11. Chapter Eleven

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Chapter Eleven

Kieran

Y es, sir.” Fuck, I wasn’t lying when I said that that’s never been a big thing for me until now. When Brittany says it though? My whole body lights up, and I have to actively try to not come like a chump. Tightening my grip around her throat, just slightly, I pick up my pace. I’m also not lying when I tell her, “Dammit you have the most perfect pussy.” Her inner walls flutter causing me to groan then smirk.

“You like that Mo Stóirín? You like hearing how perfect this beautiful cunt is?”

“Kieran!” She half moans half screams, and because I love nothing more than to torture her, I up my pace and trail my fingers down her body. My fingers trail lightly over her already hard nipples before slowly working their way down until I’m teasing around exactly where she wants me but not touching it, not yet. Her hips buck as she lets out a huff of frustration. I slow my pace just as she clamps down on my dick. Laughing at her obvious annoyance.

“Not yet, Brave Girl. You left me worried for half the day.” I continue to bring her to the edge just to switch pace or remove my fingers from her clit. Once she’s a sweaty, moaning mess full of desperation I decide to take mercy on her. My fingers rub tight circles over her as I set the pace she’s been craving all along.

“Come for me. Show me how stunning you are when you shatter under me.” I tighten my grip on her throat just slightly, and that’s all it takes before her climax washes over her taking her under. I follow right behind her catching myself on my forearms as my orgasm racks my body.

Once I catch my breath and come back to earth I check Britt over noticing she’s teetering on unconscious. Shit. My hands rub her arms as I gently kiss all over her face, neck, and jaw while whispering for her to come back to me. Logically, I know her orgasm was just that intense and she needs a minute but I don’t like this. Her eyes flutter open and lock on mine.

“Welcome back, Brave Girl.”

“Holy shit, Kieran that was— I don’t even know.”

“Good ‘I don’t even know’ or bad?” I say through my smile. I know the answer, my ego just needs to hear it.

“Good, so fucking good.” She wraps her arms around me and shuts her eyes.

“Nap. I’m going to reheat our food, let Clara know you’re alive, then I’ll wake you up.”

She doesn’t protest, she just yawns and nods. I get up to take care of the condom but I can’t help myself. She’s fucking stunning .

“Hey, Britt?”

“Hmm?”

“Stay naked, I’m waking you up with my head between your thighs. One hundred percent.” I don’t wait for a response, she’ll find out in about twenty or so minutes I’m dead serious.

* * *

One thing I’ll never be called is a liar, so sticking true to my word, I have reheated our food, texted my sister-in-law, and woke Britt up with an orgasm. Really none of that was a chore. Despite my complaining I really do like taking care of her and eating her pussy. Mainly taking care of her, I think. It’s a tough decision if I’m going to be honest.

We’ve eaten lunch, and now we’re snuggling together on the couch watching some chick movie. I’m just in my sweat pants because she has on my hoodie, which dwarfs her small frame. She’s lying half on top of me as I massage her scalp gently. I love her lying on me like this. At the same time she’s going to need to stop snuggling into me like that unless she’s ready to go another round. Deciding to pull my thoughts from her delicious body, my mind wanders to how much I actually do enjoy just being around her. When I’m not with her my head is consumed by her. She’s such a conundrum and the thing about me, I love solving things.

“Hey, Brave Girl?” My hand keeps playing with the strands of her hair.

“Yes, Mystery Man?” She doesn’t look away from the T.V.

“Do you want to go on a date with me?”

That gets her full attention. She adjusts her body so she’s still laying on my chest, but leaning up on her elbows to look me in the eyes.

“Seriously? Like you aren’t joking?”

That makes my brow furrow.

“Why would I be joking?”

“I’m just making sure, why would you want to go on a date with me?”

Oh, Britt. She has no idea how perfect she is.

“The truth?”

“Always.”

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the night I escorted you and Clara to the club. I’m constantly wondering where you are, what you’re doing, and if I’m on your mind too. I’m not saying we’re going to be in love and married next week. But I would like to take you out and get to know you a little better.”

Looking into her eyes, I’m unable to decipher the emotions in them or what they mean. However I definitely think I see intrigue in there.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah, okay we can go out on a date.” I can feel the huge grin split my face.

“This Saturday?”

“Saturday.” She doesn’t even have the whole word out before I’m peppering kisses all over every inch of skin I can reach. The sound of her laughter quickly becoming my favorite sound in the world.

* * *

Tuesday

Kieran: How’s your day been, Brave Girl?

Kieran: I changed my mind, let’s hang out tonight.

Brittany: My day was busy. You’re ridiculous. I saw you last night.

Kieran: Okay, BUT we fell asleep during the movie. I didn’t even get to wake you up sliding into your gorgeous pussy. I had it all planned out, but sleep and work ruined it.

Brittany: Okay so add dramatic to that running list of character traits.

Kieran: I’m one of the middles. It’s ingrained in me. Don’t change the subject though. Tonight?

Brittany: I can’t. I’m busy.

Kieran: Busy with what? Come onnn I need attention or I’ll wither away.

Brittany: Goodbye, Kieran. You’ll have all of my attention… on Saturday evening.

Wednesday

Kieran: Good morning, Mo Stóirín.

Brittany: Are you finally going to tell me what that means? Should I just google it now that I know how to spell it?

Kieran: *laughing emojis* You haven’t looked it up yet?

Brittany: You have 3 minutes to tell me or I’m googling.

Kieran: Fine, it’s an Irish phrase that roughly translates to “little darling.”

Brittany: Oh.

Kieran: Don’t make it weird. I like it, it suits you, Mo Stóirín.

Kieran: You’re leaving me on read now?

Kieran: Britt…

Thursday

Brittany: Hey, sorry about yesterday. I got caught up at work.

Three hours later

Kieran: Hey, sorry I’m caught up too. Text you later?

Brittany: Yeah. That’s fine.

Kieran: Have a good day, Brave Girl.

Brittany: You too, Mystery Man.

Friday

Brittany: Tomorrow, Mystery Man.

Kieran: Excuse me?? You’re texting me first? Miss me, Mo Stóirín?

Brittany: I miss something…

Kieran: Don’t you dare, I’ll leave work right now and be at your job in twenty. Speaking of, where did you say that was, again?

Brittany: I didn’t, nice try though. I wish, but I have a ton to do today. I do wish we didn’t have to wait until tomorrow though.

Kieran: Brave Girl, we’re adults.. We make the rules here. You just have to say the word and I’ll be on my way tonight.

Kieran: Gotta go, Brave Girl. Call or text me later.

Brittany: Bye, Mystery man, I’ll see you later.