Irish Luck

by RaeLynn Blue

“What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing is wrong, but I do want to be clear. What we do now must be your decision too. I don’t want you to feel pressured into doing this with me. We can lie down, fully clothed and sleep until morning. We don’t have to have sex tonight. But know this. I am fully in love with you. No jokes. No alcohol-induced confession.”

  She took it in and released a slow breath. Earlier, she’d been so nervous and worried about being with him. An office fling, um no, not her, but now when she gazed deep into those eyes, she trusted Doran to do what he said. He’d hold her tight, if that was what she wanted.

  “I will give you anything you want, Kenyatta, but I do want one thing in return.”

  “Yes?”

  “Your love, forever, not just tonight.”

  “Forever is a long time,” she teased.

  “It won’t be enough time to spend with you.” Doran tugged her close to him again, and to her disappointment, did not ravish her with kisses. “Not nearly enough.”

  Why did he keep talking? So many words, but none could accurately describe how she felt, what she believed and what she hoped for with him. There were no words at all. Kenyatta tugged him toward her, hungry for his kiss. Her panties were already soaked with desire, her body wound so tightly she thought she’d shatter if he didn’t take her right there and now!

  “Doran,” she cooed, but the stubborn Irishman didn’t give in.

  “I’m serious,” he said. “Tell me true. Do you want me? All of me and not just for right now?”

  “Yes, Doran.”

  “You’re not going to freak out on me in the morning?”

  “I don’t think so…”

  “Ken…”

  She kissed him lightly on the lips. “I want to be with you. I’m ready to try my luck.”

  “Good.”

  He kissed her hard on the mouth, stealing her breath and stunning her with the ferociousness of it. It made her think back to him walking around the party, primal and raw. She gave in to him, but it wasn’t surrender—not at all. It was an exchange of goods and services—love and devotion. Kissing him back, Kenyatta greedily took control, sucking his tongue into her mouth and then releasing it to tease with her own. Doran’s hands tugged at the hem of her dress. She broke the kiss long enough for him to snatch it over her head. Somehow he managed not to catch her big gold hoop earrings. Doran paused. His eyes roamed over her body, clad only in her pink lacy bra, matching bikini panties and garter with stockings.

  “Sweet St. Patrick,” Doran said.

  Kenyatta blushed. No man had ever reacted to her body that way before. She wasn’t a virgin, but most men she’d dated in college had only wanted to pump her a few times, grunt, roll over and leave. They never seemed to bother to actually look at her curvy body. At five feet, she didn’t have incredible legs or a tiny waist. It didn’t matter, if the way Doran stared at her was any indication. She stood taller, and unhooked her bra, freeing her swollen breasts. Aching for his touch, his mouth, his attention, her nipples throbbed.

  Doran didn’t wait for an invitation. He took one engorged nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling in equal abandon. His tongue whirled around her sensitive peak and she arched, giving him more. She slipped her fingers beneath the fabric of her panties, and rubbed her saturated clit. Wetter than she’d ever remembered being, Kenyatta panted. “Doran, please.”

  She opened her eyes and looked down at Doran’s lowered head. His eyes closed, he seemed to be in ecstasy. When he switched to her other pointed peak, he sighed in pleasure.

  “Doran…” It sounded like a whine, but Kenyatta realized her fingers weren’t enough. She needed him inside her physically—to join where he existed emotionally. She touched his face and said his name real slow, enunciating each syllable. “Doran.”

  He looked up at her, before standing up fully. Not to be outdone, he cupped her breasts and fondled them while he talked. “You need something, love?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  He smirked. “Aye? What?”

  “You.”

  “That so?”

  “Now!”

  She slapped her hands over her mouth. Not in her entire life had she ever been so bold, so demanding in the bedroom. What about being with him had burned away her inhibitions? Doran laughed—a soft little chuckle from deep within him. It rumbled out of him like an air pocket in water.

  “Yes, lass. Anything for you.”

  With that, he undid his belt, unzipped his zipper, and pushed his boxer-briefs and jeans to the floor in one practiced movement. Stepping out of his shoes and clothes, he sat on the bed. He took her hands in his and pulled her to him. Looking up at her, Doran licked her belly button and kissed it hard. It sent chills skating across her flesh. She could not take any more.

  “Stop teasing me!” Kenyatta grabbed a fistful of his hair.

  Doran growled at the action, shot from the bed, scooped her up and laid her on the Carolina blanket. Kenyatta shrieks dissolved into giggles. It happened so fast and with fluidity. He’d nearly given her a heart attack, but her love button beat hot and fast with adrenaline. Darn it! He turned her on.

  “Doran!”

  He positioned himself between her knees, gently parting them. “You want me to stop teasing you?”

  “Yes,” she breathed, her legs trembling, her heart racing.

  “As you wish,” he said and pushed her thighs wide.

  “Doran…”

  Chapter Six

  Doran didn’t answer. He let his hands drift down Kenyatta’s luscious curves and they spoke for him. She was his vision come true—his angel, his heaven. She trembled in his arms, but it wasn’t fear—not any more. Before him, her glistening pussy awaited his tongue. Inhaling her scent, Doran growled deep in his throat. Kenyatta made him crave to be a better man. Damn, this woman excited him! He ran his fingers down her puffy nether lips. Her legs quivered at his touch. Her hands found their way into his hair. Clutching his strands in her fist, Kenyatta moaned.

  “Oh, Doran.” Encouraging him with words, Kenyatta clutched hard, yanked his face forward. “Take me in your mouth!”

  Smiling at her sudden assertiveness, Doran parted her folds and kissed her nubbin. Teasing it with his tongue, her wetness soon covered his mouth. Sighing at her sweetness, he pulled her pelvis forward. His appetite renewed, her honey tasted the way he knew it would. Delicious. Sensual. Sexy. He licked her heat, making her writhe. His cock ached; he was so hard for her. Damn, he’d been ready for a woman like Kenyatta forever. Pulling a breath, he smiled at that thought.

  Hooking his hands around her thighs, he leaned in gain to taste her love. He sucked her nether lips gently. Kenyatta thrust harder against his face when his mouth found her clit. She shrieked again. Nothing could sound better than Kenyatta being pleasured by him! Her sexy little triangle begged for him to make it sing in lust and that’s what he meant to do. He’d delay indulging his own need for hers.

  All he dreamed of lay sprawled before him—her sex open wide for him, an offering, an invitation to join with her.

  And he partook.

  He ran his tongue over the hard edge of her cleft again and again, tasting her, teasing her and flicking her hot button. He enjoyed her moaning and groaning, pleasing and begging for more. She pressed herself against his face, her legs locked around his neck. Breathing in sips, Doran loved it. Sucking her clit faster, he put three fingers inside.

  “Come on, lass,” he encouraged.

  He wanted her to climax, for her to flood his mouth with her delicious juices. He wanted her to come because of him. Before long, Kenyatta’s labor breathing accelerated. Her thighs rose, muscles tensing in anticipation of her approaching summit.

  And orgasm she did, shouting as desire rushed through her. Doran looked up at her. Kenyatta’s face had been warmed by the rush of pleasure, and her bottom lip had been caught between her teeth as she rode it out. She looked so delectable. Tousled hair and the rush of sex had made her sexier, sco
rching hot. A sensual sinful vision, Kenyatta smiled.

  Doran wanted her so badly; he had to concentrate on not ripping off his clothes and taking her. “That’s my baby.” He kissed her thigh. “Yes, taste so damn good.”

  Kiss. Kiss. Nip. Suck. He couldn’t stop tormenting her clit.

  “Doran!” Kenyatta’s entire lower torso shot off the bed, propelled by muscles that appeared to contort independently. They quivered from the orgasm. Her eyes opened wide as she gasped.

  He smiled as he got to his feet. In the glow of the room’s Carolina lamp, he removed his shirt, and stepped out of his shoes. In this room too, tile had been laid. There didn’t appear to be carpet any place in Mr. Silver’s mansion, but then he hadn’t been in each and every room. He grinned as he thought about making love to her in each room. Silver would probably kill him, but it would be worth it.

  “Oh, well, darn it!” Kenyatta whispered a breath before her incredibly gentle hands wrapped around his throbbing and still rigid cock. It brought him back to her.

  Swallowing a groan, he positioned himself at the apex of her opening. “Tell me. Is this what you want?”

  Putting his hands around hers—still holding his cock—he met her gaze. She closed her eyes in thought. With carefulness, she removed her hands from him. He clenched his teeth. His balls ached for release.

  He gripped the head of his cock and ran it across her wetness. Shuddering himself, he had to hold back a few minutes more. Absolutely and without a doubt, he loved Kenyatta, but she’d been very reluctant. He knew she liked him, and their chemistry could set off fire alarms in a ten-block radius. But he would not proceed without her expressed consent.

  With the helmet of his cock jutting forward, seemingly pointing at her partially shaved pussy, he waited. He smiled in the soft light as his cock acted like an arrow directing him to Kenyatta’s paradise. Yes, he would find knowledge and peace between her thighs, but the real gift resided in her heart. That was the true destination tonight and Doran knew the road to get there may be plagued with twists and turns.

  “Ken,” he called. “Did you hear me?”

  “Yes, goodness, yes! Why keep me waiting with all these words? Fuck me, already!”

  Doran’s heart leapt into his throat, and with a growl unfurling he buried himself in her moist heat. Unable to slow down or stop the force racing through him, Doran penetrated deeper inside her. Kenyatta grasped at him as her legs locked around his waist, pinning him to her. Doran felt her nails dig into his back, clawing for more, demanding all of him.

  As if he would ever deny her. Giving her all of him, Doran bit his lower lip and tried to stem the heat zipping up his spine. She was so ready and hot. Fighting not to finish early, he closed his eyes. When her inner walls hugged him, peace descended on him. Here. This place was where he belonged.

  “Doran!” she gasped his name. Saturated with pleasure, she groaned out his name again. “Doran…”

  She should always say his name. Just. Like. That.

  He grinned at her. So close to climax, he increased the speed for both of them. Damn it. He didn’t want a quickie, but she felt so damn good.

  “Kenyatta—woman! See what you do to me!”

  He could feel her gripping his cock, milking it for greater effect. He reached down and stroked her clit in time to his increasing thrusts. Wetness coated his fingers. Her hold on him tightened. So close he could feel it in her increased moans.

  “Oh, fuck me, Doran!”

  When she ground out his name like that he nearly came.”

  She screamed as the orgasm tore through them both. It had come so suddenly, Doran’s ripped so fast and he shouted so loud his throat burned.

  Panting, drenched in sweat, they collapsed to the single-sized bed and he yanked her into his arms. The moment he withdrew, still hard, he wanted to be lodged back inside her—home. God, he loved her.

  Doran spooned against her and closed his eyes as the bliss of lovemaking receded.

  Feeling Doran’s body heat and sweat sealing him close to her body, Kenyatta tried to slow down her heart’s fast hammering. She did it. For all her attempts to fight it, she gave in to her hunger for Doran. Now what happens? Did she pretend it didn’t? She slept with a co-worker. Lordy. Despite the second rocketing climax, Kenyatta’s doubt tried to creep into as her pleasure waned. Behind her, Doran lifted her head, and adjusted the pillows. He climbed over her, stepping over piles of discarded clothes to reach the light switch. He shut the door, turned out the light, and climbed back into bed, careful no to crush her. She smiled when Doran’s arm snaked around her waist and gently yanked her back, flank against him. He wanted her, and even though nothing had been sorted out completely, she wanted him too.

  “Ken?” Doran croaked, his breath warm against her hair.

  “Yes?”

  “I love you.”

  Her breathing hitched and she snuggled back into his arm. Strong words, maybe even influenced by the hormones they’d both just released. Pheromones could make a man promise the moon, but it didn’t mean he would load the rocket in the morning. But Doran was different. She’d never felt so darn settled with a man. She didn’t want to leave or remember where her purse was. Those fears fell away when she was with Doran. Kenyatta pushed all thoughts aside as the alcohol, anxiety and physical demands of the day drained the last of her energy. Her eyelids grew heavier and she stifled a yawn.

  As they lowered, she heard Doran whisper, “Sleep, my baby. I’ll be here when you wake.”

  It sounded corny to her logical brain, but her heart melted that he wanted to stay. As sleep claimed her, Kenyatta thought that made perfect sense.

  After all, tonight was her lucky night.

  Across the room, the Carolina blue painted clock gave the time as ten before midnight. Doran listened to Kenyatta’s soft snores. He could get used to a life filled with her in it. The part-time contact via work had left him craving more interaction with her. Working together might put a strain on their budding relationship, though honestly he didn’t see how. He’d heard other people in the office discussing how hard it was to work with their spouse or lover. Frowning, he shook his head, his eyes taking in Kenyatta’s smooth skin and soft roundness in the faint moonlit room. Not even when her smooth skin wrinkled and dimpled or when the softness became rough he wouldn’t leave her. She felt so delectable in his arms. His hand held her close, kept her there, but no force on earth could make her stay with him. When they connected tonight, he knew at once he would not be able to live without her. Confessing his love, a love he’d held in trust in his heart for months, attempting to hide its glow from her watchful and sometimes distrustful eyes had been a challenge.

  His thumb stroked her tuft of curls at the apex of her pussy. He couldn’t sleep, but not because Kenyatta had not told him she loved him. The excitement and thrill of having fed his fantasy kept him alert and awake. She was his dream girl. Not every day was he awarded an opportunity to watch Kenyatta sleep. So petite she looked engulfed in the sea of blue blankets. Her warm chocolate skin bled into the darkness, but he knew her body. He dropped kisses on her shoulder. Desire flared inside him as she stirred.

  “Mmmm, that feels nice.” Kenyatta rubbed her naked ass against his growing cock.

  His hand traveled up her torso and over to cup one of her breasts. Fondling it, he pinched its tip, rolling the tightened flesh between his thumb and forefinger. She arched in yearning, pushing the roundness of her butt against him more. With her back to his front, he leaned down and dropped more kisses along her neck, up the nape and around to her ear, while simultaneously teasing her nipple.

  “That feels good,” Kenyatta mumbled, becoming more conscious. “This is how you wake up every morning?”

  “Aye, lass, it isn’t morning,” Doran said softly. “But only for you. You do this to me.”

  She giggled in the shadows and lifted her leg. Draping it over him, Kenyatta reached behind her to touch his nakedness. “You are so hard.”

>   “For. You.” With her hand on his cock, he struggled to remain focused. She could derail all his logic—turn him into clay in her hands, when she stroked him like this. The fascinating thing was she could also do it with a look, a kiss, or a batting of her eyes. She let go of his rod.

  “I can go for a midnight snack.”

  “I’m more than a snack,” Doran said, moments before sliding into her slickness.

  Once again, the overwhelming pleasure stole his breath. So hot and wet, Kenyatta welcomed him once again. Tingling shivers raced through him. He plowed deeper into her core, and like before, peace erupted inside him. A calming effect as if he could spend the rest of his life, right here, nestled deep inside her, stroking her with each thrust and plunge of his shaft.

  “So good…” Kenyatta reached behind and wound her hand into his hair. “Oh, yes!”

  He slowed his tempo because he didn’t want her to arrive at her peak, yet. They had all night and he intended to use it—every hour if need be. Kenyatta met his thrusts in an ever quickening pace. He thought he’d have all night to savor her deliciousness, but she obviously had other plans. Rotating her hips, she took his cock further into her tightness. Again and again, their bodies slapped loudly in the quiet room. Only his grunts and Kenyatta’s groans for more interrupted the hush. Furling faster to their goals, Doran gripped her tighter to him. With one of his hands, he held her leg up, giving him more leverage to plow deeper. Damn, he loved her.

  As the pleasure and soft pain of her climax arrived, Kenyatta’s entire body became rigid and her pussy clamped down on his cock.

  “Doran! Oh! SHIT!” Kenyatta purred.

  Doran plunged in more, slamming deep inside her. The pressure of her orgasm milked his shaft. Kenyatta’s shuddering around him pushed him over the edge. Sputtering and jerking, Doran hit his pinnacle. Panting, he gently placed her leg down and held her close to him. His pulsating cock still rested inside her.

  After a few minutes of catching their breaths, Kenyatta leaned up on her elbow. He couldn’t see her clearly in the darkness, but he could hear her smile in her voice. He nuzzled her neck. She giggled and spooned closer to him. Doran used his free hand to toss a blanket over their nakedness.