When Irish Eyes Are Smiling Ch. 07

He kissed me again, even as he walked me back. I was desperate for him now, running my fingers through his hair, trying, almost to swallow his tongue. I wanted to drop to my knees and show him that I was his, to apologize for erasing his messages and hurting him. Before I could do that, he caught me again, tripping me with a wrestling move so that I fell back onto the chaise.

There I was, in shirt and underwear, feeling that I must look ridiculous. I saw Joel snatch up the KY from where we'd left it a week ago. Ah, man. My heart pounded louder in my ears and I started to sweat. If that's what Joel wanted from me than that's what he'd have, but it wasn't my best event. Couldn't we start with something I was good at?

He tossed the bottle so that it landed near my head, flicked open the fly of his jeans, and climbed on.

"Scoot up!" he growled straddling my chest. I scooted, but grabbed hold of his ass as I did so, sitting up to bury my nose in the opening. I nuzzled in, past the teeth on the zipper, finding his soft balls, his thick, hard cock straining at the fabric of his shorts. Putting my mouth to his nuts, I sucked and licked at them through the cotton.

"I want to get you off," I murmured, as his hips moved invitingly. "Let me get you off." I delved into the window of the shorts, inhaling his odor, finding and shifting his hairy balls with my probing tongue. I gave a lick up the velvet skin of his hard shaft, over the vein throbbing there, and felt his cock twitch with pleasure.

I got a taste of one delicious drop of pre-cum, and then I was shoved back. Joel, his face flushed with desire, yanked my shirt open, sending buttons sailing across the room. Hey! I almost cried out. I liked that shirt. Joel caught my wrists, holding hard enough to hurt as he brought them up over my head and captured them with one hand. His knees came under my ass, levering my hips.

"Don't move," he commanded, and from his pocket, he brought out his pocketknife. Using his teeth, he opened it up. A bit of sunlight seeping in through the blind flashed from it.

I went very still. Before this month, I wouldn't have believed that I had any desire to be this out of control, and I suppose that if it had been anyone else, I would have hated it. But it was Joel. Joel with his strong shoulders, sweat beginning to glisten under his arms; Joel, his green eyes hot with desire, Joel flashing that knife, wanting to expose me—that excited me.

I felt cold steel creeping under the waistband of my boxer-briefs. My breath went shallow. My cock, already stiff and tenting my shorts, got harder.

"Be very still," he almost sang, as the elastic snapped apart. He cut the other side, closed and tossed aside the knife, then ripped the fabric down the side seams. The shorts fell away, revealing my hard on. Having him gazing down at me, drinking in my nudity like that, thrilled me.

He took a moment to roll my balls and jack my cock. I groaned at his touch and bucked, my hips begging for more. He scooped up the remnants of my briefs and leaned over me. I licked and bit at his nipples as he tied my crossed wrists with the stretchy rags. His hands stroked down the length of my body, brushing aside the flaps of my shirt, as he came up on his knees, there between my spread legs.

His eyes never left me as he jerked down jeans and underwear. His heavy, pale cock rose up at a stiff angle from his pubic hair and fold of foreskin. The head was red and shiny with excitement. A pearl of pre-cum was there at the slit, making my mouth water. But Joel didn't offer it to me. Instead, he squeezed out the KY and stroked himself.

An evil smile came to his face. He grabbed a pillow, and slipped it under my ass.

*Joel*

His gasp when I tore his shirt open made my cock jump and dribble; seeing him instinctively try to cover himself with his hands excited me even more, as did the shuddering groan that issued from him when I cut and ripped his shorts off with my pocketknife. His hips rolled wildly for a second, his rampant cock sliding back and forth on his pre-cum slicked abs.

Seeing him lying under me, helpless because he wanted to be, because he was letting me take the power, made my heart pound like a jackhammer in excitement. Knowing he trusted that I wouldn't hurt him, that he believed he was safe with me even when I start waving a knife around, made me feel more loved than I'd ever dreamed possible.

My shaft, as hard as fossilized wood, fairly dripped when I'd finished coating it. Looking up, I saw him watching what I was doing, and gave him a calculatedly devilish smile. Snatching a pillow from beside his head, I stuffed it under his hips to keep them at the angle I wanted. I reveled in the smell of sweaty rut that already surrounded him as I braced myself on my forearm next to his shoulder and positioned myself at his opening. I captured his gaze at the same instant that I began applying pressure to his entrance. He remembered what to do and must have bore down hard. The speed with which he enveloped me took my breath away, so I took my time in settling myself in comfortably.

He sheathed me like silk, feeling so unbelievable I was barely able to check myself.

"I'm going to tell you how I want it to be," I said, leaning in, pumping slowly, "sothere won't be any confusion, and no need for you to wonder…I'm for you. No one gets to muss my hair but you, or nuzzle into it, like this." I buried my nose in his hair behind his ear, inhaling deeply and groaning from the erotic surge his smell gave me.

"Hear me, Dev," I whispered into his ear, and tugged at his lobe with my teeth, "Only you get to nibble on my ear."

"Ah, fuck!" he moaned back, squirming as my cock delved into his tight, heated tunnel and relentlessly massaged his prostate. His cock, bobbing over his stomach, dripped a river of pre-cum onto his abs. His bound hands twisted and strained.

God, he feels good! I bit my lip for a second, gliding in and out slower still, the better to relish the caress of inner velvet over my sensitive glans.

"My mouth is yours only; anytime, anywhere." I savored his unique flavor with a quick, demanding buss then moved down his chin to his throat. "My neck is yours bite." I trailed wet kisses over sweaty flesh. He groaned something unintelligible, gyrating madly in counter point to my controlled motions.

"My chest hair is yours to play with; only you get to lick and suck on my nipples." Pushing aside his sweat-dampened Armani suit shirt, I swabbed each areola, sucking at the hard nubs before licking into his underarm, tugging at the hair with my teeth.

"And no one gets to straddle my hips but you." I intoned, gripping his hips and tilting them up further so I could hammer his sweet spot. "No one but you gets to taste me, gets to fuck me. My dick is for your pleasure."

"Joel, man…" he moaned, his powerful legs jack-knifing into my ass. "C'mon—"

His twitching cock, the head almost purple, was desperate for friction. I found myself speeding up. Bursts of pleasure shot through my stomach as his hot, pulsing interior caressed my cock. My sack tightened, rising with desire, striking his ass. I bit down on the inside of my cheek hard, hoping the pain would block it some. I wanted to draw this out.

Dev had other ideas. Using his teeth, he freed his hands and grabbed me, desperately pulling me down. My sweat-soaked stomach grazed over his length.

Not yet, I thought frantically, I'm not done.

"I need to be yours, Devlin Christianson—oh, fuck—" I huffed, losing my breath. His inner muscles were working around my shaft, scattering my concentration. "And I need you to be mine…all mine!" His hands, one on my ass, the other clutching my back, pulled me into full contact with his starved cock. The feel of it there between us, slick and hungry-hard, excited me even more.

Wiping the streams of blinding sweat from my eyes, I took a heartbeat to savor the sight of him, my golden man, tangled in his soaked shirt, eyes shut, his face angelic with ecstasy.

Christ, how I loved him! Tell him, my mind whispered; stop hiding it…stop hiding from it!

I was shaking now, even as I lengthened my strokes, pulling clear back to his entrance before sinking back into his steamy depths, making him cry out. Every one of his exhalations became a loud barking and I shuddered to hear them. No one had ever made such sounds for me. His thick nails bit into my skin, gouging my back and flank. I wanted to race to the finish, but I fought the urge and managed to go still.

My heart sounded like a kettledrum in my ears as his eyes fluttered open to gaze up at me.

"I wouldn't want to live if you didn't love me," I confessed into an eternal pause.

*Devlin*

"No one gets to muss my hair but you, or nuzzle into it, like this," Joel informed me, even as he buried his nose into my hair while relentlessly taking my ass.

There'd been a burn when he entered, like the first time, but the second he'd settled into place, I'd experienced that heavenly, gone-to-jelly pleasure. Now he was giving me concentrated strokes that were driving me up a wall. I squirmed under him, my cock bouncing, getting only enough of a brush from his abs to make me buck for more. I was already fighting to get free of the damn underwear binding my wrists.

I might have ignored what he was saying entirely, crazed as I was with pleasure and desire, except his words were the hottest thing I'd ever heard.

"Hear me, Dev." He'd gotten a hold of my ear and was doing delicious things to it with his teeth and tongue. "Only you get to nibble on my ear," his hot breath whispered.

"Oh, fuck!" I groaned.

"My mouth is yours only; anytime, anywhere," he added, giving me a too-quick taste of his lips before heading down my neck, pressing at the pulse racing there. "My neck is yours bite."

Oh, fucking hell! It was unbelievable. He was giving himself to me, surrendering utterly and completely even as he pinned and claimed me. His stiff cock never stopped pumping into me, gliding in and out, bumping his balls at my ass, even as mine were jostled against his pelvis.

"My chest hair is yours to play with," he promised me, and I shivered. "Only you get to lick and suck my nipples." I felt my ruined shirt pushed aside and groaned with anticipation; his warm, rough tongue tormented my nipples, then tickled and toyed with my underarm. Shit, piss, fuck!

"And no one gets to straddle my hips but you," he added, his lips and teeth leaving my flushed skin, his hands gripping and jerking me into a position that, incredibly, his cock head struck that gland of pleasure even harder. Stars appeared against my eyelids and I writhed beneath him, my aching dick desperate for a stroke. My torn shirt was clinging to my sweat soaked skin, and I could barely catch enough breath to go on.

"Joel man, c'mon—"

"No one but you gets to taste me," he panted, "gets to fuck me." He was dripping sweat, still going, giving it to me. Unlike last week, however, I got it. This time I understood: Joel wasn't trying to have a good time with an inexperienced lover; he was, with every gasping breath and gleam of sweat, trying to prove his devotion to me. It drove me beyond lust and need. Frantically, I squeezed my heels into his ass cheeks. He gave into my desire and sped up, his hot, sweaty belly grazing my cock, making me cry out.

"My dick is for your pleasure."

I never imagined that anyone's words could matter to me during sex, could hit me in the gonads and make me want to come, but miracle of miracles, Joel's words did. No one, and I mean no one, had ever said anything so fucking hot to me. I got free of the stretchy material about my wrists and grabbed him.

"I need to be yours, Devlin Christianson—oh, fuck—" I heard him huffing, as I pulled him down. The perspiration running off him made him slippery and I dug my fingernails into him for purchase, scratching his lower back. Clenching my inner muscles, I worked to give back some small portion of what I was being given.

"And I need you to be mine…all mine!" he insisted, as that thick, hot cock of his, dragging its flared head back and forth, made me shout out sounds I'd never made before, felt things I'd never imagined a body could feel.

Then, quite suddenly, Joel trembled and went still. I felt his heart hammering against my chest and blinked open my eyes. He was gazing down at me as if I was all that existed in the universe.

"I wouldn't want to live if you didn't love me." I don't know how I heard him say it, I was so gone and dizzy with sensations, but I did. I also saw, through the sweat, Joel's green eyes, everything he felt for me in them.

I almost laughed, I almost screamed. Completely horned and charged up, ready to go and he wants to discuss something important! I can't say I didn't want to hear those words, though, just that they made for one hell of shotgun wedding.

Sometime in the future, there might be a proposal, likely mine on bended knee. There might be a ceremony with friends and family witnessing and some kind of holy man overseeing a public promise. This, however, was the real exchange of vows. Joel had just promised himself to me, every part of himself, utterly and completely in every way he knew how. Now he was asking for some token in return and for once, I felt not a single flicker of ambivalence. Any man who'd compete that hard to win me could fucking have me, forever and ever.

Damn straight.

"I don't want to live without you either," I somehow managed to breathe. "Everything you said back at'cha, sexy. You're mine, and I'm all yours."

*Joel

Dev trembled like a newborn colt beneath me, his body screaming for release, his blue-green eyes gazing up at me. I hung there, heart pounding, waiting for some response.

"I don't want to live without you either," he panted faintly. There was an almost hysterical laugh to his breathless voice, "Everything you said back at'cha, sexy. You're mine, and I'm all yours."

They were the most wonderful words I'd ever heard.

That was it. I lost my breath and my control. My hips thrust jerkily, my cock taking short, hard jabs at his sensitive trigger. A siren-like sound built in my chest and crawled up my throat with the impending orgasm. Resting my forehead on Dev's, I reached between us. Taking his shaft in a firm grip, I jacked him quickly.

I felt the first blast from his pulsing cock burst through my fingers. His body clenched around me, milking my hammering cock. The painful ball of tension in my gut snapped, shattering my senses and hurtled me into an abyss of brightly colored, swirling lights.

When I came back to myself, I could barely move. The most I could manage was to yank the pillow out from under Devlin so we lay flat on the chaise and straighten out my legs to ease the pain in my knees. Having expended my last reserves, I relaxed on top of him and nestled my lips into the crook of his slick neck.

*Devlin*

I was a trembling, sweat-soaked wreck: still recovering from an orgasm so intense I'd thought I'd go blind. My ass was humming with pleasure, slick with lube and Joel's hot come, and I was all tangled up in my ruined shirt. For a while I worked on regaining my breath and to stop shaking, to straightent out my cramped legs. The moment my muscles and nerves began to quiet, however, all the stormy feelings I'd been holding back since walking through that door started leaking out. To my intense embarrassment, tears began to roll down my face even as I laughed with shock.

"Dev?" Joel touched my face, concerned. I wrapped my arms about him and pressed my wet face into his sweaty shoulder. I was wildly, madly grateful to have him in my arms again.

"I thought—" I started to say. I couldn't get any further. I thought I'd fucked us all up.

I swallowed and tried to fight the tears. He held me close, murmuring into my sweaty hair. "It's all right. It's all right." He repeated it several times, holding me tight. Eventually, his words melded into soft humming in a soothing, pulsing beat. He began singing in Gaelic, "A store, a store, a gragh," it sounded like.

"What the fuck are you singing and why does it sound so familiar?" I asked sniffing mightily.

He obligingly switched to English, "My treasure, my treasure, my love," he sang, stroking my head and rocking me. "It sounds familiar because I say bits of it to you all the time. There's even some of it on the card with the gift I had for you. Please, tell me you didn't leave that at the bar."

"God no," I wiped at my eyes. "I love the picture, but you confused the hell out of me with that card. You and your damn Gaelic. I spent half the night terrified that it was a farewell note. I'm going to start speaking and writing Danish phrases at random and see how you like it."

He chuckled, "The card said, 'A halainn stór, tá grá agam duit,' which means, 'My beautiful treasure, I love you.' That's what the 'mystery meeting' on Wednesday was about, by the way. Iset up a photo session with Katie so we could take that picture. It's your four week anniversary gift."

"Oh," I said in a small voice. Now I felt really stupid. "Happy anniversary."

His arms tightened, "Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

I shook my head. "You—you ripped the buttons off my best dress shirt."

He pulled back, gazing at me nonplussed. "Um…I just enacted a prison rape scene, with you as the bitch, and you're worried about your buttons?"

I laughed and hugged him tight enough to crack his bones. Under my fingers, I could feel the scratches my nails had made in his skin. I brushed them lightly, apologetically. No one, I found myself thinking once again, no one had ever fought so hard for me. Fought all my fears and all my stubborn, cowardly excuses, in order to keep me.

"I'm glad you're not going back to Eric," I said, releasing him at last. "He wasn't worthy of you."

He gave me a sly smile. "And you are?"

"Hell no. I don't know what in the world you even see in me, except for the fact that I'm a living Adonis."

He chuckled and punched me in the arm. "You're generous, caring and the most amazing person—"

"Joel," I cut him off. I was actually blushing, which was new for me, humility not being one of my strong points. "I don't know who you're talking about, but it's not me. I'm vain and egotistical, selfish, thoughtless—"

"Kind, considerate, giving…" he interrupted, gazing at me as if I were all he ever wanted to look at for the rest of his life.

"The more I like someone the stupider I get," I insisted.

"No one's ever been as good to me as you've been. No one's ever brought me care packages when I was buried under mountains of work. No one's ever planned an entire day to cater to my tastes. I did the planning for things like that concert in the park, or it didn't happen, and if it didn't happen I was in the shit."

Now I really did want to kill Eric. The asshole! I may have expected the same of Cathy, but I'd never, ever given her shit about making or not making plans.

"I erased your text messages for fuck's sake," I pointed out in exasperation. "Did it without a second thought, because I didn't want you meeting up with your ex."

"It's why you did it that matters most to me."

"Joel—"

"—And you more than made up for it," he said giving my exhausted cock a stroke. Still overly sensitive, I sucked in a breath at his touch.

"Yeah, well, I'd promise you I won't do anything like that again…but my track record says I probably will. My advice, you should stop going for pretty, blond, egotistical studs and find a loving, selfless guy who can give you the happiness you deserve."