Shelby's Angels: When Irish Eyes Are Dying

by Stephanie Burke

  She whimpered in answer, tightening her hands on his shoulders, spasms of pleasure shooting through her body.

  “Want me to kiss it and make it all better?”

  “Mmm.”

  “Not an answer, lover,” he teased, blowing a puff of cool air on her heated flesh.

  “Please,” she whimpered softly, her head rolling back and forward on the tree that held most of her weight, her hair tangling and blowing in the soft evening breeze.

  “What was that?” he asked, lapping at the wetness that covered her, but deliberately missing the throbbing clitoris that was going from milky white to bright hot pink right before his eyes. “What do you want me to do?”

  Her nails dug into his shoulders, tugging him forward as the words exploded from her mouth. “Eat me, damn you! Eat me out!”

  “Perfect.”

  Then his lips were on her, his tongue a sharp point stabbing at her clit, and he relished her screams as she gave into her need to vocalize what she was feeling.

  His cock was hard and dripping, yet he refused to take a hand away to stroke it; he wanted her screaming his name before he was done.

  He closed his lips over her, loving that slick fragrant flesh that dripped its honey all over his face. He suckled her, pulling her clit between his lips and tugging.

  “Blain!”

  “Better,” he murmured, “but not enough!”

  His hands moved then, his thumbs circling the area where she disappeared into his mouth as his fingers began to foray lower, seeking the source of her heat and moisture.

  As his finger passed over her opening, her whole body began to quiver and shake with need.

  “My knees!” she gasped as they began to shake and weaken.

  “I won’t let you fall.” Then two of his fingers were thrusting deep inside, spreading her, preparing her for his eventual invasion.

  “Blain!” she screamed as she felt her inner walls stretch to accommodate his fingers as he prepared her. Then her knees gave way.

  But Blain was there to catch her, to hold her tight, to keep his feast at his mouth, screaming and writhing… just the way he liked his women.

  “This is going to be so good,” he managed as he left her swollen, throbbing clit and began to lick lower, lapping at her nether lips and the sweetness that poured from between them.

  By now, her hands had made their way to his head, tangling and yanking at his hair, urging him onward with the threat of physical violence and her pleading demands.

  “Now, Blain! Now! Right now, damn you! Fuck me! Fuck me, you Irish bastard!”

  “Never thought you’d ask,” he said as he straightened up and reached down beside the tree.

  There, in a tangle of his dressing robe and his slippers, was a condom -- an extra-large glow-in-the-dark condom.

  “Special toys for a special woman,” he purred, sliding out from between her legs, rising up on his knees, and sucking in a quivering breast as he tore open the package.

  “So good!” Trina breathed, and Blain had to agree.

  “Yes, I am, love, and we haven’t even gotten to the main event!”

  That said, he pulled the wondrous yellow and green glowing condom onto his substantial length.

  “You get to watch me bury the bone,” he told her when she stared down at his immense cock, now sheathed in glow-in-the-dark latex.

  “Wild!”

  Her eyes were riveted to him, to the large glowing thing that would invade her body.

  It was almost too much, it was not enough, and it was definitely time.

  “Fuck me now!”

  Her heart racing, her hands went around his shoulders as she rose up on tiptoe, one leg wrapping around his waist. “But go slow. I want to watch.”

  “Woman after my own heart,” he praised and lifted up her other leg, his arms going around her back for balance.

  It was her hands that guided his glowing cock to her entrance, positioning him at the mouth of her heat, and urged him forward.

  Blain growled at the tight feel of her. Even through the condom, he could feel that she was steaming hot inside, feel the hot juices that coated the condom as he began to sink his cock deep inside her.

  “Faster!” she cried, her eyes riveted to the erotic display of him sliding deeper and deeper into her, her body swallowing that glowing, shining thing.

  Angling up with a sharp thrust, Blain sank home, sliding deep, striking nerve endings within her that had never been touched quite like that.

  “Hold on,” he whispered into her ear, licking and lapping at that erogenous zone. “Wild ride.”

  Then he was moving, sliding back, tightening his arms around her, and pounding into her with all his strength.

  “Blain!” she shrieked, tightening around him, urging him to move faster, demanding more friction.

  And he slammed her down, thrusting his hips up, merging the two of them into one huge, lust-filled beast.

  Again and again, he slammed into her, angling so that he would brush against her spot, grinding his hips to give her the most stimulation, his mouth suckling at her neck as her head fell back in ecstasy.

  Again and again, they pounded at each other, moving harder and faster, demanding more with their voices and their bodies until the tension began to build.

  Fingers skimmed on sweat-coated flesh as Trina felt her body begin to tighten and tighten.

  “Please, Blain, please!” Trina whimpered as she felt the end approaching, felt the explosion building within her body become more attainable with each and every hard thrust from the wild Irishman riding between her thighs.

  “Ready, baby?” he growled, his teeth sinking into her shoulder for a quick nip.

  “Please!”

  “Then fly!”

  He arched so that the base of his cock slammed into her clit, starting a chain reaction.

  The nerves in her clit snapped, the sensation spreading out in waves until it encompassed her whole body.

  Her legs tingled, her toes curled, her breath froze, her heart pounded as the tension within her popped like a cork.

  Then she was screaming, not knowing what, but knowing the emotions, the feelings inside her were too great to contain. They poured out of her mouth in screams, in pants, and cries of pleasure that somehow sounded like his name.

  “Blain! Oh God, Blain!”

  “Just… the… way,” he panted, “I love my ladies! Coming hard and screaming.”

  And then his nuts were slamming against the base of his cock as he hardened even further within her milking, clenching walls.

  He felt the vibrations as his seed rocketed through his cock, shot up his shaft, and felt the heat of it as it burst through the head of his cock, coating his still thrusting member in his own wet heat, sending his senses palpitating as he gave in to the need to come.

  “God, baby,” he growled, his hips reflexively slamming into her, dragging out the last dregs of his pleasure before he collapsed gently against her.

  “Blain,” she purred, her whole body trembling in the aftershock of the incredibly explosive orgasm.

  “Say my name, baby,” he told her. “I like that.”

  “I like you,” she managed. The strength left her body, and she sagged between her supporting tree and the humid heat of the man who held her upright.

  “After that, love, you had better like me a whole lot!”

  Then he slid out of her and reached for his robe. He wrapped them both in its thick softness, still leaning against their tree, as they watched the world grow dark.

  “Thank you, Blain,” she purred, snuggling into him, reluctant to let go of this afterglow and return to the real world. “That was beautiful.”

  “Yes, it was,” he sighed, wrapping his arms around her tighter.

  Then he wondered if she had opened her eyes during his great orgasm. His orgasm face was one of his best faces, and he hoped it helped to enhance her experience. Not that he was vain about it, but he wanted her to have the best time eve
r in his arms, and he was sure that he’d delivered.

  After all, Irishmen made the best lovers.

  * * *

  “Oh, Adan,” Teresa moaned as the tall European nursed at her breasts. She had no idea why she had come, but after spending two minutes in the man’s company, her drawers were tossed to the wind and she was riding him like he had ridden that damn horse earlier.

  He had found her in the stables, and before she knew it, she was following him to the rear of the barn and into a large tack room.

  “I don’t know why I’m doing this,” she managed as she stared up into Adan’s deep blue eyes, feeling a bit uncomfortable about the whole affair.

  But Adan just smiled and held out one perfectly muscled arm. “Come.”

  Almost as if she were mesmerized, she reached out and took that arm and sighed as he pulled her close.

  She stared up at him for a moment. Tendrils of his dark hair hung in his face. She knew she was lost.

  Clothing flew as she pulled back far enough to work on the buttons of his shirt.

  “God, you’re so hot!” she breathed between licks as she tasted each new bit of flesh that was exposed.

  Adan was silent, his hands going directly to her pants, popping open the button and lowering the zipper so that he could reach his hand deep inside.

  “Your lips are so wet.” He cupped the swollen lips, sliding into the moisture her body produced.

  Teresa’s breath caught on a moan. A starburst of fire shot straight to her clit. Her knees trembled, her grip on his shirt the only thing holding her upright.

  “More,” she gasped as her hands practically tore his shirt off of his shoulders.

  He withdrew his hand long enough to drag the shirt from his body and to pull her jeans down past her knees.

  A cold draft of air let Teresa know how exposed she was, how vulnerable, how anyone, at any time, could waltz right into the tack room and spy on them.

  It added an element of danger, extra spice to the lust that now controlled her.

  “Pretty baby,” Adan whispered as he pulled her back to him and lowered his mouth.

  Her skin tasted of strawberries and fresh air, and woman. He sucked a nipple deep into his mouth, his fingers teasing the other as her hands tangled in his hair.

  “You’re good at that.” Her voice was reedy and thin. Pleasure poured through her chest straight to her pussy.

  His fingers once again slid into the cleft, two fingers sinking deeply into her, his thumb spreading the moisture around her hooded clit. Her desire filled his hand and her moans were sweet to his ears.

  Teresa let her hands roam over his body, down the muscled plane of his back before she cupped his tight, round ass. Quickly, she found his waistband and worked her way around, unsnapping his pants and pushing them back far enough so she could ease the head of his throbbing cock out into the light.

  “You are large,” she whimpered. Her hand traveled over the head that reached toward his navel and her fingers ran along the still-clothed raised ridge of flesh in his pants.

  “You’ll stretch,” Adan breathed. He left off teasing one nipple for the other, his thumb working magic on her clit. “I’ll fit.”

  “Mmm.”

  Teresa could only moan as his manipulations drove her on toward what she knew would be an extreme climax. Her legs felt weak and her heart pounded in her chest.

  Adan ran his free hand over her body, her soft skin a joy to touch as she creamed his hand with her desire. He knew that she would feel so good inside, strangling his dick, but first, he needed a place to get more comfortable.

  Then he noticed a large wooden rocking chair in the corner. Perfect!

  “I am going to fuck you so hard,” he breathed as he pulled away.

  Sweeping her up into his arms, he carried her the short distance to the rocker. He set her on her feet long enough to pull his pants down to his knees and to take a seat in the chair.

  Settled and ready in the chair, he bent over to fish around in his pocket and came up with a foil packet that he quickly opened.

  Teresa watched as his thick cock -- damn, it had to be about twelve inches long --was sheathed in the thin latex, making this quickie safe for both of them. At the same time he gave himself a few good strokes, knowing she was watching. He decided to give her a good show and ran his fingers over his sheathed cock, his free hand sinking low to tug gently at his balls.

  Moaning his pleasure, he rocked back in the chair, his head resting against the tall back. Sweat began to bead on his skin as he pleasured himself, rolling his balls gently in his hand. His fist pumped his cock, his thumb sliding over the head.

  Teresa groaned as everything pressed down on her -- the smell of leather, the sounds of his rapid breathing and self-pleasuring, the sight of this gorgeous specimen of man staring at her with cerulean blue eyes as he jacked himself for her benefit.

  Her mouth went dry, and her juices flowed down her thighs.

  Adan smiled knowingly and opened his mouth a bit to drag his tongue over his bottom lip.

  “Come,” he offered, reaching out a hand. His eyes traveled lazily over her debauched form. “Ride me.”

  Teresa looked a bit confused at first, but then Adan motioned for her to turn around and comprehension sank into her lust-clouded brain.

  She smiled as she backed up. His hands gently wrapped around her waist, guiding her on her way down. She instinctively reached for the armrests as she bent, ready to sit in the hot seat, so to speak. One of her hands reached back to hold him steady, and she felt his thick head brush her entrance.

  Slowly, she allowed herself to drop, feeling the head nudge within her, then a tingling sensation as he began to ease into her body.

  “Oh, God, Adan,” she gasped, her breath and voice stuttering while inch after thick, hot inch squeezed their way inside.

  In a slow, glorious slide, Adan lowered Teresa, shuddering and resisting the urge to just thrust upwards, impaling her on his spike. Instead, he took it slow and easy.

  “So tight,” he breathed, watching his cock stretch her small, pink opening, forging a way inside her luscious body. “So hot and wet. So good!”

  The last came as a growl as his hand tightened on her waist.

  Teresa whimpered in response, wanting more, needing more. His cock struck each and every one of her hot spots, sending electric sparkles up her spine.

  Finally, after an eternity of slow pleasure, she bottomed out, sitting completely in his lap, stuffed so full of him it was almost a chore to breathe.

  But who needed breath when he had his full throbbing cock filling her with heat and ecstasy?

  His hands trekked up from her waist to cup her breasts, pulling her back against his sweat-dampened chest. Teresa bit her lip, her head moving back to rest upon his shoulder.

  He kneaded the soft skin of her breasts, and his mouth took in the exposed skin on her neck and shoulders. There, he placed several stinging love bites, then quickly soothed the pain away with his rough tongue and soft lips, giving butterfly kisses. Teresa moaned and wiggled on her fleshy seat, sending more sparks of fire through her system.

  Then he began to rock.

  “Oh… Oh… Oh!” she panted as his cock shifted inside her, stirring her cunt and sending her senses flying,

  “Ride me,” Adan whispered, licking up her exposed neck to her ear, sucking and nipping at the lobe. “Ride me hard.”

  It took a moment to get the timing right, lifting up when the chair rocked forward and moving down when the chair rocked back, but soon they established a rhythm that left her squealing her delight to the world, totally forgetting they were in a tack room in a public stable and anyone could enter at any time.

  Faster and faster they moved until Teresa was slamming herself down on his cock and he was lifting his hips, meeting each of her downward strokes with a powerful thrust of his own.

  “Oh God!” she breathed. “Ohgodohgodohgodohgod… Adan!”

  Her eyes flew open,
unseeing, as her climax washed over her.

  Adan grunted, feeling her inner muscles contract around him, caressing and milking his cock.

  It was enough. He felt the tingling start at the base of his spine, felt his balls tighten against the base of his cock, and then he exploded.

  “Unh,” he grunted. He came in spurts, deep within the heat of her body, bathing his cock in his own semen as it coated the inside of the condom and added extra lubrication for his thrusts.

  Finally, they both settled back into the chair, limbs shaking, coated in sweat, breathing like a bellows.

  “Oh, God, Adan, that was worth putting up with your arrogance and your highhanded commands,” she managed. She closed her eyes and rested against him, lost in the afterglow.

  Adan said nothing, but purred as he placed one final kiss on her shoulder. He reached down to hold the condom in place over his shrinking cock as he eased out of her.

  After a few moments, he urged her up and assisted her to her feet. Her legs were still quite shaky, and he steadied her while she caught her balance.

  Once she was solid on her feet, Adan rose, and pulled her pants back into place. Still grinning, he peeled the used condom off and bent over to pull up his own pants, chuckling at her groan because he knew she was looking.

  “I have a nice ass, no?” he asked, grinning up at her as he pulled his pants up muscled thighs. He reached into the pocket to pull out a tissue, which he used to wrap up the used condom.

  “Perfect,” Teresa breathed, the artist in her appreciating the well-muscled form of the man she had just ridden like a wild stallion.

  Adan disposed of the tissue in a rubbish bin and retrieved both of their shirts. He handed hers over then pulled his on, leaving it unbuttoned, unconcerned about his display of flesh.

  Once they were as dressed and respectable as they could manage, Adan reached into his pocket and handed her a card with a number printed on the front.

  “How are you for Fridays?” he asked, bending down to place a kiss on her swollen lips.

  “If I can get more of this, I’ll clear the calendar.”

  Chapter 9

  Back at Angels, the four tired men, plus one grinning Blain, made their way directly to the basement from the side door.