Page 47 of Naughty Irish Liar

I couldn’t help shuffling in closer. I was a whore for his affection. He kissed the side of my neck, engaged the lock fob and opened the door for me to climb in.

“All’s good, boss. Busy.”

“Good. See you tomorrow.”

“That’s why he’s salty as fuck,” Ronan said sliding into the driver’s seat.

“What? Why?”

“He wants to lick all your ginger.”

I snort-laughed. “He does not. He hasn’t shown any indication about liking me that way.”

Ronan in the process of starting up the car turned a sardonic brow on me. “Shall I go inside and ask him?”

“Don’t you dare,” I laughed. Just in case I placed my hand on his forearm. “Dylan doesn’t like me. But if he did he’d have to wait until the 18th.Isn’t that right?”

Taunting him was delicious. Especially when his jaw got really tight and when he sped away the wheels squealed, but the noise didn’t mask his growl. I grinned and squeezed his arm. “There-there, you have all the ginger for now, Ronan. Are you taking me to the hotel or am I going home with you? I don’t have a change of clothes with me.”

“My place. And you won’t need clothes.”

“Yay,” I wriggled in my seat. He turned his head quickly to give me a heated glance. Part lust, part annoyance like I was a silly little child he was indulging.

It didn’t deter me from leaning over the console and placing small kisses along the jaw muscles tight as granite. It was only when I ever-so-gently laid a hand over his crotch that he reacted by jolting in his seat and swore in the sexiest Irish tenor.

It didn’t go unnoticed by either of us that he was hard behind my hand. Thick and solid as a house brick.

“For gods sake,Catherine, do you want me to crash?” Syrupy, his sex-soaked voice rode the lands of Ireland through me when I put myself back in my seat again. Grinning smugly that I’d knocked him off his control perch, even for a second.

Maybe next time I could tempt him into pulling in somewhere, so I could sit on his lap. I had so many things to check off mywant to dolist and Ronan was going to give me them.

“Not particularly if you can avoid it that would be nice. But I want to touch you.”

He sighed in that way I recognized now when he was bothered by me. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his thigh and left it there the whole way home.

We dispersed of jackets and shoes when we arrived at his apartment. He didn’t try to grab me right away as I thought, my heart tripping out of my chest. He told me to sit down while he flipped on lamps, my eyes tracked him around the room.

“Are you hungry?”

Still full of the sandwich I shook my head. “I could do with a drink,” I told him. He gave me an indescribable look that burnt off the lining to my heart wall with how hot it was and each stride toward me I lost moisture in my mouth. He plucked me up until I was forced to wrap my legs around his waist as he began walking down to his bedroom. “You can drink later.”

“Cruel beast.” I beamed. My water thirst forgotten. My thirst for the taste of Irish very much present though, as I rubbed myself on his stomach.

After he’d used and used andusedme and we both fell back on his bed with exhausted sighs. My body was sore everywhere from his rough skilful, handling, but his touch renewed me when he gave me the look that he needed more…after much kissing and taunting me with his tongue he’d told me it was time to use mine on him.

My jaw ached in a way it never had before, but he’d done as promised and all I’m saying is if there was ever a blowjob Olympics … I might place third. There was room for improvement, I acknowledged that. I was not a natural. Who could suck something so huge and breathe at the same time? it was impossible! Ronan was patient and helpful and his groans spurred me past any point of discomfort with my gag reflex in full effect. He talked me through, stroking the side of my face with such sweet praise even as he grit his teeth and swore how good it felt. And when I thought I’d settled into a motion of driving him wild with my tongue and teeth he wrenched me up and sat me down on his cock. The strain on his face was my reward.

It shouldn’t feel this good should it? The sex between us was explosive.

I shouldn’t feel like any moment now with his next thrust I just might die.

My nails clung to his sharp shoulders, digging in to give me balance.

Here we were, and I was dying from bliss.

“You’re fucking annoyingly adorable when you’re taking it,acushla.”

Rude. I lifted my head and between the gentle in and out of his body entering mine I glared at him.

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