Wild Irish Envy (Copperline #2)

by Sibylla Matilde

  The guy who’d had his head buried between Fliss’ legs rose slightly, tugging at his cock in jerking, frantic strokes.

  “Mind if I ride ya a bit, love?” he asked. Fliss pulled her mouth free of Sam and took a few deep breaths with her eyes tightly closed, otherwise unmoving. There was a crinkle of a johnny wrapper, and then he started moving closer, touching her with the tip as he moved to thrust inside.

  My eyes slammed tightly shut, and my mind imagined me in his place, on the cusp of slamming into her.

  “Wait! Stop!”

  Fliss’ pained sob shattered the subtle sounds of sex, and my eyes shot open to see her looking right at me.

  The darkness made her expression hard to read, but I could still see the clear anguish in her eyes. Sam still had his dick out, having pulled back a touch, and the other man had also retreated a little at her cry.

  I heard Fliss’ breath catch, agony manifesting in a shaky sob as she began to cry almost hysterically.

  In a heartbeat, I jumped out of the back and pulled the other sod away from the car.

  Away from my Fliss.

  “Stop,” I growled, looking sternly up to Sam. “Something’s wrong.”

  Both guys immediately backed off as Fliss curled up into a little ball in the passenger seat and sobbed.

  “No more,” I demanded, reaching into the car to place my arm around her, pulling her up against my chest. “She’s done.”

  Sam nodded, closing the driver door, and the other guy rose to his feet, tucking his junk away.

  “Does she need something?” he asked quietly. “Can we do something to help?”

  “No,” I shook my head. “I’ve got her.”

  I pulled Fliss into my arms and rose, stepping away from the car and back out into the trees where I knelt down and held her tightly against me. She cried against my shoulder, half naked and practically convulsive with sorrow.

  “Shh,” I murmured against her hair. “It’s alright, Fliss. I’ve got you. It’s alright.”

  Her tears continued to flow, her body continued to shake. In the dark light of the moon and stars, she cried in body-wracking sobs. And I crooned to her. I told her she was safe. I held her tightly and wrapped my arms protectively around her. I wasn’t sure what had finally broken in her, but watching it tear her apart was ripping me to shreds.

  After some time, when she had quieted some, she stiffly pulled away. Initially resistant, I eventually acquiesced and let her. She settled on her knees and tugged her wrap dress back into place over her breasts. She wiped her eyes, her head still cast down towards the rocky earth, her body still trembling with ragged sobs.

  “Fliss?” I asked softly.

  A sob broke from her throat, and she shook her head.

  “I need to go back to my flat,” she whispered.

  “I’ll take you,” I replied with a hard, solemn voice.

  She rose and took a few tremulous steps. I came closer, and she shrank away, then began walking, leaving me to follow close behind her as she circled around the perimeter of the car park. We stayed just barely back in the trees until we reached the narrow lane we had come in on, out to the main road. There was a bus stop nearby, but the thought of being around anyone else was revolting. Fliss was the epitome of a hot mess, and she needed more privacy than that would allow.

  We walked a short way until we came to a busier part of town where I flagged down a taxi. After I gave her address to the driver, the silence was suffocating. Fliss stared out the window, only releasing a small sniffle or a fragile breath as the tears silently continued to fall.

  I still had no clue what to say.

  How to help.

  Nothing.

  The windows of her flat were dark as the taxi pulled up in front of the building. I pulled a few euros from my pocket to pay the driver, and then followed Fliss as she made her way up the footpath.

  “You don’t have to stay,” she said quietly when she noted I was behind her.

  “I know,” I replied.

  Her face was downcast, her cheeks streaked with dark mascara that made her skin seem even more pale. Her hand trembled as she tried to unlock the exterior door, so badly that she couldn’t get the key in place. I took it from her, and she flinched at the brush of my hand against hers.

  She kept her gaze on the floor as we stepped into the lift, similarly as she waited for me to unlock the door to her flat. Then she stepped inside and walked to look out the window into the darkness. Out over the river and the city lights.

  “You should go, Denny,” she whispered.

  “Where is your roommate?”

  “Brigit went home to Rathmullan for the weekend,” she murmured, listless as though she was in shock. “Maeve was planning to stay with her boyfriend tonight, if she could find him.”

  “So what would—”

  “I’m okay,” she said quickly. “Just go.”

  She was still shaking, still sounded hollow and frail.

  “You’re not okay, Fliss.”

  “I’m fine, Denny,” she whispered.

  “Fliss…”

  I said it under my breath, more to myself than to her, but the response was the same as if I’d shouted it.

  She suddenly whirled around to face me, tears once again streaming down her cheeks. “Just go!” Her voice was hoarse and frantic. “Go. Go away. Leave me alone.”

  “I’m trying to help you. Whatcha going mad for?”

  “You’re trying to help me? Then why didn’t you stop me?” she sobbed. She shook her head and closed her eyes, dropping her voice to what was barely a breath. “You were supposed to stop me.”

  “Fliss, I am not your feckin’ hero.”

  “But you are,” she sobbed, shaking her head. Her voice stayed a raspy whisper, choked with emotion. “You always were.”

  “Well, I shouldn’t have been.”

  “Why, Denny? Why didn’t you ever want me?”

  “Jaysus! I didn’t want ya?” It suddenly all broke loose inside me. Seeing her tonight, seeing the lengths she’d go to, I suddenly couldn’t hold back anymore. “I wish I didn’t feckin’ want ya.”

  I paced the room, scowling at her in my frustration. My head felt like it was going to explode, and a rabid, nervous energy pulsed through my veins.

  “How did it feel, Fliss? Knowing I was watching that little tosser taste you? Knowing I was watching when you wrapped your lips around that Sam bloke’s cock?”

  “I don’t get it,” she cried as tears poured down her cheeks. “That first day I met you, I felt something so strong. I swore you wanted me. I saw it in your eyes, in your smile. Everything you said and every move you made.” She shook her head and closed her eyes, fighting back more tears. “But it was like I imagined it all. God, Denny, ever since that day, I’ve just wanted you to want me. It’s insane. I don’t understand this fixation with you, but I can’t stop it. I can’t help it. And tonight… I know you like to watch. I just wanted you to see me. To watch me… to want me.”

  “I’m not supposed to want you,” I ground out as I moved closer, backing her up against the wall. “I was never supposed to want you. You’re Trent’s girl.”

  “Trent’s gone!” she shouted. “He has been for a long time, and I was barely his girl even then. You know he had so many others, and I was only with him for a few months. Years ago. He’s gone, but I’m still here. I’m alive, and I’ve never forgotten the way that you made me feel. I’m not okay. I’m not… God, I’m not…” Sobs began shaking her shoulders as the tears poured from her tightly closed eyes. “Do you really hate me so much?”

  “Hate you? What are ya on about? Fliss—”

  “Because of what happened… when he died…”

  “I don’t hate you. I have never hated you, even when I pretended to.” I lifted my hand, cupping her jaw, cradling it to bring her gaze up to meet mine. “Quite the opposite, actually. I wish I did hate ya, though. It would make this so much easier,” I groaned. “Because, Fliss, I do hate th
at I want ya.”

  Her breath caught as she looked up at me.

  “I couldn’t be around you because I wanted you so badly. You were Trent’s girl, and I wanted ya. I’m a right bloody bastard because I still want ya.” My voice broke as I lowered my lips to hover just a breath above hers. “And I feckin’ hate myself for it. I hate how much I feckin’ ache for ya.”

  I slammed my mouth down over hers, crushing her lips as I devoured her with my kiss. Long, hard, and thorough. Like I’d been dying to for years, since the kiss at Trent’s funeral that should have never happened. Since before then, every time I saw her in Trent’s arms.

  Since that first day as we stood in the alcove of Montana Tech’s Main Hall.

  “It’s never been that I hated you,” I ground out against her lips, then rained hard, biting kisses down her neck as she moaned into my ear. “I wanted ya, Fliss. You were Trent’s girl, and I coveted ya.”

  It was so wrong. My brain screamed at me that I shouldn’t be doing this. That she was off limits. She always had been. I was a feckin’ bastard.

  But with the return of her lips to mine, my soul soared. When her arms slipped up around my neck to pull me closer, for the first time I could remember, I felt whole. I’d never known anything like it. The torture of my conscience faded, that icy shard of pain melted away.

  “Jaysus, Fliss,” I growled against her lips and slammed her hard up against the wall, pressing against her soft little body.

  I kissed her like I was starving, like I was dying. I kissed her with a passion I didn't know even existed inside me. I wanted to inhale her, to absorb her.

  She clung to me, kissing me back with the same fire that burned through my own bloodstream. I swallowed her moans and her gasps, her sweet shaky sobs as I ran my hands over her curves. Her fingertips crept up my chest to curl around the back of my neck. Flush up against me, she molded herself into my body. Every touch of her fingers burned my skin, every brush of her lips pulled me closer and made me want her even more. She was addictive and intoxicating.

  With one hand down over her arse, my other hand cupped the warm, soft swell of her breast. She gasped against my lips and leaned into my touch. The pressure of her mouth on mine increased and she writhed against me, silently begging for more. My head swam, my mind only able to focus on her — the taste of her and the feel of her. The light, fresh scent of her surrounded me, and her faint whimpers sounded in my ears.

  Her nipple hardened under my hand, palpable through the thin fabric of her dress. I toyed with it, drawing a deep, blissful moan from her lips. Her fingernails dug into my shoulders, a painfully erotic sensation that made the blood surge to my cock. I ground hard up against her in agony, needing her to touch me like I've never needed anything before. Her hands dropped from my shoulders to scrape down my abs.

  “Denny,” she breathed into my mouth as she fumbled with the fly to my jeans. “Please…”

  I groaned when her hand freed my aching length, squeezing and pumping it slowly, toying with the small barbells, coating them with the slick precum that had already seeped out of me. “Spread your legs for me, Fliss.”

  Mindlessly, I ran my hands down the back of her thighs and lifted. As I’d hoarsely demanded, she spread her legs, raking her knickers to the side, and I caught a glimpse of her sweet bare pussy. My dick slid along her hot little slit, soaked with her arousal. A moment later, with a few light, teasing pumps of my hips, the head of my cock found her entrance and dipped inside, catching each barbell of my ladder on her slick opening.

  The power of that touch shocked me to my very core. I never knew pussy could feel quite that amazing.

  As I pressed into her heated, wet flesh, I held her arse in a bruising grip. Up against the wall in her dimly lit flat, I found Eden inside her as a ragged sob broke free from her throat.

  “Yes,” she breathed in a rough, hoarse cry, “please, Denny. I’ve wanted you for so long. Please fuck me.”

  With that soft, anguished request, I pushed home, brutal and fast, and Fliss cried out. I crushed her lips with mine to catch the sound.

  “Shh,” I whispered against her mouth. “You’re gonna have t’ neighbors breaking down t’ feckin’ door.”

  Jaysus, it was so amazing, so overpowering, that I lost control of my speech. The ‘th’ sound I’d worked so hard to enunciate for years completely left me. I suddenly didn’t care if I sounded completely common. Nothing mattered but the tight, hot squeeze of Fliss’ pussy around me.

  “God, Denny,” she sobbed in a harsh whisper, “you feel so… oh my God.”

  A primal sense of pride burned through my bloodstream as I pulled partly out, teasing her sweet, wet center. The cool air of the room chilling the wetness that coated my cock.

  “I’d close my eyes and see you,” Fliss moaned. “I’d open my eyes and see you. I always wanted it to be you.”

  Then I rammed into her again, anticipating and catching the scream in my mouth.

  Again, giving it to her harder.

  Again, scraping her body up against the wall. I ground my hips against hers and growled down her throat, feeling the responding tight squeeze of her around me that pulled at my piercings.

  I first slipped one hand around and under one of her legs, then the other, and spread her wide up against the wall. The frantic speed of my thrusts, the violent pounding of our union, jolted her body, and her beautiful tits bounced deliciously every time I buried myself inside her. Her fingertips clawed into my arms and shoulders. Her cries grew louder, and I whispered ‘shh’ between ferocious kisses.

  Everything about that moment was pure animalistic lust. Rough and gritty. I knew I couldn’t last long, and I pounded into her brutally, relishing in the little pained gasps she whimpered into my mouth. Delighting in the painful pull as she tightened around me.

  And suddenly, Fliss let out a shrill, feral cry full of release and ecstasy. Her body seized tight, then shook viciously, freeing the last of my hold on reality. I flooded her with my cum and collapsed against the wall, against her, as the pounding of my heart seemed to reverberate through my head.

  My mind went blank. My legs collapsed and we slid down the wall in a tangle of limbs, clutching each other closer in desperation as she milked every last drop of my release.

  “So you were trying to make me jealous? To see if I would break? That’s what you were doing?”

  We were still on the floor near the window, her face buried in my neck. I wasn’t sure how long we’d been like that, feeling as though time had simply stopped. Still buried inside her, but our gasping breath had calmed. Our hearts had gone back to a regular rate.

  “Yes,” she answered honestly with a nod against my skin. “I wanted you to stop me… to make me yours.”

  Pulling her closer, if it was even possible, I wrapped my arms more tightly around her slender shoulders. Her hair looked wild, all tangled and knotted. I could faintly smell those manky fuckers on her skin, and I wanted to wash away her sins. I wanted to cleanse her and grant her absolution.

  I rose to stand, groaning as my cock slipped out of her, then pulled her up with me and led her to the bath. As the tub began to fill, I slowly untied the string that secured her dress, unwrapping her and pulling away dirty fabric, slipping it down her arms. She trembled, her heavy breasts lifting with ragged breathing as her nipples puckered tightly. Goosebumps rose on her flesh, almost highlighting her luscious curves. Bare, smooth skin that just begged for my mouth.

  So, even though she still smelled like those dogging bastards, I lowered my head, flicking her nipple with my tongue and pulling at it gently with my teeth. Her head fell back as she moaned. I closed my lips over her flesh and her arms came around my neck, her fingertips tangling into my hair and spurring on my lust.

  Straightening upright, I reached over my shoulder and hiked up the back of my t-shirt, pulling away for a moment to tug it off over my head. Fliss’ hands traced the colorful lines of my tats, studying the artwork that lay across my chest
and down my arm. I glanced towards the tub, seeing it almost full, and released her for a moment, steadying her up against the wall, as I turned off the taps. Then I slid her lacy knickers down her legs, quickly shucked off my jeans, and led her into the warm, clean water.

  The tub wasn’t huge, but deep enough to fit her tiny form up against mine. Her cheek rested on my chest as she curled into my arms, and I soaped up the washcloth to gently cleanse her skin. Massaging the fine muscles of her arm, up over her shoulder to sweep away the last traces of those maggoty bastards who had touched her.

  She had no clue that she was too good for them. Feckin’ hell, she was too good for me.

  After some time, I turned her body and coaxed her to lie back so I could wash her hair. It surrounded me as it floated in the water, wrapped around my arms and spread over my chest like burgundy silk.

  The water began to grow cool, but I couldn’t seem to stop touching her. I’d dreamt of her, I’d wanted her for so very long. I couldn’t bear to let her go, but the chill of the water started to soak into our skin, and Fliss’ teeth began to chatter slightly. I finally released the drain and stood behind her, stepping out of the tub and offering her a hand to do the same. Tucking a towel around my waist, I wrapped another one around her shoulders, rubbing softly to warm her cool flesh. Her makeup was washed away. Her hair was wet and hanging around her shoulders. She looked pale and still a little broken.

  But she was the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen.

  Her large, deep blue eyes opened to look up at me. Her soft lips parted ever so slightly, almost a sad smile, but not quite. I touched my mouth to hers, just a little faint brush of lips, and her body melted into mine as she kissed me back like it would last forever.

  Then she led me to her room. She pulled me down to lay beside her. To wrap her in my arms and love her like I’d wanted to for so many years. Slow, sweet, and tender. Worshipping her beauty and her spirit. The girl I’d first met and the woman she’d become, perfect in her imperfection.