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I closed my eyes and took a breath before answering. “So much. So, so much.”
“Hmm.” He reached for his cock and brushed the tip across my mouth. The sticky wetness from the tip smeared against my lips. I stuck my tongue out to swipe at it.
“Please,” I breathed. “Please let me taste you, Irish.”
He used the hand in my hair to pull my head closer and fed me his dick slowly. “Open up those sexy lips,” he murmured. “That’s it. Just like that. Use your tongue. Mm-hm. Fuck, Hudson. Yes. So good. Such a sweet mouth. You like sucking me, don’t you? Like taking my cock deep in your mouth. That’s right. God, you’re making my balls tight. Want to come down your throat or deep in your arse. Would you like that?”
He kept encouraging me with soft words, half-dirty but somehow half-tender too. No matter what came out of his mouth, though, it was spoken with full control. There was no doubt in my mind who was in charge here, and it wasn’t me.
Thank god.
I bobbed up and down, trying to make it good for him, using one hand to caress his sac while the other remained wrapped around his stiff length to keep me from gagging too much. My eyes stayed locked on his until I caught sight of his ab muscles bunching in anticipation of his release.
“Take it all,” he said through gritted teeth. “You can do it.”
He held my head tight and forced himself into my throat with one last push as his release hit. I gagged violently against the invasion and felt tears pour out of my eyes.
But I forced myself to calm down and swallowed every single drop.
As soon as I was done, Charlie dropped to his knees in front of me and launched himself into my arms.
“Bloody hell,” he said against the side of my neck. “Fucking Christ, Hudson.”
The amazement and gratitude in his voice coupled with the intense trembling of his entire body was praise enough. He was surprised I’d been able to handle it. I’d pleased him. It was then that I realized I’d held power the entire time also. The power to make him come so hard he lost control, the power to bring him to his knees with gratitude. The power to make him want to tackle me to the ground and pay me back in spades.
I lay beneath him on the braided area rug of the bunkhouse bedroom and felt the hot, wet suction of his gratitude. I wondered if I’d ever gotten a blow job on the floor before.
No.
I wondered if I’d ever had someone shove their finger into my mouth for me to suck on before sticking it into my ass.
Most definitely no.
I wondered if I’d ever been naked with someone, feeling on the verge of orgasm and wondering what it would feel like to come with another man’s dick pounding into me from behind.
“Holy fuck,” I gasped as I shot long and deep into Charlie’s throat.
It took me a while to catch my breath. When I finally came down from the clouds, I noticed Charlie’s head on my shoulder and his long index finger making circles in my chest hair.
“Just so you know,” he said in a light, playful voice, “that was what we Irish call foreplay.”
Luck of the Irish, indeed.
I finally had the foresight to move us up to the more comfortable bed from the hard floor. We settled in together under the blankets and naturally resumed the same position with Charlie’s head on my shoulder and my arm around him. Our legs were tangled together, and Charlie’s knee dragged softly up and down my thigh.
“Did you sleep with Stevie?” I asked. I’d been trying my best not to think about it, but after he mentioned having breakfast with the guy the morning after their date, how could I not assume they’d slept together? The thought of Charlie’s naked body in bed with Stevie Devore made my stomach knot.
He chuckled and lifted his head up to meet my eyes. “No. Sorry I implied I did. I was bothered about you and Darci. Immature, yeah?”
I ran my fingers through his tangled locks. “Maybe. But even back in Ireland, I was peeved hearing about your ex Pat in Waterford.”
Charlie sat up and faced me. “Pat? Who told you about… oh, Cait. What did she say?”
I reached for his hand, unwilling to stop touching him while we spoke. “She told me he’d fucked you over, disrespected you and your relationship, then toyed with you after that. Sounds like a douche.”
Charlie’s lips turned up in a grin. “That word sounds weird coming out of your mouth.”
I pulled his hand up and kissed his knuckles, tasting the barest hint of hand soap with the tip of my tongue. “It’s not a word I normally use, but this is an extreme circumstance, wouldn’t you agree?”
