F*ck of the Irish (The Hard and Dirty Holidays #4) (3 page)

I waited for him to apologize for being so … forward. But he only smiled and pulled me into his side again. He snagged a cheese stick and blew on it before putting it to my lips.

“Open, love.” One side of his mouth quirked up in a devilish smirk.

“I can feed myself, you know.” I couldn’t stop the blush that ruled my cheeks.

“I know. Humor me?”

I opened my mouth hesitantly and he slid the tip in. I took a bite and the warm cheese and crispy crust melted on my tongue. He grinned and popped the rest of the cheese stick into his mouth.

He picked up another one, blew on it, and fed it to me in the same manner before finishing it off.

Being handfed by a handsome man was undeniably erotic. Something about the way he made sure it was cool enough for me to eat and then slid it between my lips. Somehow lewd but arousing all the same.

We polished off the cheese sticks as a new song began to play through the bar’s sound system, a low bass beat thumping in my chest. Or was that my heart? Every time he looked at me, squeezed my shoulder, called me “love,” my desire for him grew.

He allowed me to eat my burger on my own, thank goodness. Though he was attentive, making sure everything was to my liking as if he were the pub maître d’. We discussed his major and mine, how different they were, but both interesting. The waitress continued to eyeball me, but he still ignored her.

By the time we were finished, he was crowding me again, leaning in for another kiss. I wanted to give it to him, to let him have what he wanted. My eyes started to close as he ghosted his lips across mine and slid a hand up my thigh. His palm was hot, the warmth sinking through my jeans and heating my skin. I wanted his hands all over me. I melted into him as he kissed me. Though we’d just eaten, it was as if he’d become hungrier, holding me tight and growling like he wanted to devour me.

The pub door opened and I glanced to see a couple of acquaintances strolling in. The two girls were mutual friends with Claudia.
Fuck.

I stiffened and pushed him away. “I have to go.”

He furrowed his brow. “What, why?”

Chelsea spotted me and waved. She and Lydia made their way over to us.

“Laurel, didn’t know you did the pub thing.” Lydia sneered. We’d never been close, and my heart sank with the realization that she’d likely text Claudia the first chance she got. I was screwed.

“I’m just… I was just hungry. So, Eamon offered—and so I—I mean we figured we’d get some dinner.” For a languages major, I utterly failed at getting any coherent thought together.

Chelsea smiled warmly at me. “It’s good to see you out and about instead of in the library. And who’s your friend?”

“Eamon Wilson.” He smiled.

Chelsea’s smile faltered the slightest bit, no doubt recognizing his name and accent from Claudia’s endless talk about him.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Eamon. I’m Chelsea and this is Lydia. Would you mind if we joined you?”

I gripped his thigh. Though I liked Chelsea, I most certainly did not want to sit through the interrogation Lydia was likely cooking up.

“Sorry, ladies. We’ve already eaten and are ready to go our separate ways. Laurel was kind enough to help me with some translation work, so I bought her dinner in exchange.” Eamon was trying to cover for me, but it didn’t matter. Claudia would still blow her top once she heard I was with him at a pub.

He slid out of the booth and offered me his hand to help me up. I took it and got to my feet.

“I’m going to settle up.” He strode to the bar.

“He’s
that
Eamon, isn’t he?” Chelsea whispered.

I nodded. “Could you two do me a favor and not tell Claudia?”

“I won’t say a word.” Chelsea squeezed my forearm.

Lydia gave me a too-sweet smile. “Me neither.”

“Thanks, I appreciate it.” I was a goner. Lydia was already digging in her purse for her phone. My hands went cold and I dreaded Claudia’s tears and anger.

“You ready, lo—Laurel?” Eamon recovered quickly before calling me “love” in front of Chelsea and Lydia. It didn’t matter. It was already a disaster.

“Sure. It was good to see you.” I smiled weakly at Chelsea. “I’ll catch you in class next week.”

“See you then.” Lydia had retrieved her phone and swiped across the screen, then looked at me as if waiting for me to leave so she could do her dirt.

Eamon took my arm and led me toward the door.

“Bye.” Chelsea waved.

We walked into the chilly night air, and I hurried to my car.

Eamon leaned against my driver side door. “Where’s the fire, love?”

I glared at him. “You know I have to get home and tell Claudia first before she hears it from Lydia. God, I should never have come out with you.”

A flash of emotion flitted across his handsome face. I didn’t want to think I’d hurt him, but I knew I had. I was messing everything up. I yanked my door handle, but it didn’t budge with Eamon’s large frame against it.

“Don’t you worry about Claudia. In fact, I guarantee you she isn’t at your dorm right this minute anyway.”

“What?” I stopped my fruitless efforts at wrenching the door open.

“She’s on a date. Noel. I know she likes accents, and Noel likes women. So, it’s a perfect match.” He moved so he stood in front of me, my back against the car door. “Now, come back to my dorm with me.”

I stared up into his eyes and craned my head back against the top of the car door. He squeezed my hip and ran one hand into my hair, gripping me close to my scalp and pulling gently so my neck was exposed. He bent down and kissed my jugular. My knees went wobbly and I clutched his shirt.

“Please, Eamon. I can’t.” I was already begging.
I’m fucked
.

“You can,” he murmured against my throat and kissed to my ear. “Want to know what I’ll do to you?”

A shudder of desire shot through me at his gravelly words. I was desperate to know. He licked the shell of my ear and pressed his body into me. His hard length rested against my stomach, and I imagined how tightly it would fit inside me. I nodded, and he pulled my hair harder.

“I’m going to eat your pussy like it’s my favorite fucking dessert.” He slid his hand around my stomach and down to my core. “Then I’m going to shove my cock into you, balls deep, and fuck you until you come all over me.” He rubbed his fingers against my clit and bit my neck below my ear. “And then I’ll keep fucking you as hard as I please until I shoot my load all over these lovely tits.” He moved his hand from my hot pussy and squeezed my left breast, passing his thumb over my hard nipple in maddening strokes. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you love?”

He bit my neck harder and I cried out. “Yes!”

“You want me to be rough with you, don’t you?” His hips surged forward, his thick cock rubbing against my stomach. I wanted to wrap my hands around it, then my lips. “Tell me how you want it, love.” He pushed his leg between my knees and lifted, my soaked pussy resting on his thigh as he created friction on my clit with small movements. “Tell me, Laurel.” His voice was a growl.

“Hard.” I was panting. “Rough. Take it from me.”

He laughed, the sound low and sensual. “I will, love. Now get in my car. I’m not letting you out of my sight.”

Chapter Four

Eamon

I kissed her at every stop light between the pub and my place, and it was a fight to keep my hands off her as I drove. We snuck through the side entrance to the dorms, trying to avoid as many prying eyes and gossips as possible. I’d kept her hand in mine the entire way back to my place. I didn’t want to break our contact, didn’t want her to change her mind. She was quiet, though I felt her sneaking looks at me every so often.

At my door, I pulled the key from my pocket and opened it up. As planned, Noel was out, hopefully fucking Claudia senseless.

Laurel hesitated on the threshold. I turned to her and stroked my hand down her cheek. “Nothing will happen that you don’t want.”

She put her palm on my chest. “That’s what I’m afraid of. There’s so much that I want. Too much.”

I thought I was randy. I thought I was turned on. I wasn’t. When she said those words to me and looked up at me with her amber eyes, I wanted to eat her up, every last bit of her.

“Fuck me.” I exhaled and yanked her into my room, slamming the door behind us. I was all over her, ripping her jacket off before gripping her t-shirt and roughly pulling it up over her head. Her hands were on the hem of my t-shirt, but I was focused on her, getting her naked and tasting her. I palmed her tits.
Jesus
. Her nipples were stiff peaks beneath the lace. I bent down and took one in my mouth, teasing my tongue over her through the fabric.

She squirmed and moaned, but I slid one of my hands to her ass and gripped her hard, keeping her still, while I placed the other in her hair and pulled, forcing her to arch her perfect breasts to me. She dug her nails into my shoulder.

Her taste was heaven as I teased her tight nipple, running my teeth over her delectable flesh. I would have worshipped just her tits for hours, but my cock protested. It was time for her to be totally naked. I released her.

“Take the bra off.” I popped the button on her jeans and pulled the zipper open as she reached behind her back. Slipping my hands down her waist and to her hips, I shucked her pants and panties off in one swift stroke. She stepped out of them and stood in front of me, naked and gorgeous.

I stared. Perfect teardrop tits, gentle curve to her waist, and a pretty pussy with blonde curls.

“You are fucking unbelievable, love.”

She stared up at me, no fear in her eyes, as I perused her.

“I want to see you.”

“You will.” I advanced on her and pushed her back onto my bed. “Spread your legs.”

I dropped to my knees and pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it away. She spread her knees and I got a glimpse of the sweetest pink I’d ever seen.

“More, love. Show it all to me.” My cock was leaking like a son of a bitch, but I wasn’t going to take her until I tasted her first.

She spread her knees wider. Her folds were glistening and wet, the most gorgeous shade of light pink. My mouth watered. I reached up and put my hand on her chest, pushing her down. “Watch me.”

I slid my hands under her ass and pulled her to the edge of the bed. She gazed down at me. When I exhaled along her dark pink clit, she shuddered.

“Eamon, please.”

Her breathy voice was like a whip at my back, spurring me onward. I licked from her tight hole to her nub, and she jerked beneath me. Her honey taste was a delicacy on my tongue, and I wanted more. I wanted it all. I snaked my arm under her thigh and around so my forearm pressed on her lower stomach.

When I sank my tongue into her entrance, she moaned and her eyes rolled back. She was tight, her walls compressing my tongue as I fucked her. She dug her nails into my scalp as I moved up to her clit, swirling the tip of my tongue around it before laving it over and over, my tongue broad and flat against it.

I sank two fingers inside her as I kept working her with my mouth. She squealed at the sudden intrusion and tried to buck her hips. I pressed down harder with my forearm, making her take every bit of what I was giving. Her tight pussy gripped my fingers and I bore down even harder on her clit. I wanted her to come just from this before I fucked her proper.

I sped my tongue, no more teasing, and I matched my fingers to my tongue’s stroke. Her breathing grew labored and she tensed around me, her thighs squeezing against my head, pressing me into her tender flesh the way I liked. I licked and shook my head against her.

“Eamon!” She froze, her hips no longer fighting me, and her pussy began to convulse around my fingers. “Oh my god.”

Her moans lofted through the room and likely into the hall and down the corridor. I loved every sound, every coo that escaped her lips as I kept licking her and wringing her pleasure from her pussy. When she went limp, letting her legs fall open, I nibbled at her clit a little more, though she dug into my hair harder and tried to pull her hips away.

“Mine.” I gave her one more licking kiss and pulled my mouth away. She stared up at me, her eyes glazed, her skin a rosy pink. Her rosy nipples were thick tips begging for my mouth.

My cock grew even harder. It was time. I hastily unfastened my jeans and stripped them and my boxers off.

Her eyes went to my cock and her mouth formed a pink ‘O’ when she saw it. Total ego boost.

I didn’t want to spend another minute without my cock deep inside her, so I cut her appraisal short and crawled on top of her, pulling her up into the center of the bed.

Her tits jutted against me and I took one of her nipples in my mouth, her sweet taste on my tongue. I sucked and bit while kneading her other tit, until she was squirming and moaning. I moved back up and took her mouth. My cock rested against her wet pussy and I couldn’t stop from thrusting lightly against her clit. She answered, lifting her hips to me and I groaned.

“Fuck, love.” I said against her lips before thrusting my tongue inside her. She answered by wrapping her arms around my neck, pulling me even closer. Her tongue was slick velvet, stroking along mine. I bit her bottom lip and nibbled down to her neck before biting harder. She gasped and thrusted her hips even harder up to my cock.

I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to claim her. I moved up to my elbows and grabbed a handful of her soft blonde hair in my right hand.

“I can’t stop this, love. I’m going to fuck you hard, raw. The way you need.”

“Yes.” She sank her nails into my sides, the stings ricocheting through me and making my cock throb.

“Remember what I told you at the pub? How I’m going to come all over these tits?” I licked down her neck and bit down hard on her nipple. She arched beneath me as I positioned my tip at her entrance.

“Yes.”

“Tell me you want this hard cock deep inside you. I want to hear it.” I yanked her hair, pulling her head to the side and sucking on her neck.

“I-I want it hard. I want it deep. Please, Eamon.”

Fuck, her begging was going to have me shooting my load all over her pussy before I even got inside.

“Then take it, love.” I thrusted halfway home and she moaned, her voice bouncing off the wood paneled wall as I slid the rest of the way into her slick cunt.