“There she goes.”
Forrester tossed the barrel on the truck. He jerked off the thick gloves as he turned in the direction his cousin was indicating. He wiped the drops of sweat from his brow. He bit down hard while he watched Olivia twist her hips sensually while she walked into her father’s factory. He shook his head at her antics. She looked for any reason to come by her old man’s office, knowing damned well the men would stop and stare. He was no different either.
Her petite frame, auburn hair, emerald-green eyes, and full, firm breasts made his nuts tighten up every time he saw her. He might’ve wanted to choke the life out of her while he fucked her ‘til his dick knocked her pretty eyes crossed. However, he knew his place. He also knew her game. The more the men gawked and whistled, the more it excited her.
“Silly, cailín (girl) is going to get her pussy split if she keeps that teasing up.” He smirked, turning back to work.
“Oh, and I wonder whose cock would be doing the honors,” teased his cousin, Colin.
Forrester tossed up his hands in surrender. “Not me. I wouldn’t like to be a cuckold, and that girl is all about the tease. I want to at least get it wet if I’m chasing after it.”
Colin had narrowed his gaze before he jumped down from the bed of the truck.
“I thought you did last week. Not even the tip?” he questioned in a low voice.
“Not that it’s none of your business, but no. Nothing. She batted those pretty eyes, but she didn’t make a move. All tease, man—nothing else,” Forrester replied.
“Hmm ... I guess she’s saving the cherry poppin’ for Aiden,” Colin joked.
Forrester groaned over the thought. The entire town knew that the boss man’s daughter was going to marry the well-known attorney. It was always the assholes that seemed to get somewhere in the world. He had the shit-eating grin and ass kissing down, even when they were in school. He was a soft boy that everybody catered to because of his family’s ties to people that knew the right people. The thought of the wimp-dick fucker having such a sweet thing was almost a sin. Then again, that was how the world worked.
Forrester was a better man than Aiden. Not only did he have the smarts and the experience, but also the confidence to take a chance, but no one would ever give it to him because of where he came from. He would never be seen as anything more than what he was doing then; a manual laborer.
He was one of the many men that worked for her father to do whatever his lordship deemed. At least he paid well, and the man was fair unlike many business owners. Hell, he was even fine to be around, just as long as you didn’t over-step. If things had been different, Forrester knew he could have had Olivia, but thanks to his ancestors, he, Colin, and all his clan members had been banished to a life of taking shit.
“Where you off to?”
“I have to drain the pipe,” Forrester grunted out. “Get your head out of the clouds by the time I get back. I want to finish unloading this pallet and get the hell out of here.”
A set of eyes had been intently watching him, on the cracked pavement below, from the office window. Olivia pulled on her bottom lip.
“Look at him,” she whispered to her sister.
“Oh, yes, now that’s a bull I’d love to ride,” replied Saoires (Sear-sha).
“Humph ... I’m surprised you still have skin on your knees with how much you’ve been ridden.” Olivia scoffed.
Saoires chuckled. “Whatever, I’m going to have my fun before I get saddled with that bore of a husband. His dick is so small; I don’t know how I’m going to fake it.”
Olivia frowned. The thought of having to fake it with Aiden was a nightmare. If he fucked the same way he fingered, she was going to be paddling down the same, lonely river as her sister.
“Look at his muscles and those tattoos. They cover his whole back,” she pointed out in awe.
“Yeah, he is good looking—no doubt about that. I bet his hands are strong and rough,” Saoires moaned.
She shifted her weight to enjoy the pressure her mounting excitement was causing in her core. Suddenly, her hands shot out to capture Olivia by the arm.
“Where are you going?”
Olivia pulled free. “I’m going to test those hands.” She winked.
“Hey, hey! Cailín,” her sister called out, trying to keep her from leaving the upstairs office. “That’s a man—not some boy. You start fuckin’ around with that—”
“I’m sixteen. I’ve done some things already and—”
“Yea, with Aiden! You can’t compare that bore with that. You’ll lose your damned mind,” Saoires warned.
“We’ll see.” Olivia grinned determinedly.
“Hurry back. Don’t get caught. And tell me everything.”
Forrester glanced out of the window in the back of the dirt floor warehouse while he released a golden stream.
“Something that big should take two hands.”
He stiffened at the sound of her voice. He turned his head to find her leaning on the wall just a few feet from him. He prided himself for playing off the desire he experienced at her being there. She didn’t hide her interest in his cock that he held in his hand.
Always the queen of tease, the voice in his mind mocked.
“It’s at rest. You should see him when he’s ready to play,” he teased.
“I noticed. He’s waking up now.” She smiled, walking towards him.
He shook the last drops from the head and turned so she could get a full view. “He doesn’t think. He just reacts,” he pointed out.
Olivia stuck out her bottom lip in a sexy pout. “You mean, he gets hard for all pussy? I thought I was an exclusive thing.”
Forrester narrowed his gaze. He slowly zipped back up his dirty, ripped jeans.
What the hell is she up to? he wondered.
He knew she was a tease, but this was far beyond swishing her hips when she walked by to get a few looks and calls. She was dangerously close to getting fucked. He towered over her and felt everywhere her eyes touched his flesh as she openly examined him.
Olivia tilted her head. “Why did you put your dick away? How do you know I didn’t need it?” she questioned breathlessly.
A smile tugged on the corner of his lips. She was trying too hard, but the reaction was still the same. He felt his cock thicken and lengthen with blood.
“Are you saying you’ve had experience with such a weapon?” he taunted.
“I am sixteen. What do you think?” she grumbled.
Yes, he knew that she was considered a woman, but he doubted her experience. Especially with weak-ass Aiden as her possible lover.
“Excuse me for ever doubting you,” he responded. Forrester unzipped his pants, reached in, and freed his hard cock. He didn’t miss noticing the shocked look on her face upon seeing it, now, in its bigger, erect state. “Do as you wish, Olivia.”
“Hmm … You said that before, but then, you stopped me.”
“That was because you had been drinking, but today … well, you look sober to me,” whispered Forrester.
If she was going to tease him, he damned sure was going to get something out of it. His dick was dangling out, jerking in an attempt to make contact, and skin was what it was going to get.
Olivia’s gasp rumbled through the still space when she touched his cock. It jumped in her hand. Without thinking, she tightened her grip which brought a groan from his lips.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know I—”
“Shhh, cailín. Don’t ruin the moment.”
She nodded her head in compliance. “It’s so big,” she croaked a second later, forgetting her promise to be silent. “And hard. I would have a problem taking all of it.”
Forrester bit down on his lip. The things she was saying couldn’t be a farce. From the way she was ogling his pecker, he could tell that she was actually outdone with what she had in hand.
“I’ve been told that by many cailíní, but you’d be surprised by the things that that pussy of yours can do when it gets slippery and wet. Ah, stroke it like this. Mmm, that’s it,” he mumbled, taking her hand to show her how to bring pleasure to his body.
She watched as he closed his eyes to enjoy the movement of her hand around his engorged flesh. Whether it was the way he was breathing, the flinching of his muscular chest and abs, or the way his handsome face appeared to be in pain or longing—she didn’t know what was causing her temperature to rise.
“Show me,” she ordered, dropping her hand.
Confused, Forrester opened his eyes. “What?”
“Show me what my pussy can do.”
He took a step back as if he had been burned. He scanned the area to ensure they were still alone.
“I’m not losing my job over fuckin’ you, cailín.”
“Not that, fool. I’m not letting you break me with that huge cock. I want you to use your fingers.”
Not waiting for him to agree, she leaned over, reached up her skirt, and removed her underwear.
“Aiden hasn’t gotten his fingers wet?” He smirked, taking a step towards her.
“I don’t want to talk about him,” she snapped. She sounded like a spoiled brat demanding another toy.
He opened his mouth to say as much until he was struck dumbfounded. Olivia lifted her floral-patterned skirt to revealed the prettiest bush, covered with fiery-red hair. All logic escaped him at the second. He was all male. He closed the space between them in three long strides. He pushed her against the dry, rotten, wooden wall.
“You want to cum? … Is that it, Olivia?”
She shook her head, confused. “I don’t know what that means.” She panted.
“You’ll know once I’m done, but if I’m doing this for you, you have to do this for me,” he stated, replacing her hand around his cock. “Just like I showed you.”
She bit her lip and started to stroke him as before. She felt her body stiffen under his touch on her thigh.
“Loosen up,” he grunted out as he forced his large hand between her shaking legs.
Her nervousness was killing the mood. He needed to do something about that, he realized. Lowering his head, he covered her mouth with his. In no time, he broke through her lips and began to master her mouth. He deepened the kiss as he split her fat pussy lips with the tip of his finger.
“Oh!” exclaimed Olivia, slowing her hand.
“Remember the deal.” He moaned against her parted lips.
Olivia would have done whatever he wanted at the moment to keep his hand doing what it was doing. She marveled at the wetness that he was drawing from her body with each pass of his finger. Forrester slipped his arm under her leg and pushed it upward before he inserted his finger.
“My God!” She moaned.
He watched her from under his hooded lids when she closed her eyes, bit her full bottom lip, and laid her head back on the cracked wood. He breathed deeply of her scent while he slowly moved his finger in and out to allow her to get accustomed to it.
“We don’t have a lot of time, cailín, so…” he trailed off while he added another finger into her body.
“Shit,” she half-yelled as she tried to push his hand away.
“Pain before pleasure. See how you’re getting wetter? You like it. Your pussy likes it,” he groaned.
She didn’t have to agree with his revelation. The way her eyes had grown in size and her panting was all the proof he needed. She thrust her hips in time with his fingers as she began to ride him wildly. He practically lifted her off the ground when he crooked his fingers to reach that spot within that would turn her slippery pussy into a waterfall to collect in the palm of his hand. He began to thrust his hips when she became too caught up in what was building in her body to stroke him.
“Oh! Oh! I can’t feel my legs! Oh! Oh, fuck; it feels so good! I … I …” She began to scream.
Forrester quickly covered her mouth with his kiss. Adding his tongue to caress her was enough to push her over the edge. His body pressed her into the wall to control her violent release. Her grip around him became a vice that brought his thrusts to the desired end.
“Jesus,” he moaned, breaking free of the kiss to enjoy his own orgasm.
She stared in shock while his dick spat out the hot, creamy fluid that soaked the material of her skirt. Her horror only got worse at the sight of what he did next. Forrester removed his glistening fingers and smelled them before he began to lick them clean. He chuckled at the crazy expression on her flushed face. He backed away from the warm body, placing her back on the dirt ground.
“Make sure you keep that stain away from your pussy.” He gestured with his head, placing his still erect cock in his pants.
Olivia nodded. A deep frown creased her forehead.
“What?” he asked.
“You’re still hard.”
Her innocence was mind-blowing. “Unlike Aiden, I can keep going, cailín.”
“Bullshit! Really?”
“Go.” He laughed, pushing her to the front of the warehouse.
Olivia stumbled in her footing because she didn’t want to leave this man. She was sure that there was no other like him. Forrester was a man that no other could compete with. She was God-stricken.
He had waited a few minutes before he walked back out into the blazing sun.
“That was some piss.”
Colin’s voice coming behind him gave Forrester a start. He swung around to find him leaning on the side of the door. A wicked grin had turned him into the devil himself.
“You watched?”
“Hey, I was playing guard. I couldn’t help if I saw a thing or two,” he answered sheepishly. “So?”
Forrester shrugged his massive shoulders. “She was testing the waters—nothing more,” he promised.
“Hmm,” replied Colin.
“I was coming to look for you,” Saoires rushed out.
Olivia shoved her out of the way to reach the window. She pulled up the blinds to gaze down at Forrester below.
“That good, huh?” Her sister smirked.
“All he did was use those two fingers, and I … I lost my fuckin’ hearing; it was so good,” she lamented.
“Shit, I need to try—”
“I’ll fuckin’ kick your ass.” Olivia sneered, giving her older sister a cold stare before she went back to watching Forrester working below.
“Hey, you need to—”
Olivia shook Saoires’s hands off her shoulders.
“Don’t tell me what to do.” She pouted. “I’m going to have them both.”
Saoires examined her baby sister as if she was crazy. Forrester had caused her to lose her mind.
“What the fuck? Are you insane? You can’t have them both,” spat Saoires.
“Watch me,” promised Olivia, tossing back her hair. “Aiden: for his money, and …” She sighed. “Forrester as my lover.” A shiver ran down her spine as she imagined what else he could show her about her body.
“He ain’t like the men you’re used to batting your eyes at, and they fall in line. That’s a real man. You can’t lead him around by his balls. He’ll just dump your ass and find a new pussy to stick it in. You’re spoiled, Olivia. But he’s the one that’s going to teach you that the sun don’t rise on your command,” warned Saoires.
“If you say so,” Olivia grumbled with a deep eye roll. “I want him, so he’s mine.
Two weeks later, Forrester glided into the local pub. Cuts and bruises on his face only made the people that had crowded in the small place cheer him on even more. He and his cousin had demolished the competition at the fight club. They had become the local heroes with their heads of concrete and fists of granite.
“Drinks are on the house for you and Colin all night,” the owner shouted.
The two men gladly took the pints of ale and downed them.
“Wow, don’t make me regret it, boys,” he joked as he refilled their mugs. He pulled down on the tap and dropped his voice so that only they could hear him.
“You’re girlfriend’s waiting for you.”
Forrester frowned. “Don’t act delph, man.”
“I’m sure the cailíní are happy to hear that, but I don’t think she knows that.”
Both men followed the owner’s sly eyes. Forrester sighed and dropped his head in defeat, while Colin smiled.
“See what happens when you give the ladies a taste. They can’t get enough.” Colin chuckled.
“Don’t you start spreading that rumor,” snapped Forrester, cutting his eyes at his cousin. “I didn’t lay with the cailín,” he promised the bar owner.
“From the way she’s been stalking you—I think she wants you to,” the owner replied.
“That’s what happens when you’re a fuckin’ princess. She thinks she can get whatever she wants,” grumbled Forrester into his pint.
“Why the hell not take a dip before that fuckboy, Aiden?” The owner winked before he moved on down the bar.
Forrester ran his hands through his black hair in frustration. He had been beating the damned girl off his cock for the last two weeks. At first, he had been flattered that one moment with him had been so memorable that she had lost all sense of logic to the point that she was chasing him.
However, that initial feeling turned into annoyance rather quickly, when she had started showing up everywhere. He had spent too many nights alone—thanks to Olivia—causing the girls to get jealous or causing arguments when he was accused of fucking around with her. She would eagerly fill the vacant and still warm seat to talk to him.
That part, he liked. She was smart with a mouth like a farm hand. He found that fact quite amusing and refreshing due to the fact that he could be himself around her. She didn’t care about his family’s mistakes or status. However, she always seemed to mess things up when she switched the topic to what she really wanted: his dick.
“Tell you what; I’ll be the good guy and handle her sister,” offered Colin.
Forrester’s eyebrow shot up as Colin straightened up and put his muscular chest on display. He shook his head and followed him through the crush of people towards the table with the waiting ladies.
He made a big show of bestowing his favors upon the women and girls he had passed along the way. His hand touched and fondled those that willingly allowed him to do so in hopes of being his choice for the night. He wanted to make it very clear to Olivia that he wasn’t hers for her demands. He began seriously considering having a chat with her father.
Olivia didn’t even notice what his hands were doing. All she saw was the man that had haunted her dreams. Forrester had quickly become an obsession that she didn’t want to shake. He was all she wanted until she had him. Then, she would be able to return to her normal life. It angered her that she had to work so damned hard to get him to give into her wishes, but give in he shall. She was sure of it.
She licked her lips and shifted in her chair. She felt the butterflies in her stomach launch in flight with every graceful step he took. The looks of lust that the other girls and women in the pub made her giddy to know that he was going to be hers. The cut over his left eye and slight bruising on his jaw only made him look even sexier with a splash of danger that caused a longing in her that she knew then was lust.
His dark hair had fallen from the bun that he had on the top of his head into his blue eyes. His beard was a bit overgrown, but he pulled it off. He did the unkempt look well. She knew, unlike some men, he was very clean. In the middle of the night, she would close her eyes and recall his scent of sandalwood mixed with a scent that was his alone.
She squeezed her legs tight as she experienced the same delicious jolt he had created in her pussy when his fingers were deep inside her. She knew that he was the only one that could stroke the flames. She had given Aiden a chance the day after Forrester to see if he was as talented. Needless to say, he had fallen flat. All he had managed to do was make her pussy hurt due to it not getting moist and piss her off in the process.
No—only the man that was walking slowly towards her in his animalistic way was the one to make her body jerk and rain down its nectar.
“Your face,” she responded with a wave of her hand.
“You should see the other blokes’ faces.” Colin smiled, taking a seat next to Forrester and across from the sisters.
Forrester glared off into the distances while they laughed and talked. He refused to meet Olivia’s eyes.
“Are you going to ignore me?” she asked at last.
Everyone at the table glanced at Forrester.
“He seems to be having issues with being chased,” explained Colin.
Olivia shrugged her shoulders. “Should I play the unsuspecting female so you can feel better when I give it up?” She smirked.
“Maybe, yes!” Forrester sneered, commenting at last.
Silence fell over the table until they all burst out in laughter. She felt her heart skip a beat at the handsomeness of Forrester. The plain, dark-blue sweater seemed to sigh and stretch to cover his massive chest. His dark coloring made his eyes dazzle to remind her of the blues of the deepest ocean that stood out in his tanned face.
“I can be that girl if you want,” she suggested.
He looked up from his ale. He tilted his head in thought. “No, I couldn’t imagine you downplaying that wicked mind of yours. If a man can’t handle you as you are, then you need to stop fuckin’ with him,” he whispered.
Watch yourself, the voice in his mind warned him.
He hadn’t noticed until then the way he was gazing at her longingly across the table until then. He shook himself out of the trance he had allowed himself to fall into. Olivia was beautiful, smart, and strong-willed. He had to be stronger to ensure he didn’t start entertaining the thoughts that he knew could never be.
“I feel like I’m in the Twilight Zone. Why don’t I just take what you’re offering me?” grumbled Forrester.
Colin and Saoires exchanged a glance. They could almost feel the heat and see the sparks that were kicking up between Olivia and Forrester. Both had teased their family members about giving in to their desires, but after what they’d just witnessed, Colin and Saoires were starting to have second thoughts. Colin opened his mouth but was dumbstruck by what Olivia said next.
Olivia leaned over the table. “That time … in the warehouse. You took your fingers and licked them clean after you … you know. How did I taste?” she finished in a rush.
Forrester’s hand paused in mid-air. The rim of his mug rested on his full, bottom lip. He sat the cup on the table and leaned back in his chair. He narrowed his gaze. Olivia stole a quick glance at his cousin to find his mouth hanging open in shock.
“You tasted amazing,” he responded in a deep, strained voice.
He followed her tongue when she licked her lips. He felt his resolve weakening.
“Do all women taste the same?”
“No,” he stated flatly.
“Oh. Well, how did I taste?”
Her innocence and bravery to ask were a powerful aphrodisiac. He ran his hands through his hair, pushing it back out of his face. A smirk tugged on the corner of his mouth.
“You tasted … sweet and fresh at the same time. Your smell was a bit odd, but not in a bad way—just not one I'm accustomed to.
She gave him a blinding smile that was a punch to the gut. “If you got another smell, taste,” she stated slowly, staring at his mouth. “I’m sure you could identify it.”
No longer caring, he leaned across the table. He enclosed her hand in his. “Are you asking me to eat your pussy, Olivia?” he questioned in a husky voice.
She closed her eyes tightly. The shiver that ran through her body was visible. She swallowed hard in hopes that when she spoke her voice wouldn’t crack, but it croaked when she breathlessly spoke, “Yes.”
Forrester drained his mug, took her by the hand, and left the table with her walking at his side. Colin’s mouth was still agape when he turned to look at Saoires. Her face mirrored his, but for a different reason. She wished she had been the one to have met Forrester. She wished it would have been her that would feel his mouth on her—
“Is she always like that?” questioned Colin, breaking into her thoughts.
Not able to speak, she grabbed his drink and took a gulp.
“Um-hmm.” She nodded.
“Lord! I got the blue balls now.” He groaned, adjusting his hard-on.
“I have a pressure build up, too.” She chuckled.
She looked out among the crowded room. He looked her over while she checked out her options. She wasn’t thin like her sister. Even still, her shape was very tempting. Her c-cup breasts were firm, and she had an ass, which he liked in a woman. He enjoyed having something to mold and grab when he was fucking. Her thick, dark, auburn hair fell to her shoulders. He cleared his throat.
“So, who are you leaning towards?”
She laughed, sneaking a peek at him. “I don’t know. I have certain requirements,” she admitted.
Curious, he pressed, “Now, I have to hear this.”
Saoires shrugged as she gave him a sheepish look. “I’m not the smallest girl, and many of the men don’t—”
“Bullshit! You aren’t fat, cailín!” He scoffed. At her doubtful look, he growled. “You let some asshole tell you that lie ‘cause he had a fuckin’ pecker,” spat Colin.
“A what?” she laughed, giving him her full attention.
“Aye, a pecker … A man that can’t go deep, so he just pecks … Like a chicken. What size are you? … Eight? Maybe twelve?”
“Twelve,” she whispered as if that revelation would carry throughout the loud room.
“A solid twelve, I might add. Your thick thighs and stomach are firm. You got ass in the back, but you ain't nothing like that cailín over there,” he gestured with his head to the woman at a far table. “That’s work. No, you’re perfect. You need to stop letting blokes that can’t ride or have small cocks get up in it,” he explained.
She flashed him a smile. “Ok, so who in here fits the bill?”
Colin tossed back his head in laughter. “I ain’t the dick patrol. How the hell should I know?”