Suddenly, she’s like a predator stalking her prey… and I like it. She stares into my eyes as she unbuttons my shirt, tearing it from my shoulders and tossing it to the floor. She traces her fingernails over my chest, and I wince as she unbuckles my belt, slowly edging me back toward the bed. She pulls the zipper down on my pants, rubbing her palm over my hardened bulge and I feel it throbbing against her squeeze. I throw my head back and groan as she yanks the rest of my clothes abruptly over my hips, and I quickly step out of them.
“Holy fuck, Siobhan,” I gasp, my head swimming with uncontrollable desire for her.
“You like that, lover boy?” she whispers, curling her fingers around my manhood and stroking me gently, back and forth. “Not bad for an Irish country lass, huh?” My cock is so fucking hard, and all I can think about is what kind of heaven I’ll be in when I bury it deep inside her warm wetness.
“Uh… um… not bad at all,” is all I can manage to whimper out as she continues to pump me, spreading my slick pre-cum along my shaft.
“Just, ‘not bad’, huh? Wrong, answer, Ben,” she says. “It feels fucking amazing, doesn’t it,” she coos, stroking me a little faster. My eyes roll in my head as the sensation builds and I feel like I’m about to explode. “You do have a condom, right?” she asks.
“Back… pants… pocket,” I groan out between deep sighs. She fumbles in my clothes with her free hand until she finds it, then rips it open between her teeth.
“Thank, God for that. I’m so fucking horny for you right now,” she says, rolling it expertly over my length with both hands, then she lets go of my dick and pushes me back onto the bed. I already feel breathless, and somewhat helpless as she climbs on top and straddles me. My hands explore her body, caressing her back, her peachy ass, and her breasts as she grinds her warm pussy against my throbbing cock.
I grab her hips and pull her onto me, feeling her slick pussy lips sliding along the bottom of my shaft. I position myself at her entrance then drive myself inside her wetness. She gasps, and I growl as I fill her. She falls forward, pinning my shoulders to the bed with her hands while she rocks herself against me, riding my thrusts. My head is swimming with lust and desire for her like I’ve never known with any girl before. Every grind of her pussy on my hard cock, throbbing inside her, sends another wave of pleasure through me.
I palm her firm breasts, teasing her stiff nipples with my thumbs. She closes her eyes and bites her lower lip—so fucking sexy. Her breathing gets heavier, and her moans a little louder. She pants, her lips slightly parted, the sight of her pushing me closer and closer to the edge. I grab her ass tightly with both hands, pulling her harder against me, holding her as I pump into her. She groans, her legs trembling as she comes hard on me, and I’m gone, bucking my hips against her as my orgasm hits. I pull her down on top of my chest, wrapping my arms around her back, holding her tight then squeezing her sweet ass again, as my climax subsides.
Finally, I gasp, “Holy fuck, you’re amazing, Siobhan,” and I truly believe she is.
“Why thank you. Not so bad yourself,” she whispers as I stroke her hair between my fingers. I smile and kiss her chin, then along the side of her face, until my tongue curls around her earlobe. She moans as I suck it, my cock still deep inside her. Eventually, she rolls onto the bed beside me, and I clean up before crawling back into bed and pull her close, kissing the back of her neck. She sighs contentedly, then wraps her arms over mine, her breathing becoming heavier.
“You still owe me a slow strip and lap dance,” she mumbles, before falling asleep in my arms.
***
The buzzing sound won’t stop. I stir and look around. It takes me a few minutes to realize it's my phone vibrating on the nightstand. I pick it up and lift it to my ear, mumbling a hello.
“Ben, it's me.”
Rory. Fuck. I open my eyes and sit up, trying to forget his gorgeous, sexy sister is lying next to me.
“Hey,” I say. “What's up?” Does he do anything other than call me?
“I can’t get hold of Siobhan, and I’m starting to freak out. I just wanted to see if you could try a few hotels there and see if you can find her? I wouldn’t normally be worried, but Kayla stopped by to see if she made it home okay. She hasn’t, and she’s alone.”
“Uh, sure. Any idea where she was staying?” I ask.
“No, Kayla said she’d booked the room and that Siobhan hadn’t asked her which hotel.” He sighs. “It’s probably nothing, but as you’re already there…”
“Sure, say no more. Let me do some digging and I’ll try and find her for you.”
“Thanks, man. I owe you big time for this,” he says sounding relieved.
“Don’t mention it,” I say weakly, feeling even more guilty about what I’ve done.
Chapter Six
Siobhan
I open my eyes, vaguely aware that Ben was just on the phone.
Ben.
Shit.
I sit up and roll over to face him. Then everything comes flooding back to me and I just feel guilt. Guilt about lying to my brother, and guilt because all I want to do is lay back down and spend the day right here with him.
“We’ve got a problem,” Ben mutters. “Rory’s about to send out a search party to look for you.”
“What?” I gasp. “Why?”
“Because your friend is back in LA and you’re not? And he can’t get hold of you. I’m supposed to go hotel to hotel to try and find you.”
“Oh shit,” I groan.
“Yeah,” he nods and then he laughs.
I stare at him. “My brother is going to kill you for boning his little sister, and your laughing?”
“He’ll only kill me when, and if he finds out,” he says with a grin. “You should call him. Put his mind at rest. It’ll buy us some time, at least. He doesn't have to know what we’re up to. I mean, he's not sitting in this hotel room right now, is he?”
I look around, just the thought of that is almost enough to kill any lingering desires I might have had to have sex with Ben again. I lay back down, my heart still racing. I remember everything from last night. Every tiny detail from the way his lips kissed mine, to the way he… I shiver at the thought. If I keep going on that train of thought, I know what will happen.
I think about that for a second then glance at Ben, lying there, half covered in the sheet and I start to feel all hot and horny again. Before I can stop myself, I lean over and kiss him, pressing my lips against his. I climb on top of him, his erection telling me everything I need to know. He stares at me, a little shocked, but he’s not complaining.
“You sure about this?” he asks as he shuffles down the bed.
“Definitely,” I say.
He doesn’t need telling twice. Like a little kid who got the candy, he reaches over to his wallet on the nightstand and grabs a condom. Almost feverishly, his hands shake in excitement as he rolls it onto his length. I groan as I slide down on top of him, the feel of him slowly parting my lips is amazing. He bucks his hips as I grind against him and I gasp as he fills me, his length sliding easily into my wet pussy.
We kiss passionately, and I feel so at one with him. He wraps his strong arms around me, pulling me close and holding me tight while he makes sweet love to me. His big hands roam my body, squeezing my ass, stroking my hips, my back, my neck, and balling his fists in my hair while he kisses me harder. It’s like he can’t get enough of me, and I feel so loved and wanted. It’s amazing.
My orgasm hits me like a lightning bolt and I break the kiss, gasping for air as my thighs clench around his hips. So, fucking wonderful. He thrusts back at me hard then grunts and growls as he comes. I lean down and press my lips against his, slowly riding out the last of my orgasm. He grins at me, his hands everywhere.
“Wow,” he murmurs. “Just, wow. You’re quite the vixen in bed, aren’t you?”
I giggle, my cheeks heating up. I’ve been called many things before. Never a vixen, but I have to admit, I quite like it.
I don't know how to handle this.
He's the whole reason I came over here, and I still haven’t seen him, so I can't spend the next few days avoiding him. I have to face him eventually.
“Are you okay?” Ben asks. “Are you nervous about Rory finding out about us?”
“I think I’ll end up telling him myself,” I mutter.
“Why would you that?” he asks, staring at me like I'm crazy.
“I’m not planning on it,” I retort. “I'm just shit when it comes to lying to him.”
He chuckles. “See, I’m the opposite. I can front it out.”
I glower at him. “Yeah, that’s not really something to be proud of.” I glance at my phone. “We should get going. I’ll text Rory and say that I’m on my way home.”
Ben nods. “We’ll stop by and see my mom on the way, if that’s still okay?”
I smile. “Sure.” Then I stop and eye him suspiciously. “Hold on. Is this going to be like Grammy all over again?” I ask him.
He chuckles and shakes his head. “No, but speaking of her, she loved you. She keeps texting me and telling me to get my shit together.” He pauses. “Her actual words.”
I laugh. “Your grandmother can text?”
“Of course,” he says. “Does that really shock you after meeting her?”
“Actually, knowing her as little as I do, no, it doesn't.”
***
We check out of the hotel and head out of town, a small part of me sad to be leaving. Ben’s mother lives about twenty miles out of Vegas. I'm nervous when we pull up at the front of the house, even more so after sleeping with him. I’m trying not to read too much into everything, but it’s hard. I glance over at him, wishing I didn’t like him as much as I do. I look around, trying to get my mind off him. It's a nice area, but nothing flashy. I glance over to Ben. I’ve got no idea what to expect when we get inside.
“Are you nervous?” he asks with a grin as he unbuckles his seatbelt. “You don't have to pretend to be my girlfriend here, okay?”
I roll my eyes and get out with a twinge of disappointment. I follow him up the steps to the front door. He knocks, then opens it and walks in, calling out for her. His mom races out, her face lighting up when she sees us. I watch as he throws his arms around her, hugging her tightly. I can tell how happy she is to see him. It’s written all over her face.
“You’re looking good,” she says, turning him around. She notices me standing there and looks surprised. “And who's your friend?” she asks with a smile.
“This is Siobhan. I don't really know her that well. I found her in Vegas, and she offered me sex in exchange for a lift home.” My eyes widen, my face is burning, and my mouth falls open in disbelief at what he just said.
His mother laughs and walks toward me, giving me a big hug. “Nice to meet you, Siobhan.”
“Nice to meet you, too,” I say, totally embarrassed. “I can’t believe he just said that. I did no such thing.” I glower at Ben over her shoulder, and he just grins back at me.
“It’s okay. That’s his father’s sense of humor coming out, right there. Just ignore him,” she says.
“She’s the sister of a friend of mine, Rory Maguire. I think I told you about him. Big country star. She's over on vacation from Ireland to visit him. I thought I'd show her how nice Vegas is,” he says.
“That's nice of you,” she says, narrowing her eyes suspiciously.
“I’m a nice guy,” he shrugs.
She walks into the kitchen, followed by Ben, and me behind them. I’m still in shock at what Ben said, so I take a seat at the table and stay quiet. His mom seems nice and she doesn't seem overly interested in me while she talks to Ben, which I'm grateful for, then she suddenly turns to me.
“Gosh, I'm sorry, Siobhan. I'm being so rude,” she says, as she realizes she's leaving me out of the conversation.
“It’s fine,” I say with a grin. “I’m sure you two have a lot to catch up on. Just pretend I'm not here.”
“Nonsense,” she says, waving her hand. “Can I get you a drink? A coffee, perhaps?”
“That would be nice, thank you,” I reply.
She looks in the fridge and frowns. “We’re short of milk. Ben,” she says, smiling at her son and holding up a bottle with barely enough for one cup of coffee in it.
He rolls his eyes at her. “Fine.”
“Could you pick Josh up on your way through? He should be finished with basketball practice by now.”
“Sure,” he says. He smiles at me and I nod. “I’ll be back soon,” he says, then disappears outside.
She brings my coffee over, smiling at me as she sits down opposite me.
“I’m Denise, by the way.”
“Nice to meet you, Denise” I say, smiling back at her.
I shift in my seat, unable to shake the feeling that the lack of milk was just a way to get rid of Ben for a little while so she could talk to me. It makes me feel uncomfortable, because I'm sure with three questions, she’s going to figure out everything that’s going on with us.
“So, you’re a friend of Ben's?” she says. “I don’t think he’s ever brought a friend home, much less a girl.”
I look down at my coffee. “We’re not really friends, as such,” I say, trying to get my head around that. “I'm over to visit my brother and his girlfriend, but she got sick and they thought it might be contagious, so they thought it best I didn’t stay at their house. It’s kind of a long story, but Ben offered to help me out when I got stranded in Vegas.”
Oh, God, I’m babbling.
“How is he?” Her question catches me off guard.
“Uh, fine, I guess?” I reply.
She laughs. “I'm sorry, that must've sounded like it was from completely out of nowhere. I'm just a bit worried about him with the anniversary of his father’s death coming up.” She shakes her head. “I'm sorry, none of this concerns you, but I worry about him.”
“He seems fine,” I assure her, not sure what else to say. We small talk for a few more minutes, until Ben gets back with milk and Josh in tow. He pats Josh on the back and nods at me.
“Josh, this is Siobhan. She’s the sister of one of my good friends.” Josh nods, his grin earning him a slap across the back from Ben.
“Whatever you’re thinking, just stop it,” Ben says.
“I was only going to say good work,” he mutters as he sits down and starts tucking into the sandwiches his mom has put on the table. “Where’s Jess?” he asks. As if on cue, a girl about sixteen walks in. I can tell she’s Ben’s sister, immediately. They have the same shaped face and intense eyes.
“Here,” she grins, sitting down. “Oh, hey,” she adds when she notices me.
She glances at Josh, who just shrugs and says, “Don’t ask me. I just got whacked for smiling at her.”
Ben sits down too, and passes me a sandwich, which I take gratefully. I sit back and just watch and listen to the four of them chatting. He wasn't lying when he said they get on well. They joke and laugh about everything and it makes me homesick for the same kind of banter around the kitchen table back in Ireland.
It’s ridiculous. I’ve been gone for less than a week, but I miss all that interaction. It takes no effort, it’s just natural between a family. Maybe it’s because this is my first big trip anywhere, other than over to London when I was at school. If anything happened back home now, I’m aware that I’m too far away to do anything. It’s getting me down.
***
It’s after four by the time we say goodbye and get back in the car to
go back to LA. I don’t say much for a good part of the drive, choosing, to just gaze out of the window. Ben turns to me after a while and smiles.
“You're awfully quiet,” he comments.
I shrug, still feeling homesick. “I know it sounds stupid, but watching you with your family makes me miss my own.” I stick out my bottom lip in a fake pout. “It’s ridiculous, I know, since I've only been away for a few days…”
“It’s not ridiculous at all,” he says with sincerity. “It’s good to miss your family. A lot of people underestimate how much they need them around.”
I smile, feeling a little better. “How old were you when your father died?” I ask him softly.
He glances at me. “I was eight. Josh was two and Jess was only six months old.”
“Wow, that must've been really hard on your mom.”
He nods. “Not that she ever showed it, but I was old enough to notice. I stepped up and helped her out. Well, as best as an eight-year-old could,” he says with a chuckle.
“That's a huge responsibility for someone so young,” I say.
“It got harder when I grew older. Then I really understood how things were. Grammy moved in with us, which helped, but I could still hear Mom crying through the night.” He pauses for a moment. “I think that's what got me the most. I tried to take a bit of the pressure off her, but there's only so much I could do.” He glances at me and smiles. “So, you’re obviously close with your family too, then?” he asks. “Aside from Rory, of course.”
I laugh and smile fondly. “Oh yeah, you'd freak if you had to stay with us. Just ask Amelia. We gave her a real baptism by fire when Rory brought her home to visit.”
He chuckles. “I’ve always wanted to go to Ireland,” he muses.
“You totally should,” I say. “Come visit me,” I say, without even thinking what I'm saying. I blush, a small flutter racing through my stomach as he raises his eyebrows at me.
“Thanks for the invite. Maybe I will,” he murmurs. He’s probably just saying that, but deep down, I hope he does.
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