Fire Down Below (35 page)

“Lesson one—always pay attention
to my breasts.”

He moves down to my right nipple
which is already standing up, eager to be administered to. “Don’t worry,” he
says, “I think you’ll find that I’m a fast learner.”

He takes lesson one to heart,
gently pinching and rolling my nipples, then drawing them into his mouth one at
a time as I squirm with pleasure beneath him. He plays with my breasts for a
while, teasing me to see what I enjoy. All I can say is that, like all areas in
his life, Declan’s very thorough. By the time he’s finished with me I’m completely
wrecked.

“Shall we move on to lesson number
two?”

“Just give me a minute,” I say,
trying to catch my breath.

He nods, while I put my hand up to
his face, stoking his jaw. And then he kisses me, full mouthed, our tongues stroking
each other. We’re both aroused, but there’s a mellowness between us, too. He
tightens his arms around my waist and rolls us over.

“I want you on top this time,” he says.
“I want to watch you put my cock inside you.”

“Hey, who’s giving the lessons
here?” I smile, but then reach down and take him in my hand. I can feel his
erection pressing as I slowly work him into me.

Declan watches my face and then I
see his eyes move down to where we’re joined.

“God, what a sight,” he murmurs. “You’re
beautiful like this.”

I feel his hands slide up my arms
and shoulders, caressing my skin. When I move on top of him, he’s still watching
me and the expression he’s wearing is the best mixture of lust and joy I’ve
ever seen in my life. I can’t believe I’m the one putting that look on his
face. It’s like some kind of miracle.

My hair is swinging, brushing
against him while he strokes my body. He’s telling me how good I feel and how he’s
wanted me forever. Somewhere in there I start to come again, breathing his
name, telling him to come with me. He grips my hips hard and soon we’re flying
to pieces all over each other.

***

I don’t remember falling asleep.
All I know is that when I wake up the room is getting dark. I roll over to find
Declan still sleeping beside me and so I simply lay there and watch him, amazed
that we’re here together.

As I’m thinking this Declan opens
his eyes. He doesn’t stir or say anything and instead we simply gaze at each other,
completely blissed out.

“You make me happy,” I say, softly.
“Have I ever told you that?”

“No, I can’t say that you have.” He
closes his eyes and when he opens them I can see the emotion there. “You make
me happy too.”

I move closer and kiss him gently
on his cheeks, nose, forehead, and then finally his lips. He opens his mouth to
me and the kiss is deep and rich. His tongue moves over my teeth and we’re both
exploring each other, taking our time, though after a while it heats up. I suck
on his tongue and he groans, rolling on top of me, planting himself between my
thighs. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”

I move my body against his in
approval, but Declan doesn’t seem in any rush. Instead he shifts to the side
slightly and rests on one elbow. He fingers my necklace.

“Do you ever take this off? I
don’t think I’ve seen you without it once since you’ve been here.”

“No, I only take it off to shower
and when Ben is around.” I stop talking, saying more then I intended. I think
it’s rude to discuss former lovers when you’re in bed with someone, but Declan is
unfazed.

“Did Ben give you a hard time
about it?”

“You could say that.”

He chuckles. “I can’t say I blame
him.”

“What do you mean?”

“If you were mine, I’d never let
another man give you jewelry.”

If you were mine.
The words
echo in my head. But I am yours, I want to say. I’ve always been yours, even
when I didn’t know it. I should tell him this. I have a feeling he’d like it,
but some irrational fear holds me back.

“If I were a nice guy,” Declan
continues, “I would have given it to you in private, so Ben wouldn’t know it
came from me. If I were a
really
nice guy I would have let him buy it
for you himself, but I’m not even close to being that nice.”

I snort. “Don’t worry, Ben would never
have bought me this necklace.”

Declan looks at me in surprise.
“Even though you wanted it so badly?”

“He doesn’t like to spend money on
things that he thinks are useless. Also he would have thought it was too
expensive.” Old resentments come back as I remember how stingy Ben could be.

Declan doesn’t say anything. Instead
he slides his fingers up towards my neck, until he’s gently holding my jaw.

“I’d buy you a million necklaces
if I thought it would make you happy.”

We study each other. I swallow,
trying to keep my emotions in check, not wanting to cry again. It’s like I’m
starved or something. Soul starved. Starved to feel this kind of connection
with Declan.

He gives me a sly smile. “However,
as fond as you are of this piece of jewelry, I am going to have to ask you to remove
it.”

“You are?”

“I said I wanted you naked—remember?”

“I am naked.”

“I want you completely naked. No
clothes, no jewelry. And most importantly—no backtalk.”

“Oh? And what will happen if I
decide differently?”

“You don’t want to know. Bad girls
are always punished.” Declan runs his hand over my bottom, patting it gently.
“But I know you’re a good girl, so take the necklace off for me.”

I bite my lip, trying not to
smile. “Forget it. I love this necklace and it’s not coming off.”

Declan raises his eyebrows. “Is
that so? And here I thought you were a good girl.” He leans over, covering my
body with his, and whispers in my ear. “I’m going to give you one last chance
to do as I tell you Kate. Take it off.”

I squirm beneath him, feeling turned
on. “No,” I say, in a sassy voice. “Take it off yourself.”

“Did you just tell me
no
?” There’s
a warning in his tone, but before I can respond with something glib, I feel the
sting of his hand as he suddenly slaps my ass.

“Hey!”

“Now are you ready to do as you’re
told?” His voice is low, but I can hear the arousal in it, his erection pressing
hard against my thigh.

I shake my head and scoff. “Forget
it.”

He puts his hand on my hip and before
I know it he’s flipped me over so I’m lying on my stomach, his body still
pressed against mine. I feel his hand caressing my bottom, his fingers kneading
my flesh. He slaps me again and I let out a soft moan. He’s not hurting me, but
there’s definitely a sting.

“Such a luscious ass. It’s going
to be pink though if you keep up this disobedience. Do you have anything to say
for yourself?”

“Fuck...off.”

Declan makes a tsk, tsk sound. “Not
what I wanted to hear. Now I’ll have to punish you some more.”

When the next slap comes I can’t
believe how aroused I am. The sting is erotic and forbidden. I feel like I’m
already on the verge of climaxing as my hips try to move against the bed. He
slips his hand between my legs and I know if he even touches me, that’s it. I’m
done for. I lift my bottom to give him better access, but he must sense that even
the slightest pressure is going to set me off because he only slides his
fingers over me very lightly.

“Should I let you come?” he
breathes. “Would you like that?”

“Yes....”  I moan into my pillow.

“But you haven’t told me what I
want to hear.” His fingers circle my clit with a feather like touch.  “Are you
going to stop this defiance?”

I nod, digging my nails into the
mattress.

He slaps me again and the jolt of
it sends an erotic shock through my whole body. “You have to say the words.”

I squirm some more. “Yes,” I say,
panting. “I’ll do whatever you tell me.”

“That’s more like it. I knew you
could be a good girl with the proper motivation.” His voice is low and lyrical
and there’s a note of male satisfaction in it. I tense as he runs his hand over
my ass again, waiting for him to slip it between my legs and when he finally
does I’m practically shaking with need. His fingers are firm against me and at
the first touch I start to climax, pushing myself into his hand, moaning
loudly.

Afterwards when I roll back over I
feel embarrassed at my strong response to our little game.

“Did you enjoy that?” Declan asks. 
 

“Yes.” I smile and look away,
still feeling embarrassed. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”

“There’s nothing to feel shy
about. I thought it was fun too. I love watching you lose control like that.”

I don’t say anything, but I roll
towards him and bury my face in his neck. I feel his hand gently stroking my
back. When I look up at him he’s watching me with a tender expression. And I
have this sense that I’ve been on a long journey and have finally found my way
home

I put my hand on his cheek and he
turns his head to kiss my palm. “You’re always safe with me, Kate. I’d never do
anything to you that you didn’t want. You know that right?”

“I know.”

I close my eyes, inhaling the
scent of his skin. The thought comes to me that I’d feel safe exploring anything
with Declan. Maybe even love.

We spend the next
few days
at The Clarence, only going back to the house at night. Declan rents the same gorgeous
room for us overlooking the Liffey and when we come back to it each morning,
the room is fresh and tidy, the bed made. It’s so familiar and cozy that it feels
like our home.

“The maid must think we’re
vampires. All day we have a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the door and all night
we’re gone.”

Declan shrugs. “I’m sure she’s
seen weirder things than that.”

We are, of course, in bed again. It’s
like we can’t get enough of each other. He pulls me in close, our bodies
spooning.

“Should I be taking you out to see
the sights of Dublin?” he murmurs in my ear. “I know I’m a selfish bastard
keeping you all to myself.”

“I don’t mind. We go out enough.” I
think back to this morning when we went out for coffee and pastries to a bakery
down the street, walking down the sidewalk together window shopping and holding
hands. I kept giggling as Declan pulled me into every available doorway to kiss
me. The truth is I’ve never felt so recklessly happy in my entire life.  

“I should feel guilty,” he
continues. “You’ve been in Ireland a week and you’ve seen more of the inside of
this room than anything else. Maybe I should have at least booked us at a few
different places.”

“See Dublin through its hotels?”

Declan chuckles. “Something like
that.”

I turn around so we’re facing each
other. “I love it here. This is our place and I don’t want to go to another
hotel.”

He raises an eyebrow knowingly. “Still
hoping to see Bono in the lobby, are we?”

“No!” I say with mock indignation.
“Although where the heck is he anyway? Doesn’t he have to show up sometime?”

“I wouldn’t hold my breath.”

“I’m going to write a letter to
management and complain.”

Declan grins and pretends he’s
writing something on his hand. “Dear Bono, I spent my entire vacation waiting
for you in the lobby of your hotel. That is when I wasn’t upstairs in one of
your magnificent rooms screwing my brains out.”

“Shut up!” I laugh, grabbing one
of the pillows from the bed and hitting him with it. “I hate that expression.”

“What expression is that—screwing?”

“Yes, it sounds horrible.”

“And what word does the lady
prefer?”

“I don’t know. Fucking is better
than screwing.”

Declan pulls me into him again, so
his mouth is at my neck. “Hmm...tell me more. I like to hear you say naughty
things.”

My breath catches at the feel of
his lips. It figures he’d want to hear more. I’ve never been with anyone who enjoys
wordplay in bed as much as Declan. I also never knew it could be so exciting.
He likes telling me exactly what he’s going to do to me. And his voice is so
damn hot, I think I’ve been spoiled forever. Sometimes just hearing him
describe the way he’s going to touch me, or taste me, or fuck me is enough to push
me over the edge. He wants  me to say things too, tell him exactly what I want
and if I’m feeling shy he’ll tease me until I’m so aroused that I’m finally begging.
He’s a passionate and earthy lover, but also creative. He enjoys playing games
and I can’t believe how much fun we’re having.

I suddenly remember something. “Wait
a minute, I have a surprise for you,” I say, pulling away from him. I spot the
bag I brought back from the bakery this morning and get up to retrieve it.

He sits up, shoving some pillows
behind his back. When I come over to him he’s watching me curiously. I hold the
bakery bag up and shake it, grinning at him.

“You’re going to feed me a snack?”

“No.” I lean in close, so my mouth
is right by his ear, as I whisper, “I’m going to suck your cock, but in a very
special way.”

I hear his breath change and when
our eyes meet, his are dark with pleasure. I love watching him get turned on
like this. And before I do anything else, I put the bag down and run my hands
down his chest, sliding my fingers through all the light brown hair, over his
nipples. I bend down and take one of them in my mouth, using my tongue and
teeth to play with it.

He groans, putting his hand up to
my hair. “You have my undivided attention.”

I begin kissing my way down to his
erection, which is already at full mast. “What have we here?” I say softly, running
my hand over him. “I have a present for your cock, would you like to see it?”

Reaching over I grab the bag and
then carefully remove the glazed donut from inside and hold it up for Declan.

He looks confused for a second,
but then gives a shout of laughter as understanding dawns on him.

“Aren’t you the inventive one.” He
grins.

I smile shyly back at him. I never
did try the donut trick with Ben, so this will be the first time. “You’ve never
heard of this?” I ask.

“Putting a donut on my dick? No, I
can’t say that I have, but I’m sure it’s fun,” he says, still grinning. “And I
approve wholeheartedly of this kind of fun.”

“Are we ready?” I wave the donut
around provocatively. “Shall I begin?”

“I’m ready. Do your worst.”

Biting my lip, I gently slide the
donut down onto Declan’s erection. I purposefully picked one with a large
center, figuring it would be a better fit. Even so I can only get it about a
quarter of the way down.

I feel his eyes on me as I wrap
one of my hands around the base of him, lean over and start nibbling. I nibble
at the edges of the donut, since I don’t want it to fall apart. I try to let my
mouth touch him as I take these tiny bites. I keep it up for a while, but I
feel completely silly the whole time.

“Is this doing anything for you?”
I ask, glancing up at him.

Declan chuckles.

“I knew it! This is dumb, isn’t
it? I’m going to stop now.”

“No, wait, don’t stop. You’re
right, it is a little silly, but it’s arousing too. I like having your mouth
down there.”

“So I should continue?”

“Definitely.”

I sigh and then continue my
nibbling, wondering whether I should just eat the bloody donut so I can give
him a regular blow job.

But then as I’m licking some glaze
from my lips inspiration strikes. Using the fingers on my other hand I take
some of the glaze from the donut and rub it all over the head of his cock, smearing
it everywhere. Then I bend over and start licking off all that sticky sugar,
doing a very thorough job of it. When I hear Declan’s sudden intake of breath, I
know I’ve done something right.

After that I’m in the zone. Totally
turned on. When the donut falls apart I squish it onto him messily and then
lick and suck it off, treating his cock like some kind of delicious dessert
that I can’t get enough of. By now Declan has both hands in my hair, his hips
are moving.

“That’s so good...,” he breathes,
groaning. “That’s it...don’t stop.”

Afterwards he’s grinning at me,
trying to catch his breath. “That was something else. You really turned that
around.”

“Thank you,” I say, feeling smug.

“No, thank
you
.”