Page 17 of Naughty Irish Fate
Chapter Six
Rooker
Did my best not to come back to her.
Usually think of myself as a wise man. One who doesn’t entangle himself or others in bullshit he can’t untangle. My place is out on the seas. Where I can breathe. Where I know who I am.
After watching her on the pier earlier, I knew I was coming back for more. Still, I lied to myself about what I came for. Told myself I could just come to the pub, be near her, and have a drink or two. Listen to her sexy laugh and watch her shake her ass and hum to those same fucking songs that play on that jukebox.
Might have done just that. Just enjoyed her for a while before going back to my room to stroke my dick to what her pussy had felt like and been good. Until she looked at me while flirting with that local fuck.
With that look Wyn woke a beast inside me.
Because that sexy ginger with her stunning blue eyes and husky laugh wanted me to be bothered that she was flirting. And fuck if I wasn’t bothered as hell. Even if it was just for show. Seeing that little prick stare at her tits and believe for one second he got to touch them made me sick.
Truth be told, I enjoyed how it upset her to see that blonde flirting with me. Forward women ain’t my type. I like a woman who shows interest but makes me work for it a little. Just like my beautiful baby Wyn is making me work.
All night I worked for her smiles and her touch. For those laughs and that dance.Fuck, that dance.Feeling her panting breath at my neck as my hands slid over her and pinned her tight to me. Like she belonged right there against me. Never wanted to let her go.
“Come here.” I growl at her once the closed sign is slipped, lights off, and door locked. I have her all to myself now.
For just a moment, Wyn hesitates. Just enough to let me know she intends to obey because it’s me. Just for me. But, she does obey. Crosses the room to press close and peer up at me with that sexy mouth pink waiting for me to taste it.
We flip a coin although no matter who calls it, we both know how tonight ends. I call it right and the flare in her eyes when she sees I get to have my way with her makes my cock jerk. Behind us, the light of the jukebox calls to me.
Wrapping my hands around her little waist, I have her in the air as I take the three steps to get to the jukebox. Bronwyn giggles her soft raspy laugh as her hands brace at my shoulders. When our eyes meet though, hers are hot and silvery and my need for her explodes.
“Can’t wait Wyn. Trust me, baby?” I hoist her atop the old seventies Wurlitzer which still plays a mix of soft rock and country.
“Yes. Yes I do. Rook....” Fuck when she says my name like that... I’d give this woman anything. Starting with an orgasm.
“Spread those thighs for me, baby. Show me your pretty pussy.” Her thighs fall open on the glass of the short jukebox, her upper body bowing back against the wall behind her.
Creamy thighs spread wide for me. Bronwyn’s sexy green skirt drove me crazy tonight. Wanted to flip it up and bend her over the bar. Pretty sure she wore that shit for me. Doesn’t matter who it was for, it’s me who gets to see the tiny scrap of panties beneath as I flip it up now.
“Fuck, baby. Soaked that kitty for me again. Been thinking about nothing but tasting your sweet cunt.” My words are harsh and filthy, panted against her thighs but she moans and offers herself to me.
I angle my body against the jukebox to I hook my forearms around her thighs. Tugging her ass to the edge of the glass front, I lower my head. Breathe in her sweet musky scent. Pushing my thumb between her folds, I spread the puffy pinkness open.Fuck, she’s so wet.
Bringing my eyes back to hers, I watch her face as I lick her slit from back to front. Hook my tongue around her clit, let it pulse on my tongue. Goddamn she tastes like bourbon and cream. I suck hard, lewd, loud, smirking when she screams out and laces both hands at the back of my head.
“Rook!” I fucking love the way she says my name when she’s feeling something. Feeling hot, shy, or even flirty. Wyn says it different based on how I make her feel. If she’s hot, it comes out long and low. Makes my balls ache to fill her up.
Keeping my eyes on her face I lick her and sip at her creamy sweetness. Music plays soft but I only hear her. Panting, begging, calling my name. Telling me how she needs it. Needsme.
Becoming savage because I want her to need just me, onlyever me, I suck at her clit and curl two fingers inside her. I twist, pump, curl and fuck my fingers into her tight cunt, growling when she grunts, sucking when she bucks and begs.
“Oh god! Rook. Yes. Yes, make me come, baby.” Her endearment breaks us both. No way my beautiful baby goes soft with those words for other men. It’s just for me and just for tonight so I’m taking it as mine.
“Look at my beautiful baby. On your jukebox getting your sweet pussy ate like a Queen. Gorgeous when you come like you deserve. Give me all that sweet cream, baby. I want every fucking drop of you.” I bite at her clit and one of her hands holds me between her legs as she bucks and screams, feeding me all the cream I want.
I savor it. Her sweet stickiness, her moans, the tremble of her thighs. Been wanting to get lost between her thighs since our eyes met last night. I was not prepared at all.
It's so intimate as I watch her pant and flush soft pink. Brush her fingers through my short hair. I kiss her softly before nipping at her thighs, her hip, and her soft tummy. As I go I tear her skirt off, rip her top apart, dragging my lips over the skin I bare.
“Upstairs. My place, Rooker. Up the back stairs.” I glance where she points but my mouth is back on hers before she can say more.
Hoisting her against me, I twist in the direction she pointed. Bronwyn claws at my shirt, bites at my lips, sucks at my jaw. Moving, shaking, and demanding more. Whispering at my ear how hot she is for me, how hot I make her. My beautiful baby is a fucking wildcat and I dig it with a fucking spoon.
