O'Gallagher Nights: The Complete Series

by Mignon Mykel

  I wished she were still in her cotton shorts from earlier so I could feel her heat, feel her wetness pooling against me. Fuck, I wish she’d changed into one of her summer dresses instead of these jeans, as great as they looked on her. My hand itched to palm her bare ass. Instead, I settled with holding her hip, my thumb rubbing gently over her hip bone.

  Her hair was in her signature ponytail, and I wrapped the long tresses around my other hand, pulling back lightly so I could move my mouth from her neck, to her ear, to her chest. I pressed a kiss over her sternum, between the slight mounds that made up her chest, before traveling over to her tit. I opened my mouth, but rather than suck her into my mouth, rather than devour her little pink, hard nipple, I gave her slow lick.

  The feel of her against my tongue…not a word to describe it.

  Emily’s moan, the sigh that ran through her body, was long and drawn out.

  I moved to her other nipple and licked her there too, slower this time. I felt her stomach quiver against my thumb and I just fucking knew she was going to come.

  All from a little action on her tits.

  I moved back to the first nipple, licking it once more before flicking my tongue over it quickly. Her hips began their restless movement against mine, her body seeking release. Her breathing became heavier, her hands in my hair tightening more.

  Her breaths were coming out in quick little pants, her mewls sounding around the room. Quicker, I flicked my tongue until finally I gave her the release she was looking for and I bit, ever so gently, on the peak.

  Emily’s knees drew up against my sides and her body straightened, pushing impossibly close to my face, as she came.

  Fucking damn.

  I grinned against her chest, letting go of her nipple and pressing a kiss to the side of her lips, her mouth open as she fought the release taking over her body. I sucked on her lower lip, her body still shuddering.

  I kept my eyes on her closed ones, willing them to open so I could see the heat behind the cool blue depths.

  C’mon, Em… Open those eyes...

  When she did, her pupils were dilated and her nostrils flared with her gasps of breath. Her face was flushed and damn if I hadn’t ever seen a more beautiful woman in the throes of passion.

  Emily

  I should really hate myself right now.

  I totally just came all over Rory’s lap like any number of the girls he convinced to sleep with him. But, my God, I wanted more.

  Rory O’Gallagher was addicting

  If this was how he was with his lady friends after he turned on the charm, I could totally see why the girls lined up to sit on his cock, even knowing he’d leave them sooner than later.

  I needed to remember who Rory was outside of sex, but I would get back to that thought later. Right now, I wanted my hands on his skin and his hard cock between our bodies.

  To start.

  My breath was still trembling out of my parted lips and I could feel my pussy pulsing from the ebbing release, but I was ready to move this on to the next step.

  His hands were still on my hips and he didn’t seem to be in any sort of hurry to get naked.

  So I was going to fix that.

  I reached down to pull up on the hem of his Henley shirt, my eyes fixed on his body as I exposed his tan, muscle-filled flesh. As I cleared the middle of his chest, I wasn’t all that surprised to find he was bare of hair.

  He probably waxed.

  Or had it removed by a laser.

  Pushing the negative thoughts about him out of my head, I continued to pull his shirt up until finally, Rory got with the program and reached behind his head, removing the shirt completely.

  I put my hands on his bare chest, taking a brief moment to drink him in. His normally messy hair was made even worse by my hands, and he still wore the shadow on his cheeks and chin from this morning. I briefly wondered what the stubble would feel like on my lady bits.

  My body shivered involuntarily over him, which only caused a grin to spread over Rory’s features.

  Not wanting him to open his mouth with some arrogant comment, ruining the moment, I busied my hands with the fly of his designer jeans. They probably cost the same as one of my classes alone.

  I hurriedly unbuttoned the fly, reaching in to pull his hardened cock free of his jeans and briefs. Needing some sort of upper hand, I gingerly rubbed my thumb along the ridge of its head, before moving off his lap to kneel between his legs, my hand never leaving his shaft.

  I glanced up at him to gauge his reaction. He moved his arms so they spanned the back of the couch, giving him a look of complete and utter comfort.

  Like this was an everyday occurrence.

  Then again, it probably was.

  Willing girl on her knees between his own, angling his cock toward her mouth.

  I really had to get out of my head before this entire thing took a sour turn.

  I lifted up on my knees, letting my elbows rest easily on his thighs, before enclosing the head of his cock with my mouth. Just the tip.

  Just enough so that when I sucked against him, I could revel in the tightening of his thighs under my arms.

  Just enough so that when I added light teasing with my tongue, I could hear his breathy groan above me.

  I pulled off him and tilted my head to the side, allowing me to run my tongue up his length without teeth getting in the way and once I reached his head once again, I dropped my mouth, sucking him back deep. My hand grasped him low on his shaft and I added quick, short pumping movements at the base of him.

  I pulled back, sucking with all I was worth, ever so slowly, my fist slowing but lengthening its pumping. I felt more than saw as Rory adjusted his ass on the couch.

  This time, when I bobbed on the upper half of his length, my palm working the lower half, his hips tightened and he began thrusting up into my mouth, further working my actions against him.

  Rory’s hands dropped beside him on the couch and from the corner of my eye, I saw as he lifted his hand, moving it toward my head, before dropping it back beside him.

  His fingers clenched into the leather cushion of the couch, all while I worked him over, loving the sounds this man was making above me.

  He let out a long groan before moving his hands toward my head again, only this time he threaded his hands into my hair. His long fingers cradled the back of my head and I could feel my ponytail loosening.

  His hands tightened before he pulled back on my head, surprising me. I honestly would have figured he’d be the guy to hold a girl’s head down as he thrust relentlessly into the back of her throat, paying no attention to her gagging.

  …and part of me was secretly upset that I didn’t experience the unabashed side of Rory.

  I allowed him to pull me back but of course I had to make it hard for him by squeezing and sucking him, his cock finally leaving my mouth with a resounding pop.

  “God, no more,” he groaned. “I’m about to fucking come. Goddamn, Emily.” He let go of my head and I could feel how loose my ponytail had gotten. I reached up to just pull the damn thing out.

  As he stood, he pulled me up to stand as well and moved me aside so he could quickly shuck his pants and briefs. I quickly lost my own jeans and panties, excited for this to continue.

  He reached for me again as he sat, pulling me to him, guiding me to straddle him. His hands palmed my ass.

  “You have a tattoo,” he said as his hands kneaded me.

  Not what I was expecting him to say. I frowned and looked over my shoulder; how had he seen it anyway?

  “The other morning,” he answered, as if I spoke the question out loud.

  “Oh.” Still, I frowned. What was with the question? He was hard and throbbing between our bodies; I was wet and hot, waiting to sink onto him. Why was he holding back?

  “What’s it mean?”

  “That I was twenty and drunk and wanted something small.” I shook my head. “What’s with the questions?”

  “Just curious,” he a
nswered, reaching for my hair and pulling it over my shoulder. Then he winked. “Needed to recharge a second.” There was that Rory I knew and…well, I knew.

  With my hair over my shoulder, the length brushed over my erect nipples. The slight feathery feeling had me moaning, but that was quickly changed to a lustful groan as Rory angled my hips so his cock rubbed deliciously against my folds.

  Apparently the feeling was nearly too much for him as well. He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut against the feeling.

  With a crooked smile on my face, I rubbed over him again. I bit my lip, absolutely loving the feeling of his thick girth between my pussy lips. I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me.

  I continued to roll my hips against him, my grin fading as my breath quickened and my brows drew in. The ridges of Rory’s cock running over my pussy, my clit being rubbed deliciously by his velvety shaft, was almost too much. I let go of my lip as I closed my eyes, my hands finding purchase on his shoulders and I let my head drop back.

  His hands were on my hips, his fingers flexing against me, and I nearly jumped from my skin when I felt his lips against the column of my throat once again. Between my grinding against him and the pull of his lips and teeth against my neck, I was ready to come again.

  Rory’s hips were flexing up under me, thrusting his cock against my folds. He wasn’t even in me and this was the best damn sex I had in my sexual history. No wonder he had a reputation.

  No wonder girls would do just about anything to be with him and didn’t seem to care when he dropped them like yesterday’s bad news.

  Suddenly, Rory’s hands tightened against my sides, his fingers biting painfully into my hips. I lifted my head to search his face.

  “Stop. Stop, we gotta stop. I’m gonna fucking come.” His voice was thick and the veins in his neck popped as tension wracked his body. “Need to be in you. Fuck, Emily, I need to be inside you.”

  He loosened his hold on me and shifted me back slightly, just enough that I could feel the cool air filtering between our bodies. Rory reached over for his wallet, quickly flipping it open and pulling out a condom.

  I watched as he expertly ripped it open, sheathing himself in a quick downward motion, and pulled me back to him. I lifted up as he angled his covered cock with one hand, his other hand at my lower back.

  I put my hands back on his shoulders and sank down on his hardness slowly, my eyes closing at the feelings of complete bliss as my body stretched to accommodate him.

  “Fuck. God, fuck!” Rory was saying, well before I fully took him in my body.

  I still had a small ways to go but Rory took care of that by thrusting upward into me forcefully. “Fuck. God-fucking-damn, you feel so—”

  And then he let out a long groan, his hips bucking under me twice before pushing into me once and holding still.

  I could feel him throbbing inside me, but more than just excited throbbing. This was the full deal, pulsing and throbbing.

  Were you..?

  Did he..?

  “Are you serious right now?” I asked, opening my eyes. I was sure disbelief was all over my face.

  He fucking came.

  For all his sexual prowess, all the women who courted him, he fucking came and we hadn’t even truly started!

  Rory’s face was squeezed tight, the frown between his brows was definitely more than just from his relief, because when the rest of his features relaxed, the creases remained and he squeezed his eyes shut more. “This is so fucking embarrassing.”

  I wanted to cry.

  My body was strung tight and need coursed through my body. I wanted to come around his cock; I wanted his thickness to be the instigator to my orgasm, because there was something about being filled to the brink when you came that really pushed an orgasm through the body.

  My eyes never left Rory’s closed face, needing for this to be a joke. Maybe he was one of those guys who could cut off their orgasm, splitting it into two or more.

  Surely this wasn’t over.

  This was a one-time thing, and if this was the end of it…

  Rory’s eyes finally opened, the green orbs looking straight into my own eyes. His pupils were dilated but the look in them was weary. “I am so sorry.”

  Rory

  I finally get into her tight body, and I fucking come.

  Even my first time ever, I had more fucking finesse and control over my orgasm. How in the hell did I just…lose my load the moment her pussy started to take me in?

  I mean, I held back. The first two inches of her sinking on me.

  But it was all gone from there.

  It was so fucking embarrassing.

  “It’s ok,” Emily said, her face starting to shut down. She lifted off of me, my slackening cock sliding from her wet, warm sheath. She stood and I watched as the cold front that was Emily Winters fell back into place.

  This had been well on its way to my best lay and I had to go and be a prepubescent teenager with his first pussy.

  “God, this is embarrassing,” I said again, letting my head fall back onto the couch while I pressed my fingers into my eyes. I could hear as Emily sifted through clothes on the floor and decided to man up and open my eyes, only to see her bent forward, her long hair shielding nearly every part of her body as she worked on getting her panties back on.

  With a sigh, I took off the condom and stood to discard it, thinking twice before putting it in Conor’s waste basket.

  But because I was already on his shit list, I moved to the small powder room attached to the office and disposed of it in there.

  When I got back into the office, Emily was already in her jeans and had her arms behind her back as she was putting her bra back on. Completely nude still, I moved behind her to try and help her, but she stepped away from me.

  Still, she said nothing.

  With a heavy sigh and no idea what to say besides ‘I’m sorry’ or ‘I’m embarrassed’ yet again, I moved to my own clothes and started to pull them on. Emily had just reached for her shirt when I broke the silence. “You want to do dinner, maybe later tonight?”

  I had to do something to make up for this. Shit, I had to try and find a way back in her pants so I could get a do-over.

  “No, Rory.” She shook her head and pulled her shirt back on. When she pulled her long hair from the collar, letting it fall down her back, I nearly groaned aloud. Damn, I loved her hair.

  No sooner than I thought it though, she was pulling it back and up high in a knot that sat at the top of her head. Now I couldn’t even watch the locks swaying as she walked away.

  I quickly finished dressing and ran a hand through my own hair.

  “It’s just dinner, Em.”

  “Yeah, and I said this,” she waved a finger in a circle in the space between us, “was a one-time deal.” Yep, Ice Cold Emily was back.

  Shit, I definitely preferred her hot and bothered over this ice queen persona she did so incredibly well.

  I sat on the couch to slip my shoes back on, my finger nearly getting stuck behind my heel as I stepped down in a hurry. Emily was heading toward the door. I hopped up and bounded across the room to reach her before she could pull the door open.

  “Dinner,” I said again, my lips brushing against the back of her head.

  She didn’t bother turning toward me. Still facing the door, she shook her head, her hair brushing my lips as she did so. “No, Rory.”

  I refrained from dropping my forehead to the back of her head, instead stepping back and allowing her to open the door.

  This wasn’t over.

  Oh no.

  It was far from over.

  I was just going to let her think she won.

  Because Rory O’Gallagher didn’t lose.

  Emily

  That entire next week, every day I worked at O’Gallaghers Rory was there.

  No, not working. We rarely worked together.

  Oh no. He was there, seeking me out.

  Couldn’t the guy just take a hint and go? I t
old him that sex between us was a one-time deal and while yeah, sure, we didn’t actually get to complete the deed—at least, I didn’t—what was done was done. I gave in to my moment of weakness where he was concerned and I was finished.

  Maybe it had been gratitude for him giving me a bed to sleep in the night before, or maybe it was just me being stupid and wanting to see Rory’s charm turned to me, but I gave in and did dirty things with the one person I said I’d never let near me.

  And now he wouldn’t leave me alone!

  Oh, he wasn’t annoying or obnoxious about it, not really.

  But he was there. Throwing those sly, cocky smiles my way. Leaning in toward me while I was at the bar giving one of the bartenders an order.

  And damn, the man smelled wonderful.

  He started to keep the stubble look, which only allowed my mind to wander to those dirty thoughts of what it would feel like on the more sensitive areas on my body. He started to pull his hair back into a stubby pony tail and I had to say, the long hair, man-bun look never did anything for me but good God, Rory was fucking gorgeous and pulled it off so damn well.

  I clenched my jaw against the thoughts, trying to redirect my mind elsewhere.

  You know, to things that were important.

  Like my next test. Or, more presently, the order Stone just slid my way to deliver.

  I grabbed the two glasses and lone bottle, putting them on my tray, all while avoiding Rory’s gaze on me. I deliberately turned in the direction away from him in order to deliver the drinks, praying for another table to flag me down. Something for a little more time away from Rory.

  My prayers were answered when I heard my name over the music.

  “Emily.”

  I glanced toward the sound and saw that Conor had just walked into the pub from the front door. He was heading toward the back but looked over at me and waved me back. “Let’s talk.”

  Assuming it had something to do with the truck I was borrowing, I delivered the drinks and hurried back to the front. Placing my tray in its home spot, I still managed to avoided Rory.