Steal My Girl

by Casey McMillin

  "Take off the jacket," he finally said. He whispered in my ear when he said it, and his breath on my ear made me bite my lip. I took my blazer off with no hesitation. I was left wearing black pants and a tank top. Rory's chest rose and fell as he took a deep breath. "Go ahead and get the shirt off too."

  I did, and was left with black pants and a black bra. I stood there staring at him, feeling a little uncomfortable compared to his rock-hard fisherman's body.

  He let out an impatient breath. "I wanted to wait, but I just can't stand it. Just go ahead and take the rest of it off. I'm still gonna take it slow, I just want to see ye."

  I almost told him that fair was fair and he should lose his pants too, but I felt like letting him call the shots. I stepped out of my pants, pulling my panties off at the same time, and then took off my bra. I made eye contact with him when I finished, and realized he was staring at me wide-eyed.

  "Why do you look so surprised? You're the one who asked me to take it all off."

  "So yer just doing exactly as I say, no questions asked?"

  "Why? Do you want me to ask questions?"

  "No."

  "Then, I'll just do as I'm told."

  "All right then, come over here and help me with my pants."

  Chapter 19

  I stooped to unfasten his belt and pants, and he just stood there stoically and watched me do it. I didn't know what to do when I encountered the zipper, so I glanced up at him.

  "I don't want to hurt you with this thing."

  He didn't move to help me out, but he smiled down at me. "I trust ye," he said.

  I pulled the waist of his pants toward me slightly, being careful not to let the zipper touch him as I gently unzipped them. When I was almost all the way done, he jerked back and took a sharp intake of breath. I dropped the zipper instantly and my hands froze in midair. "Oh, I’m so sorry! Are you okay?"

  I knew by the way he smiled down at me that he was joking and I glared up at him through narrowed eyes for tricking me like that.

  He continued to smile as he thrust his hips forward. "All right, all right, I'm sorry. I just couldn't resist." There were so many R's in that sentence, and his accent never failed to make me want to pounce on him. I grabbed his pants, finished the job of unzipping them, and pulled back each side of the fly, exposing the front section of his black and grey striped boxers. His pants were fitted, and I hesitated to go ripping them over his hips. "Just pull them down," he said, reading my mind.

  I did, and when I brought them to his ankles, he stepped out of them. You could hear the belt buckle clanging as I tossed them to the ground a few feet away. I sat on the ground at his feet and wrapped my arms around his massive leg. My cheek lined up with the bottom part of his thigh, right above his knee, and I just pressed my face against him and held on tight. After several long seconds, I glanced up at him to find that he was staring down at me like he was about to eat me alive. His eyes were burning, and he was wearing a smile that held a lot of promise. I closed my eyes and rubbed my cheek on his leg.

  "Yer so fecking hot down there like that."

  I was in the process of looking up at him with a smile when my gaze passed over his boxer shorts. I did a double take when I saw the outline of his erection.

  "That's what I have to deal with when yer around," he said. "And then ye go bending down and rubbin' on my leg like that, and it's even worse. This thing hurts like hell."

  I smiled and looked at his package. "It's intimidating."

  He petted the top of my head. "I won't hurt ye," he said. He smiled and lifted one eyebrow suggestively. "And I think ye'll come to appreciate the size of it."

  "Oh, I already appreciate it," I said. "It's just a matter of it logistically fitting in the opening."

  "I think ye'll be fine."

  "Can I look at it?"

  He smiled. "I thought ye'd never ask."

  I stayed next to him but got up on my knees so I could see his lap more clearly. He stepped out of his boxers and took three steps to the right so he was standing right next to my bed. I was left on my knees a few feet away, and I looked at him curiously. There was a lambskin rug beside my bed, and he pointed down to it.

  "If yer gonna be on yer knees, ye may as well be comfortable."

  I stood up and walked the few feet to the rug. I could have said I'd prefer not kneel if that was what I wanted, but it wasn't. I had an insane attraction to his cock, and for reasons even I didn't understand, I wanted to be near it. I didn't even stop to look at him or kiss him before I went to my knees. I wanted to rub my face against it like I'd done to his leg a minute ago. I wrapped my hands around his thighs, leaving them on the backside of his leg. I was face to face with his erection, and rubbed my cheek against it with a feather-light touch.

  He put his hand on the back of my head, and applied some pressure, and the feel of being pressed up against him made desire flow in my core, wet and hot. I couldn't hold back a little whimper, and when it escaped, I glanced up at him. He looked at the ceiling as if the sight of me down there like that was too much to handle.

  He looked down at me again, and I went to work. With a barely opened mouth, I used the tip of my tongue to slowly lick from the base to the tip, and when I got there, I put my closed lips at his head and opened slightly, letting him barely dip into my mouth. He had loosened his grip on my head, but when I took him into my mouth like that, he tightened his grip again. He didn’t force himself into me; he just held my head securely in place by a handful of my hair.

  I took him deeper into my mouth. He let me lead, but also gave pressure. He thrust into my mouth several times, each time putting about half of his huge piece inside me. I wrapped my hand around the lower part and took him in several more times. The way he thrust into my mouth mimicked the way I wanted him to fill me in other places, and I felt that same hot liquid gush that only he could give me. I'd never in my life been so turned on. I felt like I could go over the edge right there without even being touched. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of him in my mouth, but turned my head to the side to break the contact after a few more thrusts.

  I bit my lip, and glanced up at him. "I can't wait anymore." I stood up and sprang onto the bed.

  "I thought I was calling the shots."

  "Yeah, but if I don't get you in here sort of quick," I said, pointing down toward the top of my thighs, "It might be over before it starts."

  He climbed on top of me and I stared at the rows of muscles on his ribs and chest. He was so thick and heavy on me, and my body, which had been aching to touch his, soaked in the feel of his skin. My eyes met his and we conveyed our mutual affection with a wordless exchange. That was the moment I wanted to say 'I love you' for the first time. It would have been a good time to say it, and even more than that, I felt like it was true, but for whatever reason, I kept it inside. He didn't say it out loud either, but we both said a lot with our eyes. The eye contact was epic and unmistakable.

  "I want you so bad I can't stand it any more," I said. My tone was vulnerable, and I wiggled impatiently underneath him.

  "I'm gonna give ye yer way this time, because yer asking so nice, and because I'm dying to get inside ye, but it's not always gonna be this fast. And I'm not wearing a fucking condom anymore if neither of us are gonna be with anyone else."

  I stared up at the light stubble on his jaw, thinking I could never, ever imagine wanting someone as much as I wanted him. As far as I was concerned, I'd never be with anyone else for as long as I lived. He let his hips rest against me, and mine lifted to grind against him. I pushed against him with significant force, and moaned, feeling frustrated that he wasn't filling me yet.

  "Please!" I begged. I ran my hands up and down his arms a few times, loving the way they were lined with hard muscle.

  He sighed. "Shite, Megan, I love it when ye beg me like thaa."

  "If you love it so much, then give it to me."

  He centered himself on top of me, and then he took his piece into his
hand, and rubbed it against the outside of my center.

  "Do it," I begged. "Please. I want it so bad."

  "Megan, I need to warn ye, I want ye at least as much as ye want me," he said. "I want ye so bad, I'm afraid I'm gonna hurt ye."

  "You're not going to hurt me. I have experience, Rory."

  That must have pissed him off just enough for him to give me what I was asking for. Without further argument, he pushed into me. The searing sensation of being filled so quickly and completely took my breath away, and for a second I regretted begging for him to do it, but the pain quickly faded into undeniable pleasure. When it did, my eyes popped open to meet his, and we both smiled. "Is it in all the way?"

  "About half. Maybe a little more."

  My head instantly rose off the pillow as I looked down between us. "Seriously?" I asked.

  He pulled back to show me that his hand was still wrapped around the base of it.

  "Okay do it, but take it slow," I said.

  He removed his hand and put the weight of his upper body down on mine. His mouth came down beside my ear and he whispered, "Like this?" as he gently pushed a bit further into me.

  "Yes," I whispered, back.

  My eyes were closed and I totally gave over to enjoying the sensation. He bent to put his mouth on my neck again, right at my collarbone where I showed him before. He put his open mouth onto my neck and gently sucked as he continued to add pressure with his hips. For whatever reason, the feel of him inside me while he sucked on my neck was just the thing my body craved. The sensation caused by the combination of the two was unexplainably good. It unleashed my body's ability to have an earth-shattering orgasm.

  I grabbed the back of his head, wanting so badly for him to continue sucking on my neck. I'd been concentrating on that so much that I hadn't even noticed he began gently pushing in and out of me. Both of our hips started moving in an erotic dance, and his mouth remained locked onto my neck. I knew he was sucking hard enough to leave a mark, and the thought of it sent me over the top. I held on tightly as he thrust into me again and again.

  "Yessss! Oh shiiiit, Rory, yes!"

  He buried himself deep inside me with significant force, and let me ride out the amazing orgasm. I had never felt anything like that, and wasn't sure I would ever again.

  I had been completely out of my mind for an undisclosed amount of time. A few tears had escaped my eyes on the process, and I wiped at them with the back of my hand as I looked up to meet him.

  "Are ye all right?"

  I sighed. "You know I am," I said.

  He gave me a gorgeous half-smile. "Ye looked like ye were havin' fun."

  "Oh, I was."

  "I'm about to have some fun too," he said.

  "Oh yeah?" I asked. I bit my lip.

  "Yep. Stand on that rug again, only this time, I want you to turn around and lean over the bed."

  I did, and he came around to stand behind me.

  He entered me from behind. It felt completely different than it had when he was on top—like he was reaching new areas inside me. My back arched instinctually and I glanced back at him. The sight of him standing behind me like that was something I'd later daydream about, and I could appreciate that, even as it was happening. He filled me again and again, to the point where I thought I might lose myself for the second time. I teetered on the edge of that wonderful precipice until he pulled out and, a few seconds later, found his release on my back. I felt it hit me, warm and wet, and I looked back to watch him finish.

  He took a step back and looked down at me. I was still leaned over the bed, hesitating to move because I didn't want anything to drip.

  "Ye look good like this," he said, smiling and cocking his head at me like one would appreciate a painting.

  I arched my back, and tried to turn to get a look at my back. "That felt good," I said.

  "Ye mean getting it from behind?"

  "Yeah. Did it feel good to you too?"

  He didn't answer. He just smiled at me in such a way that he didn't need to. He put on his boxer shorts before he crossed to the bathroom and got a towel. He gently wiped my back with it, and then threw the towel onto the floor. I stood to face him, and when I did, he took me into his arms and fell with me onto the bed. He wrapped around me, squeezing me tightly, like a boa constrictor.

  I giggled, and settled comfortably into his grasp.

  "Yer never leavin' me again."

  "I won't," I promised. "I wanted to be with you all along, I was just scared that—"

  "Ye don't need to be scared."

  "I know that now."

  "What made ye know it?"

  "I just know it in my heart," I said. "Plus, you told me."

  "I'm glad ye listened, because I wasn't really prepared to take no for an answer."

  "I can't imagine telling you no, Rory. I'm sorry I thought I had to." I nestled against him. "It feels good to be right here."

  "I told ye we were meant to be, ye and I." His voice was low, and rumbled in his chest when he spoke.

  "I'm glad this is happening," I said.

  "Me too."

  We fell asleep like that. Of course it was an hour later, after we let Thor back in and talked some more, but we did fall asleep in each other's arms. We made plans to have pancakes with my family and then black-eyed peas and cabbage with Tom for dinner the next night, but didn’t talk about what we'd do in between, and I was curious as to whether we'd end up spending the whole day together. He hadn't said as much, but he made it clear that he didn't want me leaving his side, so I guess that counted for something.

  Chapter 20

  I woke up with my head on Rory's chest. Sunlight was coming through the window, and I picked my head up just a little to look on the bedside table.

  "Mornin'."

  Just the one word in that Irish accent was enough to make me smile. I scrunched my face up in a look of pure joy before burying it in his chest again. On the way down, I registered that the clock said 8:13.

  "Sorry if I woke ye up. I was trying to be still," he said.

  "You didn't." I raised my head to look at him again. Because of my angle, I was staring at the edge jaw, which was dusted with facial hair. I wondered why in the world I would have ever deprived myself of jumping in feet first with him. He saw me looking at him and rubbed his jaw.

  "I need to shave."

  "I like it."

  He smiled and glanced down at me. "Ye need to learn how to shave me with one of those straight razors like they use at the barber. Maybe get all done up like a pin-up girl and give me a shave and a hot towel."

  "Have you ever let anyone shave your face before?" I asked, trying to think if I even knew a guy who went to a barbershop to get a shave. Even my friend Lee, who was a big fan of manscaping, shaved his own face.

  "Sure," he said, as if it was a common thing.

  "By a girl?"

  "Sure," he said again. "A las is just as good with a razor as a man."

  I stared at the hair on his jawline, imagining myself trying to get it off of there smoothly and without injury. Great. Now I was going to have to go to beauty school at night to try to learn how to keep my man happy. I smiled at the thought.

  "What?" he asked, squeezing me. "I was just thinking about shaving you."

  "I'll let you," he said.

  "I don't think I'm worthy of that kind of trust right now. I might need to practice on something else besides your face."

  "Ye don't have to if it makes ye nervous. Ye can just get dressed up like a pin-up girl and pretend to do it. That'll be good enough."

  I started to say something funny about playing pretend, but Thor jumped onto the bed, startling me. I had totally forgotten he was in there. "Get down," Rory said. He used a quiet but impassive, low tone, and Thor jumped off the bed immediately.

  "I usually let him up here," I said.

  "Well I don't," Rory said. "I don't mind if ye leave his kennel open, but he's not allowed on the bed while I'm in it."

  "
Why? Are you alpha dog or something?" I asked, giggling a little.

  I was kidding but he said, "Aye, and he needs to know it."

  I watched as Thor rested his head on the side of the bed and Rory put his hand on it to give him an absentminded scratch.

  "You love him," I said.

  "Maybe a little."

  I almost said, "You love me too," just to see what he'd say, but I got too nervous to do it.

  "I have to take a piss," he said, effectively drawing me from my thoughts of love confessions.

  He got up and crossed to the bathroom. He picked up his boxers on the way, and when he came back, he was wearing them.

  "Are you ever gonna grow your hair back out like Drake's?" I asked, saying out loud the thought that crossed my mind as he walked back toward the bed.

  "Why? Ye fancy me looking like Drake?"

  "No," I said defensively. "Actually, I was just thinking about how I got the best one."

  "I'll ask ye that when I have to get on a boat and go away for a month," he said, as if he was dreading the day when that would inevitably happen.

  He sat on the edge of the bed with his pants in his hand, poised to slip them on.

  "Hey," I said, poking his hip with my finger.

  He looked at me.

  "I know what I'm getting into," I said. "You have to trust me just like I have to trust you."

  He turned and threw his knee onto the bed so he could face me. He was everything I wanted, and I stared adoringly at him.

  "There are things I won't be able to tell ye, but I need ye to take hope that it won't always be like this. When dad retires, I have plans to quit with him. We have the fishing business, and we'll continue to run that, but I won't be on long trips anymore."

  I almost acted ignorant that he had any other business besides fishing, but I decided we were probably past that. "How exactly do you retire from being a pirate?" I asked.

  If he was surprised at my candor, he didn't show it. He didn't even flinch when I said the word.