Juice: The O'Malleys Book 1, contemporary Adult Romance (14 page)

“Idiot Cass is sassy. Bedroom eyes huh? Look into my eyes, my eyes, not around the eyes. You will do exactly as I tell you.”

Cass giggled and swatted his hand away as he started doing a fake hypnotist number on her. “I’m sorry; it's just your brother, Darragh. He just seemed annoyed or angry with you. I thought. I thought. Oh I don’t know what I thought. I mean. I don’t expect you to do anything with me!”

“Take no notice of Darragh, he’s a bit stressed is all. He has a few things going on.

Nothing to do with me, or you. And I’m single, just for the record. I have been for over six months now.”
When did I become such a lying bastard?
He knew exactly why Darragh was pissed with him. He couldn’t deal with it now.

(Cass)

A country without language,

Is a country without soul.

Irish proverb.

B
efore Cass could answer, a blast of thunder grumbled like a hungry wolf and the heavens suddenly opened. Typical British weather, sunny to rainy in minutes. The rain fell in a heavy blanket and soaked the ground immediately. The grey clouds formed into one mass and blackened out the sky. Rory and Cassidy stood under the awning of the hotel foyer.

Rory shouted over the torrent, “I’ll get a cab.”

“No. Don’t,” Cass shouted back as she put her clutch bag over her head and ran out into the rainstorm. She gasped and then laughed, the cold rain stinging her face like sparks from a fire, as she looked back at him.

“Come on, Rory O’Malley. You said you lived near here. Let’s go, unless you’re chicken!”

Rory stepped out into the rain. If that had been Abigail, she would have been screaming at him about her hair and make-up. Something around his heart melted. He liked this girl. Really liked her. She was free and young and as the sound of her laughter tinkled in the wind and rain, it carried through to his heart. It sounded like the most beautiful music to him. Running along the streets dodging people and obstacles they kept hold of each other’s hands. Joined together, sharing the experience as the rain washed away all inhibitions and fears.

“It’s here,” Rory said panting as he dragged her up to an old grey building that had been recently renovated into a plush apartment complex.

He pointed to the top of the building. She looked at him mesmerized.

“I live here, Cass.”

Cassidy leaned against the wall breathless and laughing as Rory pushed her curls back from her face. She closed her eyes and held her head back, face upturned to the rain letting it wash away every thought and worry. Rory moved in front of her and cupped her face in his hands. He rubbed the water from her cheeks gently and moved his lips until they were resting just over hers. He smiled then, a big toothy grin and her breath caught in her throat.

“Ah Cassidy, funny girl. You’re so beautiful. I want to remember this moment, this first touch of our lips.”

He kissed the tip of her nose and her cheeks, savouring the sweet smell of her. She moaned softly and any semblance of control was lost. He drew her to him and kissed her hard on the mouth wrapping one arm around her neck pulling her in tight. He felt the moment the kiss turned from sweet to sensual. Suddenly they were grinding against each other oblivious to the passers-by. He felt her ample luscious curves, touching and exploring every part of her frantically. He moved his hips against her, wanting her to feel every part of him. His body and his cock were hard against her stomach, pulsating and vibrating at every minute point of contact. He felt as though he was coming alive, after so long fighting against feeling anything. Grabbing her hand he pulled her away from the wall and over to the front door. He punched in the key code, his eyes never leaving hers. Her faced was flushed and her lips looked swollen and puffy. Kissed. He shook the rain from his hair as they entered the lift and stood at the opposite side to her, his eyes undressing her. The lift landing at each one of the ten floors was a sweet exquisite kind of agony. Being so close to her but not allowing himself to touch her, was a delicious punishment. As the lift stopped at the penthouse, he put his hands out to her and felt relief as she held hers out in return and smiled shyly at him.  He lifted her up and Cass wrapped her legs around his waist as he walked them to his front door. He fumbled with the keys until she took them from his hand and turned it in the lock. Kicking the door closed he pressed her back against the wall and  moved into her in a slow rhythm.

“Rory.”

“Hmmmm.”

“Rory, I’m freezing.”

Rory stopped nuzzling her neck and drew his head back.

“Oh Jesus, sorry, of course.”

He untangled himself from her and led her into the bathroom. Cassidy looked on in amazement at the wet room, it was huge. Easily as big as her bedroom. Cranking up the shower to the highest temperature, Rory started to take off Cassidy’s dress. He watched her shivering and rubbed his hands up and down her arms. Sliding down the zip on the back of her dress he watched as she slid out of it to reveal a black satin teddy suit with a balcony bra that pushed her amazing breasts up.

“Whoa, Cassidy. You are so beautiful, made just for me. I want you so badly. Do you want me? Say you do.”

“I want you, Rory. I want you inside me. I need you inside me.”

He bent down on his knees and lifted her foot slipping off one shoe and then the other. Having him between her legs made her clench her innermost muscles. She knew she was wet, but the closeness of his lips to her pussy made her drip in anticipation.

He pulled gently on the lace hold up on her thigh and brought it down her leg caressing her inner thigh as he did. Then he started on the other leg. Staying on his knees, he lifted his arms up, looking in her eyes he drew down the straps of her teddy. Stopping as it fell to her waist, he looked at her breasts his mouth sagging open before curving into a sexy smile at the sight of them. Cassidy felt utterly exposed and something else too. It took her a moment to realise that what she was feeling was, beautiful. He was looking at her as though she were the most precious gift he had ever been given. She felt his fingertips tentatively move to the deep curve between her breasts and he rubbed his fingers lightly up and down. The need inside her was uncontrollable. He didn’t touch her breasts; instead he set up a steady rhythm of caressing around them, taking her to the edge. She moaned and parted her lips throwing her head back.

“You have the most beautiful body, lush and natural. I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want you now, Cassidy Evans.”

She felt his hands move to cup her breasts and moaned out loud. She opened her eyes looking embarrassed and shy.

“No. Don’t doubt yourself. You’re safe with me. Enjoy it. Anytime you want me to stop I will. Anything you don’t like, I’ll stop. I only want to see you come. To feel you wrapped around my cock, crying out my name.”

Cassidy nodded and moaned. Rory stood up and captured the sound in his mouth, nipping at her bottom lip. Cassidy moved against his coat, loving the feeling of the soft, velvety, fabric against her bare skin. She put her hands inside the collar and pushed it off his shoulders. Pulling at his waistband, her hands moved under his shirt. She felt the hair swirling on his chest and belly.
He’s hairy, thank you God
. Cassidy pushed him back with the flat of her palms against his chest.

“Take your clothes off, Rory. I want to see all of you.”

Something in her suddenly felt brave and totally in control.

She watched in awe as he unbuttoned his shirt revealing tattoos from his elbows to his shoulders. Swirling Celtic crosses and designs. Intricate and beautifully done. Black ink on one side and colour on the other, she gasped and reached for him.

“Wait little tiger.” Rory stepped back from her again and took off his shoes slowly, followed by his socks and pants. Black boxer briefs encased him and she was drawn to his legs, the muscles huge and bulging. Strong legs and arms. He turned around and closed the door of the wet room. Cassidy marvelled at his back, it was almost completely covered in a tattoo of a red-haired beauty standing in a clam shell. She immediately recognised it as Botticeli’s beautiful painting, The Birth of Venus. The model, Simonetta Cattaneo Vesspuci was an Italian beauty from 15
th
century Florence. Her beautiful body was lush and rounded, just like hers. Any feelings of insecurity were washed away and she touched her nipples feeling them harden between her fingers.

Rory turned his head towards her as he pulled off his briefs letting them drop to the floor. Cassidy’s mouth fell open at the sight of him. His cock was huge and rigid, it was something else. She had never seen a body like his in real life. Cass and Marie trawled through the Internet commenting on hot guys on an almost weekly basis. Ogling and talking dirty, they joked about what they would do to them. She had never actually seen anyone in real life as toned and hard as Rory. Every muscle visible, taut and flexed, a hard wall of 6ft 3inches. A gorgeous man with gorgeous flesh; she tried not to keep looking between his legs, but failed miserably. And he had the ‘V’ from her dream. He was off the charts in the hot department.
Thank you Jesus and genetics!

“I like when you look,” he said.

“I like it Cass, because I want to look at you too. I could look at you for hours.”

Cassidy pulled down her underwear and stepped out of them, kicking them aside. She heard the sharp intake of breath as he crossed the empty space between them and lifted her up into his arms. She drew her legs around his waist, the head of his cock prodding and grazing her wet pussy making her buck against him. Kissing her mouth hard and fast he held her steady with both hands under her ass. She kissed his face as he walked out of the wet room and kicked open the door of the bedroom. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he ran his thumb over the pad of her bottom lip. He started to lick the side of her neck, nipping and sucking the delicate skin near her collarbone. She leaned back in his arms and cried out when he took her nipple in his mouth. He sucked and rolled it on his tongue, before he moved on to the other one. Cassidy could feel herself coming and tried to hold back the rising orgasm. When Rory put his hand between her legs she came onto his fingers panting, her eyes wide.

“Jesus did you just come!” he looked amazed. Cassidy reddened and turned her face away.

“I’m so sorry!” Cassidy stuttered and started to move off Rory’s lap. Jonathan had been disgusted with her when she came quickly during foreplay. Selfish and oversexed he had said. No wonder she could never come during sex.

“Whoa whoa, woman! Where do you think you are going? You just came on my hand and you are thinkin’ of stopping. That’s the first one for you of the night. Many, many more to come. Excuse the pun!”

He was smiling at her, beaming.
What the hell
?
Was he for real?

“You are the most receptive woman I have ever met!!! It is horny as anything! Come here to me.”

He beckoned to her crooking his finger. He moved up to the centre of the bed dragging Cassidy with him as though she were a feather. Wrapping his legs in hers he laid her on her back and rubbed her hair dropping light kisses onto her belly.

“Open up for me, Cassidy. I want to taste you on my tongue.”

Cassidy opened her legs wide and grabbed the top of his head meshing her fingers through his hair. As she felt the first probe of his hot tongue assault her senses she raised her hips and threw her arm across her face. Using the flat of his tongue he licked her gently and darted the tip and out of her pussy in a rhythmic motion, he drove her insane. She moaned and groaned loudly, no longer caring about being quiet or ladylike.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck.” She shook her head from side to side as he grazed her clit with his teeth and flicked his tongue against her pussy, nuzzling into it. She felt the wave rise again and was shocked that it was happening so soon. She had only Jonathan and one other to compare him to and they were falling as flat as a pancake in the tongue acrobatics stakes. Grinding herself against his mouth she pushed herself further and further against his tongue. The depth of her desire ignited a fire inside of him and he quickened the pace until he felt her pussy twitch and tighten. She came into his mouth crying out and breathing heavily. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and hovered over her staring into her eyes.