His hands go under my coat, my hands go into his hair, and our kisses are messy and wild, like we might just eat each other alive. I’m moaning his name and he’s grunting in response, these hoarse sounds that make me so wet I know my underwear is soaked through.
But as much as I am deliriously hungry for him, as much as I’ve tried to ignore how riled up I’ve been ever since yesterday, when he lay on top of me on the bed and I felt how damn hard he was, I want to get him off. I want his gorgeous eyes to roll back in his head, and I want his hands in my hair and I want him grunting out my name as he comes.
I reach down for his fly and quickly unzip it, bringing his cock out.
“Valerie,” he murmurs against my lips, and I smile in response before dropping down to my knees.
I know it’s cold out, though you would never know it with his dick, and I quickly draw him into my mouth where he immediately moans.
“God, yes. Fucking suck me off,” he bites through a groan and puts his hands into my hair, making fists and guiding his cock into my mouth.
I take him eagerly, my tongue licking down his hard ridge, swirling around the thickness of his head, tasting the salt of him. He tastes good, fresh and sharp, like a man, and I go at him harder, deeper, until he’s nearly thrusting into the back of my throat.
“Oh, I don’t have long, darlin’,” he says hoarsely, tugging on my hair harder now, almost to the point of pain.
I pull back just enough to run the tip of him over my lips as if I’m applying lipstick. “I want you to come. I want to swallow you.”
Then I pull him back into my mouth and he swears, his nails digging into my skull as I stroke my fist tighter and faster.
“Valerie.” My name breaks on his lips and he shoots his load inside my mouth, his cock pulsing over my tongue.
I swallow and keep going until he’s too sensitive, then I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and get unsteadily back to my feet, falling into him.
He grabs me, holding me close, staring down at me with hooded eyes. He looks at peace and completely satisfied, and I want to always make him feel like this.
“What did I do to deserve that?” he asks in a low voice, a lazy smile on his lips as he zips up his pants.
“Everything,” I tell him, kissing him on the cheek. “We should probably get going though. It’s getting colder by the minute.”
“Get going? Back there to our bloody separate bedrooms? Oh no, darlin’, you’re getting yours and you’re getting it good,” he says. He grabs my hand and leads me to the back of the pub.
14
Padraig
Holding on to Valerie’s hand, I take her around the building to the back door of the pub and knock loudly on it, hoping Alistair can hear me.
“We’re going to drink more?” she asks.
I’m about to knock again when it opens. “Forget something?” Alistair asks.
“You mentioned those rooms earlier?” I say.
Valerie lets out a small gasp. She had no idea what I had planned.
“Take whatever one you want,” he says, with a very smug smile on his face, nodding to the staircase. “Just don’t make a mess.”
I pat him on the back. “I owe you one.”
“Yes, for the room and the beer,” he calls after me as I lead Valerie up the stairs.
“What are we doing?” she asks while I open the first door on the second floor. The room is small but it’s right above the pub and I’m pretty sure these walls ain’t soundproof. Knowing the bloody lot of perverts downstairs, they’re sure to be listening.
“Exactly what it looks like we’re doing,” I say, leading her down the hall to the end, opening the door to the last room. “This will do.”
“We’re staying for a night?”
I grin at her. “If that’s what you want, then that’s what you’ll get.”
Before she can say anything, I’m pulling her into the dark room and slamming the door behind us.
Even though I came just minutes ago, the hunger for her rises back inside me, stronger than ever, and I attack her like the savage beast that I am.
I throw her back on the bed and she bounces on the mattress,