The Irish Lottery: A Friends-to-Lovers Contemporary Romance (Irish Kiss)
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My cock pulsed painfully. She looked better than I could have ever imagined. Sexier than any woman I’d ever seen naked. Her soft hair tumbled free around her face and shoulders invitingly. The nervous way she chewed her lip had me wanting to groan. Even her bare feet and pink painted toenails were a turn-on.
She was fucking perfect.
Her eyes, wide with terror and excitement, locked onto mine. Her name was on my tongue, ready to be exhaled.
But I kept it to myself. I could not give myself away. Not yet.
Aubrey
All four of the masked men were eyeing me with heated appreciation. But Blue Eyes was staring at me more intensely than the others, awe shining out from his face. I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
He stepped closer as one of the others nudge-pushed him forward.
I stumbled back, my lungs tightening as they all crowded into my apartment. Every drop of saliva in my mouth dried up.
Someone locked the door behind them with a click.
Holy shit. Was this really happening?
I could hardly breathe, feeling like they were stealing all the air. They were bigger in real life than the image had led me to believe. I supposed that several big, tall guys didn’t seem as imposing when they were only around other big, tall guys. But seeing them now, towering over me, fear crept in. Louder than fear was excitement pounding through my body with every drum of my heartbeat.
“Hi. Hey,” I heard myself mumbling. “Hi, um…” I’d said hi already.
What do I do now? Did I offer them a drink?
Dear God, Aubrey. They’re here to pleasure you, not for afternoon tea.
Oh, shit. They were here for me.
Warmth pooled low in my core. I felt like prey standing before a pack of wolves ready to tear me apart. Every nerve ending in my body was popping off, a rapid fire of heat and prickling, tingling excitement that had me on edge and my senses on high alert. It was exhilarating. Terrifying. I wanted to run but I was frozen to the spot.
Blue Eyes seemed to sense my apprehension. He smiled, warm and comforting. Like he was telling me, we got this. We got you.
I felt calm for all of one second.
Before the four of them advanced on me.
Aubrey
They surrounded me.
Blue Eyes was front and center, taking up my vision. I couldn’t see the others but I could feel them all around me, feel their body heat pressing in close. I could smell the mix of male scents that invaded every breath and overwhelmed me.
Hands gripped my hips from behind, running up my sides towards my breasts. More hands on my thighs, my hips, my stomach.
A squeak of surprise escaped me as hands found the intimate flesh between my thighs but not quite touching me there. Fingers trailed the swell of my breasts. A hand trailed up my breastbone to my throat.
My pulse was pounding in my ears, I couldn’t hear anything but my heartbeat. I couldn’t feel anything but the overload of touch. My body screamed and begged for more even as my knees threatened to give out and leave me in a puddle at their feet.
Blue Eyes hadn’t put his hands on me yet. He was just watching me, his eyes flaring with hunger at every noise that escaped me. Maybe it was because he was holding back, but I craved his touch more than anyone else’s.
“Do something,” I whispered to him. “Please.”
His nostrils flared. His fingers came up to grip my chin and tilt up my face. Looking back, I should have known right then, should have recognized this familiar touch. He leaned in, pausing an inch away from my lips and exhaling before he claimed my mouth.
I had no thought as he kissed me. No name. I was lost in the way his lips moved against mine, the sweep of his tongue and the taste of mint.
He sucked the last little bit of worry and fear from me and I relaxed in his arms, in all their hands.
As if this was the cue, I felt the hands on me go from gentle to sure. Over my breasts, pinching at my pebbled nipples, curving over my backside. Mouths joined the hands, teeth tagging, tongues tasting, leaving slightly damp spots that cooled quickly and heightened the sensations running wild through me.
Blue Eyes pulled his mouth off me and I let out a whimper.
My top was tugged up and off me, my heavy breasts falling exposed. My panties were slipped down my thighs by two hands of different men in unison like it had been planned, further heightening my excitement.
Instinctively, I made a move to cross my arms in front of me, to hide my sudden nakedness. But hands from behind me gripped my arms just above my elbows, locking my arms slightly behind me, forcing me to push my chest out to Blue Eyes as though I was being presented to him.
He let out a groan as his gaze brushed across my body, causing my nipples to harden to near painful.
I felt so vulnerable.
Exposed.
Yet totally and utterly safe.
I heard the clink of belts and rustle of clothing being removed around me. But I couldn’t take my eyes off Blue, who was stripping off his shirt with one hand.
I sucked in a breath. He was more beautiful than I remembered from the website image. Broad, rounded shoulders…thick, muscled torso…smooth, lightly tanned skin that begged to be touched.
Blue traced light fingers from my chin down the swells of my body, wildfire igniting along his gasoline touch. Before he stepped in close, close enough that I could feel how hard he was and how hot his skin was, he kissed me again.
With greedy hands I touched the wide plains of his chest, luxuriating in the rough patch of golden hair in the center, before running them down the ridges of his six-pack. Just…wow.
Everywhere around me I could feel the heat of skin, the firmness of toned muscle. I knew that every single one of these men was as gorgeous as Blue. Hands and mouths continued to explore my body until I was shaking. I could feel their restraint and wished they’d lose control and just put me out of my misery.
I wanted them to touch me there.
But they didn’t.
They came close.
Achingly.
Teasingly.
Close.
Again and again.
Until I could feel my wetness slick across the insides of my thighs. Until I was moaning, gasping, pleading into the mouth of the one with blue eyes.
He growled and I felt him push away the hands that were holding back my arms. His arms replaced them as my prison, wrapping around me like a vice and lifting me up against him. Instinctively I wrapped my legs around him. We let out twin groans as my naked wetness pressed against his clothed hard-on.
He carried me through my apartment to my bedroom, the others right behind. Looking back, I should have wondered how he already knew where to go. But I was too lost in the depths of his ocean blues as he carried me to my bed like I weighed nothing. He kneeled on the mattress and placed me on the neatly made spread.
Oh, God.
This was really happening.
I thought he might stay there between my legs, but he didn’t. He moved aside and laced his fingers with mine, pressing my hand into the bed as he kissed my neck. On my other side, another one grabbed my wrist and held me captive before diving towards a breast. More hands held open my thighs. One of them growled with approval as I lay exposed to him, writhing helplessly under the palms and mouths of his friends.
I expected to feel fear at being pinned and at their mercy. Instead, I felt safe and warm and wanted.
So wanted. More wanted than I’d ever felt before.
One of them kneeled between my legs as he began to explore me, using his fingertips to stroke me from entrance to clit. Every pass sent more liquid heat through me, and I quickly found myself moving with him, moving my hips in time to him.
Someone’s lips closed around my nipple and I cried out, my back arching as the one between my legs sped up his torturously slow stroking. Electricity bolted through my belly sending shockwaves of warmth radiating through me that collided with the pleasure I felt from the sk
illed fingers working between my thighs.
Lost in the moment, in the ecstasy, I squeezed my eyes closed and arched my back, silently begging them all for more, more, more.
I’d never been more turned on in my life. I’d never experienced anything like this. Didn’t realize it could feel this good. I heard myself begging them pitifully not to stop around moans of pure pleasure.
Was this what I’d been missing? Was this what sex was supposed to be?
Between my legs, the stroking had sped up and I could feel a thumb on my clit working circles with my own moisture. I should be embarrassed at how wet I was. But in that moment, nothing mattered except for the edge which I was barreling towards.
I started bucking, wanting to hurry it up. Hands pinned my hips down, easily holding me immobile.
These four strangers could do whatever they wanted with me.
The pinch of fear spiced my pleasure in a way I never thought I’d like and felt a bit ashamed to admit.
The fingers circling between my legs sped up. Teeth nibbled on my earlobe and hands continued to roam every inch of me with more pressure than before. But I…couldn’t.
“Just let go,” Blue whispered in my ear, his voice rough and low.
I turned my head to lock eyes with him. That was all I needed. I cried out as everything tightened up, my whole body bearing down so tightly I felt near pain. Pleasure imploded deep in my core.
I lay there, trembling as aftershocks attacked me. There was a shift and I felt very wet lips on my hip and thigh and knew the one that had brought me to orgasm had traded places with someone else.
Slowly, the mouth moved up my thigh. I thought I might not be able to take any more, but the soft kisses only seemed to bring my need back to life.
It wasn’t possible. I couldn’t want more again so soon, could I? I heard a moan coming from me as his mouth neared my pussy, hands continuing to stroke every inch of the rest of me. Apparently, I could.
Finally, the second man, stretched out on his belly between my legs, licked his tongue across my slit, causing me to cry out. He licked me again and again.
His fingers pressed aside the flesh on either side of my clit, his green eyes watching me from between my legs, a smirk on his lips before he formed a seal around my throbbing button. White hot pleasure seared through me. He teased the little bundle of nerves between his lips, with his teeth and the tip of his tongue.
I was moaning, struggling to buck. I barely recognized myself, acting like a hungry little slut, so desperate for more.
I didn’t care. I was desperate. I needed this. And it felt better than I’d ever imagined.
Bolts of electricity shot through my core from the magical spot his tongue was working. My body was gathering, tightening, and with every second ticking by I knew I was closer and closer.
“Please don’t stop,” I begged as my belly tightened up.
“Close again already?” someone growled.
“Oh, God.” It’s all I could manage to get out.
The whole world exploded in white and I let out a long, low howl as pleasure ripped through my core. I could feel my body squeezing so tightly it ached as ripple after ripple of pleasure washed over me.
The lips and tongue on me eased up a lot as if he knew how oversensitive the spot was. “So sweet,” he mumbled as he ran his tongue up me, tasting me one last time.
I wanted to lift my head, to look at him, to look at them all, but all I could do was stare at the ceiling as my body melted into a puddle in the middle of my bed.
I felt certain every inch of me had been touched, every bit of exposed flesh had been kissed and licked, and I couldn’t recall a time I’d felt as pampered, as sexy, as desired. All these men wanted me, I could feel it in their touches, hear it in their deep moans and growls. I’d never been so out of control of my body, never been so totally in someone else’s control. It was freeing and sexy and incredible.
Suddenly, the whole world shifted as the third man grabbed me and did a quick movement almost like a wrestler. Suddenly, I was on top of him. A hand fisted in my hair and gently pulled back while others were lifting my shoulders and sitting me upright. The man under me was naked and I could feel a barrier between us. They’d thought to use protection.
His green eyes locked on me as he adjusted himself. I’d expected him to enter me, but he didn’t. He merely settled himself between my folds and grabbed my hips. Suddenly, I was moving, rubbing on him in a way that had me tossing my head back and moaning. It was incredible, just the right amount of pleasure and excitement.
Hands teased my breasts, fingertips dug into my skin, and I could feel them being overly intimate without invading me once more. Excitement thundered through me and I could feel my heart beating so hard I wondered if it was going to break my breastbone.
I tried to tilt my hips as my body demanded more, tried to take him inside me, but he shifted and prevented me from getting the angle I needed. With a whimper of disappointment that quickly shifted to excitement as hands began to tease and pinch and roll my nipples once more, I found myself bucking and moving harder, faster, headlong towards yet another orgasm. I could feel his erection getting harder and harder as I slid over it. The way his fingertips dug into my hips left me worried about bruises tomorrow. I realized I didn’t give a damn. Let them bruise me. Let them mark me. No one else would see but me, and I sure as hell wouldn’t mind the reminder.
A hand found my throat, holding but not squeezing, and another set of fingers grabbed a palmful of my backside and squeezed.
All the sensations met in my center and my vision went white. The whole world ceased as pleasure rolled through me. My hips bucked erratically and I felt them holding me up, keeping me moving, supporting me with strong arms and powerful hands as the third orgasm tore through my being.
I sagged but didn’t fall. I could hear their whispers and growls even though my broken brain couldn’t make heads or tails of what they were saying.
Suddenly, I was scooped up and laid back on the bed.
I lifted my head as the door closed behind three of the men. I was alone with the blue-eyed one. The only one yet to bring me to orgasm. Dazed and trembling, I could only whimper as I stared up at him, wondering what he had in store for me and praying I could withstand it.
Aubrey
His eyes were fiercely blue like the center of twin flames, hot with desire.
“Who are you?” I whispered, wanting to know at the same time not.
I knew that the NDA was supposed to protect them from me saying anything, but I hadn’t expected them to still wear their masks. Part of me liked it. Liked the anonymity. Like they could brush past me along one of Dublin’s cobbled lanes tomorrow and I wouldn’t know it.
He didn’t respond and I wondered what he had in store for me. I shivered. He was just studying me like I was the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen. How could this stranger feel so comfortable and…familiar?
Three orgasms. I’d had three. Three mind-blowing orgasms. Yet some part of me whispered that the best was yet to come.
I hadn’t expected it to be like this. I hadn’t really had any idea what would happen, but I expected a lot more sex. They’d all been very careful not to fuck me and that was the one thing I was wanting more than anything else in that moment.
Blue gently pressed me back down onto the bed. I followed his silent instructions. My whole body was still humming with pleasure and excitement, and he parted my knees and slid between them, pressing his moist lips to the inside of my thigh, moving up bit by bit. It didn’t feel like he was trying to please me; it felt like he was worshiping me.
Squeezing my eyes closed, I fisted my hands into the bedspread, silently praying he’d keep going. His lips stopped high up on my inner thigh, just shy of the part of me that was tingling and swollen. I let out a pleading moan.
His lips pressed to my other thigh and worked down towards my knee.
“Teasing bastard,” I murmured.
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nbsp; He chuckled against my skin, sending tremors through my body, my heart jackhammering in my chest.
How was I not cooling off now that there was only one man? For some reason being alone with him was even more overwhelming than having all four of them on me at once. Instead of scattered sensations, all my senses were intensified as they focused on him. I could feel the outline of his lips pressing against my skin, the brush of his breath. Each sensation leaving my breath shuddering.
His lips halted at the inside of my knee before he nibbled and licked his way back towards the center of me. I lifted my hips in anticipation. This time he didn’t disappoint. His lips pressed to my sensitive flesh, a gasp escaping me.
I wanted to start moving, to grind myself on his face and release the building tension in me. But his hands snaked behind my thighs and pressed flat to my hips, pinning me down in a way that sent a thrill through me.
His tongue parted me with one long, sensual lick. I shivered, a moan ripping from my throat. He did it again, just as slowly, just as torturously, his tongue lapping the length of my entrance, looping around my swollen, hypersensitive clit before going down.
Again.
Again.
And…again.
With every pass a wave of warmth and pleasure rolled through my belly, crashing over every nerve ending.
This was different. The other men had been racing to get me over the edge. But Blue didn’t seem as worried about the ending as the journey. I was a goddess and he was worshiping me. He licked me like he loved the taste of me, like he couldn’t get enough. The way he watched me from between my legs, collecting all of my gasps and moans like they were precious gems.
Tears stung in my eyes. It had never been like this with Sean. Or the two guys before him. Sean never went out of his way to give me pleasure. Sex felt rushed, to be done with quickly like it was wrong and he didn’t want to get caught. He’d never lay me on top of the sheets, reverently open my legs to the heavens and make love to my flesh with his mouth.