An Irish Affair (Heart 0f Hope Book 2)

by Ajme Williams

  He lifted his head to look down on me. Those green Irish eyes studied me, like he knew I was having another tug-of-war in my head.

  “Can you stay the night?” he asked.

  I shook my head. “I need to get back.”

  “Spend the day with me then. I’ll take you back after dinner.”

  I should say no. I had to say no. Yet how could I, with his beautiful eyes and sexy smile just inches away?

  “Okay.”

  He smiled, and it flooded my heart with joy. I wish I knew how to quit him, and at the same time, all I wanted was to see that smile as often as I could. I was in deep trouble.

  He kissed me. “Stop thinking about all this, Serena. If today is all you can give me, then I’ll take it.”

  I wanted to give him more. I wanted to see if we could build on what we started five years ago. But I knew it would be a house of cards that would eventually tumble down and, in the end, Andrew would get hurt.

  “Are you hungry?” he asked.

  I worked to push away my concerns and focus on the one day we’d have. I gave him a sexy smile. “For you, yes.”

  He grinned. “Whatever you want from me, take it.”

  “I didn’t get a good look at you. I want to see you. All of you.”

  He moved off me, removing the condom, tying it off. “I need to dispose of this.” He sauntered off completely naked. I admired his ass as he disappeared down a hall.

  He came back naked and held out a hand. “How about breakfast?”

  “Okay.” I reached for my shirt.

  “You don’t need that. I want to see you too.”

  I didn’t have a problem with my body. Yes, it was bigger than what most women wanted, but I liked my curves. Devin liked my curves. But that didn’t mean I was comfortable walking around naked.

  He smirked. “Don’t hide those magnificent tits.” He held out his hand. I took it and let him lead me to the kitchen. He whipped up eggs and toast.

  “I didn’t know you could cook,” I said as he set a plate in front of me.

  “A man’s gotta eat.”

  “I just figured you had a cook.”

  He glanced at me. “My parents do. I don’t. I can also drive and even iron my own clothes, although I do prefer to pay people for that.”

  “Sorry,” I said feeling like maybe I was being unfair to him.

  “Hey.” He reached out and put his hand over mine. “It’s okay. I know my world is different from most people’s. But I’m not different. I’m still a guy who has a hardon for a girl.”

  “Do you?” I leaned over to look in his lap. His dick wasn’t full-on hard, but it wasn’t completely flaccid either. As I watched, it seemed to thicken.

  “Always.”

  “Hmm.” I wiped some of the jam on my plate with my finger and drew it along his dick. Now it was nearly full-tilt. It was magnificent, beautiful and I wanted to taste it.

  “Ah fuck, Serena.”

  I pushed at him until he scooted his chair back and I could kneel between his legs. “I want to suck you.”

  His fingers thread through my hair. “I’m not stopping you.”

  I licked a line over the jam I’d drawn on his length. His dick jumped and he hissed.

  I gripped him with my fist, giving him a stroke as I licked one ball and then the other.

  He groaned and he adjusted his hips to give me better access. I pushed his thighs wider as I moved closer to him and brought his dick to my mouth.

  “Yes, baby, yes, suck me.”

  I pressed my lips over his tip, and licked my tongue along the velvety smoothness.

  He let out a long sigh. “More.”

  I inhaled the scent of him, a mixture of soap and something uniquely Devin. It was exactly the same as it had been five years ago. That hadn’t changed. Nor had the taste of him. Or my need for him.

  I drew him into my mouth slowly, flicking my tongue over him as he slipped through my lips. I cupped and massaged his balls as I began to work him as he’d taught me five years ago, sliding my lips up and down, slow at first, and faster as his breath quickened and his hips rocked.

  Soon he was panting. “I’m gonna come…Show me your tits.”

  I withdrew him from my mouth and jacked him off, as I held up one breast for him. He tweaked the nipple.

  “I want to come on them…fuck…I’m there.” His dick jerked in my hand and milky hot liquid sprayed out over my breast. He groaned as I continued to stroke his cock and his cum cover my chest.

  He sagged back in his chair, dropping his head back. I leaned forward and licked the tip of his dick before pulling it back into my mouth and cleaning him off.

  His fingers found my hair again. “I love your mouth.”

  I smiled up at him. I’d never felt so sexy and feminine except around him. “You made a mess.”

  He grinned. “It’s your fault.” In a quick move, he stood, pulling me up with him and pushing me back until I was sitting on the edge of the table. “My turn.”

  8

  Devin

  Did I want Serena out at the beach house for a chance to fuck her? Sure. But to be honest, I thought the best I might get was her warming up to me. Maybe a kiss. So, I was feeling really good about this turn of events. Already I’d had two mind-blowing orgasms, and now I was going to get lost in her luscious body. If I was lucky, by the time she was ready, I’d be hard again and I could feel her tight pussy hugging my cock again. Thank God I brought a few condoms into the kitchen with me after our romp on the couch.

  She sat on the edge of the table, and I pushed her thighs open so I could step between them as I cradled her face and kissed her. So far, I had her for one day, but if I played my cards right, I planned to parlay that into more days.

  As I kissed her, I cupped her breasts. My sticky cum coated them, sending a new wave of blood to my dick at the eroticism of that. I dipped my head, using my tongue to clean her tits, sucking her nipples as I did. I loved the little gasps and sighs that escaped her mouth as I played with her tits. The first time we’d been together, she’d been a virgin, but she hadn’t been hesitant. She’d been open and responsive. I’d never been with a woman like that. Sure, some women were eager and assertive in bed, but with Serena, it always felt like she was surrendering her pleasure to me. She gave herself over to my touch and let me know exactly what it did to her.

  I’d been a little concerned this time, since she was so guarded around me, that it would be different. That even in sex, a part of her would be withheld from me. But that wasn’t the case. From that first kiss, I felt her body go completely pliant against mine. It was like she was melting into me. It was fucking fantastic.

  As I focused on her nipples, her hand went to my dick, gently stroking him back to life. Not that he needed that. Simply being next to her. Touching her. That’s all my dick needed to fill with liquid heat.

  For a moment, I wondered how many other men since me had a chance to suck her tits and fuck her sweet pussy. I growled at the thought of it. Mine. Of course, she wasn’t mine. She hadn’t been mine since the day she decided not to run off with me. But that didn’t mean that deep in my soul, part of me still felt connected to her. That part of me was hers, and she was still mine.

  I pushed that away knowing it was too soon to be thinking like that. First, she was right in that we were different and perhaps this little tryst would end with us realizing that what we had five years ago was great, but that we couldn’t recapture it.

  Good luck with that, I thought. I knew already that even while she might leave today thinking this was a one-off, I’d want more. I’d always wanted more. The fact that during our time apart, there were times I was with another woman, but imagining Serena at the moment of orgasm told me she’d always been there with me, even when I thought I’d put her behind me.

  I pushed her back until she lay on the table. “I’m still hungry.” I reached over for the jam, taking a large glop in my fingers and running it over her belly and lower to
that sexy nest of curls.

  “Oh!” she gasped.

  “You’re already sweet down there,” I said as I lapped up the jam from her belly, dragging my tongue down. I’d feasted on her earlier, but I could never get enough of her sweet pussy.

  I flicked my tongue over her clit, loving how her hips bucked and she cried out.

  “I’m gonna make you come hard baby. You ready?”

  “Yes…Devin…oh, yes.”

  Music to my ears. I used her moans and sighs and mews to guide me as I used lips and tongue to push her up and up. Just when I thought she’d fly over, I stopped, moving to kiss or suck her inner thigh. Chances were, there’d be a mark. If there was another man in her life, he’d see that she was mine now.

  “Oh God, Devin, don’t stop, don’t stop…” Her hand gripped my head and I knew I needed to give her what she wanted.

  I thrust two fingers inside her, and sucked on her clit. Her entire body went taut for a second and then she screamed my name as I fucked her with my fingers and sucked her clit. By now, my dick was aching. Precum dripped onto the floor and chances were good he’d blow all on his own.

  “I’ve got to fuck you baby.” I stood, grabbing the condom on the table and with shaking hands finally getting that sucker on my dick. I nearly chucked it and would fuck her bare. In that moment, it was worth risking a pregnancy just to feel her around my dick again. I’d done that the last time and thank fuck she hadn’t gotten pregnant. Then again, maybe if she had, she’d have come to Europe with me.

  “Oh God, Devin more…I need you inside me.”

  Jesus, when she said that, it always nearly made my head explode. I hooked her legs over my shoulder and lined my dick up.

  “Touch yourself baby because I won’t last long enough to make you come again.” With that, I thrust in and sweet mother of God it was like going home. She was so tight. It made me wonder if maybe it had been a long time since she’d been with anyone. Her body wrapped around my cock like it was made for it. Like she was made for me.

  Her fingers slid to her clit and rubbed, and it was so fucking hot. “Yeah, baby, make yourself come.” I thrust in and out of her so hard the table scraped back on the floor. I held her hips as I drove in again and again. Need coiled tight in my balls.

  “Ah fuck baby…now…now…”

  Her hips bucked up and her pussy fisted so tight around my cock I swore I saw stars as she launched me into the stratosphere.

  “Yes!” I yelled as the first wave of release shot out of my cock. I pumped in her again, each time amazed at just how fucking good it felt.

  Finally, my dick was empty. My legs were noodles. I grabbed the chair and sank down.

  “Come here.” I used what strength I had left and pulled her into my lap. Her head dropped to my shoulder as I wrapped my arms around her. We sat in the kitchen, her wrapped around me straddling my lap, messy from jam and cum. It was fucking perfect. If only it could last.

  But of course, it didn’t last. She’d given me the day, but on the drive back to the city, I could feel her slowly pulling away. When we reached her apartment building, she wouldn’t let me walk her up. She tried to be nice about it, but she was adamant. I wanted to push her on it, but I also didn’t want to ruin the fantastic day we’d had by ending it with an argument.

  “I want to see you again,” I said reaching for her hand that she pulled out of my reach as we sat in the car.

  “We will during the planning of your parents’ party.”

  My dick was fully invested in this relationship, but at that moment, I realized my heart was already latching on to hers because I could feel it crack as she once again pushed me into the client-zone.

  I nodded, because what else could I say or do? What I didn’t understand was why. I could ask, but she wouldn’t tell me. That I knew for sure. My only choice was to use the party for my parents as a way to wear down her emotional wall until she let me in.

  Project get-Serena-to-open-up started the next week back out at the beach house. I could see when she walked in that she was going to try to make this a work-only situation. Initially I went along with it. After all, the party was real and it did need to go off well, not just for me and my parents, but for Serena and her career as well.

  She brought books and catalogs with all sorts of party items that I had to choose. Mostly, I didn’t care and let her be the expert. She’d ordered invitations, which I had my assistant send out. Serena recommended that I call people too since it was short notice, which I’d done the day before.

  At noon, the caterer arrived with samples for us to try. I liked it all, but again, deferred to Serena for the final selection of food. When the caterer left with our order and my money, I knew it was time to make my move.

  “I’m going to grab a glass of wine. Will you join me?”

  “I should get home.”

  “Just one glass. We got a lot done. I know my parents are going to have a great event. We should celebrate.”

  She gave me that look that said she knew what I was doing, but she nodded. “One drink.”

  I smiled, knowing it undid her a little bit when I did, and then got the wine.

  “You know, this party isn’t that far from St. Patrick’s day and your family is Irish. I wonder if we shouldn’t have done that?” she said.

  I shook my head. “My mom will like the elegance of the pearl theme. As long as we have real Irish whiskey on hand, my dad will be fine with anything.”

  She sat on the couch in the sunroom as I handed her the glass of wine. I sat next to her, but gave her some space.

  “How Irish are you?” she asked.

  “About as Irish as you can be outside of Ireland. The ancestor that opened the Roarke in New York came from Ireland. The first Roarke restaurant was a little pub his father had opened in Dublin.”

  “The Roarke was the first franchise,” she said.

  I laughed. “I suppose. My mother was an O’Conner. All their ancestors were Irish too. I think they were mostly arranged marriages, especially after they built their wealth.”

  “Hmm.” She looked at me funny, but I couldn’t decipher why. Maybe it had to do with her thinking my family wouldn’t think she was good enough.

  “Do you still do the St. Patrick’s Day pub crawl?” I asked.

  “No. Not since the time we did it.”

  “Really? Why not?”

  “School. Life. You know.” She sipped her drink and looked out over the ocean. I got the impression there was more to her answer but that she didn’t want to tell me about it.

  I put my glass down. “It’s no secret here that I want you, Serena—”

  “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

  “I know.” I turned to her and rubbed one of her dark curls between my fingers. “But out here…there is no school or life. It’s just us.” I saw the flicker of interest in her eyes. “I’ve been respecting your space and I still will. Whatever is holding you back isn’t out here though.”

  “It’s not good to indulge in this thing between us.”

  “Why not?” I took a chance, moving closer and caressing her cheek with my finger. Her head tilted into it and her eyes closed as if she was savoring my touch.

  “It just isn’t.”

  “But you want to?” I leaned forward, kissing her neck.

  “Yes.” She turned her head to look at me. I hated the war I saw in her eyes. Why couldn’t she just let go? “You’re like chocolate, Devin.”

  “Oh?”

  “Sweet. Sexy. And I can’t get enough.”

  I grinned. “You can have as much of me as you want.” I wanted to push her back and take her, but I waited and waited, staring into her lovely blue eyes until finally, she pulled me over her and opened to me once again.

  Her body was like a garden of Eden, lush, sweet, ripe. Knowing this was my only chance to have her for a while, I took my time hoping that with my touch, I could convince her to not shut me out when we left again today.


  She pushed me back, and for a moment, I wondered if she’d changed her mind. But then she straddled me, her body taking in my hard cock, her tits bouncing as she rode me. I buried my face in them, inhaling the sweet scent of her. So much of her was like before. Her beauty. Her scent. Her sexy body. Her quick wit. And yet she wasn’t as open and approachable, except in moments like this. When our bodies were entwined, I knew all of her was with me.

  “Oh God, Devin…I’m coming…” Her head dropped back and her fingers gripped my shoulders as she rode me hard, seeking her release. It was the most beautiful vision in the world.

  “Yes, baby come…I want to watch you come…” I gritted my teeth to stave off my own release that was rapidly approaching.

  She cried out, her pussy clamping around my cock like a vise as she came down on me.

  “Ah fuck…” I gasped as my orgasm teetered on the brink.

  Her moan was long and beautiful as she continued to ride me. “Come with me,” she gasped.

  That was all it took. I let go and when she slid down on me again, I was off into the oblivion that only her body could take me to.

  I gripped her hips as I pumped my life into hers. Or I would have, but I remembered to wear a condom. But I could imagine all my cum inside her, dripping out of her and it heightened my release.

  As we came down, I held back my request for more time with her knowing she’d shoot it down. I felt a bit foolish allowing myself to be happy with crumbs. Didn’t I deserve more? What sort of pussy was emotionally whupped to accept whatever little bit a woman would offer? Me, that’s who.

  A part of me resented her for that, and yet, I knew that right now, I had no choice. Not if I wanted these fleeting moments. I had to hope that over time, whatever was causing her to put up barriers would be overcome and we could truly see what if we had something special.