one. -then 🌶🌶🌶 (part one)
PART ONE.
Then...
The music bumping through the club did wicked things to Jasmine as she grinded her ass against some random man who'd pulled her onto the dance floor a few songs ago. She'd had a couple of drinks before she'd started dancing, the liquor helping her loosen up for the first time in ages as the song picked up its tempo, the music pulsing from her feet, up her legs and to her core. She ran her hands through her hair, giving a carefree laugh into the crowded dance floor.
Maybe she should have come to Ireland sooner, or anywhere really that was away from her dad and mom. It was nice to unwind, to relax and to not be Jasmine Hankins, Ice Princess of the syndicate in Boston. To not deal with the implications her father's name carried with anything and everything she did. No one was in Ireland judging her, telling her how to behave, who to impress. Demanding she be better, be perfect, be more.
Jasmine was free, if only for the next few weeks, and it was exhilarating.
The man behind her grabbed at her short skirt, sliding the pleated material higher up her thighs as he tried to grab a feel. Jasmine twirled around, shoving him away from her with a playful laugh before she left him, disappearing into the crowd and making her way back to the bar for another drink.
One thing Jasmine absolutely loved about Ireland? The drinking age was eighteen which was the perfect way to celebrate her recent high school graduation. She was finally done with the farce of education, knowing it wouldn't benefit her at all in the long run as she was destined to be some old asshole's trophy wife.
Another thing she loved? The men. There were so many sexy, delicious looking specimen everywhere she went and it was refreshing to be desired by them, not because she was vain but because she relished the idea of someone wanting her for her, not for what her parent's wealth and status could do for them. It also helped that Lucy, the better daughter, the better sister, wasn't with Jasmine, otherwise she wouldn't hold a candle to her sister's beauty and charm.
Jasmine leaned over the bar, catching the bartender's attention as her cleavage nearly popped from her top, the red lace of her bra peeking through the swell of her shirt. She smiled at him as he stared. Maybe she was a bit vain, she thought as she ordered another Rum and Coke, sighing happily when he returned with her drink. She was taking a deep sip as hands touched her thighs, tugging on her skirt from behind and startling her.
She sputtered, turning sharply to see the man she'd abandoned on the dance floor invading her space. His face was flushed and dripping with sweat as he leaned into her, his breath less than desirable as he spoke.
"Can't tease a man like that and just disappear."
How had she thought him handsome before? The way he invaded her space, looking at her like she was an object made her shudder in revulsion.
Jasmine laughed at him, not giving away her unease. "Of course I can. If you'll excuse me," she said, taking her drink and leaving his side only for her arm to be grabbed painfully in the man's hard grip as he dragged her back to his body, uncaring of the witnesses around him. The hard dig of his fingers into her tender flesh let her know she'd be sporting a bruise of his handprint tomorrow.
"You'll not leave here without at least sucking me off," he snarled down at her, giving her a glimpse of one rotten, crooked tooth in his mouth.
Jasmine, unsure of what exactly to do in this situation, sent him a chilling look, the bitch in her coming to the forefront. "Listen, loser, it was a few dances. If you threaten me again I'll have my boyfriend kick your ass." She hoped that would suffice, smiling coldly before yanking her hand free, careful not to slosh her drink.
He stood there, taking her measure for a moment and Jasmine figured she'd won, turning back toward the bar to rid herself of him.
"I don't believe you, you little slut. Your man wouldn't let you tease my dick half the night." He snagged a hand around her waist, roughly grabbing at the band of her skirt before she could claw his hands free. She regretted bribing her bodyguard's with a night off and a thousand dollars each, knowing she might definitely need protecting from the idiot touching her inappropriately. No one would dare touch her like this back home, not if they didn't want to lose a hand. Or their life.
"Let go of me, asshole!"
"You want me gone? Show me your boyfriend, bitch. I'll tell him how much of a whore his girl is." Jasmine blanched at that before steely determination ran through her and she slapped his hands away from her skin. She wasn't about to be intimidated by this dickhead. In fact, she was going to teach him a lesson.
Jasmine smiled sweetly, turning toward the bar and looking at all the men present, hoping to God there was someone who fit the mold she was looking for. She'd almost lost hope before she saw him; the brooding man nursing a drink in the corner. Her breath caught as she took him in and a real, feral smile lit her face as she realized just how nicely he would work for what she needed.
He was positively sinister looking, a scowl on his pale face, mostly obscured by a strawberry blond beard that was well groomed, his pouty lips in a thin line as he glared down at the drink in front of him. She loved how his hair was styled, short on the sides and long on top, parted on the side. His hands were large and tatted, dwarfing the bottle in his hands and his shoulders hugged his black t-shirt nicely. He looked like a boxer, or maybe a biker, with the way a scar traveled down his cheek and the tattoo on the side of his neck made him look even more intimidating, if that was even possible. The look of him nearly made Jasmine bite her lip. He seemed like he wouldn't mind beating the shit out of someone.
Jasmine charged right at him, bumping people out of her way, an easier task than she'd assumed it would be as people seemed to be giving him a wide berth as if his reputation preceded him. Maybe it did here in Ireland, but Jasmine had no clue who he was, nor did she care. He was going to help her, she was almost sure of it.
She heard the dickhead stalking behind her, mumbling some choice words under his breath as she sped up to her biker, standing on the bar of his stool to give her a few inches to work with before she slid onto his lap, legs straddling his waist. He started at the contact, pinning her with a hostile glare before she acted on instinct, wrapping a hand around his neck and planting her lips firmly on his, her nails digging into the hair on the back of his neck.
His large hands grabbed at her waist as if to dislodge her until Jasmine licked at the seam of his lips, moaning at the taste of whiskey before she forced her tongue inside his mouth, giving him a leisurely lick. His hands tightened along her waist possessively, pulling her smaller body against his rock hard one, her core sliding along the rough material of his jeans.
She let out a small gasp at the sensation and the biker switched their roles, invading her mouth with a dark, drugging kiss that had Jasmine hanging on for dear life as he coaxed her into grinding against the stiff length she felt in his jeans. Not one to turn down a blatant challenge, Jasmine moaned into his mouth, her hips undulating on him.
The man hissed out a breath, breaking their kiss as his hand wrapped around her thick, black hair, tugging her head back so he could kiss at her throat, his beard tickling her skin before he bit down aggressively, Jasmine let out a strangled cry at the pain, her eyes popping open. The bar came rushing back all at once, the noise from the music, the dim lighting and the smell of smoke filling her senses.
She'd completely forgotten why she'd stormed over there until her eyes locked on the gross man standing slightly to the side, a distraught look on his face as her biker licked a trail down her neck to the swell of her breasts. Jasmine bit back a moan as his lips caressed her skin, his hands holding her still while he enjoyed her body.
"Did you have something to say to him?" Jasmine asked with an arch of her brow. She didn't know how she managed to keep her expression so icy when the sexiest man she'd ever seen was currently mauling her breasts but she did it. Ever the ice princess.
Her biker looked up from her breasts, head turning toward the man who now looked as if he'd swallowed something foul.
"He giving you problems, siren?" The deep Irish tenor was a shock to Jasmine's senses, her body practically melting in his lap as his voice licked along her skin, almost as potent as his tongue.
"I meant no disrespect, Seamus. The lass, she-"
"Don't you mean 'bitch'? Or was it 'slut'? Definitely wasn't lass." Jasmine interrupted with a smile that was all teeth, her hands running lightly through Seamus's red hair as his tightened around her waist possessively. She didn't think she would enjoy his touch as much as she was, but damned if Jasmine wasn't wishing they were alone so she could let him go back to sucking on her skin.
"I didn't know she was yours, Seamus. I thought she was lying." Jasmine turned toward Seamus, their eyes locking, his bright blue connecting with her green. Now was the time to see what kind of man Seamus truly was.
"You want me to beat his ass for you, siren?" She smiled wickedly at that, planting a hungry kiss to his lips, her hands holding him still for her. When they came up for air a few moments later, the gross man was nowhere to be seen. She sighed happily at that, slowly untangling herself from the giant at the bar.
Her legs were shaking slightly, panties clinging to her drenched center as Jasmine looked Seamus over, truly appreciating his looks.
"Bit juvenile, wasn't it? Pretending like that?" He looked down at her crossly, as if irritated his game was over.
"Maybe," Jasmine said, body on fire as she leaned into him, whispering in his ear. "Would you like me to thank you properly for your services rendered?"
Seamus couldn't believe he'd ended his nearly three years long voluntary celibacy for a fuck in a back room of one of the club's he owned, but he would be damned if he missed out on the hot piece of ass that had wandered into his lap.
Seamus ripped the last of her clothes free, taking a moment to appreciate her figure before he dived into his meal like a man starved. The woman had long, shiny black hair that nearly reached her trim waist, gorgeous green eyes, moon kissed skin that was soft under his lips. And her tits? Absolutely to die for, his eyes honing in on her dusky nipples as they pebbled under his watchful gaze.
Seamus licked his lips, running a hand down his beard as she leaned back on the desk he'd set her on, spreading her legs so he could get a good look at her pretty waxed pussy, her juices dripping onto the dark cherry wood as she spread herself wide, allowing him to see just how swollen with need she was. He groaned in his throat, unsure of what to do now that he had her here and at his mercy.
With a frustrated growl, she sat up. "Are you going to stand there all night or do you plan to fuck me?"
He was on her then, hand wrapping around her throat as he slammed her back onto the desk, his nose trailing along the smooth column of her neck as he breathed her in.
"You'll watch your tone with me, siren. I'm sure you weren't aware of what you were getting into back there when you straddled my cock like a wanton, but you'll learn to show me respect."
She rocked her hips into him, her feet rubbing along his jean clad thigh as he squeezed her throat tighter.
"How about you do something other than stare at me," she spit out, grinding against him like a cat in heat.
Seamus smirked down at her. He was going to enjoy this.
Jasmine wailed as Seamus sucked on her clit, his fingers scissoring inside her tight sheath. He'd been lapping at her for nearly an hour, forcing her to the edge of release only to drag her back and repeat the process. Her legs were trembling, her pussy clenching around his fingers as she whined into her hand, a small scream leaving her throat when he bit down lightly on her bundle of nerves.
He backed off as soon as her walls trembled around his digits, leaving her writhing on the desk as she bit out a foul curse for someone raised to be a syndicate princess.
She moved to get up and dress, to end her agony but Seamus pushed her back down on the desk, the look he gave her freezing her in place until his fingers and mouth returned to her pussy, taunting her again.
He'd been playing with her for so long she was sexually frustrated enough to cave in to his demands, to give him exactly what he'd been waiting for, though it pained her.
"Please," she finally begged him. "Please, I'll be respectful, I just can't take anymore." Jasmine cried out as his thrusts increased, his fingers hooking inside her, teasing her walls until she was coming undone around him, his lips playing with her clit as her body finally detonated in his arms. "Oh God, oh God, oh God," she wailed, back arching as he continued his attack on her body.
Her orgasm seemed never ending, body tensing as she panted through it, the sensory overload nearly making her blackout from its intensity.
Nothing had ever felt so wonderous.
He was still fully dressed as he stood to his full height, unbuttoning his jeans and freeing his cock from his pants. Jasmine's eyes widened at the size of him as he stroked himself, the veins in his forearm standing out to her as he gripped the head of his length, milking precum from the tip.
Jasmine's mouth watered, legs spreading in anticipation as he stepped into her, lining himself up with her channel. She was a bit leery of his size, having never hand anyone nearly that big inside her before. Maybe they should take it slow-
Seamus slammed into her, his hands grabbing her knees and forcing her legs over his shoulder before grasping her hips. He held her still for his vicious thrusts, a shocked sob leaving her as he nearly split her in half, his cock imprinting itself along her womb as her pussy spasmed around him, already threatening another orgasm from just a few thrusts.
"Such a tight little pussy," Seamus said to her, his fingers digging into her skin as he fucked her like a man possessed. Jasmine moaned her agreement, sure she'd be willing to agree to anything while he had her like this, full of his cock.
The veins in his neck stood out as his breathing turned heavy, his grunts timed with each penetration, his tip sliding along her until Jasmine was writhing beneath him, unsure if she wanted him deeper but desperately needing him to continue. "Gonna fuck the attitude right out of you. Ah, your cunt is so wet for me, so snug." He fingered her clit as he continued his assault on her body, her womb tightening around him in a stranglehold as she orgasmed hard on his cock.
"Fuck me, fuck me, please Seamus. Oh God, why is it so good," Jasmine wailed into the dark room, as he powered through her orgasm, her walls desperately clinging to him as his hands worked up to her breasts, tweaking her nipples.
"That's it, baby. Rub yourself on my dick," he panted as she did just that, rotating her hips as he fucked her hard into the desk, another pleading cry leaving her lips as he grunted, his cum shooting into her womb, filling her up.
He tugged her up and into his arms, scooting back until he sat along the couch behind him, her body straddling his waist, his length still nestled inside her.
Jasmine kissed at his neck, fingers tugging his shirt aside slightly so she could suck on his skin, so she could leave a mark for him.
He hardened inside of her again within a few minutes of her kissing his skin and her body responded instantly.
"Again?" She asked, incredulously.
"We go until I'm sick and tired of you, woman." He grabbed her hips, forcing her to ride him how he liked as their mixed essence leaked from her weeping slit, coating him as he slowly slid out only to thrust back inside. "Gonna fuck this tight little cunt until you'll only ever feel me, only ever want me," he groaned into her ear, biting at her lobe.
Jasmine's back arched from the fullness, her breasts in his face before he sucked a nipple into his mouth, his other hand coaxing her to continue her ride along his shaft. She was helpless but to do as he commanded, undulating on his shaft, hands touching any part of him she could hold on to as he thrust up into her, bouncing her roughly along his cock.
Jasmine’s eyes cracked open hours later, her naked body splayed across a hard chest. She felt Seamus’s fingers twitching, his hands holding firm to her ass. He was asleep beneath her, most of his clothes still on, his head propped up on the armrest. She froze as everything came back to her, unsure of what to do. Her bodyguards had most likely reported her missing to her father. He was going to throw a fit when he found out she’d gone to a seedy club in Belfast and her bodyguards? As good as dead.
Jasmine quietly untangled herself from the sleeping Irish giant, eyes softening as she took one last look at him before she dressed quickly, slowly exiting the door and disappearing from his life for good.
Seamus woke with a start, sitting up abruptly. His damn pants were strewn about his ankles, boots and shirt still on but damned if he didn’t feel like he’d been taken on a hell of a ride. He looked around for his siren, running a hand over his bleary eyes. She was gone? A quick look at his watch told him he’d been passed the fuck out for hours, which was odd for him ever since he’d been tortured by a rival crime organization the year before.
It was the best rest he’d had. And the best sex.
Seamus groaned, looking around for a sign of his siren anywhere. Nothing. She had disappeared like a ghost in the night.
Seamus thought the term siren was a good name for her until he could find out who she was. She’d barely said anything to him and he’d jumped at the chance to do her bidding.
Beat someone? Torture? Have sex after a year’s worth of celibacy? Absolutely, as long as he could watch those perfect tits bounce in his face any time he wished.
Seamus seated himself at his desk, staring down at the mess they’d made of his office, fists clenching.
He hadn’t lied to her when he said they’d keep going until he was through with her.
Unfortunately for his siren, she hadn’t understood that he meant for far longer than a night. Seamus intended to keep her for as long as he wanted until he got tired of her pussy, delectable breasts and an attitude a mile wide.
