Page 4 of Kissin Irish by Morgan
Taking her bare leg, I wrapped it round my arse so I could surge my pipe against her gee. Grand, but the sensation wasn’t enough for me. I took her other leg up until she straddled my lad. Her being sandwiched between me and the wall, freed up my hands that felt her backside. Fleshier than I recalled. Devouring her mouth, my hands rose to her knockers to find she’d lost her blouse already and only wore the tank top that had been under it, a sure sign she wanted to get naked. I boosted her tank and undid her bra, lifting it up as well, all while keeping our kiss.
Her jean shorts were impossible in our position, so I focused on her tits that seemed so much larger than I remembered. Jaysus, she could breastfeed a creche. Squeezing and rubbing them soon wasn’t enough, that I sat her down on her heels to undo her shorts. I slid them down easily leaving the panties for a moment if just to tease myself. I felt her through them, hot to the touch, wetter than ever for me. What was I waiting for? I wanted to taste her again. I broke our kiss and kneeled before her, taking her panties with me. Her hands went to my hair as she repeated my name, as if it were a question. Spreading her legs, I stuck my tongue out to greet her sweet clit. Oh, how I missed licking her out. As I breathed in her honied aroma, the lights came on, blinding me.
“Patrick. What the hell?” Charlotte exclaimed behind me.
Confusion hit first.
Behind me?
I glanced up at the pussy before me. Not Charlotte’s? Then, slowly, I took in the whole naked girl before me. Dread settled into the pit of my stomach. Cecilia Green leaned against the wall, nude, her legs still spread wide. Jaysus. This was bad.
“Patrick?” Cece said, “I could’ve sworn you were Irish.”
“He is Irish. You don’t even know each other?” Charlotte howled.
Rising, I started handing Cece her clothes.
“Don’t I deserve an explanation?” Charlotte screeched.
“Be quiet.” I told Charlotte. “There’s no time. Cece, I’m sorry. I thought you were someone else. Get dressed. Here let me help you.”
Cece pushed my hands away. “I got it.”
Charlotte didn’t stop her rant. “How could you?”
I tried to explain, “It was dark. I thought she was you.”
“Y’all got pretty far, don’t you think? Why didn’t you stop him?”
Cece shrugged, stepping into her shorts. “My mouth was occupied.”
“What the hell were you doing out here in the dark?” Charlotte started in on Cece.
“Charlotte,” I barked. “She’s… the b-word,” I whispered.
“A bitch?” Charlotte replied.
“I’m blind,” Cece said, plainly.
If Charlotte’s reaction hadn’t been bad enough, Villain walked in bitching about the lights being on, but then shielded his eyes. Cece was still naked from the waist up. I moved to pull her tank top down for her. Charlotte stormed out.
I tried to explain I hadn’t meant to do anything to Cece, but Villain wouldn’t listen.
“Wait ‘til her brother, Pagan hears about this.”
Chapter 4
Cece
“Fucking let go of me.” Villain about ripped off my arm leading me out the back door. Dick didn’t understand he couldn’t drag me like he could a sighted person. Practically stumbling over my own feet, I yanked my arm until he let go.
“Settle down, sweet thing. I’m taking you to Pagan.”
I hadn’t even fixed my bra. Taking the time to reach under my tank and put the girls back in place, I fastened it.
“You’re such a narc.”
“You know Pagan’s my Vice President, my superior,” he said, mumbling because he was lighting a cigarette. The flick of the lighter and the sizzle announced it before the aroma of burning tobacco hit my nose.
