Chapter Ten
It was easy enough to gain entry into the dorm building. Guys think they can handle any threat, so they tend to take fewer security precautions, like locking the front doors or having security ask unescorted women who they’re here to see.
No one saw her slip up the stairs to the third floor. The hallway was empty when she exited the stairwell. No one was there to see her stop at Randy’s door or ask her what she was doing.
She turned the knob and pushed. The fucking idiot left his door unlocked!
Randy was sprawled out on his bed, yanking on his cock, moaning Kristin’s name, clearly unaware that he had company. A few more tugs and he shot his creamy load in spurts into the air.
Zoe knew she’d come to the right place. She applauded, her mouth in a wide grin.
Randy jumped, pushing his still-shooting dick into the sheets. “Wha-tha-fuck!” His breath was sketchy and his words not fully formed as his body shuddered.
“Oh, relax, Randy. Don’t put it away on my account.” She sauntered over to the bed, sat beside him, and grabbed his flaccid, wet dick.
Randy trembled, as if he couldn’t decide between scooting back away from her and moving forward to encourage her attention.
“You really love her, don’t you?” Zoe whispered as she slowly stroked his sticky rod and pinched the bullet-shaped head.
His eyes had rolled back in his head with pleasure, and he didn’t respond.
She gripped him hard, squeezing him to the point of pain.
His hand flew to hers. “Aowha! Fuck. Not so hard, dammit!”
“Answer me, then. You love her, don’t you?”
“Who?”
She squeezed again. “Don’t act stupid, Randy. The person you were jerking off to, of course.”
“Yes, I love her.”
She loosened her grip, letting the pain fade. As she slowly stroked him, bringing back the pleasure, she heard muffled grunts and moans and cries of pleasure coming from next door. Kristin was getting her fill of Sean’s big cock tonight. The thought of someone else satisfying Kristin sliced her open. She swallowed back angry tears.
“It’s hard to listen to them having sex, isn’t it,” she said to Randy, but it was really more a statement about how she felt. When he didn’t respond, she looked at his face in the dim light. He stared at the wall separating him from Kristin, his eyes shiny and his mouth held in a grim line. Strange how both of them craved Kristin with a hunger so strong that it had the power to take over their actions.
The dick in her hand had gone soft so she resumed her careful, purposeful moves. “What would you do to have her all to yourself?”
“Anything.” His mouth hung open, his eyes half closed, and his hips slowly thrusting to the rhythm of her hand on his stiffening shaft.
“Even get rid of Sean?”
His eye flew open and his hips stilled. “He’d kick my ass.”
She caressed his balls, rolling them in her hand. “If I knew a way to break them up without you getting your ass kicked, would you be man enough to do it?”
He nodded.
“I didn’t hear you.” She was pumping him hard and fast now, felt the cum rising in his flesh, plumping it to almost average size.
“Yes.” The word came out like a long hiss as he spewed his seed.
She milked him until his spasms calmed, then wiped her sticky hand on his sheets. “Put on some underwear and we’ll talk.”
She smiled. No one would be able to connect her to the explosion that was about to blow apart her best friend’s life.
****
Sean Patrick O’Neill had never been a cuddler. But then, he’d never had a woman like Kristin DeMarco curled up beside him in his bed. The woman was hot, naked, and his.
He had a tight five months ahead of him to teach two classes, finish his thesis, and complete the field school he’d come here to help run. All which would clinch him his dream job back home. A steady lover hadn’t been in the plans for his short stay in the United States. But he’d found one. One that made him ache, made him want, made him need, made him care in a way more powerful than he ever had with anyone. Something about being with Kristin, touching her with his hands, his mouth, his dick, made his mind blur at the edges with pleasure and the only thought of being with her again. And if that didn’t turn a man into a cuddler, nothing would.
“That was the best sex of the night, O’Neill.” Kristin sighed into his chest, her breath warming his skin and sending the words directly into his heart.
“That’s what you said the last time. And the time before that. And the time before that.” He trailed his fingers along her arm, up her back and into her hair.
She chuckled softly. “Okay. I admit it. They were all in the ‘best’ category. All six of them. There’s just one problem.”
“I made you scream my name, God’s name, and fuck me now a dozen times. What problem?”
She grabbed his dick and tugged, laughing at his quick intake of breath. “Hey, a gentleman doesn’t tease his woman about her sex talk.”
Her touch electrified the blood rushing through his cock, making it come alive in her hand. They had just made love for the sixth time and fuck if he wasn’t ready for her again. And she had referred to herself as his woman.
“If you wanted a gentleman, darlin’, you’ve grabbed the wrong cock.”
Her lips parted on a sigh. “I’ve got the one I want.”
He leaned in and kissed that mouth. A hundred kisses, a million, each tasted as sweet as the last.
“But, there is a problem,” she continued.
He shifted his weight, tangling his legs with hers, and pulled her back into his arms. “I give up. What’s our problem?”
“It’s about what we did here tonight.”
He breathed in but forgot to exhale. Did she regret the sex? Consider it a one-night thing—part of their payback deal—that was now over? “Tell me.”
Her fingers had found his nipples fascinating and were playing with them like a kitten with a new toy.
“You’ve more than satisfied your debt to me,” she said, “overpaid, actually.”
He smiled. “And that’s a problem how?”
“There’s no incentive for you to stick around.” She leaned over his chest and flicked her tongue across his puckered nipples.
“Ahhh. I see what you’re saying.” Her mouth had left his nipples and inched down to where her tongue could surf the crests and valleys of his ribs. He forced himself to keep breathing, keep talking. “Guess I don’t have to take you out to breakfast or lunch or dinner anymore.”
“No,” she said into his navel.
“Or to the movies again.”
She mumbled a no and shook her head, using the motion to brush her mouth against his bush.
“And forget the massage.”
“Damn,” she groaned, lifting her head. “I forgot about the massage.”
He wanted to beg her not to stop, but he was a man and a man didn’t beg. For anything. “Well, lass, you showed your hand way too soon, that’s for sure.”
He put his hands on her head, gently, as if to guide her back to her intent. But she wasn’t ready to be guided. Or she had forgotten. Or had decided to torture him for awhile.
“If only you hadn’t shown me such a good time tonight,” she said, “I could claim the debt wasn’t paid yet.”
“I’ve always been an overachiever.”
Her eyes left his face and moved down to the overachiever that had risen from its base almost even with her mouth. She smiled and grabbed one of the condoms spread out on the bed.
For God’s sake, darlin’, take me in your mouth, he thought, his pulse buzzing in his balls so hard they were tightening into walnuts.
“Well, there is the matter of the condoms you owe me.” She straddled him, his erection twitching against her stomach. “A full cup, you know. That was the deal.”
He gripped her strong thighs with his hands. “Ah, yes, the condoms.” He could barely speak. All his blood and, therefore, brain power had shifted to his cock. “Well then, I guess there’s still a debt to be paid. Though, in truth, we’ve used more than a half a box already.”
She ripped open the wrapper, removed the condom, and set it atop his stomach. Scooting back, she leaned over him, her mouth hovering over his cock. He was nearly panting now. Ready to beg if she wasn’t sucking him in ten seconds. Okay, five.
Her pink tongue came out of her mouth. She stopped. “Yes, I’d say so.”
Every nerve ending in his body screamed a battle cry. His lungs were about to burst from holding his breath, and he was sure that the pain surging through his body was his balls exploding.
“Yes,” he managed to say, but had no idea whether the response fit the question. The word rushed out on his shallow breath and was barely out of his mouth before her mouth captured the head of his cock. His breath dashed out of his lungs in a low rumble, and his eyes closed. “Yes,” he repeated, as her lips rolled down over his growing hardness.
She took her time, keeping her lips taut to stroke his cock, moving down and taking him in as deep as she could. Her tongue took over, licking up his staff and wrapping around his width. It spiraled up to the tip top and fondled his slit. A bolt of pleasure shot through to his core.
Her teeth nibbled and softly bit all over him, as if she had to taste it all and had no self-control to wait patiently. The brush of her long, chocolate hair against his stomach and thighs only added fuel to his fire, and he buried his hands into the sex-tangled mass. His hips lifted off the bed slightly, pushing his cock deeper into her giving, tight mouth, unable and unwilling to hide his roaring hunger from her.
“God knows how I want you, Kristin.”
His body gasped for release, but he fought to keep from erupting until she had found her pleasure. As if in sync with his needs, Kristin grabbed the condom, slid it onto the hard head of his dick, like a beanie, and rolled it down until it rested at the base of his erection.
She rose up and, in one strong stroke, took his blade deep into her sheath. Inside her as far as was possible, he stamped his mark on her, again and again, as if to say, “She’s mine. For now. For always.”
Her eyes were fiery and glazed as she rode him hard and fast, leaning forward as if she barebacked a wild stallion on the beach of Dingle, her hair tousled, skin glowing with a silky sheen, a reckless smile on her beautiful face. He gripped her hips to steady her and to match the pounding rhythm of their single heartbeat with the rhythm of their single body.
The pace shifted, and she rocked her hips back and forth rather than up and down, letting her clit scrape against his hardness. She was close. He could smell her readiness, a sweetness that flooded his senses and turned up his own heat. Her breathing came in desperate gasps, quick and shallow through her parted lips. Then it seemed as if she wasn’t breathing at all. He now knew that she held her breath when she was about to come. He felt her groin relax, open up, and she exploded on his shaft, her gripping pussy releasing the pause he had placed on his own pleasure. She pulled in gulps of air.
“Oh, Sean…Sean…Sean…”
Sex with this woman made sense. Made everything in his life make sense. Her touch made him hunger with the deepest need. He wanted her more than any other woman he’d ever had. Hearing his name on her lips, knowing he had pleased her, made his body thrust deeper into her willing, loving body. His body shook from the power of it.
“I’ll want you forever, Kristin.” The words were out of his mouth before he realized he’d actually spoken them.
Her eyes went soft. A contented smile lifted the corners of her mouth. “Sounds good to me.”
Her words buzzed inside his body, his eyes tied to hers, he surrendered to the moment, and erupted inside her body, her name on his lips.
The sound of their breathing, their heart beat, the muted sounds of music from his laptop, the hum of the refrigerator, and other evidence of life outside their room slowly filtered back into their reality.
Kristin collapsed atop him, her head resting on his chest, her breath soft against his neck. His arms circled her and he hugged her, not ready to give up what had come to feel like part of his body. He rolled them over, so he was on top, still inside her, and pushed the head of his softening dick against the end of her pussy at just the right spot. Her legs went wider and soon she was crying out her pleasure again.
He looked into her eyes, her gaze soft and full of appreciation. He’d seen that look before in a woman’s eyes. It was love. And knowing it didn’t scare him. Just the opposite. The thought that this woman loved him, wanted him so deeply, enjoyed the pleasure he gave her, wanted to give it back in equal measure, made him feel warm and right. He kissed her mouth, softly, slowly, then put his hand between them, holding on to the condom.
“No, not yet,” she said, her voice lush and low, but she loosened her legs, let him pull out.
After adding the condom to the growing pile in the trash, he crawled back into bed, curled his satiated body around his woman, and fell into a blissful doze.
****
Bliss flooded Kristin’s body, too, but it had an opposite effect on her. She couldn’t sleep. Her mind replayed the moments they had shared tonight, the words of tenderness and desire he had whispered to her, the feelings swirling inside her, and wondered what it all meant.
As he lay softly snoring, she slipped out of bed and stepped into the puddle of moonlight streaming in through the window. It was a full moon—big, fat, round, bright, and perfect for telling her secrets to.
Ever since she was a little girl, she had sneaked out of her room on the nights the moon was full, like tonight, breathed in the special scent of the magic light like her mom had taught her, then told the wise woman in the glow all her secret wishes, dreams, and sorrows.
“A full moon means fulfillment, Krissy,” her mother had whispered into her tiny ear. “She is a time of celebration. Remember to give thanks for all she’s given you throughout the month.”
Arms around her body for warmth, Kristin faced her old confidant now and breathed her in. When all she could smell was Sean, she smiled and thanked her for him.
“I’m in love with him,” she said in a soft whisper, sending chills spiraling up her legs and back and down her front like a frosty caress. The moonlight shimmied as if it understood and was happy. Seconds later, Kristin felt a warm blanket and strong arms wrap around her back and a kiss touch the top of her head.
“You’re freezing, darlin’,” Sean whispered against her neck.
She turned into his embrace. “Not anymore.” She kissed him.
“Did my snoring wake you?”
She shook her head, too awestruck by him to speak. Silver light caressed his face, lit his hair, made his eyes shine with warmth. Her heart hitched as it always did, as if she couldn’t believe he was hers.
He chuckled. “Then why are you standing in front of the window, cold and naked, instead of in my bed, warm and naked?”
Thinking about how happy I am. “I couldn’t sleep. My body’s still buzzing.”
“Is that a good thing?”
“Definitely.”
He grinned. “So, did I get it all?”
She matched his grin. “All of what?”
“You asked me to fuck your brains out.”
She threw her head back and laughed. “And if I said no?”
“Then I’d have to keep trying, of course.”
She tsked and shook her head with mock disappointment. “I’m afraid you missed a few brain cells waaaay in the back.”
“Hmm.” He stroked his chin with a serious look on his face. “Maybe a different position?”
“There are a couple we haven’t tried, yet,” she agreed in the same serious tone as he lowered her to the floor.
****
“But why do I have to tell him about the internet video of Kristin? You’re underestimating how much he hates me. I’m telling you…he’ll kill me.” Randy wiped his sweaty hands on his boxers, showing he wasn’t fully buying into Zoe’s plan.
“No, he won’t…if you say it exactly the way we practiced.”
“Can’t I just email it to him…anonymously?
“Sure. Do you have his email address?”
“Well, no, but I’m sure I could get it.”
“Dammit, Randy! The two of them are getting closer every day. Right this second, they’re in his bed, humping like today’s their last day together.” She paused, giggling at the thought that it actually was their last day together…they just didn’t know it yet. “Do you really want to wait until you get his address? If they fall in love, nothing will break them up.”
Randy hung his head and Zoe saw the truth slam him in the chest. “C’mon,” she prodded, gently, “let me hear you say it.”
He looked up at her, his face showing his fear and grief. “Uh, Sean, a friend of mine—”
“Stand up while you say it, so it’ll feel the same as when you’re doing it for real.”
He stood. “—sent me—”
Zoe shook her head in frustration. “Start over, from the beginning. And I’ll be Sean.”
“All right! Damn, woman, you’re bossy.”
“Shhhh! Do you want them to hear us? Look, I just want to make sure you do it right. If you mess up, we’re both screwed…and you’ll never get Kristin.”
He shifted on his feet, swallowed, released a breath, and started again. “Sean, a friend of mine sent me the link to a video of two chicks fucking.”
“Good for you, mate.”
He grinned at her.
“What?”
“You used his accent.”
Zoe rolled her eyes. “Good for you, mate,” she repeated, slowly, enunciating each word to try to get him back on track.
“Yeah, well, I think you should look at it.”
“Thanks, man, but I’m not into girl-on-girl action.”
“You’ll be interested in this one…it’s someone you know.”
“Oh, yeah? Who?”
“Just take a look.”
“That’s where you hand him the note with the web link on it,” Zoe prompted.
“Oh, yeah.” He reached his hand out to her as if he were handing her the note. “Just take a look.”
“Okay.”
“And sorry, man. Really.”
“Good, good. And then you walk away with your head down, like you’re really bummed about having to tell him that his precious lover is cheating on him. And then, if I were you, I’d leave your room for awhile. He’ll have questions after he sees it.”
His eyes went big. “What kind of questions?”
“Who sent it to you, whether you watched it all, who else has seen it…”
Randy plopped down on the bed and dropped his head in his hands. “Ah, shit. He’s going to kick my ass.”
Zoe sat next to him. “Not if you play it right. Keep in mind that you’re to act like you feel sorry for him because Kristin has cheated on him, because he’s losing her, because she’s hurt him.”
“But isn’t Kristin going to know right off that you’re the one who posted the video? I mean, who else could it be?”
“Don’t you worry about that. I’m going to tell her that someone stole my laptop—oh, I’ll need to stash it here for a few days. Shamefaced, I’ll admit that I recorded us. She’ll be upset, but she’ll forgive me. She always does. Now,” she said, putting her arm around him. “You can do this, right?” When he didn’t respond, she kissed his mouth, running her tongue around inside. “Right?”
“I can do just about anything if it’ll get Kristin away from Sean.”
“Good. At no time does my name come up. If I find out that it did, and you sold me out, I’ll kick your ass myself and then drag you to Sean to finish you off. Kristin will never speak to you again much less climb into your bed.”
Seeing the fear in his eyes, Zoe pushed him backward onto the bed and laid on him, grinding into him. “Don’t worry. You’ll do great.” She kissed him, but he turned his face away.
“You’re going to delete the video afterward, right?”
She rolled her eyes. “What difference does it make?”
“You have to delete it. I don’t want it out there for people to see.”
“Fine. I’ll delete it. As soon as he dumps her. Happy?”
“Not really. I don’t feel good about this.”
“Well, maybe you’ll feel good about this.” She slid down his body, pulled his dick from his boxers, and sucked him deep into her mouth, sealing their deal with the first of four blowjobs she’d agreed to as payment for his help.
****
In the quiet, after their breathing calmed and their flush subsided, Sean wrapped the blanket around their cooling bodies. A long gurgle came from Kristin’s stomach.
He laughed and ran his hands over her stomach. “You hungry?”
“Starving. What do you have in the fridge?” she asked and jumped up from the floor and went over to the small refrigerator set against the wall.
“Not much, darlin’. Sorry.”
She opened the door and peered inside. “Two beers—a clear violation of dorm policy Mr. RA—a dried-up slice of pizza, half a burrito, and something that looks like it might have once been a piece of fruit.”
He admired her form as she stood in the light of the fridge, letting his eyes caress her. “An apple.”
“Disgusting.” She opened the little freezer compartment and pulled out a pint of ice cream. “How old is this ice cream?”
“Couple days.”
She pried the lid off. “Yes! It’s chocolate! Do you have a fork?”
“A fork? Darlin’, you eat ice cream with a spoon.”
“Don’t diss on the way I eat my ice cream or I won’t give you any.”
“In the basket on top of the fridge.”
She rummaged around until she found a fork then returned to him. She dug it into the carton and ate her first bite, rolling her eyes at the creamy, rich taste. “Oh, God. I think I love you.”
He loved how delighted she seemed about everything. He sat up. “Show me.”
She dug up a bite and fed it to him, then dug up another bite for herself. “Am I in the presence of a fellow chocoholic?”
“It’s why I work out every day,” he said.
“Me, too.” She fed him another bite. “Do they have good chocolate in Ireland?”
“There’s this family-owned place in Mum’s hometown that’s been making chocolate for over seventy years. When we were kids, Da would take us there once a month and let us choose one thing.”
“What would you choose?”
“It changed every month.”
His eyes went to the five foot tall map on the wall. She followed his gaze.
“Wow…now that’s a map. Ireland?”
He took the bite of ice cream she offered. “Yep.”
“And it’s to scale, too,” she teased, laughing at the frown he tossed her.
“After that nasty remark, you’ll not be getting any more of my ice cream.” He grabbed the carton and forked a huge bite into his mouth.
She laughed, kissed his chocolate mouth, then crawled over to inspect the map. Moonlight streaming in caressed her smooth skin as she knelt in front of it to read the town names. “Where’s that chocolate shop you were talking about?” she said over her shoulder.
Ice cream carton in one hand, the blanket in the other, he stood and joined her on the floor a foot in front of the map. He pulled her onto his lap and wrapped the blanket around them. She lay her head back on his chest. He leaned forward and pointed out a spot on the map. “Right here.”
“That’s your mom’s home town?”
“Yes.” He dropped a kiss on her shoulder. There was something about having this woman in his arms that made him feel like all was right in his world.
“Was your dad from there, too?”
He was so happy with Kristin in his arms, for the first time in a long time he didn’t feel the sadness when she mentioned his dad. “No. He was from up the road…here.” He finger drew a line straight north about an inch.
“Where did you grow up?”
He pointed back to his mom’s town. “I lived here until I started college, then I moved to Dublin.” He tapped his fingertip against the name of Ireland’s largest city.
“Is that where you met the girl you left behind?”
He pulled his eyes from the map and focused them on her. “Kristin, whatever was, is past. I don’t want the ghost of another woman between us, not in this room, not in each other’s arms, not in our relationship.”
“Sean, your past made you the man you are today. I want to know what happened that put in motion your being here with me, making all my dreams come true.”
The pinch in his heart that he had been so sure was gone appeared as he fought with his memories and decided whether to share them. After a long pause he put the fork in the carton and set it aside. “Her name was Lindsey.”