm angry
line, and lifts her off the couch. Lowering her to the floor, he
gives himself plenty of room to maneuver. Spurred on by frustration
he grabs her wrists and pins them over her head, holding them down
so she can’t move them. Moving between her legs he uses his knee
and roughly forces her legs further apart. Instantly his cock
reaches its’ full potential and in a selfish attempt to meet his
need he slams into her hard. She gasps at the fullness. In a
punishing rhythm he continues tirelessly, every thrust driving them
both closer to the finish line. Her breasts jiggle and rub against
the bare skin of his chest and he occasionally lowers his mouth and
nips at them, making her jump. Having her hands restricted over her
head catapults her lust into overdrive and she writhes beneath him
in pleasure, moving her body to meet his thrusts. This is exactly
what she needed.