Sweet Obsession (Men of Whiskey Row Book 1)

by D. A. Young

  “Does my baby need more?” Jack asked in her ear while tugging gently on her clit, before smacking it lightly. The orgasmic waves were tsunami-sized as they crashed over her body and swept her away in an all-consuming climax. Noelle was drowning in sensation, as her orgasm went on and on causing her to jerk back against him uncontrollably. Being with Jack was unlike anything she’d ever imagined, far surpassing her wildest fantasies. The pleasure pain her throbbing pussy was receiving from him was an exquisite torture that she was now addicted to. He handled her body like he’d always known it.

  Every plunge through her swollen tissues rubbed her against the sumptuous velvet of the chaise, stimulating her already oversexed body. Jack’s kisses were heady and addicting, and Noelle couldn’t get enough of them. And his dick…Lord, his dick was her fucking kryptonite. She held on even tighter to the chaise as another orgasm swept her away. Jack’s large hands moved to grip her hips tightly as he too caught the wave. With one last thrust, he stiffened as he spilled himself deep inside of her. “Holy shiiit!!” he groaned collapsing over her.

  ***

  When they finally recovered, Jack carried Noelle into the master bath and drew a bubble bath in her gigantic tub. Noelle lit her Seda France candles then lay back against his muscled chest, cradled between his powerful thighs and allowed the warm water to soothe her deliciously aching body parts.

  “Middle name?” she asked drowsily, tracing circles on his strong thighs that were covered in fine dark hair.

  “Conall. Yours?” he whispered against her ear. She shivered and felt her nipples go hard as he traced the delicate shell with his tongue.

  “Lynette. Birthday?” She could feel him hardening against her lower back. Anticipation was making her girly parts tingle again. Oh dear.

  “May 15th. Yours is January 18th.” So his birthday had just passed, and he was a Taurus.

  “Ooooh Happy Belated Birthday! Favorite food?” Sighing, Noelle leaned back to enjoy his ministrations. Jack played her body expertly, knowing exactly what and how she liked it before even she knew.

  “A dish my ma would make. I’ve yet to find anyone who cooked it as perfectly as she did. Every Sunday after church she’d make it. My brothers and I would just inhale it. I haven’t had it like that in forever…” he trailed off. Hmmm. Traditional and loyal good to know.

  “Is that her name tattooed on your arm?” Adorning his left arm was a beautifully done tattoo. It was the name “Moira” with angel wings on both sides and a Celtic flag flying behind it. Across his back she’d discovered another tattoo that read “Ní neart go cur le chéile." She certainly hoped it was his mother’s name, because jealousy had reared its ugly fat green head upon discovering the artwork and refused to go away, even though everyone is entitled to a past. Please say yes. Please, please…

  “Aye.” And the way his deep southern voice took on an Irish lilt was too hot for words, she thought, smiling as the green-eyed monster disappeared. His firm lips were now trailing soft kisses down the side of her neck. Noelle tilted her head to the side to give him better access, and he rewarded her with a bite to the spot where her neck and shoulder connected, soothing the sting with a languid lick of his warm tongue; causing Noelle to grip his thighs as goosebumps spread over her body.

  “And the …one on…your back?” Noelle gasped as his lips wreaked havoc on her weak spots.

  Jack paused his gentle assault to slide his hand in between her tender nether lips. His fingers rubbed against her swollen clit sensuously, jacking her pulse rate up even higher. “Strength in Unity”.

  “F-Favorite color? Mine is J-jade g-g-green,” she stuttered, finding it hard to catch her breath and form a sentence. His mouth was back to working overtime on her neck; one hand was cupping her heavy breast, teasing the swollen peak by squeezing and pinching it; while his other hand…God bless his multi-tasking skills.

  “I like brown, darlin’. Not just any shade of brown either. Nope; my favorite brown is the color of your skin, all rich and shimmery like brown sugar; you’ve got me wanting to taste every inch of it.” His words sent Noelle over the edge as he increased his motions tenfold, and she rode his fingers with her hands gripping his thighs tightly for stability. Water sloshed over the edge of the tub as she succumbed to the powerful orgasm, bucking uncontrollably and mewling like a kitten.

  Jesus, he was going to kill her. When Noelle could finally catch her breath, she fell back against him relaxed and sated. Jack laughed silently, aware of the effect he was having on her. Judging by his rock-hard penis that felt like a sharp knife trying to pierce her back, the feeling was mutual.

  “Stand up, love. We’re not done yet,” he urged; and though she was tired, Noelle did because her body was no longer hers to command. She felt something cool slide down her back, and the scent of her favorite lavender and citrus bath wash filled the air. She moaned in ecstasy as Jack gently nibbled on her booty as he bathed her. The torture of having his skilled hands and lips caress her body was exquisite. When he rinsed her, she tried to turn and face him, but he stopped her by holding her hips firmly.

  “Noelle, do you trust me?” She didn’t hesitate to nod her head yes. “Brace yourself against the wall and spread your legs slightly, darlin’.” Jack trailed a finger between her full cheeks, causing goose bumps to spread over her body as she assumed the position. “I wanna taste you again. Will you let me, sweet Noelle?” His deep southern voice was like dark thunder; desire threaded through it. He cupped her bottom and gently spread her cheeks, blowing cool air on her private areas and she shivered. Her pussy clenched in response. “Can I, Noelle?”

  And just like that, the girl who’d once been accused of being an uptight prude was deliciously rimmed by Jack Sullivan’s masterful tongue. Noelle found herself bending over until she was gripping the sides of the tub with her shaky legs spread as far as they could go as he finger-fucked her pussy and frenched her star. The sinful decadence of the taboo act and his superb skills brought her to an earth shattering climax that left her quaking and once again, gasping for breath. With an arm around her waist to steady her, Jack rose up behind her and helped her out of the tub.

  Noelle sat on the toilet drunkenly as Jack dried her. Through the entire process, she couldn’t take her eyes off of his dick, swaying with his every movement and hypnotizing her. It looked so red and painful in its aroused state that she felt a surge of empowerment knowing that she was the cause. He caught her looking and gave her a sexy wink.

  Noelle blushed but wasn’t ashamed to be caught looking. Slyly she said, “I think my new favorite color is red.” Jack shook his head and laughed at her. When he was finished drying her, Noelle returned the favor. Taking her time to trail kisses down his spine and laugh with delight when she bit one of his firm buttocks and he clenched them tightly. She ran her hands sans towel all over his heavily muscled body licking up droplets of water everywhere; but he refused to let her touch him THERE.

  “You’re gonna be the death of me, sugar, if you put those sexy lips on me again,” Jack said kissing away her pout and leading her to the queen size bed where he tucked her in. Leaning down, he gave her a heart stopping smile before gently kissing her forehead and getting dressed under her admiring eyes.

  “Jack, wait! I just realized we didn’t use any protection,” Noelle said, her voice slightly panicked as she sat up in bed. How dumb could she be?! A wave of horrified embarrassment mixed with shame swept through her. “I’m on the pill, and my last OBGYN appointment was three weeks ago. I got tested, and I swear I’m clean.”

  Jack gave her a serious look. “That’s good to know. I’ve never had unprotected sex before tonight, but if it will reassure you, I can get tested.”

  Jack didn’t add that it wasn’t important, because once they were married, he planned to stay married; so using no protection wasn’t a big deal to him. The sooner he could knock her up the better.

  ASSHOLE! His conscience screamed but he pushed it to the back of his mind.


  “Jack, have you ever been in an interracial relationship?” Noelle asked curiously, her eyes dropping to the sky-blue eyelet duvet cover as she plucked at the pattern absentmindedly. “I mean, I know you want to help me out; and trust me I appreciate you doing it, but are you sure that this is the right course-"

  “Look at me.” Noelle’s head snapped up at Jack’s hard tone. The savageness in his hazel eyes made her want to draw the sheet around her protectively. “If someone expresses their opinion to you on us; a matter that doesn’t concern them anyway, please bring it to my attention. Do you understand?”

  Jack’s tone implied that he would welcome anyone stupid enough to try. Speechless, Noelle nodded her head in acquiescence as he continued. “I will never let anyone hurt you or come between us. As my wife, you will be shown the utmost respect. I know we live in a world that likes to think it’s far more progressive than it actually is, and yes racism unfortunately still exists; but you need to understand my background to know the color of your beautiful skin matters to me only because I can’t get enough of seeing and touching you.”

  Noelle blushed at his words. “That’s good to know, and thank you for the compliment. I just had to know; when you’re a person of color, the world does see you differently. Hell, even as well-liked and popular as Daddy is, the ton of racist hate mail he receives is mind-blowing. It certainly makes me hyper-aware of how unkind the world can be.”

  You should try being the son of Patrick Sullivan, Jack thought to himself, even as he gave her a reassuring smile. Stiffening slightly, he said, “I’m not worried in the least; are you? About being associated with a white guy?”

  Noelle heard the challenge in his tone and threw him a speculative look. “I’m more worried about being tied to someone so good-looking and all the drama it will bring from the ladies than his being white.”

  Jack felt the tension ease from him and flashed a smile. “Let that be the least of your worries, darlin’. As long as I want you, whoever wants me isn’t even a factor. It’s time for me to go. I hope tonight showed you how compatible we are. I’ve told you I want to pursue all aspects of marriage, but I give you my word that we won’t sleep together unless you come to me and say that’s what you want too. I do want to warn you that I won’t stop touching you unless you tell me to stop.” His hooded gaze ran over like a caress and her nipples pebbled underneath the covers in response. “I promise you won’t regret marrying me. Meet me at City Hall, Monday morning at eight sharp. I’ll lock up behind me. Sweet dreams, Noelle,” Jack said kindly.

  After he left, Noelle slid under the covers, exhausted and dazed. “I can’t really marry him can I? It’s such a crazy idea. I’ll tell him no tomorrow.”

  Noelle yawned and started to drift off to sleep, knowing she wouldn’t tell him no. Damn Jackson Conall Sullivan and his Svengali-like hold on me, was her last thought.

  Chapter Nine

  Friday afternoon, Noelle was waiting patiently for her two closest friends to arrive at the Crabby Shack in Brooklyn. It was one of their favorite spots to eat because the food was simple and fresh. Since she arrived first, she placed their usual order of Alaskan snow crab and spicy steamed shrimp with corn and potatoes for sides.

  While waiting, she allowed herself to drift back to her evening with Jack. Noelle was so lost in her reverie that she didn’t notice the tall, dark beauty heading her way. She gave a small shriek when Sidra Barton plopped down in front of her, causing her friend to give her a quizzical stare.

  “Hey, babe. Everything ok? You were really zoning out there for a minute,” Sidra’s voice sounded a lot like Alicia Keys and always had the opposite sex hanging on her every word; even when she was telling them to kiss her ass. It worked well with her striking looks. Skin the color of milk chocolate complimented her perfectly symmetrical features in an oval face that was framed by a shoulder length bob of jet black curls laced with streaks of indigo and dark purple streaks. She had wide whiskey colored eyes with short thick lashes. Her eyebrows and cheeks were high delicate arches, and her mouth was a perfect full bow. A delicate, pointed chin rounded out her ethereal appearance. Sidra’s body was lean and lightly muscled with high perky breasts and a well-toned ass. Already standing at five feet nine inches, she absolutely adored high heels and dressed like she just stepped off of a rocker chic runway.

  Women envied her, and men wanted to be with her; but behind the vibrant personality and looks was one of the sharpest minds and tongues Noelle knew. Sidra was their high school valedictorian and graduated college Suma Cum Laude from Cornell University. Although she currently worked with R.R. & S. Public Relations in what she called the “Wining and Dining” department, Sidra was making a name for herself in the world of dee-jaying; a skill that she honed to perfection in college to pay for her expenses; because unlike Avery and Noelle, she didn’t come from money but was granted a full ride to the fifteen colleges she applied to.

  “No, just thinking about some things going on at work. What’s up with you, babe?” Noelle gave her friend a smile. Today Sidra was wearing acid washed skinny jeans, paired with a white muscle t-shirt with the words ‘Wild Child’ scribbled across the front. Her hair was in huge rolled curls and oversized black sunglasses pushed them away from her face while red and black bangles adorned her wrists. Noelle glanced down; admiring the four-inch, red stilettos on Sidra’s feet.

  “Well the firm just took on two more clients. One of them is Dominick Harris; you know, the indie rocker with all the tattoos? I met him the other day, and the man is sexy as all get out in person, girl. I invited him to attend a firm event in D.C. next week. He looks like the kind of guy who’d show you a good time. Want me to hook you up? I know it’s been a minute on your maintenance, mama,” Sidra said with a devilish smile on her fire engine red lips as she reached for her glass of iced lemonade.

  Noelle coughed, feeling color creeping up her cheeks. Sidra put the glass down with a thud causing a little bit of the tart beverage to splash onto the table. “Oh. Hell. No. You look just like Sylvester when he swallows Tweety Bird! You got some didn’t you?”

  “Got some of what?” A soft polished voice asked from behind Noelle. Saved by the bell. She looked up to find their other bestie Avery Monroe standing by the table. She gave Sidra a light smack with her oversized flower printed clutch, and received an irritated look for her action, before Sidra scooted over. Avery slid in and kissed her cheek while grabbing Noelle’s hand and giving it a warm squeeze.

  “Sorry, doll. You know I love you, but the thought of sitting across from you as you inhale food like its air and not gain a pound is depressing; especially to someone who only has to think about food and five pounds appears on each hip,” Avery said with a warm smile, ignoring the frowns she received from her friends.

  Standing at five feet-two inches tall, Avery was the smallest in height of the group, but not in size. She was a size twelve; and to hear men say it, built like a “brick shit mansion” with curves for days. Her large, firm full breasts, small waist with ample hips, and rounded ass made Nicki Minaj look like Olive Oil.

  In high school and college, Avery had been obsessed with reduction surgeries, and she’d only worn oversized clothes that made her look dumpy as not draw attention to her body. Eventually she started to accept her body shape and embraced a very feminine, classic modern look with full midi skirts and dresses. While her friends were model striking, Avery was pretty and became more so the longer you were in her company.

  If you weren’t initially distracted by Avery’s body, then it was her smile that drew you in. She had a wide, generous mouth, and her whole face lit up when she blessed you with that dazzling smile. It made you notice how her large dark brown eyes sparkled with gold flecks and high cheekbones glinted in her upside down triangle- shaped face. Her copper skin glowed and was only enhanced by her long dark brown wavy tresses. She was a genuinely friendly, kind, and caring person, without a mean bone in her body.

  Men usually missed all of these wonde
rful attributes since they were too busy trying to get to know her from the neck down; and by the time it dawned on them that there was more to her than just a sexy body, there was a hand in their face before she graced them with a complimentary view of her thick backside while she walked away from them.

  Although Avery had grown resigned to the fact that her curves weren’t going anywhere, she tried to keep them under control. While Noelle liked to run and do Pilates and Sidra liked kickboxing, Avery hated to exercise; so instead she dieted; obsessively. She’d tried them all and was always on the lookout for the latest fad.

  “Well dish, honey. Don’t leave us hanging,” Avery urged in her soft voice. “I wasn’t aware you met anyone new.”

  Noelle cleared her throat as they started to eat. “Nothing’s going on; and no, I haven’t met anyone new. How’s Pierce doing? Does he like his new job, Ave?” She was referring to Pierce Wesley, Avery’s boyfriend. There was silence at the table, and Avery looked up to find both of her friends staring at her as if she’d grown a third eye.