Irish Sex Fairy: Ellora's Cave by Kelly Jamieson (free books to read txt) 📗

Her tongue tasted and teased the tight flesh. She let the Boy Toy fall to the mattress and used both hands to push his thighs wider, wider, then up and back, exposing more of him to her mouth. She sucked on the smooth, firm flesh of his buttocks, licked up and down, around his anus.

He made a strangled noise, let go of her hair and grabbed his legs just below the knees, holding them up, rolling his hips off the mattress. Again, she took her time, playing there with lips and tongue and teeth, while his body shook and tensed. He wasn’t stopping her. He seemed to like it. That was good. Very good. Because she’d never done this before and she wanted him to enjoy it.

She’d been studying for this.

She stroked a fingertip over the puckered hole. Once. Twice. Watched it wink at her. One more time, and then…she pushed her fingertip inside.

“Jesus!” His hips lifted in reaction, and he pulled his legs higher yet. God that was hot. So hot she lost her breath, pulled back just to look at him for a moment, lying there, his cock and balls held out of the way, his ass on display for her. God she loved his ass. A rush of liquid heat surged between her legs. This was turning her on as much as it was him.

She pumped her finger in and out, not far, just inside the tight ring of muscle that clamped around her, while Shane made strangled moaning noises. “Fuck, Keara. What’re you doing…?”

She didn’t answer. He knew exactly what she was doing. She leaned down and let saliva slip out of her mouth and over his perineum, let her finger get wet with it, pumped a few more times, then withdrew. Time for the Boy Toy.

She poured some of the oil onto it and rubbed it all over, then tucked the rounded end of it against Shane’s anus. She held it there, just nudging for a few seconds, and then pushed it into him slowly. Very slowly. She didn’t want to hurt him since this apparently was his first time…she thought.

He made a guttural noise and she looked up at his face, his eyes squeezed shut, his square jaw rigid. “Okay?” she whispered.

He made another choked noise but it wasn’t a no, or a get-that-thing-out-of-me. So she kept it inside him with one hand while she held his cock with the other and took him in her mouth again. She sucked. He bucked. She fucked his ass with the toy. Lava-hot arousal flowed through her body, gathering in her pussy.

“Gonna come,” he gasped. “Sorry…fast…aw fuck!”

He spurted into her mouth, tangy and hot, and she sucked and swallowed and held the toy inside him while his whole body jerked and jumped. When he finally stilled, she slowly released him from her mouth, loving the feel of the ridge of the crown as it slid through her lips, and slowly pulled out the Boy Toy.

“Holy shit,” he muttered. “Holy fucking shit.”

She tossed the toy aside and slid up his body in a sensual slide of oil and sweat. She kissed his mouth, and he turned his face toward her and kissed her back, his mouth urgent, hungry, hot. His arms came around her and squeezed her so tightly she almost couldn’t breathe.

“Was that okay?” she finally asked, pressing her cheek against his.

“That was unbelievable.” He still sounded as if he’d just run a marathon, his chest still heaving beneath her breasts.

“But good unbelievable?” she persisted, wanting to make sure she really hadn’t done something he didn’t want.

“Oh yeah. Hell yeah.” Again he caught her hair in his hands, held her head and kissed her. “Hell yeah.”

Chapter Fifteen

Another Tuesday-night bridge game was an excuse for Shane to come over and keep Keara company, and as usual they ended up in bed, hot, sweaty and sated.

Keara drifted on a floating cloud of near-sleep when she heard the noise from below. She blinked. Maeve home already? She lifted her head to peer at the alarm clock beside the bed. It was nearly ten. Maeve usually got home around eleven.

“Did you hear that?” she murmured to Shane. His arms tightened around her.

“Hmmmm? Hear what?” His drowsy voice was so sexy.

Then a crash had her sitting straight up in bed, head whipping around. “What was that?”

Shane too sat up, rubbing his eyes. “Maeve?”

“I don’t think so. I didn’t hear the alarm beep. What could it be?”

“I’ll go look.”

He climbed out of bed and headed toward the door.

“Put some clothes on!” she hissed at him, but he ignored her and with three long-legged strides he was out of the bedroom and gone. Heart pounding, she slid out of bed too, and grabbed her robe. She wrapped the silky garment around her, holding it closed with her arms as she tiptoed out of the bedroom after him. She waited at the top of the stairs as he thudded down them, his naked body a shadow in the darkness.

When he neared the bottom of the stairs another shadow appeared. Keara’s eyes flew wide and she gasped. Who was that? What the…

The other shadow was darker, fully clothed, even a dark shroud over his head, and with a muttered curse and grunt, Shane lunged at it.

“Shane!” She put her hands to her mouth. Should she run down there and help him? What could she do? Well, she had to do something, and she started down the stairs, her robe sliding open and billowing behind her, but she didn’t care.

As she trotted down the stairs the other person had already gotten to the back door. Shane leaped for him, but he had the door open and yanked from Shane’s reaching grasp on his shirt. Keara felt the cool draft as she continued her sprint down the stairs and she arrived just as Shane took off through the door after the guy.

“Shane!” She stood in the open door, trembling hands over her mouth, heart banging against