Wild Irish Envy (Copperline #2)

by Sibylla Matilde

  I flinched at her crass words. “Jaysus, Fliss, you really think I want to hear about that?”

  “Then don’t listen. Go away and leave me to my hooring,” she said, enunciating the last word to parrot the way I’d thrown it at her before. She began to turn away, stopping when I grabbed her arm.

  “I shouldn’t have said that,” I growled.

  “Why not? It’s exactly what I’ve been doing.”

  “Fliss—” I warned, but she continued.

  “It’s what I did that night,” she spat. “It’s what I have planned for tonight, too. I might try to find someone to take me dogging.”

  “Felicity, is this tosser buggin’ ya?” one of the lads from inside the pub said, walking up behind Fliss.

  Fliss spun around to face him, practically crackling with restless anger. “Have you ever gone dogging, Sam?” she asked him.

  “Jaysus, are ya slaggin’ me?” he gasped.

  “Fliss,” I growled, “you don’t just walk up to someone in a pub and ask them about shite like that.”

  “But I want to see it,” she turned to me and said. “How else would I find out about it?”

  “Feckin’ hell,” the other bloke murmured, and seemed to shake the gobsmacked first guy enough to mumble a response.

  “Are you serious?” Sam asked in a hushed tone, looking around furtively. Cautiously.

  “Absolutely,” Fliss replied.

  “Well, there’s a place that’s just a good spit from here,” he said, still sounding a bit dazed by the fact that we were discussing this… here… in the open. “Wouldn’t take long to get there, if ya’ve a mind to check it out.”

  Fliss looked over at me, eyes narrowed.

  The other bloke just sorta stood there, blankly staring with his jaw practically on the ground.

  “I kind of want to go see,” she said, shooting him a flirty, suggestive glance, “to watch.”

  “Fliss—” I began, but she interrupted me.

  “And maybe a little more,” she added.

  “Jaysus, Mary, and Joseph,” I muttered.

  Fliss looped her arms through those of each guy standing beside her and gave me a determined, yet deviant, smile as she started to lead them away. “Do you want to come along?” she asked. “You said you like to watch.”

  The three of them turned as one and started down the street. My throat filled with bile as I watched them walk away. I didn’t want to follow her. I definitely didn’t want to see their hands on her and hers on them. It was bad enough to imagine her fucking someone. Seeing it would kill me.

  I didn’t want to follow her.

  But I did it anyway.

  I followed them to Sam’s car, climbing into the back seat with the other dodgy little fella who introduced himself as Roddy. As we drove through the night, they began to explain the overall rules. For the most part, they acted like I wasn’t even there, although I did see Fliss glance back towards me a few times, giving me a glimpse of her apprehension.

  Something was driving her. Something in that stubborn head of hers, something I didn’t know how to fight. She exuded an energy that was all at once sexy and innocent, seducer and seduced. She seemed reckless and desperate.

  “So nobody will touch me without asking, right?” Her voice was a little shaky.

  “The ladies are respected,” Sam said. “Without them, it would be a bunch of blokes with their cocks hanging out, so it is standard to ask.”

  “And if I do start and want to stop?” Fliss asked.

  “You just say the word, and it stops.”

  I leaned forward and whispered into her ear. “I don’t know what you’re trying to prove, but you don’t have to do this, Fliss.”

  She glanced back at me with a stubborn tilt to her chin. “Can you give me a reason I shouldn’t?”

  Pushing. I realized that she was pushing me. I could feel it. Trying to get me to act.

  I was still pissy, but that made me think she wouldn’t go through with it. She was playing some fecked up version of chicken.

  The car slowed and turned off onto a long narrow stretch of street to a dark secluded car park, very remote and surrounded by trees.

  Sam looked off to each side as he slowly pulled into the car park, glancing at a few cars on either end. About twenty meters away off to the right, a car flashed its brake lights.

  “There’s a signal,” Roddy said from the back seat.

  Sam responded by flashing his brake lights back, then pulling up behind that car.

  He opened his car door and got out as a man and woman climbed out of the other car and came around back. They drove an estate car, and the man lifted the boot open. Roddy opened his door to climb out as well, and Sam leaned down in to look at Fliss.

  “With her getting right out and coming around to the back like this, I’d wager that they’ve done this before.” He smirked down at her. “You can just sit back and watch if you want. Feel free to diddle yourself a bit if you’ve a mind to. I’ve left the key in place for you to open your window if you want someone to touch you. Open the door if you’re wanting to go a little farther.”

  “Okay,” Fliss breathed.

  “Don’t be nervous,” Sam said with a lascivious grin. “It’ll be great craic.”

  Fliss gave him a nervous, tremulous smile and nodded as he closed the car door and walked around to the front where the couple was talking with Roddy.

  “Fliss, this… feckin’ hell, you don’t have to do this,” I stated over her shoulder.

  She tipped her head down, back a little towards me. “Why, Denny?” she replied with a question of her own. “Give me a reason I shouldn’t.”

  “I can think of quite a few reasons you shouldn’t. You have no idea what you’re doing. This is not who you are.”

  “You don’t know who I am. All those years, and you haven’t a clue.” But her voice quavered slightly. “You didn’t have to come with me, you know.”

  “Fuck that,” I growled.

  “So, if I go through with it,” she stated as she turned in the seat to look back at me, “do you want to see it? Is that why you came? You’ve told me yourself how you like to watch.” Her voice lowered, taking on a seductive tone. “Do you want to watch them fuck me? You might even feel inclined to join in.”

  I shook my head. “No, Fliss. I will stay to make sure you’re safe, but I sure as feck don’t want to see this. And I’ll not touch you. Not ever.”

  She angrily squared her shoulders and turned back to face forward, focusing on the scene that was playing out before her in the back of the car parked directly in front of us. Roddy had his cock out and the woman was stroking it as she lay back, just barely inside and at an odd angle to allow Sam to bury his face between her legs. The man from the other car stood watching, tugging on his own dick clearly enjoying the sight of his wife or girlfriend or whatever she was writhing and moaning.

  “Holy shit,” Fliss murmured.

  It was pretty hot. The woman was stunning, quite a dollybird all dressed up for a night out, as she leaned in to lick up Roddy’s dick, stroking his balls. I could hear Fliss’ breathing hitch at the live porn going on right in front of us. The angry tension that had filled the small space began to morph into something else. Something needy and primal.

  “It’s something to see, isn’t it? Watching it happen right before your eyes?” I murmured, leaning forward to whisper in her ear.

  Fliss turned her face to the side, offering me her profile as she spoke. “It’s… oh, wow…”

  “Probably get some stragglers coming and going, trying to get a quick ride in. Maybe a taste of her.”

  “What about the guy she’s with? Why does he let her do this?”

  “He probably likes it. Gets off on it. Seeing her filled up with other men’s cum.”

  “Jesus Christ,” she breathed.

  The windows were starting to fog up a little with our increased rate of breathing. The heat from our wanting bodies. The car felt warm and h
umid, thick with a sexuality that was stifling. As I’d anticipated, a few other tossers wandered up, stroking their dicks in anticipation of their turn. One after another, they rode the woman. Her cries became more pronounced, louder and sharper, as her lips closed around another man’s cock.

  Hedonistic. Wrong. Everything about it screamed ‘you’re going straight to hell for watching.’ For wanting.

  One man noted us in the car yet, and came over to cup his hands to the window, peeking inside through the slightly foggy glass, causing Fliss to lean back from the window.

  “Why is he looking in here?” Fliss asked quietly.

  “He’s hoping you’re doing something. Or that we are doing something. Something he can watch.”

  “Oohhh…” she moaned quietly. “He wants to watch us?”

  The man must have heard her through the window because he nodded, unzipping his trousers to reveal his chubbed up junk. Fliss gasped and looked back at me.

  “What should I do?”

  “Nothing,” I growled, knowing it would be sheer torture to be so close if she started to… God. Fuck. I couldn’t even let my mind go there. “Just let him go away.”

  Fliss was quiet for a moment, taking a shaky breath. She looked back at the tosser outside, then again at me. Her eyes were wild. “What if I kind of want to do something?” she asked.

  I closed my eyes and clenched my jaw, not trusting myself to speak. I wanted to reach up and grab her.

  “Would you watch me?” she whispered.

  “Fliss, don’t—”

  “Don’t what, Denny?” she asked, leaning closer to me. “Don’t touch myself? You know, this dress… it’s a wrap dress. Only held closed with a little string.”

  My dick lurched in my jeans painfully.

  “Stop it,” I growled, angry at the way she was making me feel.

  She settled back into her seat, but didn’t stop. “It’s so easy to just tug the neckline a little to the side…” she trailed off.

  I heard a rustle of fabric, and the wanker outside began stroking harder as he watched, letting loose an audible moan. Fliss had her back to me, sitting before me, but I caught just the barest curve of flesh as she leaned her head back and ran her fingers down her bared breast.

  “Dammit, Fliss,” I whispered.

  I moved a little, sliding more to the center of the backseat, unable to resist watching her. My mind battled with my conscience, my morality bitterly fighting my intensifying need. I watched her fingertips grasp the hardened bud of her nipple as she arched her head back, and I reached down to my own cock, squeezing it to keep it from swelling any further.

  She opened her eyes and turned her face towards me. “He’s watching,” she breathed. “Do you want to touch me?”

  I swallowed hard.

  Yes.

  Fuck yes.

  Jaysus fecking hell yes.

  But I shook my head. My throbbing cock lurched, but I found the strength to grate out a ‘no’ in a rough voice.

  Her eyes closed, only allowed me the slighted glimpse of the pain my vitriolic rejection caused. “Maybe I should let him touch me then,” she whispered, her voice thick and hoarse, “since you don’t want to.”

  With a flick of her hand, she lowered the window just a few inches, just enough for the manky sod to stick his arm through as he cupped her breast. Fliss arched like a cat, a heated seductive moan sounded as he squeezed her heavy breast. He roughly groped her, wanking off with an increased force, and Fliss closed her eyes tightly. His hand moved to the other side, slowly trailing down her waist towards the apex of her thighs.

  Her expression was hard to read, a combination of physical pleasure and raw shame. This exhibitionism reached out to my own desire, to claim her and to punish her for making me witness it. Her desperation called to me, pleading for me to act.

  “Fliss, please,” I begged, barely knowing if I was asking her to stop or to continue. As the dogger’s hand reached her inner thigh, bare just below her hemline, and started trailing back up along her fine skin, she looked back at me.

  “Please what?” she breathed, then her eyes filled with tears, drifting closed when I wouldn’t answer. When I couldn’t answer.

  She shifted a little in her seat, arching across the center console, bringing her face closer to mine as her legs parted. Her tongue slid across her lips, and she bit into the lower one and gave a faint sob. Looking down, I saw the sod outside had pushed her lacy knickers to the side and was sliding his fingers inside her, pulling them out with a wet, slick sound, then circling her clit before pushing them back inside.

  I felt her eyes on me, watching me as I watched him touch her. As the scent of her arousal began to fill the car, so heady in the air that I could almost taste her. She writhed beneath his touch, her long, silky hair falling back to spread across my lap, to tangle in my fingers. My hands ached to wrap up in it, to grip it hard and bring her lips up to mine in a crushing kiss.

  “It’s okay to be a little shy,” the guy said through the window, “but could I taste you, love?”

  Her breath came out in a rush, quick and raging and she held my gaze.

  “God, Fliss,” I repeated, “don’t. Don’t do this.”

  “I want it to be you,” she breathed as she reached up to touch my cheek. I initially leaned into her touch before I jerked my head away.

  She blinked, releasing a single tear to trail down into her hair. “Why won’t you ever touch me?” she sobbed quietly.

  “I can’t…” I forced out. “I can’t, Fliss.”

  The degradation she felt for what she was doing lit her eyes. She wouldn’t. She couldn’t go farther with this. Fliss was no virginal innocent, but this… Jaysus, this was too much.

  She blinked her eyes again, then closed them, blocking her emotions from my sight. Suddenly, she pushed up and opened the car door.

  “Fliss—” I groaned, but she was already lying back again, across the seats in the front as the tosser outside knelt before her to bury his face between her legs. The whole time, I sat there with my jaw clenched until it ached, wanting so badly to stop her.

  But I said nothing. I did nothing.

  I felt fury radiating off my shoulders, vibrating through my body, and mixing with an intense jealousy and lust.

  “Are you okay, love?” the guy asked her when she cried out, and she nodded again, a little too forcefully, like she was trying to convince herself. Her eyes were still slammed shut, closing herself off.

  “Yes,” she replied quietly, inhaling as he brought his face forward once more. He pushed her knickers to the side and his tongue darted out with a little flick at her bare pussy, and then he closed his mouth over her once more with a renewed vigor. Fliss cried out quietly, rocking a little with the onslaught of his lips.

  My hands were beginning to cramp, one clenched tight and the other fiercely grabbing my cock and squeezing it painfully. Using the pain to distract myself from the scene playing out inches away. This woman I’d wanted for years, spread out as some bloke savored the sweetness that I’d only ever dreamed of. I could hear my heartbeat pounding faster, the rush of blood through my body, crying out to touch her.

  And then, Sam was back, looking through the driver window, watching the depravity before him. I heard the latch release, and Fliss looked up to see him standing over her with the door open at her head.

  “Is this alright?” he moaned, motioning to the open door.

  Fliss’ eyes darted back to meet mine for a second before she sobbed quietly and slammed them shut. Her lower lip trembled, and she bit it hard before she nodded.

  “Yes.”

  As I watched, my stomach churned and my body felt hot. Sam ran his hands down from her shoulders and over her breasts, massaging those fucking amazing tits. Firm and round. Pink nipples that hardened tightly beneath his touch as he squeezed the soft flesh and pinched at the tips.

  I’d seen a lot of sex in my day. I was a classic voyeur, incredibly turned on by watching others a
s I stroked my dick. Building the tension until I wanked it so hard that it hurt.

  But this…

  Fuck, this was amazing.

  Fliss was amazing.

  Her head fell back in a cloud of silky, crimson hair as the other guy continued to pump his fingers into her pussy, eating her out like a starving man. Her eyes flicked open again and found me watching her. Even in the darkness, her eyes burned when they met mine.

  Ferocious, warring urges ripped through me. Part of me wanted to push those fuckers away, to claim her as my own. To pull her into the back with me and ride her until she couldn’t even think about touching another man.

  Another part wanted to see her reach that crest. She seemed to be getting close, her faint cries and heavy breathing and trembling body. Her hand reached up to grasp the steering wheel, clenched tightly until her knuckles went white with the strain.

  I wanted to see the look on her face when she went over the edge.

  “Do you want my cock?” Sam asked.

  This time, Fliss didn’t look at me. She didn’t have to. I practically growled in response as I sat there shaking but saying nothing. I clenched my jaw, quiet, and angry… and so furiously turned on, as twisted as it was.

  For a second, I thought she was going to say no, but she took a deep breath and said, “With a condom.”

  The sod didn’t waste any time pulling a johnny from his pocket, and he slicked it on over his dick as he knelt over her. A split second of hesitation, and she took it in her hand, stroking once, then again, before her lips closed over the tip, and Sam let out a loud, ragged groan.

  She was beautiful and dirty and wrong, lying there spread out before me. I wanted her so incredibly badly. I was out of my mind with lust and a pathetic desire to throw those fuckers off her. To bury myself inside her. Fuck them. Fuck anyone watching.

  Fuck Trent.

  Trent.

  I closed my eyes. The thought of him ripped through me as the muted sounds of sex filled my ears – moans and sighs and quiet cries. I forced myself to look ahead at the car in front of us to see Roddy pounding away at the other woman while her husband tossed off beside them. For a second, I thought of doing the same, ripping open my jeans and releasing my cock to the night air, to beat it until I painted Fliss’ body white and claimed her as my own.