Page 12 of Totally Wrecked
My cock is wide awake and twitching. I’m really having to resist pressing it against her stomach. Slowly, she moves her gorgeous lips even closer to mine. I close the gap between us, and claim her mouth. My tongue tangles with hers and I can feel the heat radiating from her. She fists my hair, pulling me closer, and her nipples begin to nudge at me as they turn walnut hard, pressing against my chest. I run my hands over her back, and her tight mini dress rides up, making it easy to slip my hand over one perfect peachy ass cheek.
Feck, my cock feels bigger than a column at the Giant’s Causeway, harder than Irish granite, I’m losing it as she arches into me. I haven't had sex in months and this girl is going to make me jiz in my jeans,
I have to slow down, just for a second.
Pulling back, I look down at her swollen lips. Her pupils are blown and hair is all over. “S-s-sorry,” she stutters. “I got carried away.”
“Feck, don’t be sorry, sweet girl. I just had to stop, before I couldn’t.” I circle my arms around her. “You are intoxicating.”
Her body is hot and trembling. The sound of the waves lapping on the shore makes me think about lapping at her pussy. I bet it’s fecking sweet.
“I…Killian. I want to, um…would you like to come back to my room?”
Aww, feck. Be good, be good.
“I do, lass. But you’ve had a little too much whiskey. Don’t want you to wake up tomorrow with even more to worry about.”
Her body slumps. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.” I can feel the embarrassed heat coming off her face. “I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have said anything, of course you wouldn’t want to…you and Brooke…”
I shut her up by kissing her quivering lips. She has no idea that I fancy herwaymore than I ever fancied her sister.
“Thank you for a lovely evening,” she is saying. “I should probably go.”
It’s like every last piece of confidence has drained out from her. I wonder if this is the first time she has ever propositioned someone?
Shite, and if it is, to be turned down? That’s not going to do anything for her self-esteem.
If I think about it that way, it’s my duty to feck her. It’s my duty to let her know how infinitely feckable she is. “I want to drag you back to my room right now, and feck the shite out of you,” I say, in between nibbling on her cute ear lobe, “but… I’m not going to take advantage of you being three sheets. We’ll be back here in two weeks, so let’s rain check until then.”
She looks down at her feet. “Of course, yes. A rain check.”
Awww, feck it. I cannot handle her not really believing that I want to, no, I’m desperate to choke her on my cock this very minute.
I hold her chin in my hand. “Please tell me you are only mildly drunk, not wasted.”
She looks up at me, lips swollen and eyes huge. “I am more than relaxed and less than stumbling,” she says honestly.
Good enough. I take hold of her hand. “Then let’s fecking go, sweet Daisy, and not waste another minute.”
DAISY
Two years ago, I went to a librarians conference in Las Vegas. I thought that would be the most bizarre thing I would ever experience in my life—I was wrong. Heading floor by floor in a Samoan elevator to hopefully have hot-sex with my sister’s ex-bonk, while pretending to be my sister to the outside world, is weirder than standing over a fake Venetian canal at three in the morning, while eating a White Castle burger and discussing whether JK was canceled for life.
“I’m not like my sister,” I whisper, suddenly overwhelmed with insecurity. “I’m nothing like her.”
Argh. This gorgeous man had sex with my sister. My sister who has insane confidence, and a perfectly toned body. He probably thinks he’s in for the same treat, but the reality will be very different.
Why didn’t I think of this earlier?
Because I want him so bad. I’m not sure I’ve ever been this needy for sex.
Sex? It feels more than sex. I’m not sure I’ve ever been this needy for another human being.
“What’s that, babe?” Killian pulls me closer to him, as the elevator keeps climbing as it works its way up to my floor, “What did you say?” He’s kissing the side of my neck, and I can’t stop my body grinding into his. It makes my brain fuzzy and I forget my panic.
“Nothing, don’t worry.”
We stumble through the doorway into my hotel room and Killian has his hands wedged through the cut-out hip holes of my dress. “Babe, you look totally hot in this dress, but how the feck do I get you out of it?”
