“But I guess that can wait,” Sean added after Morgan didn't reply. They agreed that they were both ravenous and decided eating first was the best idea. Morgan asked if he wanted her to call room service, but unfortunately he said he'd rather go to the hotel's restaurant and eat. Of course you would.
As they walked into the lounge, it came as no surprise to Morgan that the same bartender was there. The same bartender who a few weeks prior, she had made a complete idiot of herself in front of. It also came as no surprise that Sean chose to sit at the bar, unknowingly making it as uncomfortable for Morgan as possible. She found her place next to him and the young man behind the bar looked at her, then did a double take. Morgan flashed him a nervous smile, but it was clear he recognized her. Wasn't she here with another man? He looked from Sean to her, back to Sean, then shook his head, and walked to the other side of the bar to take another man's order.
“You're accent is a little different than I thought it would be.” Morgan wanted to get Sean's attention before he noticed the bartender's curious looks.
“Oh, aye, I grew up between Scotland and Ireland. My ma is Scottish, my da's Irish. I'd like to think I got the best of both of them, but my ma would argue that I got the worst of them.” His smile reached his eyes, and Morgan found that she enjoyed a man who showed his emotions as much as Sean.
Morgan laughed, and told him that his accent was very sexy. Sean turned to her quickly, and the serious look on his face nearly caught her off guard.
“It's sexy, is it? Are ye coming on to me? What's that..ye want to leave right now and fook the hell out of me?” He took her hand, and started to lift from his chair. When he saw her confused face, he laughed and let go of her hand.
“You're terrible! I thought you were serious!” They laughed, and Sean let her in on his little secret.
“The trick is, I just need to pretend to be joking. But, if you were agreeable, then I would've thrown you over my shoulder and had ye back in our room in less than a minute.” He was still laughing when he picked up his menu. “How do burgers sound? Ye Yanks like those, right?”
Still unsure of how to take the man, she agreed to burgers, and assured Sean that Yanks did indeed enjoy them.
They ordered their food, and Sean excused himself to the restroom. Morgan took the time alone to think about what she knew about the man up that point. He was funny, that was a plus, and he seemed carefree to the point of almost not caring about the consequences. He was nothing at all like Finlay and Dante in the sense of their work habits, but he had similar personality traits as Tanner. Although, she smiled as she thought of him, Tanner was more of a man who enjoyed life and lived it to the extreme. Sean just seemed to walk through a fortunate life and seems to just do whatever he wants to do. If her assumptions about Sean were true, then she was in for a week of laughter and care free days, and she was certainly looking forward to it.
As she sipped her wine, a pair of large hands rested on her shoulders. Morgan smiled, and continued with her drink as Sean leaned down and whispered in her ear, “if I whisper sweet words, with mah sexy accent, can I look down your shirt?” She nearly spilled her drink as her unstoppable smiled broke across her face in mid sip.
Morgan leaned back, turned her head to his, and whispered in his ear, “yes.” She would have loved to have seen his face when she pulled her sweater open a few inches, and held it there for several seconds.
His fingers tightened slightly on her shoulders, “yer choice, put your shirt back in place, or I put ye over mah shoulder and take ye back to the room.” His voice was low, and she could hear the sex dripping off of each word. Morgan let go of the neck of her top, and leaned forward.
Sean slid back down into his chair, but faced Morgan instead of the bar. He put his hands on her thighs, and asked, “do ye want to know why I requested the company of a woman?” The humor was gone, and for the first time that night, she saw that he actually could be serious.
Morgan always wanted to know the answer to the that question, but she had always felt as if it were too forward to ask. So she just nodded, and waited for the answer.
“I have a lot of money, and unfortunately, just as much responsibility. But when I'm not workin', like now, all I want to do is relax and have a good time. I drink, I sleep late, and I don't care about the finer things in life. I believe that life is fine enough as it is.” Then he took a deep breath and confessed, “most of the women that are attracted to me fit in one of two categories; they're either too immature to realize that I'm too old to act the way I do, or they're wise enough to know that if they act like they don't care then I'll hand over my wallet.” He stopped long enough to take a drink, then told Morgan that all he wanted for the week was to relax with a beautiful woman and have fun. He wanted sex, laughter, and hopefully some good memories for both of them. When he was done, he turned in his chair and faced the bar, removing his warm touch from her legs. He hoped that she would agree to his terms.
Morgan was relieved, very relieved. She had far too much intensity with Finlay in the last few days, and Dante nearly drove her to dive from his office window. What he was offering couldn't have come at a better time. Morgan smiled at his profile, happy that he was so incredibly attractive, because she planned to sex the hell out of the man.
She leaned in his direction, and put her hand on his leg, “Sean, you have no idea how good that sounds to me. Let's eat, then get back to the room, because we're going to need our energy.” She moved her hand slowly up his thigh, stopping short of a full-blown fondle. He met her gaze, and the intensity changed from serious, to lust. She squeezed his leg, and told him, “I hope you fuck as good as you look, because if you do..,” she leaned in closer, her lips barely touching his ear, “you're going to make me a very happy woman.” Then she sat back up slowly, and reached for her wine.
Sean no longer wanted to eat, he had grown harder with each word that came from her lips. But she was looking forward to her meal, and he kept himself under control. The visions of her naked body, spread openly under his, were the only thoughts that he had while they waited for their food.
“Bloody hell! How long does it take to get our food?” He was looking back and forth behind the bar, willing anyone to come out with their order. Morgan laughed, and that made him laugh as well. She was glad to know that she alone had made him that impatient.
When their food finally arrived, Morgan laughed loudly as she watched Sean devour a large burger in less than four bites. She wasn't sure why he rushed considering he couldn't start without her, so she took her time and enjoyed each bite of the juicy meat. The next ten minutes, with Sean's plate cleaned and removed, he watched the beautiful blonde as she enjoyed her food, and counted the seconds until they could leave.
She playfully popped the final bite into her mouth, then wiped her lips. The second she put her napkin on top of her empty plate, a very eager Sean grabbed her hand.
“Over my shoulder, or on your own two beautiful feet?”
Chapter Two
Morgan opted to walk, and she giggled as he nearly dragged her back to their room. She loved that he was so eager, and she genuinely looked forward to what was in store for both of them. Did he want a quick tumble in the bed? Would he prefer several hours of foreplay? Maybe a shared bath with all the perks? Her mind ran those questions around and more until they were safely back in their room.
The room was dark except for a small amount of light that crept in through the window from the city. Sean took Morgan's hand and led her across the room, and stopped when she was nearly against the wall. “What do ye like?” His voice was low, and his face was only inches from hers.
What did she like? In what way? She stammered mentally for a few seconds, then answered, “I would like it if you were naked right now.” She pulled off his gray sweater and dropped it on the floor. He was more than willing to help her, and he removed his pants quickly. They too, were dropped on the floor.
In nothing but h
is black briefs, and looking absolutely edible, Morgan ran her fingers along his waistband. “These too.” She started to pull, but he stopped her.
“Morgan, what do ye like? What is the one thing that makes ye crazy?” He closed the few inches of space between them, and ran his lips across hers. She enjoyed the feel of his warm mouth, and responded eagerly. Her tongue brushed over his, and he sighed softly into her mouth.
Your teeth. The words screamed inside of her mind, but she wouldn't release them. “I like everything, Sean, just take me to bed.” She tried again to remove his underwear, and again he stopped her.
“I'll find out, one way or another, and when I do..,” he ran his tongue along her bottom lip, “I'll drive ye mad for hours.” He pulled his briefs down and stepped out of them. Morgan's eyes went straight to his middle, and she was more than impressed with what she would be gifted with for the next several days.
His dick was long, and curved slightly to the left. She couldn't resist touching, and she wrapped her fingers around him lightly. He put his hand at her neck, and his other hand at her waist, “tighter. Hold it tighter, Morgan.” He rested his forehead against her blonde crown, and closed his eyes. “That's it, slow.” Her hand moved along his length, all the way to the head, then back down. She kept a firm grip, and listened as soft sensual moans came seemingly from his chest.
His breathing increased, and he leaned back enough to pull her sweater from her body, and she only let go of him long enough to allow her clothing to be removed. She used one hand to help him with her jeans and panties, and didn't stop the motion until they were both naked.
Seeing her small beautiful frame, and her hand moving slowly on his hard cock, was proving to be more difficult than he thought. “Stroke me faster, and I'll come. I'll fuck you in an hour from now if ye do. Let go, and we'll finish in bed.” He held her wrist still and waited for her answer. It came in the form of Morgan letting go, and walking to the bed.
He walked behind, and started to sit next to her, but she reached out and took him in her hand again. He moved over and stood in front of her. She knew that he was far too close to do much with her mouth, but she had to taste him, just for a moment. Morgan held him at the base, and tilted the temptation toward her mouth. She ran her tongue along its length, while her hand followed her moist path. He dropped his head back, and moaned loudly. “Ye'll need to stop.” His voice was strained, and he put his hands on the side of her head and pulled her away from him.
Sean dropped to the floor in front of her, and pushed her legs far apart. She leaned back on her elbows and watched as he brought his face to her center. Morgan expected the light tickle of his hot tongue, but she got something quite different. Sean used his fingers to spread her pretty pink lower lips, and then ran his tongue along her opening. Then his tongue went all the way inside of her. Morgan squirmed, and he put his hands at her waist, holding her still while he brought her pleasure.
After several thrusts of his perfect warm mouth, he moved to her swollen bud and circled it slowly. His fingers took the place inside of her, and he pushed deep while his tongue quickly flicked her most sensitive area. She held his head, and leaned back as far as she could.
“That feels so good, Sean.” Morgan's back arched, and she spread her legs further apart. She was close, and she didn't want to wait. His mouth was damn near magical, and her pulsing need grew beyond control. “Don't stop, please don't stop.” Her breathy plea made his body harden even more, and he moved his tongue faster, anxious to feel her body tighten around his fingers.
When he knew that she was close enough, he pushed deep inside of her, then held his fingers still as he continued moving his tongue in a perfect rhythm. “Fuck!” She pushed against him, and squeezed his head between her thighs. The avalanche of pleasure shook her body, and squeezed his fingers hard as he held them in place inside of her. He regretted not having his other body part in the place of his hand, because she would have squeezed the very life out of his throbbing cock.
When her body just started to relax, he climbed over her and spread her legs again. “I'm sorry, love. I'll last longer next time.” He knew that all it would take is to bury himself inside of her wet walls, and he too would be taken over the edge.
She grabbed his sensitive shaft, and pulled him down, then put him inside of her. Morgan wrapped her legs around his waist, and pushed him inside as far as she could. Sean put his face against her neck, he wouldn't last a few seconds. “Christ! You're so fucking wet and tight!” He pulled out, then thrust back inside of her. Two more times, and he pushed inside as far as he could, and he went over the edge of passion as he held her head tightly. His body shook with spasms of pleasure as she felt his pulsating cock release its hot fluid inside of her.
*****
“I feel that,” Morgan mumbled into Sean's chest. The sun's morning rays had already began peeking through the crack in the maroon curtains, and Morgan squinted her eyes as she turned her head to face Sean. The devilish smile on his face told her that he had no remorse for the hardness that she felt under her leg. His chest felt so warm under her cheek, but she broke the warmth and brought her arm under her head to use it as a prop to better look at him.
“Aye, ye do?” Sean's smile grew further and he lifted his hips to push his erection against her thigh. “How about that?”
“Mhmm,” Morgan smiled and wrapped her leg around his waist. They had fallen asleep with their legs intertwined, but Morgan wasn't quite sure when she had ended up using his chest as a pillow. It wasn't such a bad pillow though, she had to admit.
“Well, love, I know that you really want it, but I hate to tell ye, we don't have time this morning.” He ran his fingertips down her back and she shivered under the tickling touch.
“Oh, I'll take you any time. Last night was...your tongue. Wow.” She used his chest to push herself up and sat up beside him. When she was sure he was watching, she casually stretched her arms up, letting the sheet fall around her waist. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the look of desire on his face and caught his tongue slowly sliding over his bottom lip. “Oh, I know you really want them,” she looked at him and cupped her breasts with her hands, “but we don't have time.”
“Oh, you're a wee tease. I can't help what I wake up with, especially with a beautiful woman laying across me, but that....that was unnecessary!” Sean sat up beside her and closed the distance between them until Morgan could feel his breath on her lips.
“You know what else is unnecessary?” Morgan whispered to him.
“Nay, what's what?” Sean wasn't going to wait for an answer. He tilted his head and went in for the kiss. Morgan backed up before his lips touched her and she pushed his chest, forcing his back to the bed. He reached for her, but she was too fast and was already standing up on the bed. He reached for her again to pull her down with him and she jumped over his body, then down to the floor.
“I'll get ya, Morgan Holland!” She heard his laughter through the bathroom door. Yes, it was going to be a fun week, that was for sure.
Within an hour, both of them were ready for the day and standing outside of the hotel waiting for the taxicab to arrive.
“It's not a long flight, but there's probably a bathroom on the plane if you find that ye can't control yerself,” Sean teasingly gave Morgan a little push with his elbow.
“Why would we have to go in the bathroom?” Morgan countered. As the taxi pulled up, Morgan got in front of Sean and reached behind her back, letting her hand run firmly over the bulge in his jeans. His dick was hardening again, and feeling it twitch under touch made her not even want to get into the cab.
He grabbed her at the wrist to stop her, and leaned forward to whisper in her ear, “ye better quit that or I'll have ye bent over on this car in front of everyone.” He slid his hand under her skirt and ran his finger around the edge of her panties and let it snap against her ass.
Morgan slapped his hand away and flattened her skirt back dow
n. “You started it,” she gave him a fake, squinty-eyed glare and started walking toward the cab.
Sean beat her to the car and opened the door for her. Half an hour later, they were back at the airport, then another hour they were on the plane. By noon, they were in Dublin. As he said, it wasn't a long flight, but Morgan was thrilled to be flying with someone she could talk to.
There hadn't been any bathroom action, but there had been hand holding, lots of jokes and Morgan had taken the opportunity to try and pry about his job: more specifically, his involvement with Finlay. He hadn't offered her much of the information that she dug for, but she found it interesting none-the-less. Most of his crew was in London, but he also had a group out in Glasgow, as well as scattered around smaller parts of Ireland. Most of his involvement just included going to the job sites to make sure his crew was doing their job, but otherwise, people were hired to do most of the other things.
After they landed, another half an hour in a cab took them to Sean's house. It was nothing like Morgan had expected it to be. In her mind's eye, she had envisioned a home like Finlay's. Fountains, marble, gardens, butlers. None of that was present at Sean's home and Morgan immediately fell in love with it. His home was a light blue in color, not overly huge, but more than enough for a single man, with a small front porch and a fence that needed repaired.
“It was my parents' home. After my da died, my ma didn't want to live here anymore. I bought her a place doon the street, but I wanted to stay,” Sean explained as he unlocked the front door.
“I love it!” Morgan walked through the threshold and into the big living room. It looked old and lived in, but with a modern touch. I won't have to worry about breaking anything or leaving fingerprints on expensive China!
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