by Alexx Andria
“Sorry. Duty calls. Lovely to meet you, Miss Decker. Hey, make sure my brother gives you a tour of his estate, it’s right next door to Glenkerry.”
Hollis swiveled her green-eyed gaze back to me, amused and impressed at the same time. “Is he joking? Seriously? You live in that big castle next door to Glenkerry? I mean, not exactly next door but I can see it from my room. Pretty bad-ass.”
I wanted to drown my brother. The way Hollis was looking at me made me want to take her on a tour as Ian suggested but the tour would end in my bed. I ground out, “Yes, Carsley Castle neighbors Glenkerry but my brother has a tendency to run his mouth when he ought to keep it shut.”
“If I owned a castle I’d probably use it to catch quite a lot of tail,” Hollis said, matter-of-fact as she lifted her pint. “Just sayin.’”
Ian pretended to swoon, “Och, a woman after me own heart,” but then said to me with a wink, “promise me you’ll show her an O’Leery good time in my absence.”
Then, the bastard took off.
If I didn’t know better, I’d almost say he planned it this way. I narrowed my gaze with suspicion. “You two don’t know each other, do you?” I asked.
Hollis screwed her face into a frown. “Your brother? No. I’ve never set foot into this place until ten minutes ago and I’ve only met you and your brother in the same amount of time. Are you okay? Should I leave?”
“No, no, I’m sorry. My brother brings out the worst in me,” I said, forcing the tension from my shoulders, realizing I sounded like a prick to a total stranger. Ian was right, I should be more hospitable. If Mary were here, she would’ve immediately invited the woman over to make her feel welcome. In her honor, the least I could do, was do the same. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
I would ignore the fact that the smell of Hollis’ skin was driving me mad.
And that my fingers itched to touch that pale skin and trace each freckle with my tongue. How far did that red hair go? If I dared, would I find a thatch of red hair covering her sweet pussy lips? If I closed my eyes, I could almost picture her soft belly trembling as I lowered myself to feast between those damp, fragrant curls.
Holy fuck, what is wrong with me? I’ve turned into a Goddamned sex-starved lunatic.
Sweat dampened my hair line as I shifted against the blood flooding my cock, hardening the shaft beneath the cover of the table.
I barely heard the words as she innocently rambled on about the reason for her trip. I was an ass — fantasizing about fucking her when she was talking about kissing the Blarney stone for fucks sake – but somehow I managed to keep it together and say the appropriate things at the appropriate times so I didn’t come off as a perverted bastard.
Miracles of miracles.
Guilt crowded my thoughts. I was here for Mary. How did this happen? One minute I was in my normal routine and the next I was a ravening beast — almost as if one of the wee folk had hit me with a love potion for their own entertainment.
Maybe Ian was right. I’d gone too long without sex. Was it that simple? I just needed to fuck? Since Mary’s death, work had been my saving grace but now, a hunger I’d denied for too long was clawing at my insides.
God, I hated when Ian somehow accidentally fell into something right. I smothered a groan and finished my Guinness.
“So what do you do?” Hollis asked, making chit-chat but I wasn’t interested in small talk. Lord forgive me but this wasn’t me. Something about her made me feel different. Her tongue darted out to slide along her bottom lip and I nearly pulled her into my lap to feel that plump ass in my hands. “You must be rich or something to afford living in a castle, right? Or are you, what’s it called? Um, cash-poor? Did you inherit the castle from your family or something?”
I chuckled at how adorably American she was. For a brief moment, I was distracted enough to answer, “I run a textile company that does well enough. I’m not cash-poor as you called it.”
“Oh, that’s good. Well, I’m currently a cash-poor former student with a degree that I don’t know what to do with so I’m not judging. I just think it’s cool that you have a castle but I’m sure the upkeep is ridiculously expensive.”
“It’s not cheap.”
Did she have any idea how fucking gorgeous she was? There was a wildness to her, a compelling untamed quality that vibrated from every pore. If she were mine, she wouldn’t be walking into a pub alone. A woman like Hollis would make any man proud to have on his arm. “No boyfriend?” I asked boldly. Please say no.
She paused, her gaze pulsing with just as much heat as I felt in my cock. Hollis countered, “No wife?”
I leaned back in my chair. “Widowed, three years. Today is her birthday. That’s why my brother and I came to Mackey’s. To lift a pint in her honor.”
Her gaze dimmed with compassion. “I’m sorry.”
“She was a good woman.” I moved forward, resting on my elbows. “Why aren’t you with your mates?”
“The truth?”
“I prefer it.”
“I’m really not into the band but a trip to Ireland was on the bucket list. Besides, after my boyfriend of five years dumped me over a text message I needed a change in scenery. So, here I am, sitting in a pub, hiding from my mates so they don’t drag me to the band events that I want to avoid, talking to a completely hot stranger in the hopes that he finds me attractive enough to give me a tour of his castle that hopefully ends with hot sex and breakfast. How’s that for truth?”
A hungry grin found my mouth, my heart hammering in my throat. “I’ve always said honesty is the best fucking policy,” I said, rising so fast I nearly upset the table as I threw down some cash for the tab. “My car is out back.”
Hollis
No time to overthink this.
Sex with a sexy Irish guy was definitely on my bucket list. Okay, so I may have added that item to my bucket list the moment I touched down in Ireland but it still counted as a line item and I was definitely checking it off with Collum O’Leery.
Because, hot damn.
Tall, lean-hipped, broad-shouldered, smooth as a marble statue except for that nest of dark brown hair framing a monster cock, Jesus H Christ — pardon my language — this was totally happening and I was not going to apologize. I had told my mom that this might happen so she shouldn’t be shocked when I tell her about it. Or maybe I should leave this part out when I share the highlights?
Shall I recap for a minute? Sure, here goes: we jumped in his car (make and model, no clue, some European, bread-box type) sped through the village, past Glenkerry, through some bucolic countryside — pretty! — up a winding dirt road until we reached his estate. And yes, swoon-worthy, gorgeous holy-hell-your-house-has-turrets kind of awe happened in my brain the second I got an eyeful of his castle.
He grabbed my hand, asked, “Are you sure you want to do this?” in an adorably gentlemanlike fashion, I nodded with full, epic consent and we ran through a bunch of rooms until we ended up in his bedroom and somehow, magically our clothes jumped from our bodies to land strewn all over the floor.
Sidenote: from this moment forward my one-night stand story will always trump anyone else’s because, duh, mine happened in a castle.
Never in my life had a man looked at me like Collum was looking at me now. I shivered as goosebumps rioted all over my body. For a brief fleeting moment I thought of Ricky but only in the disparity between the two men. Ricky had always been impatient and cranky when his needs hadn’t been the primary objective. My orgasm had never been Ricky’s goal. Ever.
But Collum seemed determined to make my pleasure his job.
Collum’s touch was firm but reverent as he spread my legs, murmuring something in Irish that sounded so hot as he buried himself between my folds.
“Ohhh God,” I gasped, holy fuck, closing my eyes as he went to work sucking on my clit, finding my G-spot with fingers and tongue, working me until I was thrashing beneath his mouth, lifting my hips and crying his name as I crested that wave to
crash into an almost painful climax that curled my toes and left me pulsing with tiny aftershocks.
“You taste like my future,” he murmured as he climbed my body, pressing tiny kisses to my stomach before he ended at my slack mouth. The flavor of my own musk on his tongue was a fresh turn-on that hit me hard.
I groaned as he palmed my pussy with a possessive touch. I was wet from his mouth and my own gushing but he seemed to enjoy rubbing his hand all over me, as if claiming everything I had to offer.
I arched as his finger dipped inside me, a moan slipping from my lips.
“I want to feel you all around me,” he said, moving from my lips to my breasts, sucking a hard nipple into his hot mouth. I cried out as he worried a pebbled tip between his teeth, then suckled like a baby, sending wild arcs of need down my nerve endings. “Will you say my name when I fuck you?” he asked in a silky whisper as he moved to the other breast.
I jerked a nod as he sucked the sensitive tip into his greedy mouth. I held his mouth to my breast as my legs wrapped around his torso, pressing my wet core to his belly. “God yes, Collum,” I breathed an answer, barely able to speak. I was so wet and ready to be split open on his giant cock. Holy fuck, that gentle curve would hit my G-spot better than any sex toy I’d ever played around with and I was ready to ride that bad boy until I cried for mercy. “Please, now, yes, fuck me, Collum!”
That deep chuckle was the sexiest sound I’d ever heard. He rose up on his knees, long enough to slide a condom over that turgid length — gotta love a man who took control of the birth control situation — and then gently, placed my other leg over his shoulder before positioning his cock at my entrance.
“Say it, darlin’,” he said to me, his gaze penetrating me as hard as his cock would.
“Fuck me, Collum,” I said in a breathy whisper, anticipating that first breach when the cock would stretch my walls, that first moment when it felt so good being penetrated, split open and wide by a hard cock as a man went balls deep.
Annnnnddd, ooooohhh, fuck, he did not disappoint.
I clutched at the bedsheets as Collum flexed his hips, driving his cock deep inside me, seating his shaft until his balls slapped against my ass. I felt Collum’s groan of ecstasy as my own, pleasure ricocheting down my spine as the head of his cock hit my G-spot with unerring accuracy.
My breasts bounced with each thrust as he rocked my body. I loved the feel of each flex of Collum’s hips against me. The sound of our bodies slapping against one another was another pleasure I absorbed into me.
“God yes, Hollis,” he groaned, my name said with his Irish accent, was a sinful delight I couldn’t describe.
The stirrings of another orgasm began to awaken but I tried to tamp them down. I tried to hold out but it was nearly impossible. Collum was merciless.
“I don’t want to cum yet,” I gasped, my hands clenching the bedsheets but the sexy grin on Collum’s face told me he wanted to watch me cum over and over on the head of his cock. He wanted me limp and sated, soft and sweetened. Well, two could play at that game. I tightened myself around him and he groaned, slowing his thrusts.
Sweat dripped from his brow as he pulled my other leg over his shoulder, bending me in half, burying himself deeper still. I wanted to cry from the sheer pleasure. I was already nearly babbling. The intensity in his gaze was the sexiest I’d ever seen. The world could’ve collapsed around us and we wouldn’t have cared.
I’d never known such all-encompassing passion.
This was the stuff of magic and mayhem — the reason people did crazy shit and blamed the sex. At that moment in time, I would’ve done anything Collum asked.
Rob a bank? Sure, no problem!
Change our names and live in the jungle? Sounds fun!
“Collum,” I choked out, “I’m going to cum!”
“I want to watch,” he said. “Say my name, when you do.”
My eyes widened as another wave hit me with the force of a bat upside the head and I was momentarily stunned by the ferocity of the pleasure. Everything clenched at once as I tumbled and fell into total ecstasy. “Collum! Ohhh my God, Collum!” I cried, losing myself over and over as he pounded himself against me.
Moments later, Collum stiffened and followed with a guttural moan, saying my name, pumping into me like a man possessed, jet after jet until he was spent.
I was dimly aware of Collum carefully pulling out, discarding the condom and then collapsing beside me.
After that, I think I passed out.
Collum
She had skin like sweet vanilla alabaster that melted like cotton candy when it touched my eager tongue. Her pussy, with its fire-engine red curls was a musky delight that fueled my instant addiction and created an insatiable hunger I knew I’d never be free from.
We could fuck all day and all night and never get enough of each other.
But pure exhaustion had its benefits.
Night had fallen and we’d barely left my bedroom. I brought some food up, a cheese platter, and some wine, and we devoured everything down to the grape garnishes.
“Hopefully, you have something more in mind for breakfast?” she teased, nudging me with her toe. Her nakedness was a tease that kept me wanting to touch her at all times but I knew if I started, I wouldn’t stop and we both needed a minute to recharge. She cast a sly look my way, adding, “I mean, that is, if I’m invited to stay the night.”
The night, the week, the year…”If you think you’re leaving, you’re sorely mistaken,” I answered, pulling her to me. I sealed my mouth to hers for a sizzling kiss. “You’re unlike anyone I’ve ever met,” I said, meaning every word.
That was the straight truth. I couldn’t explain the instant chemistry between us. I didn’t really want to either. I hadn’t even felt this way with Mary. This explosive connection with Hollis was scary but exciting and I felt alive for the first time since Mary’s death and I wasn’t about to let it go.
Hollis pushed me back against the bed and I settled against the headboard, watching with keen anticipation as Hollis grabbed my cock.
I sucked in a tight breath the moment her generous lips closed over the fleshy head. I closed my eyes on a groan as the wet heat of her mouth sucking and her soft hands working the shaft brought me to a quick climax.
“Ahhh, fuck!” I moaned as I gushed into her mouth and she gulped down my seed, sucking me dry. My hips jerked as the final spurt left me spent and Hollis teased my sensitive cock with the swipe of her clever tongue.
She climbed my lap to kiss me deeply. I groaned against her mouth. My hands cupping her plump arse even as my spent cock dribbled against my gut. “Why are you so damn perfect?” I asked, gazing into her fae-like eyes. “This isn’t supposed to happen. Not to me. I don’t want this to happen.”
She understood completely. No need for explanation. “Me either but it is — bad timing is my forte. I think it’s my super power.”
“Chemistry can be deceiving,” I told her, smoothing her wild hair from her beautiful, sex-flushed face. “We’ve only known each other for a few hours. It would be crazy to read more into this than it is.”
“I know.”
I searched her expression for a hint of what I was feeling. “But…?”
“But…let’s be real, Collum, this kind of chemistry doesn’t just happen everyday. This feels…epic.”
“Good word for it,” I agreed, still loving the feel of her arse in my hands. She had a lovely arse. I could see myself holding that arse for the rest of my life. This kind of thing was sheer madness. A different kind of panic colored my voice. “Are you a witch or something? Seriously, what is happening right now?”
“We’re having the best sex of our lives. Don’t overthink it,” she answered with an annoyed scowl as she climbed off my lap. Either I’d hurt her feelings or I’d seen something that wasn’t there. She jumped from the bed and walked naked — that’s a fucking glorious sight to see — to the adjoining bathroom to get a glass of water as she said, “Lo
ok, don’t get it twisted, I’m just having a good time. I’m here for a short visit, do some touristy stuff, and then go back home to the states. I mean, I have a life to go back to, you know. Maybe it’s not a great life — sure, I’m kind of in a backwards slide at the moment but that’s not the point. Running off to Ireland was supposed to provide some clarity not additional confusion.”
“Of course,” I said stiffly, trying not to be distracted by her perfectly lovely heart-shaped behind but I desperately wanted to bury myself inside her even though we’d been fucking each other nonstop for hours. “I wasn’t implying anything to the contrary.”
“Just because I don’t know what I want to do with my life doesn’t mean I can just move here to Ireland and become your sex princess locked away in your castle. Not that that doesn’t have a certain appeal,” she admitted with a shrug.
Sex princess.
My cock certainly liked that idea. I ignored how immediate my arousal fueled my brain with that statement and grabbed a pillow to stuff behind my head. “So what kind of touristy things did you have planned?” I asked, trying to think of ways to spend more time together that perhaps weren’t sexual.
“Well, I was thinking of doing some hiking.”
“Ireland is not great for hiking. You’re thinking of Scotland, perhaps? The Highlands?”
“Okay, yeah, I’ve noticed that.” Hollis leaned against the door jam, her hair wild and tumbling down around her shoulders. She looked like a wild goddess and I wanted to worship at her feet.
And fuck her senseless.
But I needed to stay focused for the moment.
“What else?” I asked.
“Kiss the Blarney stone?” she suggested.
“I can take you there.”
“Are you offering to be my Irish tour guide?” she teased with a sultry smile as she walked toward me, her naked breasts teasing me with their pouting, pebbled tips.
I gathered her into my arms as she wrapped her legs around my torso, her warm, damp core burning against my stomach and teasing my cock. “I’ll be whatever you’d like me to be.”
