Naughty Bedtime Stories: First Taste

by Trixie Taylor

He wasn’t a charmer she realized. Straight and to the point. He may have the sexiest grin ever, but he didn’t seem to use the lame lines she’d gotten in bars before. He didn’t say anything further, no comment on her hair color or her matronly clothes making him curious about what lay underneath.

  Slowly she withdrew her hand from his and leaned in a bit toward him in the seat. She’d been told a million times she came off as uninterested when she met men, probably because she was always nervous to mess it up. But this was Ireland living Rissa, and she wasn’t going to start the new life off on a down note. “Very nice to meet you, officially of course. My name is Rissa.”

  He chuckled again and she liked the way the sound wrapped around her. “Yes lass, I may have heard your name this mornin’.”

  She blinked and almost smacked herself in the forehead, of course he had, she’d said it once and the driver who’d picked her up has a well. “Should I be flattered you remembered? Or are you just really good at details?”

  His voice dropped an octave and his sentence sent chills through her. “What if I’m both?” He leaned back and turned his body slightly into the seat so he could face her and his voice lost the lusty tone as he continued the conversation before she could even think of a reply. “So you’re ta own a bakery then?”

  “Yes. I fell in love with baking here in Ireland and when the opportunity came up, there was really nothing standing in my way from doing it. I owned a shop, well I own a shop, back in southern California. I decided coming to where it all began couldn’t hurt. Plus, I was secretly looking for an Irish guy to bring back home on my arm.” She winked and her pulse pounded. She couldn’t believe her voice hadn’t squeaked when she’d said that. She was actually flirting and successfully with an extremely sexy man.

  “I’d love ta have a taste one day.” His voice was laced with hidden meaning and she shifted in her seat, her legs squeezing together in an attempt to lessen the throbbing his comment had set off. He knew exactly what he was saying, his smile told her that and she didn’t have the balls to respond on the same train of thought so she decided to switch.

  She’d made the mistake of glancing down; hoping too quickly for him to catch, but the bulge in his pants was too large and impressive to miss. She’d had to bite down hard on her lip to stop the noise of appreciation that would have slipped out and made her want to kill herself. He really wasn’t her type, she preferred dark and broody men that didn’t push for much, but liked control in the bedroom. But that accent was doing things to her.

  “So tell me about you. You know my dirty little secret, but all I know about you is that you seem to be stalking me.”

  Chapter 4

  Her words hit home and his pulse picked up a little even though he knew she didn’t actually mean it. But he had stalked her and it was turning out to be a more than worth crime. She was a little reserved he could tell, but receptive and if he wasn’t mistaken, as turned on as he was.

  Kieran didn’t have to do anything to hide the bulging erection in his pants. The darkly lit bus made it easy enough to not stand out and he had a pretty good feeling that while she was responding to him, she wasn’t going to blatantly look down at his lap. Though if she did he was going to have one hell of a time not taking her into the small little bus bathroom and banging her against the wall. Somehow he figured she wasn’t too keen on that.

  “How could I not stalk the pretty American who intrigued me with the idea of sweets?”

  She laughed and he did as well. The sexual currant ran between them, but even if she was a little wound up she was easy enough to talk to.

  “You know that’s not fair. I gave you my sad and pathetic story. Come on, seat buddy, it’s time to share.”

  She was flirting with him and it was endearing because he could almost see the stress or worry lines on her face as she did. Rissa didn’t seem the type who got off with strangers, but Kieran wasn’t in the mood to back down. He’d been mentally fucking her all day long and he needed to find out what burying himself deep in her body would actually feel like. And even if she didn’t do it, she didn’t seem to be backing down.

  He smiled and threw his hands up in the air even as his cock hardened more at his last train of thought. “Ok, lass, you’re right. Promise you won’t run away screaming when I tell you?” Most women found his job sexy and dangerous, but what would a mild mannered pastry chef think?

  “Are you going to tell me you’re an unemployed serial killer?” Her voice was playful, but he noticed she shifted a slight bit backwards. Smart girl.

  “No actually the opposite.” He reached his hand under his ass to his back pocket and grabbed out his wallet, flicking it open to show his badge. “I work for Interpol.”

  She gasped and her hand reached out and he watched as her finger traced over the badge and he grit his teeth together as he thought about her trailing that same feather light touch down his cock.

  “Do you now?” She gave him the same wicked grin he’d gotten countless times when he told people that and he swallowed, hard.

  “Mmm sure do, lass.”

  “Well I guess it’s my lucky day. Stuck in a brand new area and I seem to have befriended a cop.”

  She pulled her finger off his badge and he closed it, careful not to growl at her that Interpol weren’t cops. Cops were beneath them and it really grated him, but somehow he didn’t think she realized the insult so he let it go.

  “Oh you’ve done more than befriend a cop, Rissa.” He returned her wicked grin and saw how her cheeks heated red. It took a lot to hold back the chuckle. This American was a conundrum of sorts. She was bold enough to return his advances, but he could tell she wasn’t comfortable in it. So how exactly would she take to finding out he’d come here with the intention of fucking her and returning back to Dublin for work in the morning?

  “I’ll have to keep that in mind.” Her voice twisted. He’d made his intention clear and she turned her head out the window.

  Her head remained glued to the outside window for the rest of the trip. The storm either to beautiful to turn away from or her shyness overcoming the little bit of boldness he’d seen. She’d glanced over at him at one point and her eyes had once again glued to his. He’d felt another surge of blood rush to his cock. It’s going ta be a verra long drive, he thought and it was. The last hour had been torture on him. He could feel her heated gaze on him as she pretended she was only looking out the window. He wanted to crawl over her body and show her just what those stares were doing to him, crowded bus or not.

  The buttons on her blouse were opened now, the thin fabric hanging open exposing the beautiful swell of her breasts under a white lace trimmed tank. He’d been able to see them in the window’s reflection too. He’d licked his lips imagining what suckling one of her nipples in his mouth would be like.

  The bus stopping in Kilkenny was either the world’s biggest blessing or curse because if she really didn’t do sex with strangers, he’d have no place to spend the night and a dire need for some private time between his palm and his cock. The erection was painfully present and he adjusted his pants as casually as he could when he stood up on the bus.

  When they got off he helped pull her bags from the underside of the bus and set them down on the cobble street. The rain was a light drizzle and her white tank was betraying more of her than she realized. When she grabbed the handles to take off, he put his hand over hers on the black bar.

  “What do you say ta letting an Interpol agent walk you safely ta where ever you are staying? I know Kilkenny isn’t the most dangerous, but ya never know.” She hesitated and his dick screamed at him. “I’ll even take your bags for you.”

  She chewed on her lower lip and the sight of it was going to make him shoot his load right there in the street. Seconds ticked onto minutes before she pushed the handle of the biggest suitcase toward him.

  “Deal, I want to check on my shop first, make sure everything is ok.” She started walking without so much as looking at a map
and he was intrigued. She really did know the small town somehow.

  He groaned. “Lass, it’s nearly three in the mornin’ can it not wait?” Because that’s really going ta make me die of blue balls.

  She stopped walking and turned to him, the front of her blue blouse sticking to the wet tank driving him mad. “Yes it’s completely necessary. You can go off for whatever reason you’re here no need to worry about me.” She went to take the bag from him and he twisted it behind him.

  “I don’t renege on my offers. Ta the bakery.” The suitcase slammed into the back of his knee and sent him tumbling forward because the ground was slick with the falling rain. He felt her hand wrap around his arm, it didn’t even close, but he felt the heat of it through the wet shirt and he was so focused on her hand the toe of his shoe smashed into a cobblestone and he tumbled down. He managed to stop his head from hitting the ground with a crack, but the impact from his shoulders still rocketed through him. He heard Rissa gasp and then a strangled laugh and he propped himself up on his elbow. “Oh it’s funny when a man falls helping you now is it?” Her face was red with pent up laughter and he shook his head and stood up from the street.

  She lost control in that moment and threw her head back with laugher. She looked beautiful in that moment of freedom. Her breasts moved with the force of her laughter and the wet strands of her hair swung around her face still up in her pony tail. He shook his head, grabbed the suit case handle and tugged it behind him while she laughed the whole way. He wouldn’t admit that he enjoyed the sound of her laugh almost as much as the way her body had his on fire.

  A crack of lightening lit up the dark sky and she yelped as the clouds opened up and poured water down on them. “Where am I running ta, lass?”

  She quickly caught up to his pace as she was only holding the one bag and turned to tell him. “Collier’s Lane - off of Saint Kieran’s Street.” She gasped and halted as if the irony hit her.

  “Lass, we can joke about the amusement in your shops location and my supremely sexy name later. I’d like ta get out of the cold now.” He pushed past her laughing as she continued to stand a few seconds longer, dumbfounded at the coincidence that even made him laugh a little.

  The rain pounded into the ground, a vicious summer storm that would certainly leave a small flood in some of the roads. All around them the streets were quiet. Kilkenny might have its fair share of pubs, but it was also a community town and three in the morning was far late enough for the shops and bars to have called it quits.

  Puddles sprayed up at them as they made their way to the shop; from their feet slamming into them and the suitcases flying through them. He bounced back and forth on his feet and blew into his hands as she fumbled around in the blasted purse of hers to find the bakery store key.

  Chapter 5

  The cold seeped through her clothes and into her body. Summer in Ireland was nothing like summer in Long Beach. They’d run through the rain for at least ten minutes and she didn’t have a doubt that none of the clothes in her bags remained dry. Nor that she wouldn’t be replacing her computer in the next few days from the onslaught of rain. Since Kieran didn’t have any bags it was safe to assume he had nothing to wear either.

  The keys eluded her over and over as she tried to shuffle through her purse under the tiny scrap of overhang on the building. Finally her hand grasped the metal loop of keys and she freed it from the bag. Rissa’s hands shook a little from the cold, but she was able to get the door open without any trouble. She fumbled around the wall and gave up looking for a switch and grabbed her cell phone and flicked on the flashlight app. She twirled the phone around the room and she forgot about Kieran for a moment.

  The bakery was beautiful. It was exactly how she remembered it from the pastel floral wallpaper to the antique silver colored register. A perfect vintage bakery. She was twitching to check out the kitchen, but at the moment Kieran cleared his throat. She turned just as he brushed past her. He’d been walking sideways to get through the door because she’d barely stepped inside and it was her undoing. As he walked by his pelvis brushed against her stomach and she felt the thick and distinct length of an erection. Her mind danced at the possibility of what she would do with him. He grunted an apology and slid both suitcases against the wall before he disappeared through the kitchen door. Seconds later the lights flicked to life.

  But she wasn’t interested in seeing the fully illuminated bakery. Fear had morphed into an insatiable lust, and fantasies and proximity had been attacking her since he laughed at her the morning prior. She didn’t want to be known as the shy girl, she was almost thirty-five and being shy had gotten her nothing. Well not exactly nothing, she had enjoyed the guys she’d been with. But she wanted something truly wild. Something to mark the start of her adventurous new life in Ireland. She wanted Kieran.

  He walked around the corner and her breath caught in her throat. His hair was darker now, matted to his face, but showing off the perfect angles of his cheek bones. His white shirt was unbuttoned, his hands slowly undoing each button as he walked closer to her. But he wasn’t watching her. Instead he was focused on his buttons like he had no idea she was even there. It set off a spark in her. A desire to show him exactly who she was and that she was there.

  “Kieran-”

  He walked past her again. His erection brushed against her right thigh as he walked past her to close the still open bakery door. She jumped as the door slammed when the wind caught hold of it. But Kieran was looking at her now. His eyes intensely focused on her and nothing else, not even the slam of the door. There was enough sexual tension in the room that she thought she was going to burst. When he tugged off the button down and pulled his undershirt off over his head and muttered about the rain, liquid pooled between her legs. He was built nicely and she couldn’t help but stare with his shirt off. His eyes were still locked on her, creating a torturous throbbing between her legs from just the heat and promise in his eyes alone. She’d made up her mind and she took a deep breath before making her next move.

  “I’m going ta set this in the kitchen ta dry.”

  She barely heard a word he said, her body humming with pleasure and excitement. She used his exit to her advantage. Quickly she flipped her soaked heels off and yanked the zipper on her slacks down. Hopping on one foot she tried to get them off quickly and smashed into the wall.

  “You all right, lass? I can’t even leave for one minute…”

  Rubbing her head, she tossed the pants to the side and fumbled to undo the buttons on her blouse and toss it in the same pile. Cautiously she went behind the counter. Her tongue flicked across her lips as the idea fully formed and she climbed up onto the display case counter. Public sex. It had always been a dirty desire of hers and while the bakery wasn’t really public with a blaring light and huge windows at three a.m., her brain told her it would do nicely.

  Softly she closed her eyes to look serene for when he would come back in. He wanted her, she’d felt proof of it even if his motives on the bus hadn’t been clear. Now she needed to hold her ground and let herself play the way she truly only liked to when she knew her partner, not when he was a complete and total stranger.

  She heard the growl in his voice when he came into the main room and she rubbed her legs together, friction, a silent god between her legs easing the need that was building up. She picked up her head and looked at him from on top of the counter.

  “I won't make a pretense that it's hot and I'm sweaty or that I’m soaked to the bone from a storm.” Climbing off the table she slowly sauntered up to him, unhooking her bra behind her back and letting it slide off her arms as she placed one hand on his hard chest, her heart pounding at her brazen behavior, but her body demanding she not back down. “You see I’ve been taunted all day by this extremely sexy man. Dark eyes, light hair, accent that could disintegrate panties. And now I think I’d like to give him a little pay back.”

  Walking forward more, her hand on his chest forced him to walk backwards
with her, his eyes hadn't left her breasts since she'd taken her bra off. She leaned in close, right above his lips and whispered, “And I do like it when my pay back is returned.”

  The leash she always wrapped around her snapped, her lust was controlling her and the deep rumble in Keiran’s chest was all the approval she needed that she wasn’t going to get turned down, that there was no reason to be shy and nervous with him.

  She stopped walking when she felt his back touch the wall. In the same moment his hands wrapped inside her hair and tore the elastic band out, the pain barely noticeable as his hands dragged through her freed hair. The sensation of his hands running over her sent spikes of pleasure through her and the moan she released was filled with unspoken promises. She let her body press into his as her mouth touched his and she opened for his tongue as it claimed her in a scorching kiss.

  The kiss was everything she’d been fantasizing about since she met him. His mouth clashed with hers, a fury of power and control as his hands moved in her hair, dragging her further against him and his hips ground into hers and this time the moan was shared.

  He fumbled like a school boy trying to get his belt undone and she chuckled, her voice husky and deep. She didn't let him get any further, didn’t want to wait. Her hands reached down and undid the zipper of his pants and tugged him out of them. His boxers followed suit and as his tongue hunted her mouth, her hand encircled his cock and stroked him. Her hands were a bit cool against his hot silky length. His hips thrust into her hand and his hand trailed down her body, pushing aside the thin lace above her core. His finger swept across her once, finding her already wet. Her body arched against his hand, hungry and demanding he touch her again. He pulled back from the kiss and untangled his hands from her hair, letting them trail down her neck until his mouth found her nipple and gently sucked it into his mouth. Her cry was one of utter satisfaction as his mouth worked at her nipple and his fingers played across her clit before he slipped one inside of her.