O'Malley Wild: Honoring Sean Page 8

  Instinct took over, leaving no room for thought, and before he knew what was happening, he had Honor sprawled out on the pool table.

  It seemed hours before he finally had her out of her clothes. Her fumbling fingers had been no help at all. Legs spread wide, he pulled her close until her wonderfully wet mound was perched right at the edge of the table.

  For a moment, he did nothing more than watch. Her breathing was rapid, the blatant evidence of her arousal glistening off the smoothly shaven skin of her sex.

  So, she’s kept herself shaved? It thrilled Sean to no end, but from now on, he wanted to do the shaving himself.

  “Sean,” she said barely over a whisper.

  His face was close to her pussy, smelling deeply of her musk as he answered. “What, Honor?” he said, while blowing over her slightly distended clit.

  “You’re killing me,” she groaned. “Would you do something already?”

  With two fingers, he circled her folds. “Like what, baby?”

  She was squirming around, trying to get closer to his face. He obliged with one long swipe of his tongue causing her to gasp and shudder. “Tell me, Honor. What is it you want me to do?”

  “I want to feel your tongue in me, Sean. Then I want you to fuck me, hard and fast.”

  He was still unused to her speaking in such terms, even though he’d insisted on it, but damn if it didn’t make his cock stand up and take notice. From the strained sounds of her breathing, he figured she was feeling the same way.

  “My pleasure, Little Darlin’. My pleasure.”

  He couldn’t hold himself back any longer. Plunging his tongue deep, he tasted of her. Sipped and slurped every drop of juice her body had to give.

  Her moans and purrs of pleasure set him on fire. When the muscles of her entrance clasped around his tongue in tiny spasms, he knew she was getting close.

  He sucked her, one swollen nether lip then the other, all the while paying homage to her clit with the pad of his finger.

  Rubbing round and round, until her hips bucked and she wailed her frustration. When she was at the end of her rope, he circled her tiny bundle of nerves with his tongue before latching onto it with both lips, drawing it deep.

  He thrust two fingers into her tight sheath, sucking her engorged flesh until she screamed with her release. Even as her body was recovering, he found it very hard to give up his spot between her legs. But the throbbing length of his shaft was making demands of its own.

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  Her head might be spinning and feel as if it were in a cloud, but her body had no such problem. Every nerve ending tingled in anticipation. Every inch of flesh felt as though it was on fire with the want and need her body felt.

  The things this man could do to her. The things he made her feel. It was too much.

  “No more, Sean. No more. Please, I can’t take anymore.”

  “Yes, you can and you will. You started this, Honor, but I’m going to finish it here and now. Then tomorrow we’ll talk.”

  It was a promise. She heard it in his voice. A part of her was beyond excited at the thought of him taking her right there on the pool table. The part that bothered her was the fact that he wanted to know her deepest, darkest secrets. In fact, he insisted on it.

  “Up and at ‘em, Little Darlin’.”

  He pulled her to a sitting position making her head swim. Before she could protest the sudden move, she was lowered from the table to stand on her own two feet, and then turned.

  Looking over her shoulder, she tried to see what Sean was doing.

  “Uh-uh, you stay just where I put you.” His voice was low and gruff making chill bumps appear on her skin.

  “Sean—” she began only to be cut off.

  “Quiet.”

  When he moved up behind her, tapping the inside of each of her feet, forcing her to spread them wide, she grew weak in the knees. His hand sought her overly sensitive flesh.

  Moving over the back of her neck, his lips nibbling as he leaned into her giving her no choice but to bend at the waist over the pool table. The position left her open and vulnerable to his every desire.

  Not that she wanted to get away, but a little struggle and a little fight made it so much more fun.

  Trying to turn, she once again called his name. When the loud whack sounded, followed by a burning sting on the curve of her bottom, both surprise and exhilaration flowed through her body.

  “I told you to be quiet and to stay still.”

  “Oh, God, more, Sean. More,” she groaned, giving him permission to do with her as he pleased.

  The smattering of swats to follow landed in a steady barrage leaving her time to do little but gasp at the intensity of the pleasure and pain she felt. The pain fled quickly leaving her with insurmountable pleasure, too much for one woman to handle.

  When she was just about to beg for her release, she heard the rasp of his zipper. The thick head of his penis nudging its way into her overflowing sex soon followed.

  In one quick thrust, he was buried to the hilt. The sensations were powerful. Her position opened her wide for his deep languid thrusts.

  He did as she asked. Growing in fervor, his thrusts became wild—hard and deep, causing the air to rush from her lungs as her hips were plowed into the pool table’s edge.

  Her hands sought something to hold, but the tightly drawn fabric under her had no give. She reached down, seeking the edge of the table, something to hold onto before she shattered into a million pieces.

  Sean’s weight landed on her from behind. “Put your arms over your head, baby, and keep them there.”

  His voice was like sandpaper rasping every exposed nerve, his breath moving along the tiny hairs on the back of her neck.

  Shaking her head, she said, “I can’t, Sean,” as she reached back, her body insisting she regain some semblance of control.

  When his weight became heavier and she felt his teeth on the back of her neck, she stilled. His large hands firmly grasped her wrists bringing them high above her head, leaving her stretched out beneath him. He was still buried to the hilt inside of her. His warmth could be felt throughout her body, every pulse of his shaft wrenched a shiver from her as she lay pinned beneath him.

  “Now keep them right there.”

  In frustration, she shook her head. Didn’t he understand? She needed to be fucked hard and fast. To make it quick so she could get herself back in control. To lose control now while her world felt as if it were falling apart was too dangerous. No good would come of it.

  Before she could think any more of such things he began to move. His slow thrusts were making her crazy. Needing more, she lunged back on him causing his penis to delve deep, wringing a groan from him. She felt it vibrate up the back of her neck just before he completely stopped.

  Pulling out until just the wide head of his long, thick shaft was lodged at her entrance, he fingered her. Of their own accord, her hips tilted begging for his full length. Sobbing breaths made their way from her pursed lips. If he didn’t do something soon she was going to scream.

  Pushing herself back against his body, she cried out, “Fuck me already, damn you!”

  “Keep your ass still,” he said. “If you don’t, you may just get more than you bargained for, baby,” he added, as his finger played around the entrance of her cock-filled vagina.

  Honor shivered with the new sensations coursing through her body. The area Sean was teasing reminded her of the stories she’d heard as a teenager. Later, she’d probably kick herself for asking the question running through her mind but right now she was hot, wet and beyond tipsy.

  “You’d never share me would you? I mean with your brothers or anyone else… I’ve heard stories…” Honor let her words trail off.

  Honor wondered briefly if Sean had lost his tongue then she heard him exhale swiftly. “Hell, no!” The words seemed to burst from him as if in anger. “A man doesn’t share the woman he loves.” Honor said nothing. She merely nodded her head. His words
were enough. No sooner had the words left his mouth than the same wicked finger that had been torturing her made its way back up the crease of her bottom until it found her anus spreading her own juices there. It was a threat, a promise. He never said things he didn’t mean and always followed through with what he said. Only her drink-sodden mind, along with the little devil riding high on her shoulder, viewed it as a challenge.

  A challenge she was more than eager to meet head-on. As his finger slowly circled her virgin entrance, she couldn’t help but whimper. The sensations were completely new and so overwhelming she couldn’t help but move against him. Her body wiggled and squirmed lodging his shaft deeper into her. His finger continued its journey, collecting moisture from her overflowing sex then spreading it around as his finger teased and tantalized.

  Her last thought before her orgasm powered through her was that she was in trouble. Big trouble.

  Chapter Twelve

  After bringing Honor to her pleasure twice without finding his own release, he was beyond ready. He thought about his one main fantasy when it came to making love in his bar and knew he wouldn’t take her again as she was, bent over the pool table, although it had been very pleasurable.

  He wanted to watch her as he buried himself in her tight ass. God, he hoped like hell she didn’t change her mind before he was able to work his way up her tight, dark hole.

  Taking a step back, he dislodged himself from her sucking cunt. He then pulled her against his chest. She seemed steady on her feet, but he refused to take her as he planned to without letting her know exactly what she was in for.

  And although it would kill him, he would back off if she didn’t seem interested or didn’t comprehend the magnitude of what it would be like to have every inch of him lodged within her.

  “Honor, baby. You with me?”

  “Hmm, oh, yeah, but why did you stop? Why are you torturing me, Sean? I want your cock inside me.”

  To hear her talk so openly, so wantonly, was like music to his ears.

  He led her to the bar. Once there, he moved a couple of the stools, leaving just one in front of her.

  “I want that, too, Little Darlin’, but I want even more.”

  When she didn’t answer, he tilted her head and kissed her long and slow, teasing and tormenting her mouth until she whimpered against his lips.

  Pulling ever so slightly away, he told her, “I want to be buried deep inside of you, baby—but I want your ass. I want you on your knees on that stool,” he said, motioning to the stool in front of her.

  “Then I want those pretty nipples of yours pressed against the bar, your tight little ass in the air, just for me. Just think. Even with you on the stool, I’m still tall enough to take you here.” He was squeezing her ass, spreading her cheeks. Her warm skin was smooth against the palm of his hands.

  Her breathing was rapid as was her heartbeat. He could see her pulse as it throbbed through the vein in her neck. It seemed like forever when she finally looked up and nodded, her cheeks flushed.

  “No,” he said. “Don’t nod. I want you to tell me.”

  “Y-yes,” she hissed out on a ragged breath.

  “Yes what?” He needed to be sure she knew what she was getting into.

  She stepped closer burying her face into his chest. “Yes, I want you to. I…uh… I’ve never done that before, but I want to. I mean… I want you to.”

  She hadn’t said the words, but it would do. It would have to do because if he waited any longer, he was going to explode.

  With his hands on her bare hips, he turned her until she faced away from him. Lifting her easily, he settled her onto the stool.

  The small round cushion of the stool allowed no room for her to spread her legs, causing a problem because he wanted her spread wide, able to take everything he could give her and then some.

  He pulled another stool close leaving a few inches between it and the one she was already on. Then, he helped her settle one knee upon it.

  She was completely open to him. Her back rose and fell rapidly with each breath. It took her a minute, but finally, without looking at him, she eased herself forward until her breasts were crushed to the cool wooden surface of the bar. It must have been cold because she shivered with the contact.

  When he was sure she was settled, he came up behind her laying a hand at the base of her spine. She jumped at his touch.

  “Relax,” he soothed, needing to hear the words just the same as she did. He was horny as hell and seeing her up on the stool at the perfect level for his tall frame made it even worse.

  He needed to focus, to stay in control and make her first experience a pleasurable one because there would surely be more to follow, if he had his way.

  He stroked his hand down over the curve of her ass until his fingers found her dripping pussy.

  Good, she was still wet and ready. Gathering what was left of her release, he lubricated the rosette of her anus, getting her used to his touch.

  With each passing stroke, he added more and more pressure until she was pliant enough for him to slip the tip of his finger inside.

  She was fire-hot and so very tight. He knew there would be no holding back once he was inside her. Continuing on, he worked on her until he could easily introduce first one finger and then a second, being careful to gauge her reaction.

  Her whimpers of pleasure were intermingled with an occasional grimace. Her grunts of surprise and the few curse words she let loose were nothing compared to the way her body pressed back begging for more.

  And the best part was that he got to watch it all, every reaction to cross her face, in the big mirror behind the bar.

  When she was as ready as she’d ever be, he plunged into her pussy, getting his cock nice and wet. She felt like heaven, and he knew he wouldn’t last long once inside the forbidden entrance of her nether hole.

  One last swipe of his finger spread her arousal to where it was needed. He then began to slowly work his length into her mysterious channel.

  She was virgin tight—her body’s grasp around his bulbous head was almost painful. Her gasp as his cockhead finally defeated the ring of muscle protecting her entrance caused him to still.

  He gave her a couple of minutes to get used to his size before he began to work his way further into her. He watched her in the mirror as he did so, falling in love with her deeper by the minute.

  “All right?” he asked when she tensed against him.

  Her head came up meeting his gaze in the mirror. Her eyes were no longer distant or confused as they had been previously. Their blue depths were wide, awed as sensation took over.

  She was with him all the way. The alcohol must have taken a backseat to her pleasure.

  Looking into the mirror, her eyes trained on his, she nodded her head as she grasped the edge of the bar with white-knuckled hands.

  His hips lurched forward, his cock delving deep within her ultra-tight tunnel. He wasn’t going to make it. Reaching forward, he found the little protruding nub nestled just above her slit. With his thumb and forefinger, he grasped the bundle of nerves and milked it until she cried out.

  Her climax was intense, racking her body with spasms, causing him to gasp. The combination of her muscles clutching his length and her cry of release sent him into orbit. He fought the need to pound into her, instead withdrawing in slow increments as her muscles clenched and unclenched around him.

  When he was almost all the way out, with just the flared head of his shaft remaining within her, he thrust home while he continued working her clit, drawing out her orgasm. He could feel his imminent release as his balls drew up tightly against his body and he was lost.

  Plunging forward, entering her in one swift thrust, he felt his body’s signals as a tingle started at the base of his spine.

  Once again buried to the hilt, he stilled and growled as he burst deep within her, filling her body with his seed, just as she filled his heart with love.

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  Her face flam
ed just as the rest of her body burned. Never before had she felt anything so powerful. At first, she wasn’t sure what to think. She’d heard stories and read about it, but had never experienced it. It should be wrong and in the eyes of most, it probably was, but she couldn’t think about that just now because right now, all she could do was feel.

  His shaft plunged into her throbbing center as his fingers pulled from her back entrance. The overwhelming sensations scared her. There was no turning from them. They were just there. Taking over every nerve ending, every sense her body had and using it against her.

  When she felt the blunt tip of his erection between the cheeks of her backside, she did her best to relax. Internally fighting herself, as well as the embarrassment urging her to stop him.

  There was no way she would stop him. Her body craved what his offered. A stretching burn stilled not only her thoughts but also her body. Her breath held and she was sure someone had set fire to her.

  Burying her face into her arms, she held on. Sean had stilled behind her and she wanted to ask him to pull out of her, to take away the hurt, but at the same time she was afraid he would do just what she asked.

  It was crazy, she was crazy, but while the pressure of his entrance was intense, her body gripped him with determined power as if it would refuse to release him.

  Her head swam as colors burst in front of her eyes. She realized she was still holding her breath and relaxed enough to let it slowly escape her lungs. The next breaths she took were slow and steady.

  And then he began to move.

  She couldn’t help but tense against the feel of being invaded. When Sean asked if she was all right, she lifted her head from the bar and sought his gaze in the mirror in front of her, and then nodded.

  She held onto the bar so tight her hands felt as if they would end up permanently attached to its wooden surface. If she let go though, she feared she would spiral out of control.

  After moving in slow, languid movements for what seemed like hours, he thrust the rest of the way into her.