Juice: The O'Malleys Book 1, contemporary Adult Romance (34 page)

(Rian)

I
’m feeling so free tonight cruising down the road, with the wind in my hair and the boy by my side. Blasting the radio so we can’t speak to each other, I kiss him hard as he drives. Leather and bead bracelets adorn his arms. All hard muscle and sinew from his torso to his wrists. He pulls over to a quiet patch of forest where we can remain unseen. I sit on his lap and gyrate to the music, blues and deep tones blare from the car stereo. We are sweating. I feel him through his jeans and he starts to peel my shorts down, his index finger traces the sweat from my back down to the crack between my buttocks. Everything is him and everything is me. He stands in pale moonlight and unbuckles his jeans, the stifling air making him glisten and gleam. It is so dark and so warm. There are things happening in houses all around us, but all I am focused on is the here. The now. Getting out of the car, I can hear the waves crashing on the beach. The water looks black and inky and the noise travels far in the stillness. If I died now, I would die happy. I move around to face him. He is naked and so beautiful. I reach my hand out and trace my fingers down his chest. The tips mingling with the hair and sweat and scent of him makes me wet straight away. I am going to fuck this man and fuck him hard. He lifts my dress above my head and it falls to the ground leaving me standing in only my white panties in front of him.

Moving towards me he doesn’t touch me with his fingers, instead he rubs his arm and elbow along my breasts lifting them slightly. I feel droplets of my sweat race down his arm. He is so beautiful. Each muscle is proudly on show, flexing and relaxing in front of me. I cup his balls in my hand and feel the heavy weight of them. He moans loudly not hiding a bit of the pleasure. I let go and step out of my panties kicking them away to rest beside my dress. I want this moment to last forever. I want to stand here in front of him when we are at our most beautiful. I suddenly don’t care about forever or tomorrow. I just feel this moment, this one flicker of light in time. I need him to be inside me and I want to hold him inside my body and be as connected to him as is humanly possible. This is enough, this one beautiful moment. He lifts me up onto the bonnet and starts to graze against my neck. Licking and sucking on my skin. I throw my head back, drunk in the feeling. Every receptor on my skin is honing in on his touch, I am in rapture and open my eyes.

I can see the headlights shining on the trees behind him and little midgets flying to and fro. The trees look like skeletons, their branches heavy and full with foliage.

I wonder what my friends are doing, my family too. I am apart from everything I have ever known, living only in this moment and experiencing things I never thought possible. Alone. He takes my nipple in my mouth and sucks hard. I cry out and he puts his hand up to touch my face putting his thumb in my mouth. I bite and suck it hard, it is as if I am dying of starvation and his skin and bone between my teeth are my only chance at salvation. I want him so fucking much that I can barely breathe. I move myself inches towards him, my pussy grinding on him and it is so much, too much. I feel like I am already splitting apart. I pull back and look him in the eyes. He stops moving and we stay there for seconds just staring at each other, until he moves his hand through my hair drawing his face to mine. His mouth is almost touching mine and his breath is sweet and fresh. I open my mouth and try to capture his breath; the smell of his aftershave is a drug. He teases me and draws his head back and forward, darting his tongue out and flicking it off my lips. I am only a second away from touching his mouth with mine. I rub against him and then, just like that, he kisses me. Hard and wet. Sweet and soft, all at the same time. I feel the head of his cock trying to find my wet heat. Like a button about to be fastened in the darkness, fumbling and testing before it finds its home. There are small sharp jolts of pleasure pulsating against my pussy. His cock touches me again and again and then finally, finally, finds its home.

Suddenly…he is inside me. I lie back on the bonnet and he drags me closer to him. My skin sliding across the heat of the car makes squeaking noises as he pulls me further to the edge. My legs wrap around his waist, automatically searching for a hold. His skin is soft and hard, cool and hot. He starts to pound into me, there is no tenderness now. He drags my legs up and over his shoulders; until I am so full of him I can no longer move. We are loud. I mean really loud. I can, for the first time in my life let every emotion be felt. Real and hard, no holding back. No stifling of the noises and feelings that are pouring out of us, our bodies our skin. There is no one else here, so we match each other’s cries with no hint of apprehension or fear. And this is freedom. And this is living. And this, this is us.

I feel the wave start to break. Clenching myself around him, I let it come and it builds and builds with every thrust.

Muddy Waters is singing about champagne and reefer baby and I am lost.

I want to let go, to fly away, but something stops me. It’s him. I am waiting for him. As he rocks me back and forth and bruises my legs with his fingers, I tell him it’s now. Do it now! I am speared on him, impaled. And there is nothing I can do but grasp at him. My nails drag across his shoulders, his back and sweet ass. And then it happens. I shout out his name and he captures the sound in his mouth. My legs are shaking and I explode around him, franticly moving against him. Trying to consume him. I watch as his face mirrors mine and I grasp the back of his neck, slick with sweat. Roaring like an animal he throws his head back and continues pumping until every drop of him is inside of me, and he can no longer support my legs. He falls on top of me, both panting. Carrying me off the car he lays me down on the grass, covering my body with his and there we stay. Silent and shaking. I feel his heart beating in his chest, the thump thump makes me think of how vulnerable we are, how human. And one day this world will live on without us in it. Our essence no longer here on this earth, our lives flowing away on a summer breeze. But this earth, she has memory. And the ground below us with remember; remember that our bodies lay here, once. Just for a little while. We were here blended into one.

And I know. There and then, that I want to spend my time in the arms of this man. I trace the line under my breasts where his fingers and arms brushed only a short time ago. I love that I am dripping with sweat, I can smell it in the air dancing and mingling with the mustiness of the sex we shared.

Rolling away from him, I stand up and start to brush the grass from my back. Jumping up he rubs his hands down my body, flicking away the dirt and leaves. I lean back into him and he wraps his arms around me and whispers
mine
into my neck. I whisper,
yes
. Moving away from him I put back on my panties and dress. Fixing my hair, I rub my tongue over my lips. They are sore and tacky now after the ferocity of our fucking. He dresses keeping his eyes on me. When we are back in the car, he cranks up the sounds. He kisses me softly and I can smell my body on his breath. I am his and he is mine. He gently rubs his thumb across my neck where the evidence of his mouth is already starting to bruise. Smiling he looks straight ahead and drives. I stand up and hold onto the windscreen letting the warm breeze drift through my hair. I keep one hand on his shoulder and let my eyes drift to the low hanging branches as we drive out of the wood and back onto the road. And this is when I know. I just know. I’m falling in love with this beautiful boy. And it’s never felt as easy, or as perfect, as it does right now.

Rian started at the manuscript and lifted the stapled pages up and down, trying to figure out what the hell it meant. “Aoife,” he called.

“I’m straighten’ my hair, what’s wrong?”

Rian bounded up the stairs taking two steps at a time. Following the music, he loosened his tie and knocked on his sister’s room door. “Come in, Rian, Jesus!” He opened the door, pursed his lips and looked at his sister. She was kneeling on the floor with her back to him pulling her red hair through a straightener. “What the hell is this?” He held up the A4 sized sheets of paper. Aoife looked at him as though he were a small child and grinned. “It looks like writing on pages Rian, now I can’t be sure. Are we on the same page, do you think?” Rian glared back at her. “Funny. Funny, Aoife. Did you write this? What the hell is it about? Are you dating someone?”

“A) None of your business big brother. B) Yes. I wrote it. C) Why are you reading adult romance?”

“It’s-” “Well it’s-” Aoife watched, her eyes wide and playful as Rian struggled to find the words. She stood up and threw the straightener on her bed and sighed. “Rian, I know you’ve had sex, because I have to listen to Marcie Jacobs telling me how “Good you fucked her.” Aoife made air quotes and looked at him in disgust. “So maybe you can cut the wounded lamb look and get to the point. How is this shocking to you?”

Rian looked at her snarled. “I didn’t, ‘fuck’ as you so delightfully put it, Marcie Jacobs. I don’t even know who that is, is that your friend with the glasses?” He shook his head and looked back down at her. “What happened to the children’s story you were writing? I liked that one. And mama liked your romance ones, so I know she hasn’t read this…this..stuff.” Rian shook the pages an inch from Aoife’s head. “Are you sleeping with someone Aoife, and if so, who?” Aoife took off her dressing gown and Rian’s eyes widened when he took in the short sequinned black dress underneath. “What the hell are you wearing?” Aoife looked down at her dress and then back to Rian. She threw her hands in the air and shook her head, her long red hair splashing about on her shoulders. “Jaysus, Rian. What the hell happened to you in Barbados? I presume you have seen girls in dresses before. I’m twenty eight years old, for feck sake!” Rian felt strangely out of his depth and tried to rein in the urge to cover her with his jacket. “I’m just not used to this.” He gestured to her waving his arm up and down. Aoife walked passed him and slapped his shoulder. “Well
get
used to it Rian! This is how women in 2015 dress. I know it may be a shock to the system, but as much as you’d like to believe we are all virginal and pure, here’s a newsflash for ya. Women have needs too, in that department. Deal with it.” Rian stood still and rubbed his hand across his forehead.
What the hell has got into her?
Aoife was usually the more reasonable of his two sisters. And she hadn’t answered the question either. He looked back down at the pages and crinkled his nose.
I’m speared by him. Impaled.
He
read it twice in his head.
Was someone impaling his little sister? Did women like to be impaled on a cock?
Fuck that shit
! The women in the house were crazy from the eldest to the youngest. He’d keep that piece of information to himself obviously. Granny O’Malley threw a mean right hook and he wasn’t a complete idiot. Aoife marched back in the room and tore the pages from his hand. “And newsflash, stop reading my stuff. It’s private, a concept several members of this family have difficulty understanding, apparently. Oh and while you’re here Rian, I thought you'd be interested to hear that old Neddy O'Neill's cottage is occupied again.” Rian’s head snapped up and he moved towards her. “What do you mean by occupied?” Aoife raised her eyes to heaven, as she started to walk away.

“It means that Liadh O’Neil is back in town. I just thought you should know.”

           Rian & Liadh’s story, released  in January 2015