Forever Dublin (An Ireland Forever Short Story) Page 4

  Bay

  That’s exactly what I was hoping he’d say.

  He had me so twisted up with emotions that I didn't know what I believed anymore.

  After he'd gone, my mom had filled my head with words that now seemed like lies.

  She'd told me that he didn't care, that Marcus and his dad were bastards who had used us up for their fun and had decided to move on once the fun was gone.

  Looking back it all added up now though. My phone had gone missing, she’d bought me a new one with a new number. She said Marcus’ father was violent so we needed extra security…and she told me that Marcus had gotten engaged.

  All of it had been lies.

  She’d just been a bitter woman who’d been torn apart by his father's cheating ways, but instead of moving on she had dragged me into it with her.

  She had eventually moved on and even though she was single now, she had a successful career as a photographer.

  She was old enough and had enough experience that she could. But she'd trapped me in that perpetual state of confusion and mistrust.

  I'd been sleeping around and never wanting to settle down because I was too afraid to ever trust another man again.

  But here was Marcus, back in my life like a lightning strike. He'd broken open my caged feelings and scattered them all over the ground.

  I was left to pick through them until I could figure out just what it all meant.

  But in the castle, he let me know.

  I hadn't told him that the front desk closed at one in the morning. I hadn't told him it was a waste of time to take me there.

  I'd figured I'd sleep on the big velvet sofa in the guest lounge near the gigantic fireplace if it didn’t work out with him. If he didn’t want me.

  But it turned out I didn't have to fall back on that option, Marcus had offered to take me back to his room.

  And when I made my move, he was putty in my hand. All over again.

  We rushed back to the taxi, Marcus gave the driver directions to his hotel, and we kissed the entire drive there.

  I could barely breathe as we kissed though, it felt like my heart was going to stop beating from the first moment our lips touched by the arena all the way to now.

  The drive wasn't long, and after Marcus paid the driver we somehow we managed to cross through the lobby and get into the elevator without tearing each other's clothes off.

  Marcus punched the button for one of the upper levels and the elevator began to move.

  "Kiss me again," I said and pulled him down to my hungry mouth.

  It felt as exciting as when we'd first done this seven years ago, and yet the time in between had given me a new perspective.

  Back then it had been brand new and I'd been so inexperienced that I didn't know how to gauge just how good it felt.

  And now with some notches on my belt and experience behind me, I could fully understand the importance of our chemistry.

  Our kiss wasn't just a kiss, it was a promise. It was the beginning of a story, the first step in a journey that would find us together for the rest of our lives now.

  I was certain of it.

  Nobody else I'd ever kissed felt like this. Nobody else made me feel like I'd come home.

  No other man had ever made me feel like I was enough, like I was good enough.

  But with Marcus I always felt right, like I was finally at ease in my own skin.

  There was something comforting about it. Something familiar.

  And yet it was so exciting, being with him made my pulse thread through my veins faster and my blood heat up until my face was flushed and I thought I might melt right there in his arms.

  We kissed until the bell dinged and the door slid open. An older couple cleared their throats and we broke apart, laughing and red faced.

  "Oh shit, sorry," Marcus said with a grin.

  "It's quite all right," the woman said as they passed us.

  "We were once like that too, weren't we, doll?" the man said.

  "We're going downstairs for drinks," she told us. "We're jet lagged and can't sleep."

  "Have a good night," I replied as the door slid closed.

  "You too...have a great night," she giggled and I laughed loudly.

  "I guess it's obvious what's going on," I said and leaned against Marcus as we walked down the hallway and he fumbled for his keys.

  He opened the door and we tumbled in, our mouths and hands all over each other and our laughter breathy. We kicked off our shoes and loosened our clothes as we began to ramp up for the reunion we'd both been dreaming of for years.

  "This is happening," he said and kissed me again. His mouth trailed down my neck to my collarbone, his lips were hot and persistent and his teeth grazed my flesh as he moved.

  I shivered in anticipation, my earlier tipsiness was replaced by a willing desire and urgent need for his touch.

  "Oh Marcus," I exhaled slowly and my body quivered under his skillful fingers.

  He slipped my dress off my shoulder and I wiggled out. He stood back and I held it up to cover my breasts and looked up at him from under my lashes. "This feels surreal, doesn't it?"

  "It does, and I want to savor it. This moment will never happen again, Bay, and I want to take my time with you."

  He scooped me up in his arms and walked me through his suite to the king size bed. He set me down again in front of him and his gaze raked me up and down, leaving me blushing hot and pink at the weight of his lust.

  "You've gotten even more beautiful," he said and reached for my hands. “I want to see you though, don't be shy for me. You're incredible...own it."

  I wasn't overly vain. Some might think I was, but in my heart I wasn't. I knew I was beautiful and I'd always known it and I worked hard to look as good as possible. But it wasn’t necessarily a source of pride. It was superficial, nothing that gave me more than a surge of quick thrill when I looked in the mirror.

  But when Marcus told me I was beautiful, I felt it. Right into the core of my being, in my bones.

  I felt it like energy jolting coursing along my limbs, in my stomach, like fire in my belly.

  When Marcus spoke those words, it was like magic. A spell that made me beautiful because of his belief.

  He could make his belief a reality with his words.

  "I'm beautiful because of you," I replied. "You make me feel so sexy."

  I dropped the dress and stood exposed in front of him, naked except for a pair of black panties. I fought the urge to cover up my breasts with my arms, but I let them hang at my sides, leaving me open and vulnerable for him.

  "You only feel sexy because you're so fucking stunning," he said and sucked his breath in between his teeth. "God, Bay...I've missed you so much."

  "Me too," I replied and felt uncertain and coltish as he let his hot gaze roll along the landscape of my body.

  He reached for me and pulled me to him, bent to kiss me and I couldn't help myself. I needed to touch him and see him too.

  I lifted his tee shirt and dragged it up over his washboard abs. He helped me and grinned as I practically tore it from his body and widened my eyes when I realized how big he'd gotten.

  Marcus had always been gorgeous. He had a wolf like, almost feral appearance with deep green eyes, thick black hair and a sexy five o'clock shadow that pebbled the smooth, angular plains of his face.

  His body had always been lean and athletic. He'd been in football and track and field in high school and competitive swimming later on.

  But now. My god.

  Now he was huge, his bulging muscles fascinated me and I breathlessly ran my hands along his arms, marveling at the sculpted flesh I found there.

  I wanted to know how he felt under my body as I rode him. I wanted to grip his biceps as he pounded into me from above.

  I wanted to know him in every way possible.

  "You got so...big," I said and shook my head as if I couldn't believe it. "And hotter...how did that happen?"

  "You tell me, hot
girl," he laughed and kissed me again.

  My hand skittered across his abs and caught the waistband of his jeans as we kissed. I opened his button, unzipped them, and reached inside.

  And I was so pleased to find that my memory hadn't deceived me.

  He was still the biggest man I'd ever seen. His cock was enormous, it was thick and long and throbbing under my touch.

  And I wanted it inside of me so badly that my body ached with need. My pussy throbbed as desperately as his shaft and my heart began to beat harder until I felt it almost in my throat.

  He let me slide his pants down with his underwear, he stepped out of them and kicked them behind him.

  I wanted more though, all of him.

  His cock sprang forth and I ogled it like it was the most delicious thing I’d ever seen, and in fact it really was.

  I stood back and slowly slid my panties over my curves, pulled them down my legs and kicked them off.

  His reaction was immediate. He growled, dropped to his knees in front of me and put his hands on my hips.

  He looked up at me, his deep green eyes shining bright, and he rasped, "I need to taste you. I need you, Bay."

  I nodded at him and spread my legs just enough for him to bury his face between my thighs.

  I groaned and he nudged his face in deeper, lifted his hand and began to touch my heated, sopping wet pussy.

  "Oh Marcus," I breathed as his tongue slipped and slid along my cleft, seeking my swollen clit. "Oh god how I missed this...I missed you..."

  He pushed his finger against my entrance and slid it inside of me. He curled it and began to stroke my G spot, pulling his finger towards him, bending it until it grazed my sensitive flesh and began to drive me wild.

  "You remember what I like," I said, and ran my fingers through his hair, guiding him and holding him in place as his tongue and finger worked in time to bring me pleasure that I'd forgotten.

  He stopped what he was doing and looked up for a moment, "I remember what you taste like too...delicious, Bay. You're so fucking delicious."

  And he kept going.

  Until my head felt as if it was no longer connected to my body and the room began to fade, leaving just Marcus and me, his tongue and my clit.

  And our love...our overwhelming love.

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  Marcus

  She was my Bay again. Mine.

  From the moment my tongue slid in between her hot pussy lips and dipped into her cleft, I knew she would always be mine.

  Her juices flowed down my chin and covered my mouth. Her scent filled my nose and her moans of pleasure filled my ears.

  I shoved a finger inside of her and wiggled it against that spot that drove her wild and apparently still did.

  Her pussy fluttered and clenched against me, as tight and hot as I remembered.

  I tried not to think of the men she'd fucked since our first time. When I did, a red hot rage flooded my head and I wanted to hunt each and every one of them down and let them know that she was mine now.

  And again.

  And forever.

  As if to punish her, I moved harder against her clit and slipped another finger inside of her. I fucked her harder and faster and flicked my tongue in time until her fingers tightened on my head and she panted like she was about to pass out.

  "Oh Marcus," she cried out and thrust her hips towards me, grinding herself on my mouth with an almost desperate urgency. "Oh god, I missed this. I missed you."

  I kept going and felt her entire body tense up, like she was about to break if she didn't find release.

  But I pushed through, flicking her clit and fucking her with my fingers until she got there. Her pussy clenched hard around my fingers and she sobbed my name.

  Her knees almost buckled but I held her up and kept going until she was screaming my name over and over again, as if it were a magic spell or a guiding phrase to see her through.

  And then it happened.

  Her body finally collapsed and she cried out. I helped her fall back onto the bed and she came at last. Her juices spilled from her body and her fragrance covered me.

  I was in heaven. She was exquisite.

  As I felt her body relax I pulled my fingers out of her, licked them slowly and kissed her thigh. I kept kissing her, up her body...across her abdomen and to the swell of her breast. She looked at me and smiled, satisfaction making her glow in utter beauty.

  "That was...crazy," she said and ran her fingers through my hair again. "I forgot how incredible your mouth is."

  "And I forgot how incredible your pussy is," I chuckled. I met her eyes and kissed her breast. "I lie," I said. "I never forgot, Bay. I haven't forgotten a single thing about you. You're all I thought about for years now, and I've never forgotten."

  She laughed and pulled at me until I moved up on the bed next to her. She rolled into my arms and balanced on my chest. Her hair draped down across my body like a fragrant waterfall. "I didn't forget either," she said in a quiet voice. "I spent years thinking about you, Marcus. Everybody I was with wasn't good enough. Nothing ever was, nothing they did felt right. Because they weren't you...nobody was you and nobody meant a thing to me."

  She slid her hand down and grasped my cock. I breathed in and she looked me in the eye, began to kiss me and moved her hand up and down my shaft in a tight grip.

  "I haven't forgotten about this," she said in a breathless tone. "I'd never forget about this. I always loved your dick, and I still do."

  "I love you, Bay," I said and she kissed me again and moved lower with her mouth. "I love you so fucking much...you were mine all those years ago, and you're mine again. I'm never letting you go."

  "You'll never get rid of me now," she laughed and looked up from where she'd settled alongside my throbbing, aching cock. She kissed the head and tongued my slit, licking a slick of precum away, and opened her mouth to take me in.

  I moaned deeply as she wrapped her lips around me and tongued the sensitive ridge as she moved lower and took me deeper.

  "Ahhh, fuck, Bay...you're mine but I'm yours," I said with a groan. "This is what I've been looking for...your mouth, your cunt...you.

  She began to suck me off in earnest, bobbing up and down and making little grunts of pleasure that drove me wild.

  Precum and saliva dripped from her lips and she used this to lube the shaft as she gripped me harder and kept pumping.

  I pushed her hair back off her face so I could fully see her and loved the weight of her thick mane in my hands.

  Everything about her was perfection. Everything was beauty.

  "You don't know what you're doing to me," I rasped and felt my balls tighten. I thrust up and she turned her head to lock her gaze on mine. The spark in her gorgeous green eye told me she knew exactly what she was doing, she still remembered exactly how to get me off in the most spectacular way.

  She sped up and I was a man lost to his woman, I was lost to her mouth and her sexy, sucking and her slippery tongue.

  I got that familiar tightening at the base of my cock, a tingling that started to heat up as the pleasure started to build.

  Bay began to suck faster and harder, her hand jerked me in time with her mouth, and the sensations were too much to hold back.

  I grabbed her head to give her warning, my speech was lost to me, drowned under the waves of pleasure that engulfed me. She kept going though, she moaned against my cock and I remembered how eager she'd been to drink me down when we were together years ago.

  I wanted to shoot my load down her throat more than anything, so her desire for it added heightened sensations to it all.

  I groaned and said her name, my voice thick and deep with lust and love as I finally found my release.

  I flooded her mouth, my cock spasmed and my hot seed filled her up.

  Her eyes widened and she looked at me as she drank it all though, she was so fucking sexy.

  I pulsed my orgasm a few moments longer until I was empty, she drained me.

  I relaxe
d, I went limp against the bed and grinned.

  "Ahhh, fuck, Bay. You are stunning. Truly incredible, you know that though don't you?" I said with a lazy grin.

  She didn't respond, she surprised me by keeping my softening cock inside her mouth. She had a half smile on her face as she ran her tongue around the head, swirling it along my sensitive ridge.

  I drew in my breath sharply and exhaled slowly as she languidly sucked and licked my cock until it began to grow hard again.

  I was throbbing and aching for her by the time she slid her tongue back up my shaft, kissed the head and pulled away.

  "Hard again," she said in a soft, playful tone. "It seems like a shame to leave it like that."

  "Then get up here and ride my cock," I said and pulled at her. She moved up the bed and dragged her onto me, holding her hips and reveling in the sight of her gorgeous body straddling me.

  "I want you to come on me," I told her. "Come for me, my beautiful Bay. Milk my cock with your perfect pussy and take what's yours."

  She smiled and leaned forward, her hair spilled around her face, framing us in it. She angled her hips and I felt the sopping wet heat of her entrance brush against the head of my dick.

  I pulled her hips hard and impaled her on me, drove my cock inside and found my way home again.

  Inside of her.

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  Bay

  I could still taste his cum on my tongue and smell the scent of him clinging to my fingers when he pulled me up to ride him

  His cock split me open, spread my pussy and filled it up when he drove it home and fucked me from below.

  "Marcus," I cried out, amazed that I could feel as much as I did. "Oh Marcus...it's never been this good with anyone else. Nobody has ever made me feel like this before."

  His huge hands almost encircled my waist and he held me in place as he pummeled me from underneath. He slammed into me and stretched me with his massive cock until I felt as if he was going to break me open and rebuild me again into his beautiful bride.

  His love.

  "You're so perfect," Marcus growled and thrust hard and steady. "Exactly how I remembered all those years without you."