Irish Sex Fairy: Ellora's Cave

by Kelly Jamieson

  She lifted against him almost involuntarily until she gave a harsh cry and her body tightened. “God!” she cried. “Oh God!” He kept his thumb on her as he slid the toy out of her, slowly, bead by bead, drawing her orgasm out as long as he could.

  She lay there, her ribs lifting and expanding and she took in deep breaths, eventually relaxing. He kissed his way up, from each butt cheek, up the curve of her back to the base of her neck, where he nuzzled her beneath her hair.

  “That was so good,” she moaned, and rolled to her side. He lay on his side in front of her and put a hand on her smooth waist.

  “You are so hot.” Eyes fastened on her face, flushed and glowing, he leaned in for a kiss and their mouths met and clung in a long, searing kiss. Then he rolled to his back and flung his arms out to his side. “Okay, my turn.”

  She laughed and reached for the massage oil.

  Keara straddled Shane’s thighs and flipped open the cap of the bottle she held. She poured oil into her palm, closed the bottle and tossed it aside. Then she rubbed her palms together, all the while watching Shane. He hadn’t moved, still lying there, arms outstretched, and she slid her slick hands up over his chest. She lingered on his pecs, rubbing him there and earning a small groan. His eyes fell closed.

  She leaned over and kissed his mouth, sucked his bottom lip, then shifted a little lower to kiss his chest. She nibbled on one small nipple with her lips, flicked her tongue across first one, then the other, making Shane groan again and twitch.

  She kissed her way down his taut abdomen, sucked on his navel, kissed the soft skin just below it. Then she nuzzled the dark curls, breathing in his male scent. Her hands slid up his legs, her fingertips teasing the sensitive skin of his inner thighs and then she pushed his legs apart. His cock thrust up, solid and broad, the veins prominent, the head glistening. She swiped her tongue over it, swallowed the taste of him.

  She loved the smell of him, the taste of him, the way his cock got so hard for her. With a sigh of pleasure she kissed the tip, then took hold of it and rubbed it over her lips. Before she got started though, she needed something… She reached over the side of the bed and felt around for the toy she’d brought…there it was. She straightened, holding the small black latex toy.

  “What is that?” Shane croaked.

  She smiled and held it up. It looked like a small, oddly curved dildo. “It’s a Boy Toy.”

  He blinked, eyes focused on the small device.

  “A male G-spot stimulator.” Her smile widened. The things she had learned since working in Maeve’s shop!

  “Male G-spot?” His voice sounded thick.

  “Otherwise known as the prostate.”

  “Oh.”

  At the look on his face, she smiled again. “You said I could do the same to you.”

  “Uh…”

  “Sshh.” She wriggled herself into position between his thighs and circled his cock with her fingers. “Just relax and enjoy.” And she took him in her mouth. He filled her mouth and she let her tongue wet him, slid her lips up and down the thick shaft. Delicious. Hot. Thick. He bumped the back of her throat.

  “Christ, Keara.” His hands lifted to her head and gathered her hair up in big handfuls. “Oh Christ.”

  She sucked on him for a few wonderful minutes then let him slid from her mouth. She held his cock up flat against his abdomen and kissed and licked his balls, nipped at the flesh of his inner thighs, then pushed his balls high too, and licked below them.

  “Fuck!” he groaned. “Oh fuck.”

  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 gon
e. 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 her ribs, watching the dark shadow race down the lane. Dear God. Shane was running outside naked, never mind unarmed, chasing a burglar or whatever the guy was. He was crazy.

  Shane stopped near his car parked behind the building. As if he suddenly realized he wasn’t exactly dressed to be chasing criminals, he turned and came back.

  “Shit,” he growled. “Gotta phone for backup.”

  Backup? What the hell did he think he was going to do? But he was leaping up the stairs two at a time, and when she caught up to him in the bedroom he was stumbling into his jeans while he barked orders into the cell phone.

  He snapped the phone shut and tossed it on the bed, shoved both hands into his hair. “Shit, shit, shit.”

  “What was that? Who was that? Oh, Shane.” Trembling, she went over to him. His body was tight and vibrating.

  “Gotta go,” he muttered. “See if I can find that asshole.”

  “Oh no.” She watched him leave, biting her bottom lip. He wore only his jeans and shoes now, still bare-chested, and he thundered down the stairs and out the door.

  Again Keara followed him, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts. She stood in the open door again, still wearing only her silk robe, then realized she should close and lock the door in case the guy came back.

  So she did that, stood there trembling, peering out the small window watching for Shane. How had the guy gotten in? She hadn’t heard a thing. Even when not armed, the alarm system always beeped when either door was opened, and the sound was clearly audible in the bedroom. She’d been drowsy but not that out of it that she wouldn’t have heard it.

  Her mouth dry, she tried to swallow. This was crazy. It was like trouble was following her around. What was she, a magnet for criminals?

  * * * * *

  The police were still there when Maeve arrived home. Shane glanced up from where he directed one of his officers. Her eyes widened at the sight of a uniformed officer dusting for fingerprints in her shop.

  “What’s going on here?” She stood there gazing around, taking in Keara and Shane, now fully dressed.

  “Oh, Maeve.” Keara moved over to her and put a hand on her arm. “Someone broke into your shop!”

  “What?” Her scarlet mouth dropped open. “How can that be? Where were you?”

  “I was here.”

  “Oh Jaysus. Are you okay, muirnín?”

  “I’m fine. Shane was here with me.”

  A knowing look flashed in her eyes but she immediately grew serious again. “Well, thank Jesus and Mary for that. What happened?”

  “We don’t know how he got in.” Shane walked over to them. He didn’t want to alarm her, but she had to know. “There’s no sign of forced entry at all.”

  “We didn’t hear the alarm chime,” Keara added, not wanting to mention that they wouldn’t have heard an earthquake if it had happened while they were in the midst of screaming simultaneous orgasms.

  “Well, how did he get in, then?” Maeve fixed her gaze on Shane.

  He grimaced and shoved a hand through his hair. “No fu—uh, no idea.”

  “Hey, Chief,” one of the men called to Shane. “We found something.” He strode across the shop to where Jim Mahon stood in the Staff Only doorway.

  “Some stuff looks like it’s been moved in this storage room, and I think we found some dirty footprints. Come see.”

  Shane had to agree, but he called Maeve and Keara to ask if they’d moved some boxes in the store room. They both shook their heads, but unfortunately he wasn’t confident of Maeve’s memory.

  “I’m sure,” Keara said in a low voice. “I just stacked those there yesterday.”

  “Looks like he might have been hiding behind them.”

  “Oh dear God.” She put her fingers to her mouth. “You mean he came in when the store was opened and hid here all day?”

  “Who knows how long he was here.” He turned to Maeve. “Were you working today? Was Jayla?”

  “Jayla worked from one to six today. I was in and out.”

  “Keara? Did you work in the store today?”

  “I was in and out too. It got busy around four so I helped Jayla.”

  “I’ll need to talk to her too, but do you remember anyone coming in who seemed suspicious?”

  Keara rubbed her forehead and squeezed her eyes shut. “I don’t think so.”

  “The guy was shorter than me, smaller, and he was wearing a dark sweatshirt with the hood over his head. Ring any bells?”

  Her brow furrowed as she concentrated, but shook her head. “Jayla will likely remember more, she was here the whole time.”

  “If anything comes to you, just let us know.”

  She nodded.

  “I don’t understand,” Maeve said. “Was nothing stolen, then?”

  “Doesn’t look like it, but again, we’d like you to look around. You don’t keep cash here, do you?”

  “Um. Well…”

  “Maeve.”

  “Sometimes if I don’t feel like going to the bank, I take everything upstairs and put it in a safe place.”

  “He didn’t come upstairs,” Keara assured her. “And as far as I can tell, nothing was taken from the store.”

  “People don’t often break into a sex shop to steal vibrators,” Maeve stated and Shane swallowed a laugh.

  “True enough.”

  After Maeve had checked around, Shane told Keara to take her upstairs while they finished up.

  “This is weird,” Jim said to him. “That the guy would hide in the store. What would his motive be if he didn’t want to steal anything?”

  Shane pressed his lips together. There was something about all this that bugged him. Keara had thought her apartment was being broken into. Turned out to be nothing. Someone forced her off the road. They still hadn’t heard back from the lab about the make and model of the vehicle that had done it. Now this.

  Fucking weird. He scowled and paced, then turned to Jim. “I’m worried about Keara.”

  Jim gazed back at him blankly. “Okay.”

  Shane shook his head. “Never mind. Let’s just worry about solving this case.”

  He went up to check on Keara and Maeve. The way Keara had been feeling lately, this was the last thing she needed. His gut clenched as he imagined the fear she would now be feeling.

  But when he got upstairs, he found her calmly and confidently reassuring Maeve. “I’m fine,” she said. He stood there and watched her pour the Jameson’s into two glasses. She looked up at him and the way her face warmed and softened was like a fist grabbing his insides and twisting. Holy shit. He was in deep trouble here. Fighting for composure, he walked over to them in Maeve’s small kitchen.

  “Would you like one of these?” Keara lifted the bottle.

  He stared to refuse then changed his mind. “Yeah,” he said. “I would.” So she
poured a measure of amber liquid into a third glass and handed it to him.

  “I was just telling Maeve that it wasn’t that bad. The guy didn’t get upstairs or anything. Nobody got hurt. Nothing got stolen. It’s weird, but it’s all okay. Right?” Her eyes met his steadily. He lifted the glass to his lips and sipped the burning liquor.

  “Right.” He paused. “And we’ll find the guy.”

  He wasn’t that confident they’d be able to, but maybe some prints would show up and they’d get lucky. Maybe Jayla would remember something significant. It was possible.

  He wanted to talk to Keara more about the break-in at her home in LA, but this wasn’t the time. Maeve, for a change, looked more shaken than Keara did and Keara was doing a great job of calming her down. He smiled at her as he sipped his whiskey.

  * * * * *

  “Are you okay, Keara?” Maeve asked the next day. “I’m sure last night must have shaken you up.”

  Keara tipped her head to one side and thought about that. Strangely, she’d slept fine. Probably still sated from all the orgasms Shane had given her. Ha. Doped up on…what was that? Oxytocin? Endorphins? She hadn’t even been nervous. Shane had made sure the building was locked securely and the alarm system working before he’d left. What were the chances the guy would come back? And who knew why he was even there?

  Keara had her own theory. She was a little worried that the sex shop might attract some unusual characters. Perhaps someone a bit unbalanced had some strange idea about hiding in the store and then trying things out—maybe someone with a strange fetish. This had never happened before, according to Maeve, but after seeing some of the customers come in, like the guy who was so embarrassed he kept his hood over his head, it wasn’t that farfetched.