Page 17 of Celtic Dragon
He grabs my hips and continues to move me over his jean-covered erection. Dry humping him is making me crazy and I can’t take any more. Suddenly I realize that I am no longer in control as he holds firm to my hips, orchestrating their movements. My climax is rising as he continues to move me. But then, just before I am about to cum, he stops my movements.NO!I silently beg.I need this.He reaches up to the hem of my shirt and lifts it over my head. He unfastens my bra and begins to fondle my breast. I start to move over him again and he stills my hips.
“Oh no, darling. You are not going to cum like this,” he says. “You will cum when I am balls deeps inside of you and not a minute before.” His words are demanding and erotic and I find myself holding back my orgasm just to please him.
He flips me onto my back. As I lay completely naked underneath him, I want nothing more than to have him inside me. I reach up and lift his shirt over his head. The tattoo on his chiseled chest takes my breath away; every time I see him like this I am rendered speechless.
I start to undo his jeans, pulling at the zipper and greedily reaching in to touch him. He’s velvety soft yet so hard, and the sensation of my touch on his dick is my undoing. He gets up from the bed and removes his jeans and boxers. Without hesitation, he pushes at my entrance. I’m dripping wet, allowing him to slide in easily and fill me completely. Once he is completely sheathed, he hesitates and looks into my eyes. Without words, he asks me how I want it. What I want. My eyes scream at him to take me, to fuck me. I don’t have to say a word to his unspoken question. He knows. He begins to move in and out of me as if his life depends on every thrust. He holds true to his promise and pushes in so deep I can feel his balls against my pussy lips and then he pulls out so far that only the tip is at my entrance. He does this over and over. It is excruciating and pleasurable all at the same time. It’s erotic torture and I can feel my insides begin to constrict around him as my release builds. I can feel him twitch inside me and I know he’s close. A few more thrusts and we both detonate into our orgasms. He continues to thrust into me, pumping me for everything I have to give. And my greedy little pussy sucks his dick for every bit of it.
“God, baby. You’re fucking beautiful!” he says as he leans down to kiss me. “I fucking love you!”
“I love you too, Cade,” I say as I kiss him back. He pulls out of me and rolls over on his back. He reaches his arm up as an invitation to me, and I snuggle up against him as his arm encloses around me.There is no place I would rather be,I think to myself as I contentedly lay in his arms.
We lay like this for several minutes and I can literally feel his tension from earlier returning. I had hoped that I worked it out of him, but obviously it wasn’t permanent. “Cade, what’s wrong?” I ask.
“What makes you think something is wrong, babe? Everything is fine.”
“Caden, the tension radiating off you right now is so thick you can cut it with a knife. Talk to me.”
He is silent for a minute or two and I wait patiently for him to answer. I don’t want to push him, but at the same time, I do. He needs to talk about what’s bothering him. He’s got me worried and I need to know what’s troubling him.
Finally he speaks. “I learned some things today that have me wondering if going to Ireland is the right thing to do.”
“What kind of things?” I ask.
“I really don’t want to worry your pretty little head about that. And don’t push me, ‘cause I’m not telling you,” he says.
“So are you thinking about not going?” I ask eagerly. I had been secretly hoping that he wouldn’t go, but I knew that was just wishful thinking on my part.
“I was, but I realized that I can’t back out now. I promised my brother and I can’t let him down. Everything has been arranged. We leave tomorrow.”
“Oh,” I say. I won’t lie, I’m disappointed. I had really hoped that whatever was perplexing him would be enough to keep him home, but obviously his loyalty to his brothers runs even deeper than I had thought. And as much as I hate it, I admire him for it. He is fiercely loyal; it is one of the many reasons I love him so much.
Chapter 6
Caden
“So what have you found?” I ask Dbag as he sits down in the booth across from me.
“All kinds of shit, Ice. Wait until you see.” He pulls his laptop out of his bag and sets it up on the table.
Turning his laptop toward me, he says, “There’s been a lot of shit happening in Ireland over the last year. Things were quiet for a while, but it seems as if the violence is starting to get worse.”
“What makes you think that?” I honestly thought that the IRA—or real IRA, or whatever—had disbanded years ago. I had a hard time believing that this was still an issue in Ireland.
“The news,” he says.
“Show me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Fuck yeah, I’m sure. I don’t want any fucking surprises, Dbag.”
I start to read the news snippets he shows me:
Security is high in London ahead of the G8 summit in Northern Ireland. Riot police stand guard as protests start. This G8 summit in Northern Ireland presents a security nightmare as IRA rises again.
British Police to Patrol Coastal Waters for G8 Summit in Northern Ireland
"Dissident" Republicans, also known as splinter groups, have grown in size and impact since the peace process saw the end of the Provisional IRA. They are responsible for a wave of bombings, shootings, and threats. Their goal? To use armed resistance to force Britain’s withdrawal from Northern Ireland.
