0 comments/ 24235 views/ 4 favorites Miami Heat Ch. 01 By: GaelicLover I slumped down in the couch in my new living room and sighed. My parents had sent me ahead to the new house in Florida to meet the movers and get us moved in. So here I was, surrounded by boxes and basking in the glory of AC. I had lived in Northern Ireland my entire life, was an avid snowboarder and skier. Moving to Florida almost seemed like a life sentence. My parents were still in there and planning on going on vacation before they came down, sort of a second honeymoon. So I was here unpacking all of their shit while they went somewhere fun during winter. I should have been up on the slopes, not down here in this sticky and messy heat. What did people see that was so awesome about Florida? I burned in the sun, had obscene pale skin, and enjoyed snow. All three of those things didn't exist down here. I groaned and kicked an empty box in front of me; this move really blowed. I had just turned 18, was planning on meeting a bunch of snowboarding and skiing junkies in Switzerland for the winter. Then, surprise! My rents tell me that I'm moving to America and as if that wasn't bad enough, we were moving to Florida, a whole four months before them! Where was the justice in that? I got up off of the couch and went into my room which I had promptly unpacked as soon as the movers left about three hours ago. I went into my closet and changed into my swimming suit to jump into our pool. I loved to swim, and having a pool was about the only thing good about this place. I grabbed my towel and walked out into the screened in patio that held the large pool. I had to admit that this house was incredible; my parents had made a shit load of money recently and they put a lot into this house, buying it outright off of a foreclosure. I put my towel on my shoulder and tied up my hair, throwing my towel on a lounge chair and readjusting my new emerald green bikini. I had gone out first thing and bought one, feeling slightly foolish while doing so. In Northern Ireland, you didn't need a bikini...ever. It was just too damn cold. I jumped into the water and came up squealing; it was cold! I swam down to the edge in the deep end and stood on the seats built into the pool, wringing the water out of my hair and shaking my head. I heard another splash a littler further away and looked towards my neighbor's house. There was a fence blocking my view but I could see between the cracks a little and I saw someone swimming around. I bit my bottom lip and curiosity getting the better of me, I walked out of the screened in area and went over to the fence where an empty knot in the wood allowed me to kneel and look through to my neighbor's pool. I gasped when I saw a guy surface in the pool and shake the water out of his medium length black hair and laugh. I pulled away from the peep-hole and nibbled on my bottom lip. This felt wrong. I shouldn't spy on him. But then I heard him gasp and my eye went back to the peep-hole quickly. It was like I didn't even get a choice on whether or not I wanted to look. Okay, so that was a lie, but I was a curious lass by nature. His eyes were closed and he was lying on a pool float, basking in the sun. I frowned. How long had I been battling with myself on whether or not to watch him? I followed the hard ridges of his body, admiring the muscles that seemed to be toned all over his body and my eyes froze when I realized that his swimming trunks were pulled down low on his hips and he had his junk out in front of God and everyone. My eyes widened and my hand was covering my mouth; I had never seen a Man that naked before, I mean, I had seen boys when I made out or whatnot but it never went anywhere and none of those boys were like this man next door. People in Northern Ireland, or Ireland as a whole for that matter stayed clothed unless they were indoors or drunk...but that was different. Plus, I was a virgin. My schoolmates made fun of me for it, but I honestly had never been attracted to anyone because in boarding school, all the boys were boys and to be honest, they didn't attract me. I liked guys that were older than I was and could actually be called Men. I was attracted to the idea of sex, I mean, who wasn't? But, I just never really had the opportunity or the drive to go all the way with a boy. My neighbor on the float started to stroke his penis and I watched in fascination as it grew in his hand and stood up against his toned and muscled abdomen. I licked my lips as his hand tightened on his member and he started stroking it faster and harder. He was groaning harder now and his eyes were closed and a small grin curved his lips. His other hand splashed his member with water from the pool and he hissed; his face screwed up beautifully in pleasure. His hips bucked as his hand moved faster and faster. He moaned and I felt my chest ache as my heart beat faster as I watched him masturbate. My breath was heavy against the wood and I started to throb in a way that I never had before. Suddenly, the man let out a loud groan and his hips bucked up as he came. I gasped as a white intermittent jet of cum came out of his member and he sighed, his hips resting back down on the pool float. I swallowed heavily and got a control back on my breathing. That had to be the most erotic thing that I had ever seen. I watched a little while longer as my neighbor put away the pool float and swam around a little bit more before getting out of the pool and going into his house. I groaned in displeasure as the object of my fascination left my sight. I crept back into my screened lanai and slipped into the water. My nipples were hard and I could see them through my bikini top. They ached and I did the only natural thing that I could think of; I touched them, massaging the hardened pearls. I groaned and sighed, my body shuddering. I bit my lip and suddenly realized that I didn't know how to masturbate. I mean, I knew the theory and whatnot, but I had never tried it for myself. I sighed in frustration when I realized that I was really turned on and what I imagined was horny but I couldn't do a damn thing about it without feeling stupid and failing at it. I did a couple laps in the large pool and when I felt sufficiently cooled off, I went back into the house to unpack boxes. I was putting up lights on the screened ceiling of the lanai later that evening, deciding that the Chinese globes I had for my seventeenth birthday party would look really cool up on the lanai. I even had some color changing bulbs that I put them over so when I turned on the lights, they would turn for blue to green to purple to red and all over again. I put up white rope lights around the edges of the lanai and was climbing back down the ladder when I heard a splash from next door. I bit my bottom lip and ran out of the lanai and back to my peep-hole. Rope lighting was popular here; my neighbor had some too, but his were different colors and he had a lot of it outside, rimming his pool as well. He surfaced in the water and I examined him more closely in the colored light of his illuminated pool. The colors of the lights in his pool changed colors like my lanterns. That was pretty cool; I would have to figure out how to do that in my pool. The guy surfaced from diving in and flipped his hair again like before. I grinned. I wondered if he would do everything like he had before. He pulled himself out of the water and sat on the edge of the pool. The rope lighting was built in! I would have to figure out how to do that as well. My neighbor sighed and shook his hands through his hair, spraying water around him. He lay down on his back and looked up at the clear sky, trying to see stars in the suburbs. I wondered if he had lived here his whole life, or if maybe he came from somewhere he could see the stars like me. Just watching him made my body throb and bit my lower lip to keep from moaning. He slipped his trunks from his body and kicked them off, throwing them towards me. I let out a small gasp and fell back from the fence, my foot hitting the wood which emitted a dull thud. It was loud enough that he surely would have heard it. I stayed still, my heart pounding. If he saw me spying on him, if he caught me...oh god, the thought alone made me want to die of embarrassment. However, I didn't hear any movement so I shamefully went back to the peep-hole; more to see where he was and if he had indeed heard me. I saw him in the pool and let out a sigh of relief. He must have jumped into the pool when I hit the fence. He surfaced again and flipped his hair around, moving to the hot spa next to his pool. He was completely naked and being the girl I was, I noticed that he had a really nice ass and a very large cock. I blushed but couldn't peel my eyes away. My neighbor couldn't have been more than 22, but he was built like a Greek God. I hadn't seen any more than one car in his driveway the entire time I had been here which told me that he probably lived alone. I licked my lips as I watched him move like a lion towards the jet spa. He slipped inside it and let out a pleased hiss as it engulfed his member. I swallowed, my teeth making my lower lip raw as I bit down, trying to keep the sounds I wanted to make. This guy had me set on the hot steam function and I couldn't find the off button. His arm moved vigorously but I could see nothing because of the bubbles. He kept at it, his eyes open and staring up at the sky, moaning and groaning. His breath was getting shorter and more forced and his groans were getting stronger and louder. Wasn't he afraid of getting caught or being seen? I giggled a little quietly at the thought. I wondered what he would think if he knew that he was being watched. The muscles in his abdomen tensed and flexed as grunted sexily his eyes closing every now and then as he pleasured himself. I sighed and shifted as I knelt, trying to sooth my burning body. He suddenly pulled himself from the water and I saw his cock jump as he touched it again. It really was large. I had seen them on TV before, like on HBO, and when I gave boys hand jobs back in Ireland and whatnot, but he had to take the cake. It looked like it was a good ten inches if not more. I tried to control my breath, but my throat felt so constricted I could barely swallow. My neighbor was facing me now, and he was pretty close to where I hid behind the fence. His legs were spread towards me, showing me every small and intimate movement that he made on himself as he slowly moved his hand up and down. His eyes were closed and he was short of breath as he masturbated in front of me. His movements seemed deliberate and I pretended that he was putting on a show for me. ------------------------------------- I first noticed my neighbor the day that she moved in. She pulled up in a lime green Audi R8 with silver and pink decals on the side and a max-spec body installed. It was a blatantly a street racing car and one hell of an expensive import and it couldn't have fit more perfectly into the Miami lifestyle. The car was actually the reason that I noticed her in the first place. I had been washing my own cherry red Lamborghini in my driveway when my new neighbor came speeding into the driveway of the mansion next to me. The place had been for sale for a while, with the market down and foreclosures everywhere, it was only a matter of time before someone snatched up that sweet pad. I was watching to see who the car belonged to (the windows were tinted like a lot of cars down here) and I couldn't have been more surprised when that sexy girl stepped out. She had been wearing skinny jeans and a black spaghetti strap cami with black sneakers. I spotted the tattoo on her back that was mostly hidden by her black cami as I took in her gorgeous body. She had curves in all the right places and she looked totally natural; which definitely wasn't common, even in Miami. Everyone that lived here was fake or bean-pole thin which made the dating pool rather shallow. It was why I didn't have a girlfriend right now. I was going to go over to her place and welcome her to the neighborhood when a large moving van pulled up curbside in front of her driveway and four men got out of the cab. I watched, drying off my Lamborghini as three guys went around to the back of the moving van and started hauling stuff out. The beautiful girl pulled her sunglasses off of her face and flipped her long, curly copper hair back and an exasperated sigh. "Look, I know it says Séamus on the bill, but I'm his daughter, Áine." Her voice had a beautiful Irish lit to it which shocked me at first until I looked closer and saw the freckles dotted all over her body, or that which I could see. The guy talking to her said her father's name again but added a second name which sounded badly butchered. Áine however didn't look pleased. "Don't, really, just say O'Conner, ó Conchobhair is the same thing anyway, just in Gaelic." She said smoothly. I loved listening to her voice and accent. I smirked, running into my garage to get the car wax and buffer. I came back out and saw Áine standing with her hands on her hips, watching the men argue. She slammed her car door shut and went to the front door, unlocking it and leaving it open. She didn't look happy. Two guys followed her inside, scowling and looking like they were going to yell at her. I was a little worried until I heard Áine start yelling and the guys came backing out of the mansion. "It's in American cash, alright? The blokes in Northern Ireland said that we wouldn't have any trouble. Are ye going t' make me call 'em? I'll charge ye for the international call, mate, and I promise t' take an extra long time getting everything settled." She threatened, lowering her voice to low, sexy, Irish purr. The guy with the clipboard simply handed over the papers and she signed it. I finished waxing my car as she pulled her Audi into the garage and walked inside as the guys started moving the boxes and furniture into the house. I couldn't help but laugh at the balls that girl just showed to four American guys who were twice her size. They didn't make many girls over here like that. She went out twice a day for a little while, handling her sports car expertly as she pulled out of the driveway and screamed off down the street. She always came back with bags and I couldn't help but listen for the sexy purr of that import when she came back every time. It was about three or four days that she had been here that I heard her go swimming a few seconds before I jumped into my own pool. The thought of her in a swimsuit made my blood boil and I couldn't help but jerk off thinking about that luscious body of hers. I felt eyes on me when I had but I thought that I was just being paranoid afterwards. I hadn't heard any splashing in Áine's pool until I stepped out of sight into my house. I connected the dots and was amused at the thought that she had been watching me. I wondered for how long, how much had she seen? I went out to the pool a few minutes later and thought about how she could have been watching me; there was a nine foot fence between her property and mine. I walked alongside the fence until I saw a small hole in the fence where the knot had fallen out. I chuckled and knelt down, seeing through the fence straight into her lanai. I turned around and realized that she could see all of my lanai as well. It turned me on that I had had an audience earlier and I again wondered if she had seen me masturbating. It wasn't until later that night that I got my answer. I walked out to my lanai again and saw over the fence, without really even having to look, Áine putting up varying sizes of Chinese lanterns. It was a neat idea to illuminate the pool and I grinned. I was hoping that she was outside. I knew that if she had indeed caught me jerking off earlier that she would run over to that little peep-hole if I got into the water again. I waited until she was finished putting up white rope lighting around the edges of her lanai before diving into the water. Underwater, I grinned and my cock twitched in anticipation of what I was going to do; I had this all planned out. When I surfaced, I took a careful glance over to the peep-hole to see that the light from the other side was blocked. I grinned and sighed, pulling myself out of the pool and laying down, looking up at the stars. My cock was starting to tent in my trunks so with a smirk, I pulled them off and threw them towards the peep-hole nonchalantly, as if I didn't know that Áine was behind the fence. I heard a gasp and a thud as something hit the fence and I slipped into the water and stayed under for a few seconds, praying that she would still be there. I could just make out the peep-hole from the far end of the pool and as I watched, the light was suddenly blocked. Good, Áine was a naughty Irish girl and a voyeur at that. My cock was throbbing now with the need to get off, thinking about Áine watching me. I jumped out of the pool and stalked over to the jet spa next to it. I made sure to make my steps casual but powerful knowing that women liked the idea and feel of power. I was enjoying putting on this little show for my new Irish neighbor and as I slid into the hot wetness of the jet spa, I hissed in pleasure. I nearly came but I held back. His was going to be long and drawn out, I wanted Áine to see how voracious I could be because I knew that she was interested and honestly, I wouldn't have minded having a sexy hot Irish girlfriend on my arm and around my cock. I knew that she was young, but she was at least eighteen or she couldn't have signed for the moving company. The thought made me shudder as I gripped my cock and started to masturbate in the jet spa. The heat made me shudder and the muscles in my abdomen clenched as I thought of Áine watching. I grunted, imagining that it was her hand on my cock, her mouth making that heat around my head. My hips bucked and I knew that I had to get out of the heat before I came. I slid out of the spa and moved closer to the peep-hole, dangling one leg into the pool and the other bent at the knee, facing my throbbing erection towards her. I heard a small gasp as I started masturbating again right in front of her, seemingly oblivious to her presence. I knew that I wasn't going to last much longer but I wanted to so I held off my climax as I pumped my cock with passion. My breath was short and forced and I closed my eyes, moving my hips against my hand to increase the friction. I groaned and ten minutes later, I couldn't hold it anymore. My climax was so powerful that I almost blacked out as searing hot jets of cum came out of my cock and landed harmlessly on the concrete floor. I panted and lay back as my cock twitched as it slowly softened. I heard a soft moan from the other side of the fence and grinned, keeping my eyes closed. She had no idea that I knew that she was there and I wondered if she herself was masturbating while watching me. I groaned, not wanting to fall asleep on the concrete, and pushed myself up, washing my cum off of the concrete before it could stain it...if cum stained concrete...I wasn't sure, but I didn't want people asking questions at one of my parties. I walked inside my own mansion and fell asleep after toweling my body dry. Miami Heat Ch. 02 What I had seen last night was unreal. My neighbor had masturbated for a good half an hour before he came. The thought alone made me unbelievably horny. I had to call one of my schoolmates, Lily and tell her about it. "Wait, you mean he just did it right in front of you?!" She gasped on the other end of the line. I had gone to a London boarding school and she had gone with me and we had become fast friends even though she was Scottish and I was Irish. "Well, it wasn't like the bloke knew that I was on the other side o' the fence!" I giggled and Lily gasped deviously. She squealed and laughed. "You're so bad, Áine!" Her brogue was heavy as she laughed. "So is he really hot? Is it true about American men?" "It is with him, he's so big! I bet that he's at least ten inches long and about two or three wide! And of course, he's t' die for." I giggled with Lily at the thought. She had had sex before but had said that it was hard to find a guy with the right package. I knew that she was drooling at the idea of my neighbor. "He looks amazing; he's got all these muscles and he drives a red Lamborghini. I saw it the day that I first got 'ere. He smiled at me but I was busy with the idiotic blokes who moved our stuff. Gosh, I wish that ye could be here, Lily. I miss ye so much!" "I know, maybe I can convince my parents to let me go there in the summer, but no sooner. I'm going to be traveling to Spain for a few months to take some college classes on art. I'll save money to travel with." Lily smiled. Then, after a few seconds of silence, she giggled, "Did you...you know, masturbate, when you were watching him?" I dropped my jaw in disbelief at her boldness, then after a few seconds, I sighed. "No...but not because I didn't want to, but because I don't know how t'..." "Wait, you don't know how to...Ohhh!" Lily laughed and I growled. "It's not that funny..." I murmured and Lily gasped on the other end of the line, trying to get control of her laughter. "No, no, it's not, I'm sorry, it's just...I thought everyone knew how to." Her giggles stopped and her voice was serious, "Didn't you ever try and find out?" "I did a couple of times but it just made me feel stupid." I muttered and Lily sighed. "I mean, some things felt good, but...it just wasn't enough, ye know?" "Yes, I do. It's nothing like the real thing when you use your fingers and since a girl can't constantly have someone around to take care of it, I got the next best thing. Of course, it was a little difficult trying to get it into my room without anyone asking me what the post had dropped off." Lily giggled deviously when I asked what she was talking about. "A vibrator of course!" She laughed. "But seeing that your parents aren't going to be around for like four months, you shouldn't have any problems." I blinked in surprise. Lily was right...I had a bank account and a debit card that I could use but the thought felt somehow wrong to me. "I don't know Lil'..." I made a face. "It's just I was raised a certain way..." "Oh for heaven's sake, Áine...!" Lilly sounded exasperated, "It's not wrong, it's not a sin, and you're not going to go to hell or go blind if you masturbate. Does it look like your neighbor is going to hell, or blind for that matter?" He certainly didn't. I mused about it for a while before sighing in defeat. "Alright, I'll get one." Lilly laughed. "Go online now!" "Okay, okay..." I went to my computer and pulled up the internet, clicking until I was on Google and then froze. Where the hell did I go to find that? I asked Lily and she gave me a website in split second. "How many of these have ye gotten?" I asked, surprised at her readiness. Lily just laughed and I shook my head. "Okay...so...what is the best?" "The best out of everything or the best for a beginner?" Lilly asked seriously. I thought about it for a minute. I didn't want to just settle for something. "The best out of everything." I muttered; a little embarrassed at my own hunger. "Look up rabbit vibrators." She suggested so I did, half expecting it to look like a rabbit but luckily it didn't. It was a poor excuse for my neighbor's impressive manhood but it did look quite appealing. I clicked on one that was pretty expensive and looked at what it did; laughing when I realized that it was like a vibrator resume. It had a ton of options and I wasn't even sure of what half of them were but just by the words, I was starting to get hot. Lily chuckled on the phone. "Find one?" She purred and I laughed. "I think so." I couldn't believe that I was going to do this but Lily cheered me on and a clicked the button and ordered it, putting in my card number and address before clicking purchase and burying my burning face in my hands. "I can't believe ye made me do it." "Pish-posh, darling, I'm on the other side of the ocean. I didn't make you do anything." Lily laughed and then made a sound of worry. "What?" I asked. "Well, I was just thinking...do you still have your maiden-head?" She murmured. I laughed. I had thought of that too. I was a virgin, but I had accidentally broken it when I was wearing a tampon and went horseback riding a few years ago. It had hurt like a bitch but I was kind of glad that it was out of the way. I told her and after a moment of stunned silence, she burst out laughing. "Oh, that's fresh!" Lily was smiling; I could hear it in her voice. I grinned and when she asked me what model I had gotten I directed her to it. Her breath left in a little whoosh and I heard her moan. "Ohhh...I want that one." I laughed, "Then bloody order it." I heard keyboard keys clacking noisily on her end and Lily giggled, "Way ahead of you, hun." I shook my head and started looking around on the website, intrigued at some of the things that I saw and before I hung up with Lily or exited the site, I ordered a smaller, simpler looking vibrator that was waterproof and gyrated which sounded exciting. I also ordered what they called an egg that apparently vibrated and was also waterproof. Lily had to go soon after that and we hung up, promising to see each other soon. I was still on the website and I kept clicking around until I found the dildo section and looked around until I saw what I was looking for. A 10" realistic looking, but blue, cock that suction cupped to a flat surface. I ordered it, thinking about my neighbor's cock the entire time. I jumped and let out a small scream when my doorbell rang. I ran barefoot to get it and pulled it open without looking to see who it was. My breath left my lungs in a rush when I saw my sexy neighbor standing there with a grin and basket of fruit. I stared at the fruit for a minute before blinking and looking back at him. Thankfully, before the awkwardness of silence fully descended, my neighbor held out his right hand. "I'm Sean, your next door neighbor." His grin was dangerous and I took a deep breath and smiled, shaking his strong, warm hand. "Hello, I'm Áine ó Conchobhair, I just moved it...but...ye probably already knew that. I'm from Ireland...but ye could probably tell that from my accent." I blushed furiously. This was horrible, I was stumbling so much that he was never going to be interested in a shy Irish girl like me. "I saw you moving in a few days ago. You looked pretty pissed at the movers, what happened?" He asked curiously. I laughed. "They had a wee problem with the fact that I was signing for the move when my father ordered it and was paying for it. Sorry if I seemed unapproachable." I shook my head, "This move was kind of sudden, and not really...expected." "Those are the worst." Sean and I stood there looking at each other for a few seconds before I realized that I was being rude. "I'm so sorry; would ye like to come inside?" I bit my bottom lip and panicked when I realized that my computer was still up on the site. Sean smiled and stepped inside, wiping his sandals on the mat. I led him into the kitchen and he offered the basket of fruit. "I figured it would be a nice house warming gift...I'm sort of new at this thing, but I figured it would be a nice gesture." He smiled warmly and I accepted the basket with a smile and set it down on the kitchen counter. A delicious looking apple perched on top of the basket and I took it off, rubbing the wax off of the skin gently as a nervous habit. Sean's eyes were riveted on my hand and I blushed and stopped, clenching my hand and laughed nervously. "Sorry, it's a nervous habit." My brogue was thick with my embarrassment. "No, no, it's alright. I was being rude, sorry." Sean apologized and grabbed another apple and bit into it. I let out a sigh of relief. Then I again remembered the computer just out of sight. "I'll be right back; I was in the middle of something before you called. Make yourself at home!" My Irish hospitality was once again emerging from its startled shell. I ran to the computer and clicked out of the screen with my purchase and set my computer to sleep. I came back in and Sean was looking out the French doors leading outside to my pool. I bit into the apple in my hand and he turned to look at me. "Nice pool. I've got one just like it." Sean smiled warmly at me, "That's the thing about Florida: houses in the same neighborhood are somewhat similar. My pool is just a little more curved that yours but it's roughly the same size." I flushed a little at the thought about his pool and he grinned. Oh god, did he know that I had been watching him? He turned back towards the doors and bit into his apple without saying another word. I let out a quiet sigh and grinned. I was obviously sneaky enough. "How old are you? You look a little young to be living alone." He frowned at me. I laughed warmly. "I'm eighteen. My mother and father are still in North Ireland." I shook my head. "I should be in Switzerland right now with a bunch of my mates. We were planning a trip t' hit the slopes. The snow is glorious in winter there." "You're a skier?" Sean's eyes lit up. "No, I'm a snowboarder." I grinned, "I usually go t' the Alps every winter during Yule break." "Yule?" Sean grinned. I laughed; forgetting that it wasn't called that here. "Christmas." I smiled and bit into my apple again. The juice trickled down my chin and before I could wipe it away, Sean suddenly and gently did. The air was sucked from my lungs again as his thumb trailed across my smooth, pale, freckled skin. I swallowed and watched his eyes as he looked at my mouth. I was about to say something when he suddenly walked away and grinned as he walked to the front door. "Something's come up, I've got to go. It was nice meeting you, Áine." Sean grinned and stepped out the door before I could say anything, shutting it behind him. I sighed and as my body burned, I slipped into my green bikini again, thinking maybe the water would cool me off. I heard a sound from Sean's house followed by a splash and seriously considered going back to that peep-hole but I was so hot right now that I feared I would give away my secret spot. Instead, I grabbed a pool float and got onto it, closing my eyes and enjoying the sun. Florida suddenly didn't seem so bad after all. I heard a groan from Sean's side and I knew exactly what he was doing, but it was too dangerous to go over there again. Besides, the sun felt good and I was enjoying imagining Sean's hands on my body. ------------------------------------- Four days later, the post came and I ran out as three packages arrived, sitting on my front steps. Thankfully, the website had been right about it being discreet shipping. It was just three shoebox sized, brown parcels sitting nonchalantly outside waiting for me. To me, they looked like bright red flashing lights so I grabbed them and the rest of the mail and hurried inside, locking the door behind me for good measure. I set the boxes on the counter in the kitchen and stared at them, leaning against the far island, as far away from the parcels as I could be while being in the same area. I swallowed with some difficulty and pulled out my cell phone. I was so thankful that I had Skype on my phone and Lily did as well. I called her. "Hey darling!" She said cheerfully, "How are you?" "They're here." I blurted out before saying anything else. Lily was silent a moment, probably trying to figure out just what I was talking about before bursting out laughing. "Are you afraid that they're going to eat you?" She was nearly busting a seam laughing so hard. I laughed weakly with her. "So...what are you waiting for? Open them, you silly Irish wench!" I nibbled my bottom lip as I grabbed a box cutter and sliced open the parcels. There were packing peanuts inside and the one I opened had the rabbit vibrator in its packaging and I pulled the packaging out and stared at it in curiosity. "Did ye get yer's yet?" "I got mine yesterday." Lily giggled. "It was fabulous!" I shuddered at the thought. If voracious Lily thought that it was fabulous, it was going to be incredible. I wanted to tear it out of the plastic but I refrained and went to the other two parcels. Lily caught on. "Wait...you said they as in plural?" She squealed. I laughed. "Aye." "Oh my God, you have to tell me what you got!" She demanded a little breathlessly. I opened up the second, longer package and found the realistic blue dildo staring brightly up at me. I grinned down at it and laughed, telling Lily what it was and describing it in detail. "So it's like his?" She purred. "Give me the model. I want to see." I gave her the model number and after a few seconds while I stared down at the monster cock in the box Lily gasped. "No way." "Oh yes." I giggled. "I think that he might even be bigger." "Oh God, Áine, that's mind blowing. Might I suggest something?" Lily asked. "Sure." I smiled and stroked the cock through the plastic. I was thrilled to use it. "Don't use it until you've fucked Sean." She blurted. I recoiled a bit and frowned. I had called her two days after Sean had come over and told her all about it. She was convinced that Sean was crushing on me after I told her every detail. Lily had convinced herself that he was going to make a move but so far he hadn't. I didn't like the sudden decree that Lily was giving me. I wanted to use it, "Why not?!" Lily groaned and clucked her tongue at me like she was disappointed, "Because then it would be spoiling the wonderful surprise that you are in for. Sean sounds like he'd be a wonderful lover and you should wait to stretch yourself for him, that way you really feel like a virgin. Blokes love that shit." "Really?" I was disappointed but Lily had a point. That would be for after, not before. I didn't want to spoil anything. "Absolutely, darling. Now, what else did you get?" She asked. I opened up the last parcel and pulled out the waterproof, gyrating vibrator and egg. I explained to Lily who asked for the model number again and agreed that I had indeed made a good purchase. Some of the stuff had been on sale as well. I thanked Lily for the website again and I didn't even have to push her off the phone because she knew that I wanted to try them out. We hung up quickly and I went into my bedroom even though I was alone in the house. I just didn't have the gumption or nerve to masturbate outside like Sean. Once in my room, I used the box cutter to open the plastic packaging on the rabbit vibrator and the egg and waterproof vibrator. I left the other dildo unopened and hidden on the top shelf in my closet, still in its brown parcel. I nibbled on my bottom lip and then closed my door. I knew that it was ridiculous to do so, but it made me feel a little bit better about what I was about to do. Luckily, I had ordered lubricant at the prompting of the website with all of my purchases, and solution to clean them after I had used them. I undressed slowly and stared at my purchases lying on the bed. I looked at the packaging and read the best way to use them and with my heart pounding, I picked up the rabbit vibrator and started playing with the buttons on the handle. I had put batteries in it already and it jumped to life so suddenly that I nearly dropped the toy. I felt sick to my stomach but realized that it wasn't so much being sick as it was being horrible excited. I touched the ears that were supposed to tease my clit as they vibrated on the highest setting and gasped. That was strong! I wasn't even sure that I wanted to use it now. Okay, that was a lie. I was dying to use it. I turned off the vibration and turned on the thrusting action and watched as the tip of the fake cock started moving up and down like a piston, slowly and only about an inch or so. I turned it up and it started moving faster and I turned it back down, my body thrumming with the idea. The rotation button had my attention next. I watched in amazement as the cock started to turn in a circle, the slightly bent tip making a small circle. I wondered what that felt like and let out a small giggle; I would find out soon enough. There was still one area left unexplored: beads. I frowned and pressed it up one and watched as two rows of metal beads inside started rotating around the cock, massaging the air through the plastic of the vibrator. They spun around faster the more times I pressed it and I finally shut it off and grabbed a towel from my bathroom a few feet down the hall, bringing it back into my room before shutting the door and placing it on the ground. I took the lubricant and as per the instructions put some on the vibrator, sliding it up and down with my hand like I was giving a hand job. I had done that before, but it hadn't been all that exciting, the kid only lasted a few minutes...by a few I mean like two. I used my wet hand to wet myself as I spread my legs, sitting down on the towel and gasped. I was already wet just thinking about it. I put some on anyway and then wiped my hand off and positioned the vibrator above my wet crotch. I slipped the head between my lips and sighed, sliding up and down. It brushed my clit and I shook a little at the feeling of something other than my fingers touching me. I clenched my teeth to keep from moaning as I pushed the head of the fake cock into my waiting pussy. It didn't work; I moaned anyway, my breath catching a little as it filled my virgin pussy. I was happy I didn't have to worry about my maiden-head; I probably wouldn't have been able to bring myself to pierce it if it had still been there. Once it was fully in and the rabbit ears were against my clit, I pressed the beads button and gasped as the beads close to the base started to spin. It felt good, but it definitely wasn't what I was looking for. I turned those off and turned on the rotation and gasped and started to moan as the upper half above the beads started to spin inside me. I moaned and bucked my hips at the pleasure: it was amazing! I turned off the rotation after a few more seconds and bit my lip as my finger hovered over the thrust option. With a wild giggle, I pressed it on. I shuddered and gasped as the fake cock started thrusting into me. Oh God, that was exactly what I was looking for. I turned it up faster, moaning at the fiery sensations inside me. My breath was shorter and shorter but I wanted to try the rabbit ears before I climaxed. Lily had told me that climaxing the first time felt like you had to pee, and it certainly was feeling like that. My abdomen was clenching uncontrollably and instead of toning down on the thrusting action, I turned the rabbit ears on low and nearly screamed as they vibrated against my clit. I was leaning against the wall, holding the vibrator against me and as my body started to shake and I started moving my hips in reflex, I turned up the rabbit ears to high and my muscles started to spasm, my abdomen clenching and unclenching, my breath rapid and shallow when I could breathe. I turned the beads on as well and screamed as my climax hit me hard for the first time in my life. I didn't stop like Lily said I would; I just kept coming and coming, and my body was thrusting against the vibrator inside me, clenching around it as it mercilessly kept thrusting into my body, hitting my g-spot every single time. I screamed and panted, unable to breathe as my diaphragm started to spasm painfully. I pulled the vibrator out of me and managed to turn it off with shaking fingers before collapsing down the wall and laying still; my body throbbing in the most pleasurable way. I must have come at least three times in a row. At least, that was what it felt like. Miami Heat Ch. 02 My heart danced wildly in my chest and as I started to breathe again, I reached down between my legs and felt how soaking wet I was. I rubbed my sensitive clit and had a small climax that felt more like an aftershock but still felt divine. I tried to stand but had to sit back down as my legs shook. That was unbelievable. I managed to stand after a few more minutes of resting and cleaned off the soaked vibrator and used the towel to mop up the juices between my legs. I looked at the other toys with a naughty hunger. I didn't want to use the rabbit again for a little while, but I felt particularly naughty and wanted to masturbate outside but I would wait until dark. I took rabbit vibrator and put it back into the parcel it came from and placed it with my other dildo in the closet and shut the door. I knew I would come back to it later, but not today. I ate lunch quickly and unpacked some more of my parents stuff, surprised when I found my mother's own secret stash of sex toys. I shook my head; my own sexual appetite that I was just discovering must have come from somewhere. I put them in her closet in the nondescript shoe box that they had been in and closed her closet door. Soon enough it was night time and I turned the lights on in my lanai and ran to grab my waterproof toys, slipping into a white bikini at the same time (I had bought more yesterday) before running out onto the pool, placing my toys at the edge and diving in. ------------------------------------- I muted the TV when I thought I heard the sound I had been waiting for all day. Sure enough, I heard a splash again and I turned the TV back up just in case Áine could hear it and quickly slipped into my trunks before slinking out of my house, keeping my lanai lights off. Áine didn't seem like the type to enjoy an audience if she knew that there was one. I crept to the peep-hole that she used, careful at first to make sure that she was indeed in the pool. She was and the lights were on, bathing the water in calming colors. I looked twice when I saw the sex toys on the pool deck. I chuckled while she was underwater and made myself comfortable. This was going to be good. I didn't have any qualms about spying on the Irish girl; after all, she had been watching me masturbate since she had been here. Áine surfaced at the far end of the pool and pulled herself out. I stifled a groan when I saw that her white bikini was nearly see-through. Áine grabbed a float from the side of the lanai and pushed it into the water. She followed it in, climbing onto it offering me a beautiful view of her ass. My breath came out in a quiet hiss as I reached down my shorts and readjusted myself. God, I was hard. Áine paddled over to the side and biting her bottom lip like she did so often, she reached over and grabbed one of the toys from the deck that looked like an egg. She looked at it in wonder and I realized that she had never used it before. She was probably a virgin! My cock jumped at the thought; God, she would be so fucking tight. Wiggling out of the bottom of her bikini, she stuffed them behind her back on the float and started pressing buttons on the egg. I saw her jump and then giggle before spreading her legs. I stroked my cock at the sight of her shaved pussy and placed a steadying hand on the fence as I shuddered. She dipped the egg into the water and then spreading her legs farther, she pushed it inside her. My hand clenched around my dick as I imagined that I was pushing into her tight virgin snatch. I started sweating at the thought and Áine took the attached remote and started pushing the buttons again. Her hips bucked as it turned on inside her. She gasped and started moaning, her body shaking on the float. I pumped more vigorously at my steel-hard dick. Áine's breath was short and forced and I knew that she was close to climax as her back arched and I could see her abdominal muscles spasm. She cried out as she came and I swallowed my own cry as pre-cum started dripping from the slit on my cock. Oh God, that girl had no idea that she was so hot. Áine sat back on the float and giggled after a few second and grabbed the second toy, pulling the egg from her dripping cunt. I bit down on my tongue and slowed my hand movements as I waited for her to start masturbating with the vibrator in her hand. She turned it on and gasped as she watched it wiggle back and forth. She quickly turned it off and slid it inside her, moaning in pleasure. She turned it on and started panting, pumping it in and out of her virgin pussy, her hips bucking as her legs dangled on either side of the float to keep balance. Her moans grew louder and I furiously pumped my cock, wanting to climax with her. She bit back on a scream, the sound coming from her sounding strangled, arching her hips and thrusting against her own hand, her eyes closed and face screwed up in pleasure. I blew my load quickly after, biting down on my tongue again to keep from yelling. I shuddered as my cock softened only slightly; I was still hard. Unfortunately, two seemed to be enough for my Irish beauty and she slipped into the pool like she had fallen off of the float. I nearly jumped up and went over but I saw her moving around, swimming lazily underwater. She came up, pulling on her bottoms and holding her toys, padding unsteadily into her house, her eyes a little glazed over. I stood up and quietly walked back to my own house, turning off the TV and going into the bathroom, masturbating to get rid of my major hard on. Miami Heat Ch. 03 I had never slept so well in my life; I was exhausted after I took a shower and used the Egg again, standing and washing my hair at the same time. It was on low, vibrating slowly inside me and it was getting me wetter than water. After I was done with my shower I left the water on and turned the Egg all the way up and screamed as I came shortly after, my knees buckling as it throbbed against my g-spot. The next morning, I glanced at my closet longingly but knew that I had too many things to do. I had a pool boy coming to take care of my pool and I had to go shopping for food. I got dressed in jeans and a tight, light blue shirt that showed my stomach and my emerald, dangly belly piercing off. It glinted in the light and as I grabbed my purse and walked into the garage, opening it, I saw Sean walking up my driveway. I grinned to myself as I thought about yesterday and walked out to meet him. "Heading out?" He asked curiously. "Aye, I was going t' go t' the market." I smiled at him and he grinned back. I couldn't help but feel that he was holding back something that I should know but didn't. Sean didn't offer any answers to my unspoken questions however, he simply stuck is hands into his jean pockets and watched me. "Want some company?" He suggested. I shrugged, "Sure. If ye don't mind my Irish driving." "Don't they drive on the other side of the road over there?" He asked with a slight worried tone entering his voice. I laughed. "Aye, but I'm good at driving on the right side of the road. I drove in Spain and Italy and all over Europe. It's only in the UK, Japan, and a few other smaller countries that they drive on the left side." I assured him. Sean grinned and relaxed again, following me into the garage. He whistled when he examined my car up close and personal. I was so happy when I had it shipped out here a month before I flew out so it would be here when I was. It was an Audi R8 with all the bells and whistles. It was built for driving on the right side of the road because it had been built in Germany so it was normal for Sean. I slid into the left side and unlocked the door for Sean who stood on the right. "Nice car, Áine." He complimented me as he sat down in the leather bucket seat. He grinned and sighed. "That's almost as nice as my Lamborghini...almost." I shook my head with a confident grin. Lily was going to love to hear about this! "It's even nicer to drive." I purred as I petted the leather steering wheel. It was my baby. "Did you street race in Ireland?" He asked nonchalantly. I laughed. "North Ireland." I corrected sweetly with a smile, "And with a car like this, why the hell wouldn't I?" "Touché." He grinned as I pulled out of the driveway, closing the garage with a button on my mirror. I then sped down the street and fishtailed out into the highway. Luckily, no one was really out and traffic was clear. Hell, I did this shite all the time in North Ireland. Sean laughed, his face showing that he wasn't new to street racing as I handled the clutch beautifully. I had been racing longer than I had a license, out on dirt roads in the country in my father's black Lotus when they were out in my mother's car. I was careful, looking for cops and listening to my detector, which I found out was illegal here but still used it, simply hiding it below the line of sight. I purred into the market and parked quickly. Sean looked over to me, completely relaxed and shook his head in wonder. "You really are an enigma, girl. I haven't met any women quiet like you." I smirked and got out of the car. Sean followed me and stared at what appeared to be awe. I laughed, "Ye just haven't met the right women, Sean." "Apparently not..." He muttered as I locked the car and started towards the market, making him follow me. He caught up quickly and entered the store with me. "Do you need to get anything?" I asked sweetly. Sean shook his head, "I'll follow you." I liked the sound of that. ---------------------------------------------- Sean pushed the cart out of the market and I couldn't help but chuckle a little bit. He seemed almost infatuated with me. I didn't mind that at all; I was more than a little bit infatuated with him. He helped me put my groceries in my Audi and opened my door for me like a gentleman. I smiled and slipped inside. He shut the door behind me and ran around the front of the car and got inside. I thanked him but he brushed it off. I started towards home and pulled into my driveway, parking inside the garage. I turned off the car and Sean jumped out and ran around to open my door. I shook my head in amazement. I had heard that American guys weren't gentlemen; another stereotype broken. He shut the door behind me and then proceeded to help me bring my purchases inside. Sean even helped me put the things away. When we had finished and I offered him a beer, he blinked in surprise. "Aren't you eighteen?" He frowned. Oh, shite...I had forgotten. I opened my mouth, a little afraid that he would report me. I wondered if the cops would give me a warning since I was a newcomer. Sean saw my panic which made me panic even more. "I uh...well see, it's legal for me to drink in Ireland...I uh...Och, Christ, I totally forgot." I buried my face in my hands, embarrassment creeping up to make me blush. Sean laughed gently. "It's alright; I'm not going to report you or anything." He chuckled and took the offered beer. I put mine back into the fridge but he stopped me. "It's in your own house and I won't tell anyone." "Shite..." I muttered and cracked the top. Sean laughed warmly and sipped from his beer. He watched me as I drank as well. I would only have one. Not that I couldn't hold my liquor but it was illegal here after all...I hadn't realized that a lot of my liberties would be taken away moving here. I started realizing all the things that I couldn't do that I could have before. I shook my head and then looked suspiciously at the bottle in my hand. "They didn't even card me!" I laughed in disbelief. I hadn't even thought about it beforehand. "It was probably because you were so confident." Sean mused. "If you look nervous, they'll card you." "Maybe..." I laughed and took another swig. "It's sort of a tradition, being Irish and all. Beer is always around in every house. O' course, it's Guinness there, not this watered down shite." Sean laughed and I couldn't help my join in. He had such an infectious laugh. I finished the bottle quickly, not really embarrassed. Like I said, I wasn't new to drinking. Sean finished shortly after me and I tossed the bottle in the recycling bin next to the garbage. Sean walked over to place his inside so the bottles didn't clang. He then moved next to me where I sat on the counter. He stood in front of me, his back against the middle island, only about four inches away from me. We stared at each other before he finally broke the tense but comfortable silence. "What are you doing for dinner?" He asked. I blinked in surprise. It was only noon. I looked at the clock and he did as well, suddenly realizing the time. "What about lunch and dinner?" I grinned and shrugged. "What did you have in mind?" "The beach." He suggested. "We can burn some time there." I nodded, mulling it over. It sounded good...water...Sean...I shuddered and slid off the counter, brushing up against him. I swore that he groaned a little right before I flounced off towards my room. "I'll just get ready then. I'll only be a minute!" I called out as I shut my door behind me. I slipped into dark sapphire blue bikini with emerald green straps and gold metal hoops on my hips and between my C-cup breasts. I pulled on an emerald green gypsy skirt with dark blue Celtic knots at the base and around my hips. I slipped a blue cami on over my bikini top of put on gold sandals before I came back out of my room, throwing my purse over my shoulder and walking up to where Sean waited in my kitchen. His eyes traveled my body slowly and deliberately. I smiled sweetly and gestured to my garage. "So are we taking my car or yours?" I so badly wanted to get into that Lamborghini of his. Sean must have known it because he headed towards my front door and turned to face me with his hand on the knob. "Mine." He growled as his eyes raked my body again. He opened the door and I leaned in to close the garage door before hurrying after him. Once inside his cherry red Lamborghini I sighed in pleasure. God, he had been right; this was so much better than my R8, but I did love my car. The seat cupped my ass perfectly and I closed my eyes and smiled. Maybe America wouldn't be so bad after all. Sean slid in next to me and I opened my eyes again to look at him. There was a twinkle in his eyes and I laughed. "Nice car." My voice was throaty, but I couldn't help it; cars just did it for me. Sean started up the car and it roared powerfully before settling down to a growl as it idled in his driveway. I wondered why this was outside and not in the garage so I asked. Sean laughed, "I figured the McLaren deserved the garage more..." Oh dear God, he had a McLaren! I shivered at the thought of getting behind the wheel of that beast. Sean spun out of the driveway and I shuddered at the power under the hood. Sean glanced at me and I grinned. He screamed down the street, the tires chirping under the torque that roared out of the import. We careened into the highway like before but it was apparent with his driving ability that he had been doing this a bit longer than I had. I watched his movements as he handled the Lamborghini with utter perfection. His hands knew exactly where to be and when to be there, and his feet did as well. I thought of the night that I had spied on him while he masturbated. I bit my bottom lip and glanced down there, knowing just what he had under those jeans. "Where do you want to eat?" He asked. "For lunch, that is." I looked up startled but managed not to blush. I shrugged, "Surprise me." Sean nodded and drove a little bit further and eventually pulled into a drive through of a place I had never been. I looked at the menu but shrugged helplessly. He nodded and ordered two chicken quesadillas and curly fries. Asking me what I wanted to drink. I chose tea and he quickly told the woman through the speaker. We pulled up with a low growl and I heard the door slide open and the woman start to say the price but stopped short with a soft gasp. I leaned forward to look out the window, the car was too low to see out of his window, and I saw the woman looking not at the car but at Sean. I growled unhappily, not even realizing my jealousy until it happened. I glanced at Sean but he was just watching me. I smiled at him and he grinned back. "Fourteen sixty-seven." The woman said breathlessly. Sean tore his eyes away from me to glance up at the woman. "What?" She seemed to know that he wasn't interested in her cleavage or her face and her tone changed dramatically. "Fourteen sixty-seven." She repeated but with sad look to her eyes. She spotted me looking out from the front window and glared at me. I sat back in my seat and frowned. "Alright..." I muttered. Sean laughed and paid the woman, hardly glancing at her until she handed back his card and our food. He pulled into a parking space and opened up the bag. He was going to eat in his car? It was impeccable; spotless...I panicked, not wanting to spill anything. I wasn't a messy person, but nerves could do that to a person. "Relax." Sean advised with a chuckle at my expression. "I take it in to get cleaned every couple weeks. It's no problem." "Ha ha, yeah sure." I muttered and took the offered food. I opened it up and bit into it daintily, hating eating while people watched me; especially Sean for some reason. He, on the other hand, didn't seem to mind at all and dived into the quesadilla wrap type thing. It was delicious and soon enough I was eating normally and laughing as Sean and I talked about our pasts. He was a writer, which was why he was so rich. He wrote mystery novels and historical horror books. I would have never pegged him as that type. I had never met a writer before and couldn't help but be a little awed. Sean and I finished lunch fairly quickly and he started driving to the beach. I wondered if it would be anything like Spain. One of my favorite beaches was there. They had some really cool caves and the water was perfectly azure. When we pulled up to the beach, parking next to some other cars, I hopped out, grabbing the towel and sun block I had snagged before leaving the house. I followed Sean after taking off my sandals. He reached out for my hand and held it as we walked down to the shoreline. I bit my bottom lip and smiled excitedly. Lily was right; he really was crushing on me. Sean let me pick a spot and I laid my towel down next to his. I put my sandals down and my purse. He held his hand out for the sun block and I gave it to him wordlessly. He motioned for me to lie down and my stomach jumped as I slipped my cami off and laid it down on top of my purse. I lay down and Sean knelt next to me, slipping his shirt off and throwing it down on his towel. I knew that from there he would definitely be able to see the tattoo on my back I had gotten a few months ago: it was a pentagram with a blue spirit wolf made out of mist and real body like smoke behind the pentagram which had runes on the ancient stone looking surface that said, "MY SOUL WILL SURVIVE." "Relax, Áine." He murmured above me; I hadn't realized that I was tense. Sean's hands suddenly started massaging my back. He had warmed the sun block in his hands before putting it on me. His fingers massaged into my muscles and I sighed happily, putting my arms under my head and putting my face towards Sean. He put more sun block on me and I smiled lazily as he worked it into my freckled skin. His hands worked under the strap of my bikini top and my skin shivered under his touch as his hands brushed the sides of my breasts but he didn't go further. The area of my tattoo was much more sensitive than the rest of my skin and Sean's hands felt wonderful as he worked the lotion into that area. It really did look like he was simply putting sun block on me but I knew that there was something more to it just from the way he was looking at me. I grinned and closed my eyes as he worked it into my lower back. I jumped a little when his fingers slipped my skirt down my legs and he placed it neatly on top of my shirt. I sighed audibly as he started working sun block onto my legs and hips. He finished and handed me the sun block with a small grin. "That tattoo is gorgeous, Áine." He purred above me as I took the sun block and sat up. I just smiled up at him as he sat back on his heels. "You might want to get your front..." His words trailed off but I just smiled. He was still being a bit of a gentleman and it was really making me want him even more. I didn't let it show however and shrugged nonchalantly, quickly working the lotion onto my bare skin and watched as his eyes followed my hands carefully. I licked my lips and put a blasé expression back on my face. "Want me to do you?" I asked sweetly and innocently. Sean's eyes flickered heat but he simply nodded and I pushed him back down on his towel gently. He fell back on his elbows and I motioned for him to roll over. Groaning gently and playfully, he rolled onto his back and rested his chin on his arms. With a wicked grin, I held the sun block bottle over his back and squeezed it gently. The cold lotion fell onto his skin and he sucked in a breath, his skin twitching at the cold. I giggled and put down the tube before I started working the lotion into his golden, flawless, and hairless back. He groaned as I kneaded his muscles and slipped my hands just under his swimming trunks not going past the band. I sat back on my heels before lying down next to him and watching him with a sweet smile on my face. "Want to go for a dip?" I meant the water of course, and I said it with a sweet, innocent tone, but Sean just groaned and shook his head. I laughed. "You made me jell-o." He muttered with a silly grin. I laughed again and lay on my back, shielding my eyes from the sun with my hand. Sean looked over at me and I held out the sun block. He shook his head and rolled over with a grin. I gave him a playful but wary smile but he just folded his arms behind his head and closed his eyes with a yawn. He was going to burn like that. I took the tube of sun block and holding above his skin, I let it drip down onto his abdomen. It clenched under the lotion and a sideways grin moved onto his face. I looked around but the people were mostly just sunbathing or sleeping in the sun. I took my hands, biting down on my lower lip and flexed my hands briefly before starting to massage the lotion in. God, even relaxed his muscles were like rocks! My hands dragged over his shoulders and down his defined chest, sliding over every hard ridge of his abdomen, using the lotion as an excuse to feel every small detail. His abdomen was insanely hard, my fingers slid over every ridge and I felt his skin shiver under my touch. Again, I dipped my hand to get under the hem of his trunks and then took my hands away suddenly and hopped up. Sean watched me lazily as I walked away from him backwards down to the water. He wasn't getting up so I shrugged and spotted some guys playing some American football a few feet away and I stopped to watch them curiously. It looked like rugby, just not as rough, probably because some girls were playing with them. One of the girls left suddenly, waving a farewell as she went back to her car. My hands were on my hips as I watched them. They were decent looking guys but not nearly as sinful looking as Sean was. They caught me watching them and coaxed me over to play with them. I bit my bottom lip nervously. I had no idea what to do. "Come on, we don't bite!" They called over and I walked over to them a little skittish. They came over with big grins and introduced themselves. "I'm Áine ó Conchobhair; ye can just call me Áine though." They seemed fascinated by my brogue. "You're from Ireland?" One asked. I laughed, "Northern Ireland, really." "Oh yeah, isn't that like a different country or something from Ireland?" One of the guys asked smartly. I smiled and nodded. "So do you know how to play American football?" I shook my head, biting my bottom lip with a grin and a small laugh. They didn't seem to mind and soon enough, they were teaching me how to play. I caught on quickly and they explained the rules and we started playing. There were only two other girls and they were on the other team. I had played football before, or well, I supposed it was called soccer over here, and that made me fast, but even fast wasn't fast in a bikini. My teammate threw the ball to me and I caught it, running backwards and started to duck and weave between the other team to score a...touchdown, they called it. I didn't make it before a guy from the opposite team grabbed me and picked me up. I squealed in the air and he set me down. My team started where I stopped and soon, one of the guys scored a touchdown. That was the last time that a guy caught the ball. Soon, they were only throwing it to the girls and as I watched the other team grab the ball, I realized that the guys were feeling them up as they grabbed them. I wasn't so sure that this was a good idea anymore but then the ball was soaring through the air towards me and I caught it and ran towards the end-zone. I ducked two guys and saw that Sean was up on his elbows watching me with a grin until I got caught up by one of the guys and he lifted me up, one arm between my legs. It was all good fun until I felt him slip a finger inside my bikini bottoms and right into my crotch, wiggling it around as his other hand nearly pulled my top off as he roughly pawed my breast. I bucked away from him and started slapping at him until he set me down. I dropped the football and shoved him back away from me as soon as I had stable footing, pushing him back a good several feet. I heard someone yelling and the guy had his hands up but with a shit-eating grin on his face. Miami Heat Ch. 03 "Who the feck do ye think ye are?!" I yelled at him, my Irish brogue thick with anger. I couldn't believe that he had done that! I could understand a hand brushing against my breast but actually sticking a finger inside me?! I told him so and walked up nose to nose with him and before he could blink, I bunched up the muscles in my arm I clocked up upside the face, knocking him on his ass. I had a good right hook and he had just found out how good. In Ireland, a girl fights just as hard as the men, and in North Ireland, we fought even harder. I sent a bloke to the hospital once after he tried to force himself on or should I say in me. This was no fecking different. I swung my leg back to kick him but then I felt arms wrap around my stomach and lift me up and away from the guy on the ground. I screamed and fought but they quickly set me down and pushed me behind them. It was Sean! The guy on the ground scrambled back up to his feet and scowled at me, wiping blood from the split lip I had given him. I was pissed; I should have knocked some teeth out instead! Sean's hands were clenched at his sides and he walked up to the guy until he was practically on top of him. Sean drew his lips back into a snarl as he spoke. "I can understand a little touch football," Sean snarled at the guy who groped me, "But you went a step too far." "I would have had to if the slut wasn't so badly asking for it." The guy winked at me and blew a kiss. I let out a cry of outrage and stormed forward but Sean grabbed me and held me back. I growled, my foot itching to reset his internal computer. I didn't understand why Sean wasn't letting me; in Ireland if there was a dispute, fists always settled it, or feet, depending on gender. "Look, numb-nuts, not every girl on this beach is a slut wanting to get boned." Sean was attempting to be diplomatic but I could see in his bunched muscles that he just wanted to slam a fist into this guy's face. "My girl certainly isn't, so watch your fucking mouth." He turned around and started to pull me away when the guy stopped us. "Well maybe if you fucked that dirty slut's Irish cunt, she wouldn't be panting like a dog over me and my...fingers." He called out with a snigger. I froze, my muscles bunched up in anger. He just took it another step in the wrong fecking direction. Sean looked down at me and saw the fire in my eyes and released my hand with a dangerous grin. I spun back around and stalked towards the asshole that now stood with a smirk on his face as he licked his fingers. "Come here baby..." He thrust his hips toward me and I just smiled up at him and drew back my foot and kicked him violently in the nuts with all the force that I used to score a goal in football. He let out a high pitched groan and sunk to the ground, his eyes glazed over in pain. His friends took a step back, swearing and holding up their hands, not wanting trouble. I smiled sweetly, bending over to whisper in the guy's ear, "That's a wee bit o' Irish football saying feck you." I walked away and wrapped my fingers into Sean's hand and he pulled me back to the towels. Once I was sitting, I couldn't help but pull my legs into my chest, feeling violated in the basest way. Sean sat behind me and gently pulled me into his lap, brushing my copper hair back from my freckled face. "Are you alright?" He asked with worry in his tone. I just shrugged, watching with fury burning inside me as the asshole who groped me struggle to get to his feet only to fall back down as his friends grabbed under his armpits and dragged him down the beach, well away from me and Sean. Sean followed my gaze and chuckled a little, "You really set his clock, Áine. He doesn't even know what year it is." "Good." I growled thickly and crossed my arms over my chest. The guy was such a fecking bastard. I guess some American stereotypes were true. "You know, I really don't want to be on your bad side, Áine." Sean chuckled, sliding a hand up and down my arm comfortingly. I smiled a little and let out a frustrated sigh. Sean wrapped his arms around me and the anger left me as he pressed me against his warm, muscular chest. I thought back to when Sean grabbed me before I could pummel the guy who groped me. I grinned as I remembered what Sean said. "Did you really mean that, back there?" I asked quietly as Sean rested his chin on the top of my head. It felt good to be in his arms like this. Sean removed his chin and looked down at me as I looked up at him. "What? About you being my girl?" He grinned. I smiled and wrapped an arm around his, holding it against me. I fiddled with the Claddagh ring on my finger, wondering what way I would have to twist it, if at all as I waited for his answer. The green marble stone gleamed in the sunlight with veins of white running through it that seemed to almost glow. "Aye, that." Sean looked down at me with a small smile. "Only it it's okay with you, Áine." My stomach jumped and I twisted the ring on my finger to match with my answer. Sean seemed to know what it meant and hugged me tighter and kissed me on the top of my copper head. My heart did a wee happy dance inside my chest and Sean held me like that for a few more minutes before sighing happily, "You wanted to go into the water?" I grinned and slid out of his arms and held out my hands. He took them and stood, not even pulling on my ready arms. He then laughed and scooped me up in his arms and ran towards the water with me. I screamed and giggled in delight as he splashed into the water. I wrapped my arms around his neck and jumped as the cold water splashed onto my skin. I buried my face in his strong chest and gasped when my butt entered the water. "Ohhh!! It's cold, it's cold!" I squealed and Sean laughed. "I could dunk you!" He threatened playfully. I wrapped my arms tighter around his neck and whispered in his ear, "I'll take you down with me." Sean's eyes blazed with heat and I shuddered a little against him. I wondered what he was thinking. Then, he laughed and shook his head with a mischievous glint in his eye. "I'm going under." "No, no, no!" I squealed as he started to dunk me. The water really was cold but I had to admit that it felt rather good. Then, Sean suddenly went under expertly depositing me on my feet to I didn't completely submerge but it was still really cold. I gasped and laughed as he came up sputtering a few yards away from me. I had flashbacks of him in the pool and a groaned a little, knowing that he was mine now. God this was bloody brilliant! "Come on out!" He called over the waves as they washed me farther away from him. I started towards him until the sand gave way under my feet and I was suddenly swimming. I loved the water but I had never swam anywhere but Spain and Italy, but even there, Sharks were pretty common. However, I heard that they were even more common in the US, especially Florida. I suddenly wasn't so sure about being in the water. Sean saw my hesitation but I kept pushing towards him. Something soft touched my foot and I let out a screech, drawing my legs up to my chest. "What?!" Sean yelled, worried. I turned panic filled eyes on him. "Something touched my foot!" I cried and shuddered, using my arms to keep me up. Sean suddenly laughed, only a few feet away from me and he stood up. I frowned. How in Christ's name was he standing up?! "Áine, it's a sand bar!" He chuckled and walked over to me with a grin on his face. I shook my head until he neared me, the water only up to his armpits. He grabbed me and pulled me to him where I wrapped my arms around his warm body. "That was not a sand bar..." I was a little embarrassed, thinking that I was stupid until Sean jumped a little and laughed, pointing into the water. "Hey! You were right, look, it's a fish!" Sean pointed and I looked. It was a big fish. I moved a little behind him, putting him between me and the fish. I shuddered against his side and he wrapped an arm around me, pulling me against him and kissing the top of my head. He was pretty tall, I only came up just to his nose and I was pretty tall myself. I was about 5'10" so he had to be about 6'2" if not 6'3" which I loved. His skin was nice and warm and he moved us away from the fish and higher up on the sand bar. I nibbled on my lower lip and looked up at him as he looked out over the ocean. I loved the angles of his face and the light glinting down on his skin made him look menacing and powerful. I shivered again him, my body betraying my thoughts. I was such a sucker for power. It was why I drove a powerful car. Sean looked down at me and cupped my face in his right palm as his other hand rested on my hip, pulling me against him. I let my lower lip slide from between my teeth and Sean suddenly groaned and kissed me, angling my face up to meet his lips using his thumb and knuckle to move my chin. His hand on my hip slid behind my back as his tongue pushed against my lips. I allowed him to deepen the kiss; having kissed boys back in Northern Ireland and knowing what to do to make them happy before, but Sean...it was always but Sean. He was a category just in himself. I never had pleasure in kissing before now. Sean's kiss was gentle but passionate, rough but giving and I loved every mind blowing second of it. Time seemed to unravel as we clutched each other. My left arm was holding me against him by wrapping under his arm to his back and my right hand was between our bodies, hanging on his trapezoid of his left arm. Sean's hips moved ever so slightly against me and I hungrily kissed him back. It was first time that I had taken the reigns a little. Sean groaned and used his left hand to reach down and pull me up using my inner thigh as a handhold. I wrapped my legs around his hips without even thinking about it and Sean grinned against my lips. I moaned a little as Sean wrapped his arms around me to hold me up against him. Suddenly cat calls came from not far away and Sean slid me back down into the water as I unhooked my legs from around his thighs. I looked out and saw some kids on small foam boards and laughed, shaking my head. Sean grinned and waved and some braver kids waved back. I was blushing furiously. That had been getting somewhat intense. Sean looked at the watch on his wrist and then back at me. "We've still got a couple of hours yet, why don't we swim for a while and then head in for dinner?" He suggested with a shrug. I nodded, a little breathless. Sean kissed my lips briefly before walking back in the water, away from him. I cocked my head to the side and watched him curiously as he sank back into the water and floated on his back. I came up and nibbled on my lip nervously. "What are you thinking, Áine?" Sean asked. I looked down at him. "I'm wondering if I want to float around and get pushed out to sea." Sean laughed and shook his head, "I won't let you wash out to sea." He promised. "Come on, trust me." I lowered myself into the water and floated on my back. Sean grabbed my hand and pulled me close to him, wrapping his arm around my side and we floated like that, rocking gently with the waves. I closed my eyes after a few minutes and smiled. It wasn't all that bad. --------------------------------------- "Áine...?" Sean's voice gently woke me up. I blinked a little, shocked that I had fallen asleep. That was dangerous. I looked over to him and saw that he wasn't on his back anymore but he was watching me and he was treading water. A little spike of uneasiness tickled through me. I looked and saw that the shore wasn't all that far, but it was farther than we had been. At least it wasn't out to sea. Sean had promised after all. "How deep is it?" I groaned and flipped onto my stomach, still floating. Sean held onto my hand and dipped under and my hand sunk deep into the water before he let go and I looked down, surprised I could see in the water but it was crystal clear. Sean looked a little small and I swallowed uneasily. That was deep. I could see fish down there and Och Christ, was that a shark?! Sean started swimming back up and when he breached the surface he was laughing. "There's a shark down there!" He seemed overly pleased about that. I wasn't as pleased as he was. I made a face and he shook his head. "Don't worry; it's just a little sand shark. It won't hurt you." "Sean, it's a shark." I said slowly. "Yeah?" He grinned. "I love sharks." "Och Christ, you would." I laughed shakily. Sean just smiled at me before nodding towards shore, "Let's swim in, it's almost dinner time." I nodded and started swimming, my football legs pumping powerfully. Sean ducked his head into the water and started swimming like he was an Olympic swimmer. God, this man was so full of surprises. I followed suit, a little messier than he was, but I was still pretty quick. We turned it into a race which he won but I jumped him once we were in the shallows and dunked him and ran up onto the beach as he came back up, sputtering. I was already to the towels before he got up out of the water. I wrapped my towel around me as he came up and shook out the water in his hair like a dog. I laughed and covered my face but Sean grabbed me around the waist, and spun me around in the air, putting his forehead against mine. He set me down and grabbed his towel, shaking the sand off of it before grabbing all of our stuff (his T-shirt, my clothes, purse and sun block) and wrapped his free arm around me and escorting me back to the Lamborghini. We took turns under the shower, washing the sand off our feet and legs before drying off and pulling our clothes on. Sean opened the door to his gorgeous car and I slipped inside as he closed the door and ran around to the driver's side. I couldn't help but smile as I watched him; for reasons I didn't quite understand, he made me happy. I knew that it wasn't from watching his more intimate activities, but it was just...it was just Sean. I had never met a guy quite like him before. The Lamborghini drew more than a few eyes as he roared to life, purring intimately in the parking lot. Sean didn't seem to notice the attention. Maybe he was used to it. "What's your pleasure?" He asked with a small grin. I so badly wanted to say you but I knew he was talking about food. I thought about it a moment and remembering that I wouldn't be allowed into any sort of pub, I immediately thought of something exotic. I told him so. "What kind of exotic?" Sean grinned. "Something I've never had before." I laughed, "Which might be difficult...I've been all over Europe." "I've got one." Sean chuckled, "How do you feel about spicy food?" "Love it." I grinned. "Alright." He put the Lamborghini into reverse and pulled out of the parking lot and started to drive down the street, staying parallel to the beach. I smiled and ran my hand through my quickly drying hair. It was curling like mad but I couldn't help it; it always did after it got wet. Straight hair didn't exist for pure blooded Irish women. But I never did like straight hair anyway and Sean didn't seem to mind. We pulled into a small place that I knew had to be good just because of how hidden it was. Cars were parked up and down the street and we parked about one kilometer away from the place and walked down the sidewalk, holding hands and simply enjoying each other's presence. He opened the door for me and we stepped inside. Spices bombarded my senses and I smiled. Och, it smelled good. Sean smiled down at me and a waitress walked us to a small table by a beachside window. She handed us menus and I was looking down at mine with a confused expression. Sean laughed gently and I looked up, completely baffled. "Alright, I'm befuddled." I lilted softly. "Help me." "Always." Sean murmured with a grin and slid my menu sideways so he could read it as well. We mulled over it together and finally settled on something that sounded delicious. It was a spicy shrimp and chicken gumbo that seemed to have the entire food pyramid in one dish. Sean explained that it was the Cajun way of cooking. Apparently Cajun was a mix to French and Spanish. It made sense thinking about it that way. We ordered two of the spicy shrimp and chicken gumbo dishes and when they came out my mouth was watering because it smelled so good. Dinner was amazing, the food was almost sinful. Sean suggested we go and get dessert but I was getting really full by the time that we walked out of the ice cream parlor. I had nearly refused the tasty cold treat until Sean said we could share one instead. Once we got it I wondered if he was going to get a cup or something but apparently we were really going to share it together. I grinned as I licked it and Sean did the same. There was something sexy about it. We ate a bit of it, leaning against the hood of his Lamborghini, looking out over the ocean. He raised it to his mouth after I had licked again and a wicked grin lit up my face as I popped his hand holding the cone from beneath so it bumped into his face and smeared across his lips. He laughed with me and started to lick it away but I stopped him, crooking a finger at him to lean down. I took the ice cream from his grasp and he put his hands on either side of me, against the cherry red hood of his car. I licked the ice cream off of his lips and as he started to kiss me I pulled back and ate the ice cream instead. Sean's eyes blazed with enough heat that I half expected the ice cream to turn into a puddle. The ice cream was melting down my hand and Sean spotted it and took my hand, licking it sensually from my pale skin. I licked my lips, no longer interested in the cone, letting him take it and toss it away behind him. Neither of us really wanted the ice cream anyway. Sean kissed my lips clean of any lingering ice cream, pulling on my lower lip with his teeth. He used his right arm to wrap around my waist, holding me against him and I let him support me with one hand against the hood of his car. The sky was getting darker around us and as his hips ground against me, I moaned hungrily, nearly pushing my hands down his black swimming trunks right then and there. Sean growled against my mouth, arching my back backwards towards the hood of his car as his sensual kiss grew hotter. It felt oddly sensual being almost suspended beneath him with nothing but his arm holding me against him. Sean broke away and with his eyes closed, he made a sound of deep satisfaction and want. He opened his eyes and looked down at me with glittering ice blue eyes. "To be honest Áine, I thought of doing just that since I first saw you climb out of that lime green Audi." His words made me shiver in delight but he wasn't done yet, "I can't tell you how many times I thought about holding you in my arms." I wondered, with a delighted shiver that ran up my spine, if he had thought about me while I watched him masturbating on his lanai. I was curious to know what he would think if he knew that I had been watching him all those times. His eyes burned with a fire and he leaned back, letting me stand up straight again. I placed a hand on the side of his face and smiled happily. "I'm glad I moved here." I whispered. Sean's eyes lit up and he placed a hand on my back turning me around to face the west. The sky was a myriad of fiery oranges and reds and bright yellows casting palm trees into silhouettes. I gasped in delight at the scene. It was beautiful. Sean's hands were on my hips and he was pressed up against my backside when I felt his cock stir against my leg. The thought made my heart race and my blood pump faster through my body making me dizzy. He didn't move away but rather pressed harder against me and I shuddered, rocking back against him. Sean whispered in my ear, "I want you." Miami Heat Ch. 04 My breath caught in my throat and I swallowed hard. Had he really said those words that I had so longed to hear? I wondered briefly if it was a simple one night stand, knowing that would crush me so I turned to look at him with concern in my eyes. Sean's demeanor changed quickly, back to the kind, sweet, gentle Sean from the beach. "Is this just a tryst?" I asked him carefully. "One of those American one night stands that us Irish girls hear so much about?" Sean frowned, "No... Why? Did I make it sound like that?" "No! It's just...well...you'd be my first." I muttered, looking away with embarrassment. Sean cupped my chin in my hand and forced me to look at him. "That's not something to be embarrassed out, Áine." Sean growled. "If I ever make you feel like that you have full reign to kick me with those powerful legs of yours." I stared at him warily. Was he being serious? "Áine, if I ever made you think that you were just going to be a one night stand then I'm sorry because I sure as hell wasn't planning on that." Sean's eyes were hungry again, "There's no way that I want you for just one night. You're under my skin, Áine, and I don't think I could even dig you out with a knife. I like that." My heart jumped hopefully in my chest. Sean kissed the tip of my nose sweetly and I smiled, closing my eyes. He kissed my lips and as I opened up, he moved down my chin to my neck and I moaned happily as his tongue swirled on my skin. He pressed his growing erection against my hips and I gasped. He felt massive even through clothes and I realized that I wanted every delicious inch. "Where?" I gasped and moaned. Sean growled against my pulse and nipped at the sensitive skin, making me jump. "Right here." He purred against my skin. I laughed shakily and looked around. People were walking around behind us on the street. That wasn't happening and Sean knew it. He pulled away reluctantly and with a groan and led me to the passenger door, opening it and I practically fell inside with a grin. Sean literally sprinted around the front of his car and jumped into the driver's seat, buckling the seat belt. I took heed and buckled my own. Miami seemed to wake up when the sun set, lights blazing colorfully and brightly and traffic clogging the roads but Sean weaved in and out at an exhilarating speed. I laughed as adrenaline surged through my veins, remembering my street races in Northern Ireland against guys twice my age. Sean seemed to avoid being detected by cops, which was surprising seeing that he was bright red, but he skidded onto the street we both lived on and screamed into his driveway, cutting the car engine. I jumped out of the car at the same time he did and we met at the hood, grabbing each other, molding our bodies against each other. Sean backed up, pulling me with him, fumbling with his keys. I put the key in the lock and nipped at the skin above his jugular, pleased to feel that power shudder underneath my fingertips. He backed me into his house and slammed the door shut, throwing the keys on the ground somewhere in the dark. One hand slid along the wall as we walked towards a nameless destination, searching for a switch. He finally found one and lights blazed to life in his living room. He lifted me up off of my feet and I wrapped my legs around his hips. Every step he took rubbed my heat against his erection and we both moaned, shuddering at the power of the sensation. He walked quickly into a room and threw me onto something soft. I landed on my elbows, watching his dark shadow in the room as he drew his shirt over his head and threw it across the room somewhere. He pounced onto the bed, moving sensually up my body until he kissed me and ground his hips against mine. I groaned as his hands slid under my cami, pushing it up my body. I arched my back, allowing him to take it off of me. There was something sinfully sexy about doing all of this in the dark. He threw my shirt away from the bed and I giggled sexily when he growled crawling down my body and nipping at my stomach and kissing my belly piercing. Sean hooked his fingers under the hem of my skirt and pushed it down my hips slowly, his mouth following his fingers, kissing his way down my body. He lifted my legs and I kicked the skirt off the bed, biting my lower lip and arching my back and closing my eyes as his mouth nipped at the sensitive skin of my hips, his teeth tugged at the strings of my bikini bottoms. He didn't take them off however and instead dragged his muscled body back up mine and leaning on one elbow, he reached under my back and pulled the string holding my bikini top up, loosening the tie before reaching up behind my neck to do the same. Now the fabric simply rested on my skin but even that felt too hot. Sean removed it and threw it into the darkness around us. I heard the metal ring hit a wall before sliding to the ground. The lights from his pool filtered through the windows of his room, bathing the room in a soft red and blue. Sean's eyes gleamed hungrily and he lowered his mouth to my naked breasts. I gasped as his lips sucked on one nipple and I arched into his touch, his tongue swirling erotically around and over the sensitive pearl. My other breast was being massaged by his hot hand and he rolled the nipple between his fingers and I moaned; my breath was difficult to find. My eyes closed, I couldn't keep them open even if I wanted to. Sean growled, nipping the bud between his teeth and I cried out as a wave of pleasure hit me with the light pain. He chuckled and moved to my other breast, replacing his hand with his mouth. My lungs rapidly depleted of air and I gasped in a breath as he sucked on my nipple. I ground my hips against him, my body seeming to know exactly what to do even though I had never done this before. Boys had felt me up before, slipping a hand under my shirt, but this was different this was Sean. He was only 22, but Christ, he certainly knew how to use his tongue to drive a girl mad. I whimpered when he left my breasts and nipped along my stomach until he reached my hips again. This time, he used his mouth to pull my bikini bottoms off and as I reached for him to come back up, he growled and pinned my wrists to the bed. A thrill ran through me at the power in which he held me down. His mouth kissed my pussy lips and I gasped, unsure of just what he was doing. He elbowed my legs apart, still holding down my wrists, and slid his tongue along my wet slit. My gasp turned into a drawn out moan as he sucked at my clit. My hips bucked against his mouth and he chuckled. No man had ever touched me so intimately. My breath was getting shallower and shallower and my heart was pounding harder and harder. Sean nibbled and sucked and licked at my clit, driving me crazy with his mouth. I moaned focusing on breathing; it was really difficult. He let go of my wrists and one hand splayed across my stomach while the other slid inside me. I was so wet that it didn't hurt but I jumped at the sensation. It felt so good...I nearly purred and arched towards him. He started moving it in and out of me and I started moaning when he put two fingers in and increased his pace. Sean kept licking at my clit and I mewled desperately, wanting more of him inside me as I thrust back against the pace of his hand. Sean growled and wiggled his fingers around in me and hit my g-spot and I moaned loudly. He curved his fingers to hit that spot every single time and I started moaning with each thrust of his hand, sometimes drawing it out into one loud moan as I started climbing that climax ladder. Sean's mouth left my clit but he kept thrusting his fingers into me, his thumb taking over for his mouth as he started to suck on my breasts, moving between them. I gasped and moaned and thrust against his hand as he furiously pumped them in and out of me. I started to cry out wordlessly as my body bucked and writhed underneath him. Sean bit down gently one of my nipples and I arched against him, my heart pounding as I came. I screamed as I shot over that edge and Sean's fingers still kept their pace. I wrapped a hand around his wrist and dug the other hand into his shoulder, my nails scratching his skin. His fingers slowed as my muscles clenched powerfully around him and under him. He took his fingers from my pussy and licked the juices from them. The sight was so erotic that I shuddered in a gentle aftershock. I was panting and Sean was grinning like a cat. That had almost been better than the rabbit vibrator. It was definitely more erotic having someone else's fingers inside me and touching me so intimately. Sean chuckled and leaned down to my ear whispering, "I knew that you had been watching me, Áine." I jolted in surprise and looked up at him in the darkness. I wasn't sure if I was worried or really turned on that he knew. I definitely wasn't mad. Sean licked my pulse lazily and growled in pleasure. "I watched you too, that night you had your toys with you..." He whispered sexily and I moaned at the thought. He had been watching me that day... "I wanted so badly to be inside you instead of that silly vibrator." "Then do it." I was incredibly turned on and my voice came out in a breathless, husky moan. Sean pushed his trunks down his hips, reaching a hand to pull out his cock. He kicked the trunks off and I reached down as he moved back up my body to kiss me. I wrapped my fingers around his cock, or at least tried to. He was too thick to close my fingers around. This was definitely the biggest cock I had felt or seen. I had given boys hand jobs back when I was going to school, but they were pitiful compared to Sean. His hand covered mine sensually and I felt the tip of his massive cock slide up and down my wet lips. I moaned as it pressed against my clit and the slid the rest of the way down and started to push to my tight opening. I gasped and grabbed Sean's shoulder to steady myself. Okay, that was why Lily said to wait until I fucked him. It didn't matter if I didn't have my maiden-head; this was going to hurt with the first push. I whimpered and clenched my fingers down on his shoulder. Sean hissed as his head slipped inside. "Relax, Áine. I know it's hard, but just try to." Sean groaned and I tried to relax and he started pushing again and I let out a yelp as I started to stretch. "Och bloody hell..." I gasped painfully, my throat tight and constricted. "Come on Áine, stay with me..." Sean groaned. "Come on baby..." I started to cry and he kept pushing into me. I was thankful that I was so wet or else it would have been extra painful. Sean covered my mouth with his in a fiery kiss as he surged his hips forward and settled himself up to his balls inside me. I bit my tongue as the pain rocked me. I panted pulling away from his mouth and Sean rested his head next to mine. The pain started to ebb and instead I felt the pulse of blood in the veins of his cock and how it twitched inside me. With a moan I rocked my hips against him and Sean hissed. "Oh God, I'm inside you..." Sean whispered and he nipped at my neck playfully. I murmured in pleasure as he started to pull out and the friction created made my pulse soar again. He started a slow rhythm, pulling out and pushing back in slowly, careful not to make me uncomfortable. As he moved slowly I had a small climax at the exotic feel of that much Man inside me. His cock was rock hard and unyielding as he increased the pace as I thrust my hips up to meet him. The pace was slow and sultry at times and yet fast and hard at others. I moaned with each thrust and during a fast paced bout, I started to come. I cried out his name and clutched him tightly, shuddering and thrusting against him. He slowed the pace, letting me come down before starting to move again. We were both sweating and his skin was slick under my fingers. "Sean..." I moaned and bit his neck aggressively. Sean chuckled throatily and increased his thrust, making them more powerful and my breasts jiggled with each thrust that he made and I took all he was giving and more. He was an incredible lover, my mind was just a long strain of pleasure; I didn't know how many times I had come. But I knew that Sean's cock seemed to be swelling inside me and as he groaned and quickened the pace, I knew that he was going to come. I imagined him masturbating and seeing those white, sticky, hot jets of cum erupting from his cock and I knew that he was going to come inside me and it started building my own pleasure well past a height that I had yet been. I knew that this next and final climax was going to be incredible. "Oh God Áine, I'm going...uhh..." Sean thrust harder and faster in and out of me, nearly slamming the breath out of me with each plunge. My moans were high pitched and frequent, I knew that I was going to come and I was going to come harder than I ever had before. "You're so tight Áine...oh God, you are so fucking tight..." He gasped and my breath started becoming erratic. My body was clenching around his cock but I wasn't coming yet. I held my breath against my will and cried out shortly over and over again, unable to stop my muscle spasms. "Och Christ...yesssss...!" I thrust harder against him, grinding my clit against his groin. Sean grunted and shoved harder into me, oh Christ, I was so close! I knew that he was too because his breath was short and terse like mine was. My breath was coming out in violent draws and harsh sighs, my mouth open as pleasure slammed into me with every delicious, friction-filled thrust of Sean's cock. I started flying towards climax and suddenly Sean's cock swelled inside me and he roared my name as he came, pumping hot jets of his cum into me. That threw me over the edge and I came, thrusting against his cock and screaming his name as white light exploded behind my eyes and my climax pounded through me. Sean's cock throbbed as it spilled his seed into me and I shuddered as pleasure took over completely and I blacked out, riding waves of ecstasy. "Áine?" I heard Sean's voice and I opened my eyes to see him, panting and dripping in sweat, a look of concern on his face. I smiled lazily and wrapped my arms around him. He pulled his flaccid cock out of me and I felt his cum ooze slowly out of me. It was a delicious feeling. "Are you alright?" He asked, worried. I smiled happily and purred in content. I couldn't formulate words right now. That was incredible and I closed my eyes and pulled him down to rest his weight on top of me. I liked that. He scooted down to rest his head between my breasts and I sighed. Our hearts were still racing; I could feel his pounding against my abdomen and my own beating within my chest like a frightened bird. Sean's wet cock lay across my leg and I enjoyed the feeling of it twitch every now and then, completely spent. I tried to stay awake but my body refused me and I fell asleep with Sean on top of me. Miami Heat Ch. 05 I woke up, curled against Sean's chest as his fingers lightly traced figure eights on my bare arm that held him. Our legs were entwined and I felt his cock lying lazily and heavily across my leg. I grinned and opened my eyes to see him looking down at me, resting his head on his hand, his weight on his elbow. Sean leaned down and drew me into a lazy kiss and pulled away slowly, nibbling on my lower lip as he went. "Good morning." He purred sexily. I groaned happily and stretched against him like a cat waking up from a nap, brushing my body against his entire length. "G' mornin'..." I lilted huskily and Sean growled, wrapping me in his strong arms and rolling onto his back, pulling me on top of him. My copper hair spilled down on either side of our heads, creating an amber curtain. Sean lifted a lock of it to his nose and inhaled deeply, closing his eyes. "God, you smell good." He groaned and shifted underneath me, brushing me against his semi-hard cock. I giggled bent my head down his chest and shimmied my body down until my nose was on his chest and I inhaled his scent. "I smell like ye." I grinned wickedly and kept moving down his body. Sean's body bucked as my breath fell on his quickly hardening cock. "Áine?" Sean asked, rising up on his elbows. I had never given a blow job before, but I had seen it done in the movies more than once. I figured it wouldn't be too terrible; after all, Lily seemed to enjoy it. I took my nails and raked down his abdomen with a little bit of force and he hissed, letting his head drop back. I took his cock in my hand and started stroking it with a twist and Sean groaned, falling back on the bed. His breath was labored when I bent down and licked the base of his massive cock all the way to the head. His hips bucked and I took that as a good sign and engulfed the whole head of the cock in my mouth and started licking the head and sucking. It tasted slightly salty, but it wasn't that bad of a taste like I had been expecting. Sean groaned and pushed his cock further into my mouth it hit the back of my throat and trying not to gag at the sudden intrusion, I instead started swallowing, using my throat to massage his cock. I pulled back, getting air and started swallowing him again, repeating this over and over again until Sean's muscles started to bunch and my jaw started to hurt. "Oh God, Áine...I'm going to cum." Sean warned me with a gasp and instead of pulling back I swallowed him deeper and clenched my muscles down on him as my hand rotated up and down the shaft of his cock, using my saliva as a lubricant. Sean's breath was hitching in his throat and his hips started pumping his cock into my mouth and I pulled back a little licking the head of his cock and sucking hard, using my tongue to milk the bottom of his shaft as I sucked. Sean bucked violently and yelled my name as his seed started gushing into my mouth. I tried not to spill any but there was so much that I couldn't swallow fast enough. Sean's cum dribbled from my mouth and down his shaft as I sucked the juices off and he slipped from my mouth. I licked my lips and used the back of my hand to wipe my mouth. Sean reached down and pulled me up his body to rest on top of him. I was surprised that the tangy taste in my mouth wasn't revolting but I was even more surprised that I wanted to do it again. Sean sighed and looked at the clock on the table next to his bed. He swore and lifted us into a sitting position, me straddling his waist and he held me against him and used his other hand to ruffle his hair. "God, Áine...that was amazing." He whistled and kissed my lips deeply. When he pulled away, he had a sideways grin on his face, "I don't taste all that bad, do I? That's good since you certainly taste divine." My phone rang from somewhere in the house, my father's ringtone going off. I froze and my eyes widened. I climbed off of Sean reluctantly and ran naked into the main part of his house, desperately searching for the purse I had thrown somewhere last night. I fought the ringing phone and answered it, tousling the knots out of my wild hair. I could feel the mixture of my and Sean's cum dried on my legs as I answered the phone and I prayed that my father never found out. He would be so disappointed with me. "Hello daddy?" I answered in Gaelic. My father kept with the Gaelic and asked me how I was doing. I responded in detail about the hassle with the movers, adjusting to life here in the Miami heat. I felt Sean come up behind me and run his hands over my body. I was dying. I covered the mouthpiece of the phone and whispered very quietly in English, "It's my father." Sean backed away, his chest shaking in silent laughter, holding his hands up, palms out. I smiled and shook my head. My father was asking me if I had made any friends. "Aye, dad, I've met a really nice guy, he's my next door neighbor. He helped me bring in market supplies yesterday." I was speaking in Gaelic and Sean couldn't understand me but I think that he knew I was talking about him. "Ah, have you looked any colleges?" My father asked. I knew that this was just a simple check-up on me. I quickly placated him saying nonsense about some colleges. He would have no idea. He and my mother would soon be traveling to Africa to travel for a few months. They were buying supplies now. They would leave on Monday of next week. My father suddenly cleared his throat, "It looks like your mother and I will be in Florida much later than we expected but don't worry, we're having our mail forwarded and we'll keep paying the bills so you don't have to worry about anything." He couldn't have given me better news. We didn't stay on much longer and I tossed my phone into my purse with a sigh when he had hung up. Sean was watching me with a curious expression. I bit my bottom lip sexily and swayed toward him. "What did he want?" Sean growled with heat in his sexy bedroom eyes. I grinned and trailed a pale finger down his golden chest. "It looks like my father and my mother won't be home in four months, they'll be gone much, much longer..." I purred and Sean grinned. He shook his head with a healthy smile and my phone rang a second time as his cock, rock hard all over again, slid against my wet pussy lips. I groaned and he backed me towards the couch where I grabbed my phone out of my purse and looked at the caller ID. It was Lily. I flipped it open just as Sean lifted me up, spreading my legs, and pushed his cock inside me. I was still really tight and more than a little sore from last night. I gasped and bit my tongue and held the phone up to my ear. "Áine?" Lily asked. "Uh huh...?" I could barely speak as Sean started moving me up and down his cock with a wicked grin. I couldn't have stopped him if I wanted to, and I really didn't want him to. "Uh...what are you doing?" Lily asked warily. I moaned a little into the phone and with a wicked thought, I answered her. "Sean." I groaned breathlessly as he started to quicken the pace, my pussy tight against his monster cock. Lily gasped on the other end of the phone and then burst out laughing. "I called you in the middle...?" She asked mischievously. "Bad time...really...really..." I groaned, "Busy..." "You go girl! Call me later!" Lily hung up the phone and I let it fall back onto the couch as Sean thrust into me over and over. I was already super sensitive from last night and I came quickly, clutching his shoulders and Sean kept thrusting. He had already climaxed so he was in it to win it. I bounced blissfully on his cock, slamming it into me as he thrust up. He slammed me against a nearby wall and something fell to the floor and crashed. Sean didn't seem to care He sucked one of my nipples into his mouth and bit on it as he started to swell inside me, slamming me roughly against the hard, cold wall with every thrust of his rigid cock. We came violently together and breathing heavily, I slid down off his body, feeling his cum trickle thickly down my leg. I was happy that I was on the pill; otherwise we might be in trouble. I had really bad cramps and my doctors put me on it to ease the pain but now I was fully experiencing the wonders of the pill. I didn't have to worry as long as I kept taking it. Sean walked to the fridge and I followed on trembling legs as he pulled out two beers and handed me one. I popped the cap and took a healthy swig. Sean grinned as he drank, watching me. Then, as he looked at the clock he groaned unhappily. "I have a meeting with my agent and publisher today..." Sean sighed. "I'm going to be gone most of the day." "I wanted t' go shopping anyway at some point...I might as well do it today." I smiled and took another hearty swig. Once we finished, we collected our clothes, Sean's keys, and everything else that went everywhere when he got in last night. I dressed, loving the wet feeling of his cum in my crotch, oozing and drying to coat the inside of my thighs. I walked out his front door and crossed the yard, slipping inside before I drew too many eyes. I threw my clothes into the washer and took a quick shower, getting dressed quickly after and grabbing my keys. I left the house soon after, my hair loose and curling around my face and arms. I had long hair but I loved the color of it and how silky it felt even when it was wildly curly. I hit the beach early before I went shopping, not bothering with lunch; I wasn't hungry. I instead I sat on the hood of my car and looked out over the ocean as gentle waves crashed on the shore. Florida was nothing like Northern Ireland and its dangerous cliffs and bluffs with waves crashing powerfully on the rocky shore, but it was beautiful in its own way. It was a gentle beauty and I enjoyed the wind playing through my hair and my white gypsy skirt. I sighed and was about to get up with four guys approached me. I looked up and saw the asshole from yesterday and three of his braver friends. I scowled at them and slid off the hood of my Audi, putting my hands on my hips. "What the feck do you want?" I growled. I slipped my phone into a hidden pocket in the folds of my skirt and dialed the number Sean had given me to call him, I didn't hit send but I had my finger on the button, just in case. They snickered and I bristled uneasily, not knowing what was going on. The asshole spoke up, "We wanted to apologize for yesterday. It was rude but that's not why we want to apologize. We want to apologize for not taking it further like we know you wanted." "I wanted no such thing!" I protested violently. "Oh well, in that case..." One of his two friends behind me suddenly grabbed me covering my mouth with his hand as I started to scream and struggle against him. I pushed the send button on my phone and then started fighting, ripping his hand from my mouth as another guy grabbed my legs. I kicked out with strength and heard a painful hiss but someone grabbed my legs and the asshole opened up the door to a blue van and they threw me inside. I screamed in the dark and pounded on the door, trying to get out. The van started up and I was thrown to the ground, hitting my head hard against something in the dark and I blacked out. ------------------------------------------- My phone rang as I walked into my publisher's office and greeted the man again. He was a friend of mine long before he was my publisher. I frowned and pulled out my phone. Áine was calling me. I contemplated not answering it but my publisher motioned for me to take my time. "Hello?" I asked but all that came out was a rush of air as I heard Áine screaming on the other end. My heart plummeted. She wasn't the sort to prank call me. She was too shy to do that. I heard men on the other end. "Grab her legs, Rick!" I recognized the voice from yesterday. No, tell me she hadn't gone to the beach without me... I heard Áine scream again in outrage and then a guy wheezed and hissed. She must have kicked him. "ÁINE?!" I called into the phone, panicking. Áine screamed again and then there was a sliding sound followed by a dull thud and the same sliding sound: doors perhaps? Áine screamed and I heard an engine rev, Áine cried out and then all was silent. "ÁINE?!!" I called out but there was no answer. My phone suddenly beeped and I looked at it in disbelief. Call terminated. "Sean? Is everything alright?" My friend asked. I turned around to face him, my hands shaking. I hadn't realized that I cared so much about her. I wanted her fucking back! My publisher friend grabbed my shoulders and shook me. "Sean?!" I looked at him in disbelief, "Áine..." "Who's Áine, Sean?" He asked. "My girl..." I groaned, my eyes wide, "Devin, I think that she's been kidnapped." ---------------------------------------- I was startled awake as I was dragged across a rough carpet. My hands were bound with duct tape which was also taped over my mouth and around my ankles. I blinked groggily and my eyes struggled to focus. I saw four blurry shapes moving around, one of those blurry shapes was dragging me across the carpet. They were laughing and razzing each other and panic started to eat at me when I fully understood my situation. I bucked and struggled against my bonds, feeling the duct tape ripping my skin as I struggled. I whimpered as I felt skin rip on my wrists and I started bleeding. Someone kicked me in the ribs and I screamed behind my duct taped lips and curled away from them, tears coming to my eyes and I felt a rib crack under the powerful impact. I wheezed and coughed through my nose which felt really strange, but I started crying harder now and I curled into a ball, trying to ignore the pain of the broken rib. "How does that feel, bitch?" A guy whispered in my ear. I couldn't believe that this was happening...how was I in the wrong? I had simply defended myself! "You fucking embarrassed me, you Irish cunt, and now I am gonna make sure that you pay for your actions. Do you fucking understand me?" The man hissed. I screamed against my bonds and gag and started thrashing, ignoring the pain in my side. He grabbed my jaw painfully in his hand and forced me to look at him. My eyes were wide in panic and he laughed, throwing me back down and standing up. I looked around as the four men started stripping and pumping their cocks in their hands. I started having a panic attack. I couldn't breathe and I shuddered violently before going slack. "What the fuck is going on, Andy?" One of the guys said and the asshole leaned down and slapped me. It startled me out of my panic attack and he grinned. "It's not going to be that easy, little Irish bitch." Andy growled dangerously and I whimpered, pulling my knees to my chest and clenching my eyes shut and my knees together. The guys laughed and someone held my torso up, rolling me on my back and the other grabbed my legs. They cut the duct tape around my ankles and I drew back my leg to kick but Andy growled. "Do it and I promise that I'll make it worse for you." I couldn't get away from them but I had to fight them; I couldn't live knowing that I let them do this to me. Pride won out and I started kicking everything I could reach, screaming behind the duct tape over my mouth. "Fuck's sake, she's strong!" Another guy yelled as someone howled in pain. I felt something crunch under my heel. It must have been a nose. I kept at it, bucking wildly under their painful hands. I smacked my head back and hit Andy in the nose. He dropped me and I kicked another in the nuts I scrambled to my feet, my bound hands making it difficult and ran towards the only door I saw in the room. I threw it open that saw stairs behind it. I ran up them, hearing the guys close behind me. I opened the other door but it wouldn't budge. I panicked and braced my hands on one wall in the small landing and kicked the door. The frame creaked and I kept at it. Finally, just as they started up the stairs the door exploded out and I ran into what looked like a kitchen. I looked for doors, exits, anything, and fled down a hallway and came to a locked door. I ran up more stairs and desperately tried windows, anything but nothing would budge and as I tore back down the stairs Andy grabbed me and threw me down on the hard wood floors. The force slammed my head against the ground, leaving me dazed and barely conscious. I could see and hear but I couldn't move as I struggled internally to fight, do something, anything, but Andy started dragging me back down into the basement, my head kept hitting on the creaky wooden steps as he dragged my body down. "Tie her up now before she comes back around." Andy ordered the men. They tied rough rope around my ankles and pulled them apart, tying them to cement screws in the floor. My hands got the same type of rope that tied around my wrists and around the duct tape; they then proceeded to pull me up and tie the rope connected to my hands to the high ceiling. The end result had my legs spread wide and my arms were holding up my body. I could barely move an inch and I started weakly moving, starting to get feeling back into my body. I moaned, feeling helplessly like a bug caught in a spider's web. My head hung limply against my chest, my hair spilled down my back and front. I felt hands on my body and I tried desperately to move away but the ropes just wiggled tightly, digging painfully into my flesh. I looked up, fully conscious and saw the ropes above me and tried to jerk the hook from the ceiling. My arms became coated in my own blood as the ropes and duct tape dug and tore into my delicate flesh. I couldn't get enough leverage. I couldn't even bend my elbows because I was tied down by my ankles as well. Andy came over and ripped the duct tape from my mouth and I screamed at the top of my lungs, tears flooding down my cheeks. I heard someone behind me start taking pictures with a film camera, hearing the lens open and close mechanically with each push. "Go ahead, scream. The basement is sound proof. No one can hear you." Andy laughed with the other guys. I started cussing at them in Gaelic, too terrified to speak in English. The other guys laughed and Andy brought out a knife. My wide eyes followed his movement and my voice died in my throat as he came closer. He placed the blade against my exposed stomach and I felt the blade pierce my skin with an agonizing slowness. He didn't push farther, just sliced my side with a shallow cut. I screamed and jerked against the ropes. I had no idea what he was going to do and I cried harder, tears blinding me. "Since you broke Rick's nose, I'm going to let him break something of yours." Andy laughed and I blinked to clear the tears and saw a man with blood on his face come forward and stand in front of me like a punching bag. The muscles bunched in his arm and I closed my eyes waiting for the pain. I heard the camera again; it was becoming a constant background noise. Rick's fist slammed into my left side and I grunted, but refused to scream. They wanted to hear me scream...I wouldn't allow it. Rick punched me again and I felt at least two ribs break violently. I coughed and groaned as Rick backed away. "Luckily you didn't break anything else." Andy smiled darkly. "However, it's not over for you yet." I hung my head limply again, trying to breathe without pain but I had broken ribs on either side of my body and it was a chore just to draw in breath. I could feel blood trickling down my side where Andy cut me. I lifted my head when I heard movement again. I saw Andy stroking his cock to fullness. It was pitiful compared to Sean but it would still do the same damage. I whimpered and tried to get away but Andy grabbed my panties and ripped them from me body, shoving my skirt up my body and then grabbed my hips and rammed into me. I was bone dry and I screamed as pain seared through me. Andy may not have been long, but he was thick and the lack of lubrication made me breathless in pain. Andy put a meaty hand around my throat as he pushed in and out and squeezed. I coughed and gagged, desperately needing air and Andy finally let go and I gasped as he kept ramming into me. My traitorous body started to respond and I started getting wet which was honestly a blessing. More tears flooded down my cheeks as Andy's breath started getting short and all of a sudden he came inside me. I gagged at the feeling of another man coming inside me. The cum trickled down my leg and suddenly Rick came forward and shoved his ready and waiting cock into my still tight pussy. Miami Heat Ch. 05 I cried out as he thrust in and out. He was thinner than Andy, but longer and it felt weird and wrong. My body however, started responded with fire everything inside me burned painfully. I bit back a moan as I shuddered into a climax. Rick laughed. "You fucking like that you dirty slut bag whore? Do you like my cock fucking your tight snatch after another man blew his load inside you? Huh? Do you?" I spat in his face as my body clenched around his cock and Rick wiped it away and slapped me across the face hard. He rammed up into me and my body trembled as he came with a grunt. As he slipped out, another rock solid cock pressed into me, sliding in and out with ease from the slippery cum that his friends had left. I cried and cried, not believing that this was happening to me. My phone suddenly rang but the cock inside me didn't stop. I heard someone pick up my phone. I had closed my eyes, no longer wanting to see what was happening. The camera still clicked in the background and I shuddered as my body climaxed violently on the new cock inside me. "Hello?" Andy answered my phone. I could hear the smirk in his voice. "No, she's a little...busy right now." I heard someone yelling on the other line and recognized Sean's voice. I screamed out his name in terror and pain as the cock inside me shuddered and blew its load. Andy laughed, "It looks like she has something to say." He walked over to me and slid his dick into my cum-dripping pussy and then put his now lubricated cock against my asshole. I screamed in pain as his dick pushed savagely into my ass. Andy was holding the phone to my ear and I heard Sean yelling. "Sean..." I whispered in pain and he went quiet. "Áine?!" Sean yelled. "I can't...Sean! Help me please!" I screamed in pain as Andy pushed fully into my ass and started pumping vigorously. I moaned in discomfort and pain as Andy took the phone away from me and put it up to his ear. "Your girl certainly knows how to take cock." Andy groaned, "Especially up the ass; it's even tighter than her pussy." Sean's voice started yelling loudly again but I couldn't hear what he was saying. My mind was a glaze of pain and horror. This was really happening. Andy's movements became harsher. "Oh God, you know Sean, that's your name right? You know, I think...I'm gonna....UUNNNGGHHHH!!" Andy blew his load up my ass and I cried out as my body reacted to the hot cum shooting into my bowels. I came hard and cried out, mortified. I had cum when I was being raped up the ass. I felt defeated. There was nothing that they couldn't do to me. "Well fuck, buddy, she ain't even fightin' anymore. I guess I did something for her that you never could." Andy huffed and pulled out of my ass. I sobbed as he put up the phone to my ear as I sagged against my bonds. "Listen you fucking bastard, I will find you and fucking rip you apart with my bare fucking hands! You give her back to me!" Sean roared through the phone. I sighed and moaned, unable to speak. "Áine, baby, hold on...I'll find you, I'll get you home, hold on baby!" Sean recognized my pain filled groan and I cried out a wordless sound as a cock pressed I into my ass and started pumping. I tried to get away but then someone started pushing into my pussy. I screamed and my eyes flew open. Rick was in my ass and the fourth guy was filling my pussy which wasn't as lubricated as it had been before. They synchronized their movements inside and I could feel my body stretching uncomfortably as they slammed into me over and over again. I was horrified to feel the pain turn to pleasure and I started to moan as waves of pleasure crashed over me. "Ha ha! I wish you could see this buddy," Andy said sarcastically, "You're girls' taking two cocks at once and boy is she loving it! Here take a listen!" The evil bastard put the phone up to my mouth as I started to cum. Sean would know the sound but I bit back the scream and instead pleaded to him in gasps, "Sean...I can't...my body...I don't want...I....AGGHHHH...please help...me...!" "I know baby, I know, you don't want this, just how many?" Sean asked. "Four...Andy...Rick..." My muscles clenched around the two cocks in my body and words became impossible as they both came at the same time inside me. I screamed and my body shuddered. I lost consciousness as I saw Andy coming towards me with a knife in his hand and an evil smile on his face. ---------------------------------------- The cops didn't trust me to leave the house as I paced up and down my living room, they watched my anger boil over several times. After they had me call her cell phone and that had been the worst twenty minutes in my life. They hadn't even been able to get a signal and triangulate her position. I roared and slammed my fists down onto the granite countertop in the kitchen, my eyes burning in fury. I remembered Áine sitting on the counter, laughing, and then Áine and I drinking beers together and listening to her tell me stories about Ireland and her childhood. An officer came up behind me but I growled in warning. They backed away without a word. These pig bastards were hardly even trying. I even saw one tent his slacks when Áine started coming against her will on the phone. I was going to wait until they weren't looking at then I would be gone, out that door and banging down every door in the city until I fucking found her. I should have brought her with me to my meeting, I should have...I should have done so many things! I couldn't wait any longer; these stupid bastards hadn't even checked the beach where I knew that she had been taken. I just knew it in my gut and they weren't willing to go on a gut instinct. I threw a disgusted look at the cops in my living room and stalked towards the door. One of them tried to stop me but I easily threw him off. "Sir, you can't go out alone!" They yelled. "Then fucking follow me!" I snapped and walked into my garage. I opened the door, slipped into my black McLaren and screamed out of the driveway past the Lamborghini. Once that beast was on the pavement, the tires stuck and I shot forward, weaving in and out of police vehicles and tore onto the highway. By then, officers were just pulling onto the street behind me. I gunned it and heard on the police radio in the car (the antenna was hidden sleekly into the curves of the car) that a black McLaren F1 was aiding in a police search for a missing girl. Police vehicles cut off the entrances to the highway and I screamed down the road going at least 120 mph. I drifted around corners until I reached the beach parking lot and saw Áine's lime green Audi R8 sitting in the parking lot. I slammed my brakes on and shuddered to a stop next to the car, the police came driving in a few minutes later as I stalked around her car. Her purse was lying on the pavement, kicked under the narrow opening between her front fender and the ground. I pulled it out and saw that he cell phone was missing. She must have called me just before they grabbed her...smart girl. The police came running up and took her purse as evidence from my hands and my chest started to ache and I could feel the back of my eyes burning. Was I really going to cry? I hadn't known that Áine meant so much to me... A police woman came up and put her hand on my shoulder. "Relax, it's a panic attack. Look, we're going to find those bastards, and we're going to find Miss. O'Conner." Her voice was harsh. She knew what Áine was going through, she knew what those men could and probably were doing to her. I closed my eyes and sat down on the hood of Áine's car. I closed my eyes and thought. I was a writer...I wrote thrillers, horrors, and mysteries. How was this any different? I knew these guys; I knew them because I created scumbags like them for my stories. They were all about making a point. They wouldn't kill her unless she really pissed them off. They would leave her somewhere that meant something to me. It was night and as I opened my eyes to look out over the water, I swore. "Check the beach!" I roared and started running down to the shoreline. Several cops followed me, spreading out to canvas the dark beach. I heard a car start and looked up on the highway to see a blue van take off down the street. I pointed towards it and alerted the police who took off after it and I ran down the beach to where Áine had kicked that prick's ass. I saw a dark lump lying on the ground and my heart felt like it was screaming inside my chest as adrenaline pumped through me. I sprinted towards the shape and saw Áine sprawled out on the ground, unconscious. Her pale skin glowed in patches under the bright moon and I realized that it was in patches because of the massive amount of blood coating her pale freckled skin. The sand around her was stained and I could practically smell the blood seeping into the sand. I roared for help and rolled Áine onto her back. Her white skirt was stained red profusely in some spots and it was shoved up around her hips. Her panties were missing but that wasn't what startled me. An EMT rushed over with a light and I saw that her thighs were stained red, her face was swollen and bloody as were her arms and exposed stomach. I saw the white gooey semen coating her crotch and thighs, mixing with the blood there. Her lips were tinged a soft blue and a police officer pulled me back as the EMT's started to perform CPR. Áine wasn't breathing... I sunk down to my knees and watched helplessly from the side as the paramedics tried to revive her. If she died...sorrow engulfed me at the thought of such a vibrant and potent life being so brutally snuffed out. It was cruel to watch as the paramedics performed CPR, not knowing if she was going to make it, but then I heard a faint but steady female gasp come from Áine. She was still unconscious but now that paramedics could move her as they used a breather bottle to help her breath. I saw bruises on her ribs and her neck as they lifted to stretcher and put her into the ambulance that had pulled onto the beach. They drove off and I sat there a few seconds longer. "Sir, could you come with me, please?" I heard the female officer ask. I stood numbly and looked at her. "Did you catch them?" I asked, my lips drawn back into a snarl. She looked uncomfortable and pressed a button on her shoulder radio. "Central, this is Murphy; did you catch that blue GMC van yet?" "Murphy, this is Central; that would be a positive. But the van was empty and deserted; it's being towed to CSI right now. We think that the Perps took off in separate cars." The officer's radio crackled. I growled and stalked past her and towards my McLaren. "Sir, we'll find them. Right now, you need to be somewhere else." She yelled at me. I ignored her until she grabbed my arm and jerked me around with surprising vigor. She dropped her voice, "When I was raped, no one cared except the police; I was alone when I woke up, alone and scared out of my mind. You need to be at that fucking hospital, not chasing dead ends." I realized that she was right. I ran towards my McLaren and weaved in and out between the police cars again and sped off towards the sound of the sirens. I caught up quickly to the ambulance and followed it to the hospital where I parked and ran after the stretcher. The look on my face must have stopped them from questioning me but they wouldn't let me into the ER. I had to walk back to the waiting room and pace. The nurse behind the desk told me to sit down and be patient more than once but I shot her a look once and she stopped. I walked past a crying woman holding a bloody teddy bear in her lap like a child. I looked down at her as she started to get a hold on her emotions. I walked away and when I had walked back, she was watching me, tears flooding down her face. "Ma'am, are you alright?" I asked gently, my own rage put on hold so I could help her. I hated seeing women in distress and this woman was clearly in distress. She started sobbing again. "My...my baby...Sarah...she, she...I told her not to play in the street..." The mother sobbed. She dug through her purse with shaking fingers and pulled out a picture of a blond haired little girl with soft brown eyes. The child couldn't be more than four. In the picture, the girl was holding a teddy bear. I looked at the bear in the mother's lap. It was the same bear. I knelt down in front of her and wiped the blood from the mother's hands off of the picture using my shirt before it could stain. I then grabbed some tissues and started to clean the mother's hands. I didn't know why I was doing it, but I felt like I was somehow helping Áine by helping this woman. I felt helpless already but this made me feel like I could do something, no matter how little. "Th-thank you." The woman sobbed as I handed the picture to her so she could put it away. She couldn't seem to look at it for too long before becoming completely inconsolable. She looked down at me and saw that I had blood staining my clothes as well, mostly on my knees where the sand had been stained with Áine's blood when I knelt next to her. Her eyes widened a little at the sight and I swallowed my building rage, trying to hide it but she saw it in my eyes. "What happened?" She whispered. I stood up and sat down in the chair next to her and looked at my bloodstained hands. I had wiped the residual blood off of them but they were stained red and burned as my blood boiled. I shook my head and she rested a shaking hand on my arm. "We're in grief together." She breathed. I looked over to her with wide eyes and knew that she was right. My hands shook so I balled them into fists and swallowed heavily. "I was with my girlfriend this morning...I had to go to see my publisher and she wanted to go shopping so she did and...and I walk into my publisher's office and..." My breathing was heavy and I had to pause to take a few deep breaths, the mother watched me with tears in her eyes. I took one last deep breath and spoke again, "My cell phone rang. It was her, it was my Áine...I answered the phone expecting...God, I don't know what I was expecting but it wasn't what I heard. She was screaming at the top of her lungs; I could hear men ordering other men around telling them to 'grab her legs' and 'get a hold on her' and I realized that Áine was being kidnapped." "Oh my God..." The mother breathed, putting a shaking hand to her agape mouth. "It's okay; go on, it's better to t-talk about i-it." I nodded and swallowed, "I heard her scream some more and then nothing, the connection was lost, she somehow hung up, I'm not sure but then I just...I called the cops and told them everything that had just happened. I mean, Áine of all people didn't deserve this...she had just moved here from Northern Ireland." The mother started to cry at my story and my voice grew rougher as I kept talking. "It got late and the cops told me to call Áine's cell phone around 5 when they got all of this equipment set up in my house that was supposed to be able to locate her position via cell phone towers and...I'm not sure how it works, but I called her anyway. A man answered the phone. He was the one who took her, he molested her on the beach the day before and I could hear...in the background...I could...Oh God..." I started to cry silently, tears slipping down my face. It was much harder to talk about than I had originally thought. The mother wrapped her hand in mine and looked at me with tearful eyes. She knew my pain. "Tell me." She whispered. I took a deep breath, "They were raping her." The woman gasped and shook her head, "That's horrible, you could hear it?" "Twenty minutes of it as the guy taunted me, holding the phone up Áine as she was tied up and at one point he told me that two guys were raping her at once. I think I lost it then...that was when the rage hit me. I started screaming into the phone, threatening him. I looked at the cops listening and they weren't doing a damn thing. Some of them were even turned on by the sounds of Áine...of her...as she came against her will. I heard it all; I knew what was going on because she's my girl, and I knew that it was killing her." I cried, not even bothering to wipe away the slow tears. The woman's hand trembled in my own. "They hung up on me and I sat there, not allowed to exit my own house because the cops were afraid that I would kill those men if I found them. Why would they be afraid? If they really wanted to do their job, they would have let me go...if I had been there moments before...I could have caught them pulling Áine out of the blue GMC van and killed them before they did the same thing to someone else. As it was, I got there right when they were speeding away and Áine was bleeding out, unconscious on the beach. She wasn't breathing and the paramedics did CPR for a good five minutes before she barely started to rasp in air... That's all I know... it's all I know..." "Y-you said b-blue GMC van?" The woman sobbed uncontrollably and I nodded. "Powder blue, dents in the side..." I had memorized that van, hoping to find them but they ditched it. "That van hit my Sarah...!" The woman screamed and started crying loudly and uncontrollably. The bloody teddy bear fell to the floor, leaving a red smear as her feet kicked it across the room as she had a fit. Nurses ran out from behind the desk and tried to restrain her but she threw them off and started stumbling towards the ER screaming her little girl's name. I knew that van had been pulling close to eighty or ninety just as it got out of my sight from the beach. If that van hit that little girl at that speed...there was no way the child was alive. Not if the mother had that much blood on her. The nurses restrained her and injected her with a sedative before rolling her away strapped to a gurney. I bent down to pick up the teddy bear and walked to the desk where a nurse, breathing heavily, sat back down. "This..." I cleared my throat, my voice soft. "This was hers." The nurse looked at the bear in my grasp and bit her lips to keep herself from crying. She grabbed some paper towels and wrapped the blood soaked bear up and handed it to a technician who took it away. She sighed and looked back at me, washing her hands. She motioned for me to do the same. I did and when she finished, she looked up at me, shaking her young head. "The girl was pronounced dead on the scene but...the mother wouldn't believe us. I saw the child get wheeled in here. Grief is a powerful thing. Just looking at the girl was a horror show. Her head...it was completely caved in and the blood was everywhere the way that she was hit, it was killed instantly, but for some reason her body kept working. Kids are resilient like that. Her heart kept on pumping while her other organs shut down just pumping all the blood out of her. I don't know how it was possible...but..." The nurse shuddered and looked at me. I was silent in my grief and rage. My hands were still clenched at my sides and my entire body trembled under the intense emotions running through me. "I'll go and check on your girlfriend for you if you'd like...?" The nurse asked gently. I nodded tersely and went back to sit down in the chair closest to the ER doors. The nurse was gone for about ten minutes before she came back, followed by a doctor who had blood on his gloves. I stood up, wavering slightly on my feet as my worry made me dizzy. "Áine...?" I whispered. The doctor sighed and my stomach started to revolt. No, she couldn't be dead, not my Áine. He peeled off his gloves and tossed them into a biohazard bin with a deep breath. He looked at me and nodded, "She'll live, but her wounds are very bad. She was raped badly, almost within an inch of her life. I don't think it would have been nearly as bad if her body hadn't fought against the intrusion. Just by the wounds inside alone, it's proof that she really didn't want this or enjoy it in any way. Her body literally refused to produce lubricant. She probably thought that she was with the heat and wetness but that was blood from tears in her vagina. Any climaxing feelings were false, her body refused to feel anything which proves that she strong if she was still speaking to you on the phone like you said. Her mind is incredibly resilient. But she'll be bed ridden for quite a few days." He shook his head, "I honestly don't know how she held on so long. She had a punctured lung but we managed to fix it before any real damage was caused. It was caused by one of five broken ribs and she had lacerations all over her skin with the worst ones around her wrists and ankles. She must have been putting up one hell of a fight. Her right shoulder was dislocated and she displaced a whole bunch of tendons in her left arm...she was bound tightly wherever they had her." The doctor looked disgusted. "I because a doctor to help people but this...this was the worst case I have ever seen when it came to rape. She's going to need some intensive therapy and I wouldn't be surprised if she has PTSD. She'll definitely have triggers perhaps for the rest of her life, but those triggers might help you figure out who did this to her. But she'll...she'll live. She's going to be okay." Miami Heat Ch. 05 I sank to the ground in relief, shaking all over. The nurse came over and helped me to a chair and I just sat there, trembling as my muscles finally relaxed. The doctor looked at me for a long moment and looking around the nearly empty waiting room, he gestured for me to follow him. I gathered my strength and followed him a little unsteadily as he took me past a door that said "DOCTORS, NURSES, TECHNICIANS ONLY" in black letters and into the ICU wing. Outside of the door, the doctor gave me a fierce look. "You can stay as long as you don't disturb her sleep. I was going to put her into a medically induced coma, but in her condition, it might have been fatal." The doctor warned me, "She needs sleep, that's what is going to make her better. In a few days, maybe four or five, she can be moved out of ICU but she'll need to stay in the hospital for at least two weeks so we can keep an eye on her." I nodded and, trembling, walked into the room and sat by her side. I paid for a private room in the ICU ward. I didn't want just anyone being able to come in here. I sat at her side in a chair, my eyes constantly flickering between her emotionless face and her vitals displayed on the monitor across from me. Every tiny fluctuation made me reach for the nurse button but I refrained, knowing that they would eventually throw me out and I really needed to be here for Áine when she woke up. I fell asleep watching her chest rhythmically rise and fall with the help of a mechanical apparatus. ----------------------------------------- My alarm kept going off and I couldn't turn it off. I groaned, asking for my mother to turn it off in Gaelic. She wouldn't do it so I went to get up but I couldn't move. I frowned and looked at my arms and legs. I was tied to my bed with duct tape and rough rope I panicked, my heart racing as I waited for pain that I knew was to come. I felt knives stabbing into me, deep and cutting mercilessly and I screamed, arching my back off of the bed. My alarm was going off like crazy. I felt hands holding me down and straps appeared on my body, holding me down. But someone...something was here and it...he touched my arm and I knew that it was Sean...I knew that it was Sean. I relaxed and fell deeper into my dreams. I floated near the top of my mind and heard my alarm again, but it didn't sound the same. It was rhythmic and felt...like an echo of myself. I struggled with the fogginess of sleep and opened my eyes. It was difficult because my left eye felt swollen but I opened my eyes and heard that soft beep of the 'alarm' realizing that it was a heart monitor. I was in a hospital. I turned my head, my throat moving against the tube in my throat that pumped oxygen into my lungs. I saw Sean sprawled out in a chair, his arms hanging over the sides and his legs sticking out as he slumped in the small chair. His mouth was slightly open and it looked like someone had put a blanket over him. How long had he been there? How long had I been here? I gagged against the tube in my throat and looked down on my bed and saw a stick in my hand with a red button. Coughing, I pushed it down. I didn't hear any siren, but shortly after, a few nurses came running into the room. They saw me awake and gently pulled the tube from my throat which caused the machine to let out a high pitched alarm and Sean jerked awake at my side. His hair was tousled and astray and there were dark circles under his gorgeous eyes. His muscles were tensed and ready for anything, but when he saw me awake, he was pushing in between nurses who didn't even scold him. He must have been here for awhile if he was getting that kind of treatment. I lifted a bruised and tired hand up to trace the dark circles under his eyes with a frown. "You haven't been sleeping..." I rasped. Sean took my hand into his and held it against my face, crying and laughing. I blinked slowly and breathed deep, still groggy but in a little pain. "You need to sleep..." "You really are amazing, Áine." He laughed as tears trickled from those ice blue eyes. I smiled but frowned after. How was I amazing? I asked him hoarsely. "After everything, you wake up in a hospital attached to tubes and monitors and the first thing you do is express concern for someone else." Sean kissed the palm of my hand gently and I smiled. My drugs that the nurses were pumping into my body made me feel comfortable and warm. I was going to fall asleep soon. "Not just anyone..." I sighed and closed my eyes, my eyelids much too heavy to keep open. I drew his hand back to my chest and held it there. "...you." Miami Heat Ch. 06 I was in the hospital for two and a half weeks; most of the time I was pumped full of drugs that made me sleep and not give a damn about the world around me. But now, I was taking physical therapy and sleeping back in my own house...or that was idea. I was mostly over at Sean's when all I wanted to do was be alone, but I couldn't break it to him. I didn't want to be abandoned, but I couldn't help feeling...well...isolated but at the same time, I could barely muster up a smile. I didn't cry, I didn't speak, I didn't even care anymore; I was numb. The cops in the hospital told me that I had been brutally raped but I couldn't remember it. All I had to prove it were the scars and broken bones and bruises that were starting to fade. My ribs still hurt, but it was confusing because when I tried to think about what happened, it was blurry and my heart started to race so I just stopped trying to remember. The last thing I remembered about that day was getting into my car and driving into...into the city I think...I shuddered as I sat on the couch and Sean started to get up but I waved him off, flipping channels on the TV, really not interested in anything but watching the different colors play out on the screen. Sean's phone rang and I shuddered at the sound, not entirely sure of why but it bothered me. Sean jumped up and ran to get it and while he was talking on the phone, I watched him. The sudden movement had made me really nervous and had my muscles itching to move, to get up, and to run away, to hide somewhere but I shook it off. My new psychologist noticed my heightened sense of everything around me and told me that it was hyper vigilance. Some sort of reaction that stemmed from my Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I thought it was absurd; I wasn't suffering from anything. Nothing had happened to me...well nothing that I could remember at least. That was what bothered me the most, sitting here with a blank spot in my mind that seemed to sneer at me. I had begged the authorities not to call my parents; they would have been mortified and I couldn't handle the shame of even the thought of being raped. It made me feel horrible dirty and guilt ate at me every day; I felt like I was letting myself down not being able to remember what had happened. Sean smiled at me as he talked and I smiled back (feeling like I was cheating because I didn't feel anything in the smile, it was more of a knee-jerk reaction), looking back at the TV to see a show playing. A woman was walking through a dark parking garage and she reached her car, a gold sedan, and was unlocking it when her phone rang and she dug it out of her purse. She answered it but then a white van screamed into the parking lot behind her and I shuddered, eyes glued to the TV. She was laughing with a friend on the phone when three guys got out of the van as it screeched to a stop and grabbed her. My eyes widened and my body started to shudder and I broke out into a gold sweat. When the woman on the TV screamed, my body tensed up and I started to smell...something damp, musty...sweat. I smelled sweat and...blood. I moaned and shuddered, that hole in my mind opened up as the woman kept screaming on the TV I covered my ears, wishing that she would stop and I clenched my eyes shut. I smelled...sex and blood...I heard...a clicking. The woman wouldn't stop screaming! I started to feel hands on my body and I jerked, fighting, my body kicking into gear and not even letting me think. "ÁINE!" My eyes jerked open and the woman stopped screaming. I let out a sigh of relief and slumped onto the hard wood floor, sweating and trembling. Sean was kneeling next to me and when he touched me I jerked away. I didn't want to be touched, I felt wrong, I felt...I moaned and curled into a ball. "Áine, baby, are you okay?" Sean asked, keeping his hands on his knees. I went to speak but my voice was raw and it hurt to talk. I frowned. "What happened?" I rasped, shaking and breathing hard. "You...you don't remember?" He asked, his eyes shining with worry. I shook my head and pushed myself up off of the floor. Hadn't I been sitting on the couch before? I blinked a few slow times and swallowed, trying to make my throat stop hurting. Sean looked behind him at that TV and before I looked to see what was on, he changed the channel. "You let out a little moan and then you started screaming like you were being murdered. It scared me half to death! You wouldn't stop screaming and you fell off the couch and started thrashing on the floor like you were fighting someone. I had to yell your name five times before you heard me and stopped screaming." Sean voice shook a little and I frowned at him. "I was screaming? I thought the woman on TV was screaming..." I frowned...what had I been watching? I couldn't remember. I sighed and pushed myself to my feet, pacing around the room violently, watching cartoons dance around on the TV screen. I ran a hand through my hair and Sean watched me with a helpless expression, still kneeling on the ground. I felt my eyes start to burn and I walked outside to his front lawn. Sean came out, shutting the door gently behind him. I was crying because I couldn't fecking remember anything! I felt like a failure, like there was something wrong with me and I could do a damn thing about it. "Do you want to talk to your psychologist?" He asked gently. I shook my head. The woman just made me feel inferior for not remembering anything. She talked to me like I was a child. I growled and started walking to my house, Sean following a little distance behind. He was always careful not to startle me. There was one thing noticeably different that I almost didn't mind. I seemed to know things before they happened. I could read people so well that I knew what they were going to do even before they did, I always seemed to know where everything was around me, even walking into a place for the first time, like my psychiatrist's office, I knew where everything and everyone was. My situational awareness was incredible. I grabbed the mail from the mailbox and tossed the junk mail to Sean who grinned at me. I didn't get bills, they were forwarded to my parents...I think they were in Kenya right now. I didn't know and I honestly didn't care. I opened a letter from Lily. She had started writing to me since every time my phone went off, Sean said that I had a fit and started screaming. He answered the phone once and it had been Lily who heard me crying in the background and he was forced to tell her what had happened or she would have called the cops. Lily was writing about Switzerland, she had met up with our schoolmates and was skiing with them. She met a cute Swedish boy and her life sounded beautifully normal. I sighed and put it in the back pocket of my jeans. I liked wearing pants more than skirts now; I didn't know why...I just did. It was like I was changing against my will. There was one other piece of mail that wasn't post marked. I frowned and started to open the manila colored envelope that had absolutely no writing on the outside, no stamp, no post mark, nothing. I tore open the seal and looked inside. There were heavy white sheets, they looked like photograph paper. I frowned. Maybe they were from my parents and the post office ruined the packaging so they repacked them. I smiled a little and pulled out the five sheets inside. They were 8 x 10's and when I flipped them over I saw a yellow sticky note that said "thinking of you." It had to be from my parents. I took off the large sticky note and looked at the first picture. My heart started racing, my hands shook, and my lungs ached as I started breathing faster. They were photos of me... The first picture was me alone; I looked at my body tied up by my wrists and my eyes strayed to my wrists and the healing wounds there. My ankles were tied as well and as I looked, my ankles started to itch and burn. I was dressed in a blue shirt and white skirt that exposed my stomach. My horrified fascination turned to dread as I saw the laceration on my side, bleeding and seeping into the white of my skirt. Not much of the background could be seen, just cement walls and cement floor. I flipped the picture to the back and in the next photo I saw me, tied up with my skirt now pushed up around my hips and a man with his cock buried into me. I was crying, you could see my tears in the flash of the camera and there was blood staining my thighs. Anger tore through me as I started to loose feeling in my fingertips and my brain started to feel fuzzy. I tried to look at the guy's face but it had been cut out of the photograph. I felt a tingling in the back of my neck and then suddenly the world disappeared around me and my hands felt tied above my head like in the photograph and I felt something inside me. I smelled blood and sex and sweat and my body started clenching and I could see flashes of a room. I screamed as whatever was inside me kept thrusting and I felt the blood on my thighs like was in the photograph. "ÁINE! Áine, stop screaming baby, you're okay, you're okay!" I opened my eyes, my body trembling and I started to cry. I saw the photos on the ground next to me and I saw Sean look but I reached for them and turned them over, holding them against my stomach, almost feeling the paper burn my skin. It was shameful, it was wrong; he couldn't see...he couldn't see... I sobbed and curled away from him but Sean wasn't taking it this time. He picked me up off of the ground, walked into the house with me, pictures and all, and made me stand up as he put me down. "What are you holding?" He asked roughly. I cried and shook my head, backing away from him. I had been raped...I still couldn't remember anything but what I had seen in the photos. The photos proved it all; I couldn't deny it any more... I sobbed and closed my eyes, holding the pictures to my body when I wanted to throw them away from me and burn them to cinders. "Áine!" He barked my name and I sunk to my knees. Sean walked up to me and put his hands on my shoulders. I cried harder at his touch but he didn't remove his hands. "That's enough!" He ordered. I tried to stifle my sobs but it didn't work and I started hiccupping. I felt him grab my hands and pry the photos from them. He took them from me and I screamed violently and started attacking him with my eyes closed. He grabbed my wrists and pressed them into my stomach. I couldn't kick him, he was too close and my legs were pressed against my body. Sean sighed unhappily and grabbed my face in his hands. I opened my eyes and when I saw him glaring at me in furious concern, I broke. I threw my arms around him and he stumbled back a little at the force but immediately wrapped his arms around me. I sobbed against his chest and begged him not to look at the photos. It was dirty and wrong and I hated myself for it, I was worthless, I was less than nothing and those photos proved it. I hadn't even looked at the other three and I did and didn't want to at the same time. I wanted to know what had happened to me, but I didn't want to re-experience it and that seemed to be the only way that I could remember. Even now, I could feel that monster inside me, that faceless monster from the photo. "Áine...Áine baby, its okay, just breathe..." Sean crooned. I sobbed and felt as his arms extended behind my back. He was looking at the photos. I begged him not to look but he just rocked me in his arms, telling me that it was going to be okay. I knew the moment that he saw the horror in those pictures. His entire body stiffened and he grew warm under my skin. His heart started racing under my ear and he shook in my embrace. I started crying harder as Sean swore vilely under his breath. I heard him flipping through the photos because his hands were trembling so badly. I moaned in shame and kept crying. Sean threw the photos across the room violently with a growl and I let out a yelp of surprise at the sudden movement. He probably thought that I was dirty, that I was a disgrace...that I was less than nothing. That was how I felt, how could he feel any differently? "We'll get them, Áine; we'll rip them to pieces." He whispered fiercely into my hair. "I'm less...I'm..." I sobbed uncontrollably, "They made...me...a whore...!" Sean's body tensed angrily at my words. He grabbed my arms and pulled me away from him. I sobbed. This was it; this was when he would push me away from him forever and never see me again. He would abandon me now because I was so dirty; I had let other men touch me! I didn't want to be me...I wanted to end all of this and I would when I was alone, isolated, abandoned. Sean glared at me and I let out a shaky sigh. I would loose him...no...I had lost him when I had lost myself. "You are NOT a whore!" He growled at me sternly. I let out a hiccupping sob as he looked back and forth between my eyes. "They did not make you anything! Do you understand me?!" But he couldn't be with me anymore. Any second he would say it. Fire raced through my blood and I started to scream angrily. "I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE ANYMORE! I WANT TO LEAVE!! I WANT THIS TO STOP!!!" I screamed violently. I started to punch his chest but he caught my arms before I could and pulled me against him to restrain me. I didn't stop screaming, "I DON'T WANT TO BE ALIVE ANY MORE!! I JUST WANT TO DIE!!" Sean gasped at my words and he put a hand behind my head and held me against his chest. His heartbeat soothed my anger and calmed me down but I still sobbed, muttering under my breath. Sean shook his head, I could feel it. "No, Áine, don't say that." He pleaded. I couldn't handle breathing, seeing, feeling, remembering, not remembering, not knowing, and not being able to control my own body or emotions...I just couldn't handle any of it anymore. I pulled away from him and grabbed his head between my hands and looked into his eyes as silent tears streamed down my face like an endless river. "Kill me." I begged him in a whisper. --------------------------------------- I looked at Áine in disbelief as she begged me over and over again to kill her. When I refused, she would curl up into a little ball and cry for what felt like hours. I didn't know what to do so I called her psychiatrist and talked to the woman for a few minutes as Áine cried on the couch in front of me. "But what do I do?" I asked helplessly as the psychiatrist explained to me that it was just a symptom of Áine's rape trauma. "She's got to get over it herself; you can help a little bit by recognizing her symptoms and triggers and trying to keep her away from it." The psychiatrist told me. I shook my head. "That doesn't work, she's jumpy at everything and so far the only things that have set her off have been watching a TV show where a woman got kidnapped, her phone ringing, and pictures that the bastards sent us." Sean growled. "They sent you pictures?" The psychiatrist exclaimed, horrified. "Yes. In an unmarked envelope that didn't have an address, a stamp, or even a post mark. She opened them up and had a really bad reaction. They were horrifying pictures and I knew what had happened to her medically and by what the bastards told me on the phone, but I saw these pictures and I know that there are more out there. They're really bad. The shocked the hell out of her and she wouldn't let me see them at first. Now she's begging me to kill her and constantly crying every time I refuse her." Sean sighed. The psychiatrist was silent a moment. "I'll stop by the house and try some hypnosis therapy with her to see if that will help. What she needs the most right now is to remember and work past what happened." "Alright." Sean nodded, "When should I expect you?" "I'll be there around 4:10." She told me, "But you need to call the detective in charge of her case and give them the photos." I told her that I would and we hung up shortly after. I dialed the number off of the card that the police gave me two weeks ago in case I heard anything new. Well I certainly had. The detective didn't answer the phone and I was forced to leave a message explaining that we had been contacted by the perpetrators. I hung up and glanced at Áine. The poor girl had cried herself to sleep and was now sleeping soundly. I was thankful for that. Her tears were like sandpaper to my heart; I couldn't stand to see her cry and I couldn't stand to see her in such pain. The fact that she thought that she was less than nothing and deserved to be butchered tore me apart. She was beautiful and smart and so full of life; I prayed that I could show her that, I prayed that I could help her get better. Putting my phone on vibrate and sticking it in the pocket of my jeans so it wouldn't disturb her, I walked over to the offending photos spread out on the floor where I had thrown them. They truly were horrible and I couldn't believe that Áine had endured that. The fact that she was still alive was incredible. I didn't know how much of the photos she had seen before her fit but any one of them was bad enough to churn the stomach of anyone I knew. There was one of her strapped up like a pig for slaughter, looking normal if not terrified, which was her right. But the other four were horrific. One was a picture of a man in the act of defiling her, I couldn't look too closely at the photo before rage ate at me and my hands shook. Another picture showed Áine being fucked up the ass and someone had cut the faces out of the men but I knew that it was the man that she had called Andy because whoever had cut out the faces left the phone against his ear. They shouldn't have bothered cutting his face out of the photographs; I knew what the fucking bastard looked like. His face was burning through my mind and I yearned to find the prick. I remembered what had been happening right then and there: I had been talking then, he had been taunting me...I balled my left hand into a fist and my right arm trembled as I set the photos down on the counter, trying not to slam my fist into the granite of the kitchen island. This was fucking torture for me as well as Áine, more so for her, but these photos showed how fucked up these people were. The other two photos were horrible as well. Two men, one taking Áine from the front, the other from behind as her cell phone was held up to her ear. The camera they had used had been a good one: the photographs were painfully crisp and showed the brutality of the attack on her young body. A video couldn't have been more graphic. The last photo churned even my imaginative stomach. Áine's head was hanging limply against her chest; she looked to be unconscious. Her beautiful copper hair was matted to her head and body with sweat and blood. She was being fucked by two guys again while others cut her tender and pale flesh. One guy was taking a knife to her legs while his buddies fucked her unconscious body and the other was twisting a knife into her left shoulder. Blood was practically coating her body; her arms were covered in it as the wounds in her wrists threatened to bleed her dry. The knife wounds all over her body were coating her in blood as well. I looked at the men: they were all naked and their cocks were stained with her crimson blood. I was starting to hate that color but it was becoming the color of my anger as I imagined spilling their blood. I knew that when I found them I would cut all their dicks off first, balls and all, and stuff them down their screaming throats until. Then I would gut them like the pigs they were and if Áine was up to it, let her cut them up like they had her. I had a feeling that in order for Áine to heal, she would need to take her hidden rage out on something. Why not the men who did this to her? My hands clenched into fists and blood roared through my ears as my rage grew. I was about to go outside and take it out on something when I heard a soft and frightened voice from the living room. I quickly walked in there, careful not to run; running made Áine nervous. She was sitting up, her arms wrapped around her knees which were pressed against her chest. She had a blanket around her; she was often cold and pale when she was so withdrawn from the world. She was looking up at me and when she saw the concern I displayed on my face, she started crying gently. Miami Heat Ch. 06 "I'm sorry....I'm so sorry that I said those things..." She whimpered, rubbing her pink nose on her jeans and sniffling. "I still feel horrible, I feel worthless, but I...I think I could do better things than die. It's a coward's way out." Her brogue made some of her words adorable, "out" became "oot" and her "r's" were rolled sweetly on her pink tongue. I moved to kneel down in front of her and she smiled sadly. "When do ye think I'll get better?" She whispered. She looked so lost, her eyes wide and sorrowful, her face pale, even her freckles seemed dull as she cried silver tears that glinted in the light. I held my arms out for her and she slid down to wrap her arms around me, curling up in my warm lap. I brushed her long coppery hair back from her face and smiled down at her. "I think you're starting to get better." I whispered. "Just keeping fighting, Áine." The fact that she understood that she was going to get better comforted me. It was a sign that she was ready to face what had happened; even if she was terrified to do it. I rocked her back in forth in my arms, gently comforting her and taking her shudders into my own body, trying to give her some of my strength. Áine had to get stronger, she had to fight. I hummed gently, knowing that music was something that she liked. As her body finally stopped shaking and she relaxed against me for the first time, she sighed spoke. "Sean?" She whispered my name. "Yeah?" I knew that I would do anything that she asked me. "Don't leave me." She pleaded softly. "Never." I promised. I had to find those bastards and make them pay and help Áine heal. The last thing that I was going to do was leave my beautiful Áine. She had become everything to me. My cars didn't matter any more, the house didn't either. The beautiful and broken creature in my arms was the only thing that I wanted right now. I would help her heal, I would make her strong again, and then...WE would kill the bastards that did this. Miami Heat Ch. 07 I sat on the couch in Sean's house, my phone turned off and the doors locked. Sean had to leave and I wasn't ready to go outside yet...at least not into the outside world. I had the TV unplugged and I was staring into the blank walls. I was mostly healed, my body didn't ache anymore and the only thing that really still hurt, and probably always would, was my shoulder where they had dug a knife into my muscle. The doctor had to repair the tendons with synthetic ones and because of it, my right arm, while incredibly sore, was also a lot stronger than it ever had been. I had scars on my body but when I stood naked in front of the bathroom mirror and traced them with my fingertips, I didn't feel disgusted. I was furious. I wanted blood, I wanted their blood like they had taken mine. I think Sean saw it in me too and that troubled me because he seemed to agree with my bloodlust. I couldn't just go out and try to find them, I wasn't nearly strong enough to take them on. I didn't have the skills to do it either. I had only ever gotten into short scraps back in N. Ireland. I stood up from the couch and rummaged through the drawers in Sean's kitchen until I found what I was looking for. I grabbed the cordless phone off of the cradle on the wall and dialed the number of the gym. They picked up after the third ring. "Yes, I'm calling t' inquire whether or not you offered one on one, self defense classes?" I asked gently. They did. They were expensive but money wasn't a problem. "Could I maybe sign up for one? Well, not just one...but several sessions." I swallowed at the thought of going out, but I had to eventually. They wanted to know if I was going to be alone or if someone else would be joining me. I didn't doubt that Sean would want to go with me, but I wanted to this alone for awhile. "No, I'll be alone." I listened as the woman started suggesting trainers. I stopped her quickly. "Can I maybe come in and explain why I want t' take these classes and maybe meet someone that you suggest would help me?" The woman was quiet but after a few moments, she told me to be at the gym in twenty minutes. I thanked her and hung up the phone. I walked over to my cell phone and turned it on. It rang as soon as I turned it on and my hands started to shake but I clenched my teeth and opened it. "Hello?" I asked. "Áine!" It was my mother and she sounded terrified but relieved. "Why haven't you answered your phone for the past few weeks?" Lie, Áine. I told myself. "Oh, I accidentally dropped my phone in the pool and had t' get a new one. I didn't get one until today. I'm in the store right now. They just activated it." I lied smoothly. "Oh, thank god! I thought something horrible had happened." My mother laughed lightly. "No, everything is fine." I smiled. "Alright, well your father and I are having a great time and were just worried about you. We'll call you later in the week, angel, okay?" She seemed distracted. "Sure." I muttered. "Take care, darling." She hung up the phone. I went into my phone preferences and changed all of my ringtones and deleted the one that had been on there. I felt better and I wrote Sean a note and stuck it on the door as I walked over to my house and packed a gym bag and dressed in jeans and a long sleeved shirt to cover the scars on my arms. I pulled out of my garage and drove down the gym and parked as close to the door as I could. I walked in wearing sunglasses with my hair down. I still had bruises on my face and tried to hide them as best as I could. I walked to the reception desk and introduced myself with a smile. Thankfully my ribs had completely healed already and didn't pain me anymore as I breathed and moved. "Hi, Áine." The woman was young, and very pretty with a nice athletic build and brown eyes and brown hair. I took off my sunglasses and she gasped at the sight of my bruises. She stood, grabbed another person to man the front desk and guided me into an empty exercise room. "Does your boyfriend beat you?" She asked right off the bat with a bitter tone. I laughed, "No. Sean's the one person in the world who would ne'er lay a hand on me in anger." "Well alright." She didn't seem to believe me. "Okay, I told you I needed t' explain because it's somewhat complicated and graphic." I bit my bottom lip. This woman was a total stranger and I was about to tell her about my attack. I shook my head and steeled my nerves. "I was kidnapped about a month ago by four guys while I was at the beach. They grabbed me, threw me in their van and knocked me unconscious. I woke up with my mouth and wrists duct taped and tried to escape but they grabbed me, trussed me up so I couldn't move and proceeded to torture and rape me." The woman's face was horrified. I rolled up my sleeves, showing the scars marring my skin and waited for her to speak. "I understand." She murmured. "You want to be able to defend yourself." The way that she said it told me that defense was the last thing on her mind. I started to like her. "Exactly." I clenched my fists at my sides. "I'm strong, but I don't know how t' fight." "Well, most of the trainers that we have are men. Is that okay?" She asked. I nodded. "Okay, well follow me and I'll introduce them to you. You don't have to explain what happened to everyone, but maybe keep your sleeves rolled up and sunglasses off for them to understand that you mean business." She gestured to my arms. "That's fine." I followed her around as she grabbed the trainers that also offered self defense classes. They didn't really look at me until they were all gathered in the same empty exercise room that the receptionist and I had been talking in, and they looked at each other realizing what all of them had in common: they all taught self defense. Then they all looked at me. It made me a little uncomfortable being with so many well built and strong men in the same room but I could tell by the looks in their eyes that they were mad at my scars. The receptionist quickly explained what I needed and then she stopped talking and just stood in the background while each of the men introduced themselves. "Hey there, my name is John." A large black guy with a genuine and sweet smile introduced himself, shaking my small hand. He was the biggest of the group and all muscle. I smiled. "Áine." I nodded. The next guy was Hispanic and much shorter than John but just as muscled. His eyes were kind but he didn't seem to smile much. His introduced himself as Manny. Eric was pale and taller than Manny but shorter by an inch than John. He shook my hand gently. He had a quiet and gentle voice as well as a lithe and sinuous body that wasn't as bulky as the other two, but I didn't doubt that he was just as strong. The last guy was black as well and taller than John, but not as burly. He was the quietest and simply said his name when we shook hands, which was Anthony. He was looked at my scars with a sad expression. His skin was lighter than John's and his eyes were a soft, pale green. His hair was buzzed and his hands were gentle but very strong. "So why do you want to take self defense classes, Áine?" Manny asked. "I just need to be able to defend myself. I don't want t' get hurt again." I muttered, wrapping my arms around myself. They all nodded except for Anthony. He was simply watching me carefully. I glanced at him but said nothing as I looked at the other three again as they seemed to all be thinking. I was the least comfortable around Manny because his build and skin tone was frightfully similar to Andy's. Finally, Anthony spoke without prompting, "Áine, it looks like you've been through hell. I'd like to offer to train you, if that isn't too forward." I looked at him in surprise as did the rest of the guys. It must not have been common for Anthony to offer his services. I nodded, "Alright. I'd appreciate that." John, Manny, and Eric shook my hand again and took their leave as did the receptionist with a gentle and friendly pat on my right shoulder. I winced a little as she hit my wound directly but smiled and thanked her for her help. Anthony's demeanor didn't change as we stood and stared at each other. Then his frosty exterior seemed to melt away. His smile wasn't big but it was understanding and genuine. "Let's go sit down and talk." He nodded towards the mats behind him and walked over there. I followed and sat down gingerly, favoring my right shoulder. "Alright, so you want to learn how to defend yourself. I get that. What I don't get, is how you got all those scars. If I'm going to help you, you need to tell me what happened. That way we can avoid any possible triggers for your PTSD." Anthony's green eyes bore into mine. I looked away. "How did you know that I have PTSD?" I muttered. "The way you hold yourself, and the way you were always watching Manny. It's in your eyes. You were terrified of him." Anthony was sitting with his knees bent with his elbows resting against his kneecaps, hands dangling in open space. He was very relaxed. "Well, not Manny personally, but what he defines. Manny is a super good guy, you don't have to worry about him, but I'm guessing someone Hispanic did this to you?" "Yeah. Four guys, actually." I drew my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around my shins. "I was um..." Why was it so much harder to explain this to a guy than the receptionist? "Relax, Áine. No one here is going to hurt you. Especially me." Anthony smiled. "They raped me." I blurted out and Anthony didn't seem surprised. "I suspected that much." Anthony sighed unhappily. "Did you go to the police?" "Haha." My laughter was cynic. "My boyfriend, Sean, found me when the guys dumped me off at the beach. I was unconscious, so this is just what he told me. I woke up, after passing out while they were raping me and cutting me, in a hospital room. So naturally, the police were involved." "So they did that?" Anthony pointed to the scars on my arms. "Yeah, and every other scar on my body." I muttered darkly. "What other injuries did you suffer? I'm asking only to be careful in our training." Anthony assured me. I nodded, "I had a punctured lung from one of five broken ribs, lacerations all over my body, dislocated tendons in my left shoulder, a dislocated right shoulder with torn and lacerated tendons from a knife being dug into my shoulder. They had to replace several tendons with synthetic ones so my right shoulder is still a little sore but those are the major injuries." Anthony sighed and looked down at the ground. "It must have been brutal." "They sent pictures to my boyfriend last week. The police tried to dust them for fingerprints but they couldn't find any. All the faces, save mine, had been cut out." I muttered. Anthony's eyes went wide. "They took pictures?" He frowned angrily. "I still can't hear the sound of a camera without triggering an episode." I shuddered. "I'm trying t' get better but this is the first time I've been out of my boyfriend's house." "Does he know that you're here?" Anthony asked gently. "I left a note." "You didn't call him?" He asked curiously. I shook my head, "Can't. I can't bring myself t' hear his voice over a phone." "What happened?" Anthony didn't miss a beat. "Sean called my cell phone while they were raping me, then Andy held the phone up t' my ear and let me 'talk' t' Sean while two guys...well..." I trailed off. "You could imagine." Anthony shook his head, "Well you're taking the best step forward, Áine. I noticed that you brought a gym bag with you. Naturally, we'll take it easy the first few times but if you want, we can start now." I smiled, "I'd like that." I changed in the bathroom into workout pants and a tank top. I didn't like how much of my scars were exposed, but I needed to get used to showing my skin again. Thankfully, the only really bad scars were on my wrists, right shoulder, and ankles. The others were starting to fade. I laced up my sneakers and entered the same exercise room where Anthony was setting up mats on the floor and getting sparring equipment ready. I helped him drag the mats out and once that was done, our first hour session started. Anthony had me get into a sparring helmet and sparring gloves. His demeanor was different again, he was like steel now. He stood in font of me and held his arms out, spread eagle, his eyes hard as he looked at me. "Hit me." He demanded. I squared my shoulders and threw a hard right into his gut but before my fist hit him, he was gone. His hand was steel encasing my wrist briefly and then I was stumbling forward onto my knees on the soft mats. My hands shook against the mats and I started breathing hard, knowing that I was about to loose it. "Get up!" Anthony yelled at me from behind, startling me out of my episode before I even went into it. I stood up, my legs shaking and looked at him fearfully. He was mad. He stalked forward and shoved me roughly, making me stumble back. I thought he said we would take it easy! Anthony glared at me, "If you're afraid, you're dead." He shoved me again and I stumbled back, barely staying on my feet. "You're dead, Áine!" I started to get mad and he shoved me harder this time, spilling me onto my back on the mats. He stood over me, "Are you going to let yourself get raped again, Áine?!" With a furious yell, I launched off the mats and tackled him. Fury rolled through me as I straddled his waist and punched him. Anthony didn't let me get a hit in; he kept blocking my punches expertly. He threw me off of him and I landed on my right side, mainly on my right shoulder. I gasped and curled into a ball as my shoulder exploded in pain. Anthony didn't help me. He simply watched me. By the time I could breathe again, he was shaking his head with a disgusted look. I glared at him. "By the time you manage to pull yourself off of the ground, you're already tied up again and they are inside you." Anthony snapped. "You have to learn to fight the pain. Learn to block out the pain. Pain is your enemy and your ally. Bring pain upon your attacker until they go down." I felt myself start to cry but Anthony didn't seem fazed. He held his arms out again, staring me down and demanded, "Hit me." ------------------------------------------------------------ I shut the door to my car and then the garage door as I walked into my house. My body hurt all over again, my shoulder was throbbing and no matter how hard I tried to block out the pain, it demanded to be noticed. I walked outside onto my lanai and stood on the edge of the pool, watching the water undulate as it was stirred by the waterfall. With a deep breath, I let myself fall into the pool, clothes and all and sank to the bottom. The cold water felt divine on my skin and I stayed under until my lungs started to burn and was about to come back up when the water-mirror above me shattered suddenly and I screamed but choked on water as hands grabbed me and pulled me up to the surface. I was gagging and coughing on the water in my lungs and I punched Sean in the chest as he set me down on the stone lanai. "What the hell were you thinking, Áine?!" Sean growled, anger and fear shining in his eyes. "I was just coming up for air!" I coughed with a glare at him. "I wasn't drowning myself but you nearly did!" I finally got all the water out of my lungs and with a ragged sigh I fell back on the stones, looking up at the bright sky. Sean groaned and lay down next to me with a chuckle. "Forgive me if I'm a little...protective of you." I chuckled, "You're forgiven." "You seem better." Sean said gently. "I'm getting there." I closed my eyes. "I went t' the gym." "I got your note." Sean's fingers closed around mine as we lay there in the sun. "Sorry if I worried you." I muttered. "What were you doing at the gym?" Sean asked. "I was taking a self defense class with a personal trainer." "Oh really?" Sean seemed happy. I suppose for good reason. For the past month, whether in the hospital or at his house, I had been lifeless and I suppose he was glad to see that I was starting to live again. Even if my intentions for taking that self defense class were more than just to defend myself. I wanted to learn how to kill a man, but I could never let Sean know. It was bad enough that I had no qualms about killing another human being, I couldn't stand to see Sean's disappointment too. "It seemed like a good idea." I groaned, "Until now." Sean laughed, "Well it's good to see you alive again, Áine. I missed you." "Anthony is my trainer. He's a really good guy." I remarked, "He doesn't take any bullshit. He's helping me get over my PTSD too...in his own little way I think." "I should come with you next time, see what you're doing." Sean suggested. I smiled. "Anthony wouldn't like it if you interfered." I grinned, "He's a bit of a hard ass." "You won't even know I'm there." Sean's fingers lightly traced up my bare arm; lovingly caressing the scars on my wrists. I could tell that he was trying so hard to make me happy but to keep me from having another episode but something that Anthony had said and physically reinforced, over and over again, seemed to be keeping my panic at bay. If I was afraid, I was dead. I didn't want to be dead, especially around Sean. After all, I couldn't be afraid of men my entire life; I had to learn that while all men were not to be trusted, it wasn't fair to not even give them a chance. Besides, Sean had been there for me, done everything for me and we had only known each other a few days before my attack. I didn't know how to explain it, but around Sean, I felt safe, I felt loved. "I want to know that you're there. I want to know that you're with me." I opened my eyes and leaned on one elbow over Sean. He looked up at me with hopeful eyes. I ran a hand down his chest. "I love you Sean, I want to be with you." Sean burst into a grin at my words, "You are the perfect woman, Áine. Did you know that?" His words melted my heart. No one had called me perfect before. Hell, I haven't even thought of myself as perfect. "If I'm perfect then you must be divine, Sean." He laughed, I loved the sound of his laughter: deep and rich and genuine. I knew that I was completely healed from my ordeal, if not for a sore shoulder and a few lingering scars and bruises, and a familiar yearning that I hadn't felt since before the attack filled me. My heart started racing as I looked into Sean's eyes, my lips parted ever so slightly as I looked at his lips. Sean leaned up and very slowly cupped my cheek in his hand and kissed me. I kissed him back, caressing his tongue with my own gently and slowly pulled away. His eyes were hot as he looked at me and I knew what I wanted. "Sean..." I whispered roughly, "I want you." "Áine?" Sean frowned, looking at me carefully. "Are you sure?" "I need you, Sean." I whimpered and slid my hand down to brush against his hardening cock. Sean wet his lips with his tongue and his breath shook as I easily unbuttoned his jeans and eased the zipper of his fly down. Sean's large hand grabbed my wrist gently but sternly. I looked back up at him and saw the uncertainty in his eyes. He was worried about me. I was sitting here stroking his cock, and Sean had the self control to be worried about me. I was amazed. "Áine, are you okay to be doing this? Are you healed?" Sean asked, holding me still. My pussy was throbbing with need and surprisingly, I wasn't even close to having a PTSD episode. I was getting stronger. "Sean. I'm fine. I went t' the doctor's Monday and he said I'm completely healed." I assured him a little breathlessly. "And the only episode I'm going t' have is one of frustration if you don't take those damn pants off." Miami Heat Ch. 07 Sean groaned as I slipped my hand under his waistline and under his boxers to grab hold of his growing cock. Sean pushed his jeans off and kicked them aside and retrieved my hand from his boxers and pushed me back gently as he arched his back, taking his shirt off, exposing his golden skin and hard muscles. He was only in a pair of black boxers now and I slipped the tank top over my head and started to ease my sweats down my hips but Sean's hands took over for me as he sat up over me. I ran sure hands down his chest and raked my nails down his abdomen. Sean's breath came out in a violent hiss. He reached behind my back and unhooked my bra, letting my breasts spill free. Sean's tongue eagerly lapped at them and I moaned, my breath fleeing my lungs as Sean's expert fingers brushed aside my panties and fingered my clit. I dug my fingers into his shoulders and moaned again. I blindly tried to push Sean's boxers off of his hips but his hips were out of my grasp. Sean swirled his tongue over my nipple and eased a finger into my pussy. My muscles clenched around him and for a moment I feared I was going to have an episode and nix this entire thing but I could almost hear Anthony's voice yelling at me and I jumped a little. Sean froze. "Och, hell, don't stop Sean...!" I gasped and ground my hips against his hand. Sean growled and removed his wet fingers only to peel my panties down my legs and throw them somewhere. I vaguely thought I heard them hit water but I didn't care. Sean moved up my body and I growled, grabbing the waistline of his boxers and shoving them down his hips. With a chuckle, Sean kicked them off and kissed me. He pulled away and I moaned lifting my hips, blocking out the pain in my shoulder, as I yearned to feel Sean's massive cock inside me. "Inside...I need to inside me!" I gasped and wrapped a hand around his cock, running it up and down my pussy lips. Sean groaned and I felt his muscles tremble under my hands. Sean brushed my hand away and replaced it with his, lowering down on top of me but before he entered, he rolled onto his back and pulled me with him so I was lying on top of him. I frowned. What in the world...? "It's all you, baby." Sean grinned as I straddled his waist. I felt his rock hard cock pressed up between my butt cheeks and I blushed. He wanted me to ride him. I had never done that before. Sean's hands rested lightly on my waist as I pushed myself up to kneel and position the head of his cock at my opening. I slowly sank down and gasped, closing my eyes and biting my bottom lip. I had almost forgotten what Sean felt like; how big he was. But feeling him pressing into me now, it was beyond divine. I opened my eyes, eyelids half-mast with lust, and saw Sean watching my face carefully. I let myself fall the rest of the way onto him and I gasped, my hand pressed against his abdomen. "Áine, are you okay?" He asked gently. I nodded weakly and moaned as I rotated my hips with him buried deep inside me. Sean pushed up against me and I felt him moving around inside me, pressing against all the right spots and as I knelt there, Sean lowered his hips, pulling a little out of me before pushing back inside. In and out we moved, the motion almost cathartic to me, before Sean rolled us over again and then picked me up, still buried deep inside me. He jumped into the pool, arms wrapped around me and we came up gasping at the cold shock of the water. Sean started fucking me in the water which was a divine sensation, the cold water filling in around his cock as he pulled out and rushing back out as he slammed into me. I cried out, my forehead against his chest as his hips pounded into me. We both needed this. We had been so carefully around each other for an entire month and finally...finally! We were together again, passionate and careless and rough. It was why I loved Sean. I didn't need to tell him how I was feeling, I didn't need to tell him what to do, he always knew. Several minutes went by and I felt my body wind up quickly. It had been too long since we had last made love and both Sean and I were breathing heavy, ready to explode. "Ohhhhhhhh!" I cried out as I neared my climax, meeting Sean's powerful thrusts with my own and feeling how Sean swelled inside me. "Hang on baby..." Sean gasped as I cried out in one long, open-mouthed moan, punctuated with each thrust of his hips. I bit into his shoulder as I came to stifle my scream and Sean kept pounding into me, keeping my orgasm flowing. I had to think to breathe and when I did, it came in desperate gasps until Sean came hard and fast into me. The hot, sticky jets of cum filled me and I cried out in one final orgasmic wave, slumping against Sean bonelessly. Our hearts raced against each other and as Sean pulled out, I noticed that his cock was still hard. His stamina was incredible. I gripped his cock and started pumping, alternating speeds and pressure until Sean groaned loudly and pushed me roughly against the wall of the pool and slammed into me again. I cried out and let my neck go limp as Sean furiously pumped into me. His arms were wrapped around me and as I bit my lower lip and moaned loudly, Sean nipped at the skin of my neck. We spent the next few hours like this, fucking and making love. The fourth time was the last and by far the best. It lasted the longest, Sean having cum three times before and only needed the briefest of foreplay to become aroused again. We were in the hot spa and I was kneeling on one of the seats, my upper body out of the water and leaning over the edge. Sean was behind me, filling me with that monster cock of his and if I had thought that cold pool water had been divine, the hot water of the spa was out of this world. I lost count of how many orgasms I had as Sean slammed into me, rotating his hips inside me, driving me mad with his body. We came again at the same time, and as my body wound down, I nearly slipped under the water, having no strength or control in my limbs. My heart thumped against my ribs and Sean pulled me into his lap. It was dark outside now and the night was cool so the hot spa felt good against my relaxed muscles. I had my head in the curve of Sean's neck and one arm pressed between out bodies, the other resting against his chest. I closed my eyes as Sean kissed my forehead and his hands lightly traced circles on my side and back. Sean started humming a little tune and I smiled against the skin of his neck, inhaling his rich and heady scent. Before I knew it, I was asleep.