Cathal Chapter 15
I finally got total privacy with Bronagh.
We’d finished seeing what was on the fifth floor after dealing with the Briar incident, which I’d never seen coming.
Bronagh had been very interested in the security office where they monitored everything.
There weren’t cameras in the private rooms or the bathrooms, but they were in every public area, the storage rooms, offices (except mine), and the employee-only areas.
When patrons joined Wicked, we made it clear where the cameras would be located.
After the security office, I brought her up to see the sixth floor.
I wasn’t crazy about doing that, but she insisted on the whole tour.
Taking her to where I’d fucked other women was skeezy to me.
I knew it wouldn’t be a place she’d ever want to stay, not even if I replaced everything there. I didn’t blame her.
When we were finished, I asked if she was ready to go home.
She said yes. I wasted no time getting my guys together, and after texting to let Jaleel know we were leaving, we left.
On the ride home, I fought not to pull the car over and attack her.
If I did, Troi would kill me after the other time.
But it was damn hard to resist her. I was more turned on than I’d ever been.
We were now back at the house, and I’d sent the guards off for the night.
I was carrying Bronagh to our bedroom. I’d been dreaming of stripping off her clothing since I saw her in them before leaving for the night.
My pants were already uncomfortably snug in the crotch, in anticipation.
I set her on her feet a couple of feet from the bed.
“I’ve been dying to remove all of this. Please tell me you’re up to it,” I pleaded.
“I’ve been waiting to do it and to get you out of these leather pants. I don’t think I can let you be seen in them again. They conform too much to your ass,” her hand grabbed my one ass cheek. “And your package,” the other hand cupped and gently squeezed my cock. I groaned.
“As if these don’t conform to everything delicious on you. There are these,” I cupped both her ass cheeks, kneading them.
“And I can never forget these,” I moved my hands to her tits and repeated the same move.
“Plus, this piece of heaven,” I growled as I brought a hand between her legs. I rubbed a finger back and forth over her clit. Bronagh moaned and licked her lips.
“Well, we’d better get them off because I don’t know about yours, but I’m about to burn through mine,” she said hoarsely.
That was my cue. “Do you want me to take off mine or yours?” I asked.
“Why don’t you show me your best striptease, then I’ll show you mine? Surely, you’ve picked up some moves at Wicked.” Her smirk was edged with mischief. I thought for a couple of moments before I answered.
“Then have a seat and let me get in the right mood,” I told her.
I had never in my life stripped for a woman, though I’d had a few do it for me.
I hadn’t asked them. I wasn’t sure exactly what I would do, but I did know that music made it better.
I opened my phone and found my music folder.
Sometimes I played it while working at my desk.
I found a song that would set the mood. It was filled with sultry notes and the sound of a saxophone.
I turned the volume on high and set it to repeat.
As the first notes came out, I turned my back to her and looked over my shoulder, slowly pulling my shirt free from my pants.
I inched it up, revealing my skin leisurely, as though I had all the time in the world, even though I had a raging hard-on that was demanding I stop and ravish Bronagh. But I fought it.
Then I dropped the shirt after I had it halfway up my back and began unbuttoning it, without showing her anything.
I wasn’t dancing full out. I didn’t do that.
Sure, I could waltz and do other classic dancing, but I’d never been one to get up and just let loose.
However, I tried to shake my body provocatively.
I wanted her to be aroused the way I already was.
When I had my shirt unbuttoned, I let it slide down my arms to the floor.
Next, I turned to face her. Bronagh sat on the edge of the bed. Her gaze was glued to me. Her breathing was slightly labored. I recognized the expression she wore. Mo ghrá amháin felt lustful, just the way I wanted her.
I slid my hands from my pecs down my ribs and flat, muscular abs to the button that helped to hold my leather pants closed.
I undid it, paused, and swiveled my hips.
Then, I inched down the zipper, taking care not to catch my skin in the teeth.
My cock was pressing obscenely against the zipper, trying to break free.
When it did, the relief was immense, but it was only temporary.
I worked the pants, which were tight, down over my hips and ass, wiggling in what I hoped was a provocative way.
I heard a slight moan leave Bronagh because the movements made my erect cock bounce.
I bit back my groan as the movement sent spikes of shocks down my cock to my core.
I had to pause there to take off my shoes.
I’d forgotten all about them. It wasn’t as sexy, but I got them and my socks removed.
Once those were gone, it took nothing to get my pants the rest of the way off and toss them aside.
Deciding not to stop quite yet, though my cock was screaming at me to get to business, I spent a couple of minutes swiveling my hips, shaking my ass, touching my body, except for my cock, and letting my cock bounce and shake.
Finally, I’d had enough. I reached over to turn off my phone. Bronagh stood.
“Don’t. Leave it on. I believe it’s my turn. Why don’t you take my seat and relax? I think I have the idea.”
Her smirk told me I was about to beg. I could feel it.
Moving carefully to the bed, when we passed, her hand came out and skimmed across my lower stomach, a mere inch from where my cock stood against my stomach.
A groan of regret slipped free. Her smile was sultry. I sat, never taking my eyes off her.
Bronagh had removed her heels while I stripped, so those were out of the way.
However, if I thought it helped limit the number of items, I was wrong.
She started by running her hands up her sides, tits, and neck to reach her earring.
She did it for each one. Next came her necklace, followed by the cuff bracelet.
And unlike me, she knew how to move. Every twist, shake, shimmy, and flex was sexy. By the time she had her corset top off, exposing those perfect tits, with the dark pink buds begging to be tweaked and sucked, I was weeping precum like crazy.
Then, she turned her back to me. Bronagh shimmied her ass as she excruciatingly slowly worked those skin-tight pants down over her hips and ass cheeks. When they were below her cheeks, she shook, making them bounce.
“Mac soith, son of a bitch,” I whispered.
I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists, willing myself to stay on the bed. She pushed those pants past her knees and bent to touch the floor as she widened her stance. Her pussy lips peeked out at me. My hand came up to fist the base of my cock.
When she stepped free of her pants, she didn’t turn to face me. Instead, she swiveled her body, bent again, and ran her hands over her ass cheeks, spreading them wide as she went. I saw her asshole and vaginal opening beckoning me. That was when Bronagh broke me.
I growled as I came off the bed and rushed to her.
She gasped as I reached her, grasped her hips, and brought her back flush against me.
My cock nuzzled between her nether lips, soaking me and making us both moan.
I nipped her shoulder, making her cry out as I backed us shakily toward the bed.
When we reached it, I sat, but kept her standing.
“I wanted to play with you, but I can’t wait. Sit on my cock. I need inside you right now,” I told her hoarsely.
“Thank God,” she said as I helped her to lower herself and aligned my cock with her entrance.
I hissed as the scalding heat engulfed the head, then the length of my cock.
It was heaven and hell mixed. It was a pure burning bliss that I wanted to make last forever, yet I knew I’d be blowing my load way sooner than I wanted.
She was too tight, wet, and exquisite to keep from orgasming.
But before I did, I was determined to make her come first or with me.
Once I took the edge off, we’d go for a longer session.
“That’s it. Ride my cock, ride it harder.
I want to feel your tight little cunt squeeze the hell out of me and let me fill up your pussy with my seed.
I wonder if I can knock you up despite your goddamn contraception.
I bet I can. I’m gonna plant a baby in you,” I whispered hoarsely, as my new fantasy, kink, whatever burst out of my mouth.
Bronagh cried out in excitement. I had to hold on to her hips to help with her up-and-down movement speed and intensity.
When she’d reach the tip of my cock, she’d stop, then as she went to slide down the length, I yanked her down, slamming myself deep inside of her.
She moaned and panted as I gave her more commands.
“Take a hand and play with your clit. Rub it. Pinch it. And I want you to use the other hand to do the same to those hard little nubs. Work them like it’s my mouth and teeth. I wanna hear you scream,” I told her gruffly.
My excitement grew as Bronagh did as I demanded, without protest or hesitation. Her cries were constant and loud.
“So fucking good. You wait. I’m gonna put clamps on both those nipples and that little clit.
Then, as they tug and burn, I’ll fuck you from behind with my cock in that pussy until I make you come for me, then I’ll take your ass.
Will you let me have your virgin ass, Bronagh?
” I panted. I was saying anything that came to mind.
Somewhere deep down I vaguely hoped I wasn’t scaring her.
Her scalding wetness increased, and her pussy spasmed, tightening around my throbbing cock.
“Yes, Cathal, if you want it, you can have it. Just help me get ready for you. I want to give you whatever you need,” she moaned.
“I need you. That’s all I need. I want to play any way you’ll allow it so I can make your pleasure double, triple what it has ever been. I want to hear you beg me never to stop, never to leave me,” I snarled.
My balls were drawing tight. Lightning was rushing to my groin. I was close to shooting my load. That was when she swiveled her hips and clenched her inner muscles.
“Go ahead, mil, give me your seed. Plant that baby in me,” she begged.
My breath stalled for a couple of moments as what she said sank in, then three, maybe four thrusts more…
I lost track, then I planted myself at her womb.
I roared and grunted as I shot my load into her clenching cunt.
She wrung every drop of my seed from my balls.
Bronagh yelled my name, shouted her pleasure as she did.
I wrapped my arms around her upper body to hold her in place as we slumped after we were finished. My heart was racing like mad. I felt hers thumping in her chest. I nibbled on her ear, then whispered.
“Give me a few minutes, then we’re going for round two. I want to see what else you’re into.”
“I can’t wait,” she murmured back.