by Angel Devlin
Get in there. Whooooo hoooo.
Cillian picked me up and carried me into the room, dropping the flowers onto the floor. Then he kicked the door firmly closed behind him.
Dinner could wait.
Room Serviced
Anna
My clothes came off a lot faster than they went on and we fell back onto my bed, barely breaking off from kissing except to move pieces of clothing between ourselves.
I was lying on my side, Cillian’s legs tangled with my own, and we kissed on and on while he stroked his fingers up and down my back. Pushing me back against the bed slightly he ran a hand over the cup of my bra and edged inside, taking in the feel of my flesh before teasing my nipple to a hardened peak with his fingertips.
My breathing became laboured, more so as he pushed the bra strap down off my shoulder, exposing my breast and lowering his head down to suck my nipple into his mouth.
“Ohhhh.”
The fingers of his right hand trailed down my side and while his mouth was busy, his fingers crept under the material of my panties and began teasing my clit, before entering my heat and then returning to tease me again. I bet this guy could rub his stomach in a circle while patting his head at the same time, and I made a note to ask him before my brain turned on me and yelled.
Are you fucking stupid? You’re getting laid. Concentrate.
I’d had a couple of lovers before Chris, but I’d been with him all those years and while he was good in bed, I’d kind of got used to the order of proceedings and a lot of the time I’d have to admit to faking it to get it over with. It came to me then, while I had another man’s mouth and fingers on me, that I’d got bored and been more interested in the wedding than in the guy I was actually marrying.
Then Cillian pushed me back onto the bed, pulled down my panties and placed his mouth over my clit and all my thoughts aside from ‘Oh my God’ disappeared.
His tongue darted and teased. He lifted his head up.
“Open your eyes.” He said in that beautiful accent.
My no doubt lust-fuelled gaze focused on him.
“You’re beautiful and I’d rather feast on you than that restaurant food any day of the week.” He smirked and then returned his attentions to my core.
My stomach answered for me by letting out an enormous rumble, causing Cillian to shake with laughter while he dined on me. His tongue plunged inside me and I bucked up off the bed, my head back against the pillow, my breasts arching outwards.
“Oh my God. I’m so close.”
He picked up speed, and I clutched at his head with my hands as I came over his face, rocked by tremors.
Breathless, I collapsed back against the bed, lifting an arm and part covering my face with my hand.
He climbed back up the bed and lying next to me he moved my hand and stared into my face.
“It’s no good going shy now.”
I blushed. “Thank you, that was, well, amazing.”
He turned onto his back. “My pleasure.”
I couldn’t help but notice his rather large erection tenting his boxer briefs and thought the least I could do was stroke it and see where we ended up. I moved in closer and let my fingers trail down his abdomen and down the waistband of his boxers.
He turned and caught my lips with his own again as I fastened my hand around his shaft and began to stroke his velvety soft cock. He let out a satisfied sigh.
My hand was restricted within the confines of the boxers so I broke off from our kissing and sat up, getting hold of the waistband. Cillian raised his hips as I pulled his boxers down and discarded them to the floor. His dick looked a decent size, certainly an inch larger than I was used to. It was purple and angry looking, like it was straining for release. Fastening my hand back around him I lowered my head and captured him in my mouth.
“Ahhh.”
I stroked the base of his shaft while my tongue swirled around his tip and then I sucked on him, taking him as far back in my throat as I could. I increased my speed, but Cillian stopped me.
“Oh no, sweetheart. I’m not coming in your mouth tonight. Not first anyway. I want inside you.”
“Do you have a condom?” I asked him. “Because I have some if not.”
A cheeky grin broke out over his face. “Did you anticipate this happening, or did you just bring them in case any bloke in Dublin fancied throwing it into ya?”
I threw a pillow at his head. “In case of you, and now I’m embarrassed.”
Cillian got off the bed and reached into his wallet bringing out a wrapper. “I brought this in case my dreams came true.”
“Your dreams?”
“Yeah, for in case that one I met in that club let me get in her knickers.”
For that he got a second pillow thrown at him.
He picked them up and put them back on the bed and then I watched as he unwrapped a condom and placed it over his cock.
“Now, where were we?” He winked.
He jumped on the bed and I let out a girly scream. “You made me jump.”
“I’m going to make you something.” He said, as he parted my legs and laid between them.
My breath hitched as I waited for him to push inside me. When he did, it brought it all home that it was over with Chris and I was onto something new. Whether that was the guy here now, or another in the future. A different path had emerged and right now that destination appeared to be paradise.
He moved slowly inside me and back out, back and forth. We fit together perfectly, his body and mine. He captured my mouth with his once again. As our movements quickened and pressure built, it was hard to breathe with our lips locked together but I didn’t want to stop kissing him. We stayed together until the very last moment when I felt the tremors build inside me and then he stopped thrusting before his own climax came bringing mine along with it.
We collapsed back against the bed, a tangle of limbs and sweaty flesh.
Satisfied and warm, I drifted off to sleep for a while in Cillian’s arms. When I woke it had turned dark, the lights from the street lamps outside casting an amber glow over the room. The alarm clock at the side of the bed said it was 10:26 pm.
“Cillian.” I whispered.
He moaned something unintelligible.
“Cillian.” I repeated a little louder.
He opened an eye. “What time is it?”
“Almost half-ten and I’m starving. Do you want something because I’m going to order room service?”
He stretched, and I admired his taut physique as he did so. I wanted to dance my fingers down his pecs, along those abs and follow the happy trail.
“Sure. Can I have a look at the menu?”
As I went to pass it to him, he pulled me back down onto the bed. “How long do you think the food will take to come?”
“Longer than me.” I smirked.
“So we’ll order and then I want seconds of you.” My stomach fizzed with excitement before it let out another loud rumble that made Cillian belly laugh.
We ate burgers and fries and I chatted about my journey here. It was so easy. In the back of my mind was the niggling feeling that I should have been feeling regret about jumping straight into bed with this guy. I should have been playing it cool instead, but the fact remained that I didn’t give a damn. I’d had a thoroughly amazing time.
After eating we both showered which ended up taking a lot longer than if we’d have gone in separately and then Cillian got dressed while I put on my pyjamas.
“Well, look at you all sexy in your little check jammies.”
“I’ve my fluffy bed socks to put on yet.” I giggled.
“See, I’d let you warm your cold feet on me.”
“If you stay I’ll get no sleep whatsoever. Now I’ve been travelling, and then you’ve worn me out with all these sexcapades.”
“Sexcapades.” He nodded his head. “I like it.”
“Now I need you to leave so I, and the neighbouring hotel patrons, can sleep. I will see you t
omorrow if I’m still coming on your tour.”
“Okay, well you have a lie in and a sightsee and I’ll meet you at 2pm tomorrow afternoon outside the tourist information place.”
He walked over to me and gave me a deep, lingering kiss. “I’ll see you tomorrow, and we’ll see if you can keep your clothes on around me then. It’ll be a little embarrassing if you strip off in the centre of Dublin but I’m all for doing it alfresco.”
I pointed to the door. “Out.”
He moved away laughing and gave me a kiss on the cheek as he left. I went back to my bed and threw myself against the mattress. What a night! What an amazing night. I picked up my mobile. Now to tell my family and friends that I stayed in and ordered room service. It wasn’t a lie was it?!
It’s the little things,
(and the not so little…)
Anna
I got up and ate breakfast and then I went back to bed, lying there reading my kindle. With a cup of tea at my side, I relaxed, enjoying the feel of the towelling robe I’d found hanging in the wardrobe.
Cillian had texted me to say he’d got back home safely last night and then he’d sent two more texts this morning. Let’s put it this way, I couldn’t have shown them my mother.
I wandered down to the tourist information office after asking two people for directions, arriving fifteen minutes before the tour started. There he was, standing with a bright green flag with the tour company name on it. As his eyes searched the crowds and then fixed on mine, a great big smile broke out across his face and he raised a hand. I waved back.
He hugged me. “Why do I have to take these fekin eejits around when I just want to go back to bed with you?” He whispered in my ear.
“I want the tour, so I’m one of your fekin eejits. Now get ready to show me around the place.”
“Okay, get ready to be bowled over once again by my charms.”
I tilted my head at him. “Have you been kissing the Blarney stone a little too enthusiastically?”
“Only if you’ve changed your name.” He winked.
I think I’d have found a walking tour with anyone else boring, but Cillian’s enthusiasm poured out and he charmed everyone there. I couldn’t fail to notice the young women elbowing each other then staring at him.
When the tour finished and everyone walked off, two women hung on for a moment until Cillian ran over to me and gave me a massive snog. I watched over his shoulder as one shrugged at the other and they walked away. I had to admit to feeling a little smug.
“Now, do you like steak?” He asked.
“I love it.”
“Okay, follow me. We’re going back to Temple Bar.”
We ate in a fantastic steakhouse and then he took me to the Palace Bar which he said had great craic. They had musicians playing, and the atmosphere was amazing.
The night drew to a close and Cillian walked me back to the hotel. I felt like we’d been on a proper date and I didn’t know what to expect now. Was he going home, or coming to my room?
“So, I didn’t want to presume but I know tomorrow is the day you were supposed to be getting married…”
My face fell. In all the fun of the evening it had escaped my mind.
“So I wondered, seeing as I just so happen to have my toothbrush on me, if I could keep you company this evening? Then I’m here in the morning, where I happen to have the day off and can provide you with a whole slew of entertainment in order to make tomorrow an amazing day.”
I drew my hand to my face, resting my chin on my thumb and placing my index finger over my lips. “Hmmm, let me think about that…”
Cillian picked me up and carried me inside the hotel entrance into the lobby before placing me down. “You thought yet?”
“I’ll think better in my room. Race you. Last one there’s a loser.”
As the light filtered in through my window the following morning, I propped myself up against my headboard and thought about what I would have been doing now. What Tania would be doing now in my place. The hairdresser had been booked for ten am and the make-up lady for eleven. Me, my mum, and bridesmaids, would have had champagne to help quell my nerves. My dress would have been hung over the door, the photographer around taking photos of the preparation. My nails would have been manicured the night before. I looked at my hands and felt grateful that the French polish I’d had done was chipping off and that I didn’t look wedding day perfect. Thinking about it, about the extensions that were going to be clipped in to help with the elaborate hairstyle I’d seen in a bridal magazine, it was all fake anyway. The hair, the nails. That wasn’t me, who I really was. I didn’t wander around trying to emulate a fairy princess and would have probably ended up looking like a drag queen. I could picture it now, the make-up stood thick off my face for the ‘photos’. Suddenly, I realized I felt fine exactly where I was. In bed, with this warm body at the side of me. Even if it was snoring loudly. Then I pictured myself in a registry office, with Cillian at my side while I wore my jeans and a jumper.
“Morning.”
I startled, both at his voice and because of my thoughts. Was this what they called a rebound? Were my feelings exaggerated and amplified because of my situation?
“Top of the morning to ya.” I said.
“You know we don’t say that, don’t you?”
“Well you should. I like it.”
“Do you like this?” He said, pulling back the sheet to reveal his morning wood. Then he pulled me back down under the covers.
“So after breakfast I’m taking you to a museum.”
“What? Can’t we come back to bed? I don’t want to go to a museum, they’re boring.”
“I’m going to prove you wrong, and no we can’t stay in bed. You’ve worn my dick off, it needs a rest. Might have to see if the hotel has a first aid kit so I can bandage him up.”
After what became brunch despite Cillian claiming injury, I reluctantly trailed beside him as we headed to the museum. As we pulled up in front of the brick built building with its green signs, I burst out laughing. “A leprechaun museum?”
“See. I told ya you’d enjoy it. It’s the best museum in Dublin.”
We bought tickets and waited for the next tour to start.
He was right. I loved every minute. The tour guide was a master storyteller, and she enchanted me with Irish folklore while we moved from one room to the next. My favourite was a room filled with giant furniture so you became a leprechaun size yourself and I climbed on the furniture giggling. At times Cillian had to help me, the furniture was really high. He’d brought his camera, and he snapped pictures while I was captivated by my surroundings. I guessed having been before it wasn’t as exciting for him, but I made him climb on a huge chair with me anyway.
“Oh my God, this is brilliant.” I told him. “Thank you for bringing me here.”
“I told you. You need to have faith in me. I know what I’m talking about.”
“Yes, I’m very lucky to have met you.” I said.
“You are.” He winked.
“So what’s next?” I squinted as the daylight hit my eyes after an hour spent in relative darkness.
“Food and then a trip to the Guinness factory. You didn’t do that already, did you?”
Sadly that took my mind back to the last time I’d been here. “No, I didn’t really get to do anything then.”
“Come on then.” He said.
We walked for a while looking for somewhere to eat and then I recognised the familiar branding of my favourite pizzeria. “You call Pizza Express, Milano’s.” I said.
“Now, what’ya talking about there, you’ve lost me.”
I stopped outside the restaurant. “This is where I go to eat my favourite pizza. Only in Sheffield it’s called Pizza Express.”
“Well we like to take our time in Dublin and enjoy food, so that’s probably why we called it somet’ing else. We eating here then?”
“Yes please.”
From there we caught a bus to the
Guinness Storehouse. The history of the making of Guinness wasn’t so bad and we had a little taster during the tour, followed by a pint in the Gravity Bar with its 360 degree views of Dublin as it ended.
I was so busy enjoying my drink and chatting with Cillian that 2pm came and went without my even noticing. I finally looked at the clock at 2:48 pm.
“Thank you.”
Cillian leaned closer. “What are you thanking me for?”
“The time came and went and I was too busy enjoying being here with you to even notice.”
“Good. There’s nothing to be gained by thinking on that gobshite. Here, let’s make a toast.”
I raised my pint glass.
“Thanks for being a maggot, Chris, so I get the pleasure of this beautiful lady today. Here’s to your future, the lovely Anna - without the gobshite in it. May you have all t’luck in the world, you deserve it.”
He chinked my glass.
“Slainte.”
I repeated it and then asked him what it meant. He clutched his stomach with laughter. “So it could have meant ‘I have a really hairy box’ but you just took me in good faith and repeated it?”
“Yes, I trust you, so don’t let me down by saying it means something horrible.”
“It means good health, or cheers.”
“Phew.”
“Do you mean that though? You trust me? Even after everything that went on with your ex?”
“You’re not him and I don’t want to judge my future life on what that gobshite,” I used Cillian’s turn of phrase, “did to me. You’ve given me no reason not to.”
“That means a lot.”
I finished up my pint. “I’m going to get my dad a souvenir from the gift shop. He likes a Guinness.” I paused. “Although he likes whiskey more.”
“We can do the whiskey tour Monday if you like? I have work in the morning but I’ll be done by two.”
“Yes please. I love whiskey.”
“Sssh.” He placed a finger over my mouth. “You can’t say that in the Guinness building.”
“Is it closed tomorrow?” I asked, wondering why we couldn’t go then.
“Err, no, it’s just there’s a prior engagement tomorrow.”
“Oh, what’s that?”
“I always eat with my ma and da on a Sunday.”
