Twenty Thousand Roads Chapter Seven: Come On Get Higher

Note: This chapter contains graphic sexual content. 

Eugi's
Present Day 

Branna

"Okay, it's official. I hate Daisy Buchanan." I declared as Ciaran and I leaned against the bar with our drinks.  We had just gotten there after going to see "The Great Gatsby," and I was still steaming mad.  "Ridiculous vapid bitch."

Ciaran grinned. "You don't need to be so cryptic, angel." 

"I'm serious! She let him take the blame! She's why he's dead!" 

"Well in the strictest definition, he's dead because he got shot, but I see your point," he replied, reaching over and rubbing the small of my back.  I leaned into his touch, feeling like I couldn't get enough.

It had been two weeks since our first date. We had seen each other several times since then, but they had been shorter because Ciaran was wrapping up the school year and had to prepare final exams and grade papers before he was off for the summer.  It was probably just as well, considering we almost fucked like drunk bunnies that first night until Ciaran had put on the brakes. 

It confused me at the time, because it was apparent that we were both in the same frame of mind in terms of being physically attracted to one another, but the more I thought about it, the more I appreciated his consideration. It did make me feel special.  

This night, however, was different. He had finished the school year that afternoon and was off for the summer break. We weren't on a tight schedule, so even though neither one of us had said it out loud, chances were this was going to be the night.

 

"At the risk of sounding altogether too eager, I should tell you that Finn won't be coming home tonight."  I smiled and wound my arms around his neck. "And where will he be?" His hands clasped my waist as he pressed his body against mine. "One of his myriad paramours is in town so he's meeting her at her hotel." 

"You mean booty calls, don't you?"

"Technically, but he prefers 'paramour,' and I let him call it whatever he wants." He kissed the tip of my nose. "But basically it means that if you'd like to come back to my flat, we'd be alone. Not that I'm making any presumptions."

I pressed my pelvic area against his for a quick second before leaning in and subtly licking his earlobe. His grip tightened on my waist and he sucked in his breath. He had sensitive ears, I learned that our first date. "You can presume whatever you like, it's all likely to happen anyway," I purred, giving him a wink.

"Branna?"

Ciaran and I sprang apart as I saw my ex Bronson watching us. He had broken up with me about a week before Ciaran and I met, citing that continuing our relationship was pointless because he knew I'd never feel about him the way he did about me.  He'd been right about that, but at the time, my ego smarted.  

Ciaran looked from Bronson to me and said quietly, "An ex?" I nodded. "Yeah. He ended things right before I met you. He's a good guy, though. I'll introduce you."

 

"Bronson!" I said as he gave me a quick hug. "How are you?"  "Not bad, just meeting some people but I think I'm a little early. You look fantastic, seriously," he said, looking at me with his natural puppy-dog eyes. "I think something, or more precisely someone, agrees with you."  

I chuckled at how well he knew me. "Come meet him."

I don't know why I was initially nervous introducing them. Ciaran was very friendly and Bronson could usually pry conversation out of the most taciturn of people, probably because he was a social worker, he had to make a living talking to people from all walks of life.  They got along fine, and we were all having a good time talking when the bar owner approached me and asked if he could talk about setting up a gig for the band.  

"You guys gonna be okay for a few?" I asked before going to the owner's office.

"Go ahead, angel. We're fine." Ciaran replied, trailing a finger down my cheek. 

Ciaran

Branna had briefly mentioned having dated someone shortly before meeting me, but she never really went into detail and I didn't pry.  Now here he was. He was pretty much the polar opposite of me appearance-wise, the only commonality we had was long hair. 

We stood awkwardly for a minute, then I cleared my throat. "So, how long did you guys date, if you don't mind my asking?"

"A couple of months. I met her after one of their gigs here. She kind of hypnotized me on stage."

I had to chuckle. The same thing had happened to me the first time I saw her play. "Yeah, she does have that capability. I guess it's just seeing the passion she has for the music. Um...look, why did things end? She never really said other than it didn't work out and I didn't want to push her."

Bronson studied me for a moment, obviously trying to see if he was walking into some kind of a trap. Finally, he spoke. "I broke up with her. I liked her a lot, but I knew she didn't feel the same way about me. I mean, don't get me wrong, she never led me on or anything. I guess she was just trying to convince herself that she could like me that way? But I knew better."

"I know this will probably make me sound like a complete creeper, but I was watching you guys when I came in," he continued. "And I will tell you one thing: she never once looked at me like she was looking at you. So, I don't really know you or your 'intentions'," he said, making quote fingers, "but if you're looking for something with her, she's probably receptive to it."  I tilted my head at him somewhat dubiously. "You caught all that from watching us interact for a few seconds?"

He shrugged. "Reading people's non-verbal cues is part of my job. And like I said, I tried for almost three months to get Branna to look at me like she was at you. So, all I can say is you're a lucky man. She's pretty incredible."

"Well, I'd say that's something we can both agree on, Bronson."

 

Branna came back up to us at that point. "Did I miss anything important?" she asked, looking at both of us a little nervously.

 

Then I don't really know what came over me, but I put my arm over her shoulder and pulled her close to me. I don't usually act possessive like that. "Just talking about a beautiful woman we know."  

"Good things, I hope."

"Naturally," Bronson replied. He looked towards the door. "Oh, my friends are here." He leaned over and gave Branna a chaste peck on the cheek. "Branna, it was good to see you, and nice to meet you, Ciaran." 

 "Likewise," I told him.  He went over to meet his friends and I turned to Branna. "Would you like to get out of here, angel?" 

"I thought you'd never ask," she said with a knowing grin. 

Branna

Initially, I was scared shitless when the bar owner asked to speak to me. I had no idea what I would come back to. I mean granted, Bronson and I hadn't parted on bad terms, but still. Maybe he'd let resentment build? I didn't know.

But my worries were for nothing. Ciaran was even more affectionate when I rejoined them, like he'd been told something that gave him reassurance. 

The apartment he shared with Finn was a fair bit smaller than the one I had with Ricky and Sean, but it was beautiful nonetheless, and it had a fireplace, something I loved from my childhood home. I immediately ran to one of the huge windows to look out at the lights. "This view is incredible!"

Ciaran stood behind me grinning. "You act like you've never seen a city view before. The one from your place is even better than this one" I turned and stuck my tongue out at him. "I like different perspectives, okay? It's my right."

 
He walked up to me confidently at that point and turned me around. "I think I'm enjoying the view in here even more," he said softly, his lips crashing into mine.  I opened my mouth to accept his tongue, feeling jolts of sexual electricity starting to surge through my body and the wetness building between my legs.  God, what he did to me from just one single kiss. "Shall we move this to the sofa?" he asked, his tongue dragging along my bottom lip. I nodded, breathless. 

I miss the sound of your voice
And I miss the rush of your skin
And I miss the still of the silence
As you breathe out and I breathe in

If I could walk on water
If I could tell you what's next
I'd make you believe
I'd make you forget

I waited on the sofa while Ciaran lit the fireplace and turned down the lights. "I know it's summer, but I like the lighting that a fireplace provides," Ciaran said, sitting next to me and sliding an arm around my shoulder. "It's cool, I grew up with a fireplace. They make me happy."

"You make me happy," he whispered, leaning in to kiss me. He sucked my bottom lip gently into his mouth and explored it with his tongue. I opened my mouth wider to take his tongue in and it seemed our tongues dueled with one another, sweeping inside each others mouths. Mine gently brushed over his fangs and the slight pain at their sharpness made me get even wetter. 

He drew his hand over my stomach and pulled me closer, pinning me to his body. I rolled over until I was on top of him, my legs between his.

So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire and the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love

Our pelvises ground together as his hand came around to cup my ass. He squeezed hard, and I gasped into his mouth. "Ciaran," I moaned, rubbing myself against his growing erection, "Please let it be tonight. I want you so bad."

His response was to reach up my skirt and quickly pull off my rapidly getting soaked panties. Kissing me all the while, he slipped a finger inside me and I nearly shattered in a million pieces right there. He massaged my swollen clit for a moment and then pulled his finger out, glistening with my wetness.

"Yeah, I'd have to say you do. It's more than mutual, by the way."  With a growl, I yanked his shirt over his head. He did the same with mine and we seemed almost possessed with a savage need as our clothes went flying all over the room, our lips almost never parting the entire time.  I ran my hands over his bare chest and realized that his tattoo, which I'd only seen glimpses of, actually went down his entire left side and ended a little above his knee.

When we were both completely naked, he pulled away for a second. "We can go into my bedroom if you want, angel," he said, weaving his fingers through my hair.  I was so wet, so ready for him, that I really didn't think I'd even be able to walk the ten feet to his bedroom.

Instead, I slid off the sofa and lay down on the rug in front of the fireplace. I stretched out seductively, making sure he could get a good view of all of me.  "Do you approve, Mr. Farrell?"

He knelt down next to me. His hard cock stuck out straight in front of him, and it was more than impressive to look at.

"I more than approve," he said softly. "You are so incredibly beautiful. Your skin, under this light...you really do look like an angel." His hands reached for me and I pulled him down onto my body, wanting nothing more than him.

I miss the sound of your voice
Loudest thing in my head
And I ache to remember
All the violent, sweet
Perfect words that you said
If I could walk on water
If I could tell you what's next
I'd make you believe
I'd make you forget

 Ciaran

She was flawless. Completely and utterly without a flaw. Her body was toned but still curvy, the pale white skin glowing under the firelight.  Her breasts were the perfect size and they jutted out perfectly from her chest, her nipples hardening under my gaze.  I leaned forward and kissed her neck, letting my lips and tongue glide over the silky skin as I licked and nibbled her neck and jawline, first softly, then harder as I began to hear her respond with moans and sighs.

I moved down further, my hands curving around her breasts as I teased her nipples with my tongue, first the left, then the right.  She moaned and threw her head back. "Jesus fuck Ciaran, that feels incredible. Bite them." I looked up at her. "Bite them?"  She laughed. "Not hard, I'm not a masochist. Just a little bit. I'll tell you if it's too much." I got what she meant and gently took her left nipple between my front teeth and applied a light pressure, pulling slightly. "That's it," she sighed, as I pinched and rolled her other nipple between my thumb and forefinger. "Oh fuck, that's getting me so wet, baby." 

I looked down and saw the wetness starting to seep out of her. Playing with her beautiful breasts was well and good, but once I saw that I knew I had to taste her. 
Grabbing her around the waist, I lifted her over to the chair next to the fireplace and gently spread her legs, draping each one over the arms of the chair.

She let out a yelp followed by a deep moan as my tongue brushed over her hardened clit, running her hand through my hair.  "Oh my God, oh my God," was all she seemed to be able to say as my tongue moved over her soft folds in an increasing frenzy, eagerly lapping up her juices as fast as they ran out of her.  She tasted as sweet as I thought she would.

Gently, I slid my index finger inside her as I licked her clit. She responded by squeezing her muscles down around me hard, bucking her hips against my mouth as I thrust the finger in and out of her. I drew my tongue in gentle circles around her clit and then sucked it hard between my lips as I slipped my middle finger inside her as well. 

She gasped and jerked her hips upwards.  I pulled them back down so I could finish what I started. With the two fingers I had inside her, I felt around until I found the sweet spot I was looking for and pressed down on it, rubbing it firmly as I continued to lick and suck on her clit. 

  "Oh fuck, oh fuck...what are you doing to me..." she moaned as I kept up the pressure with my fingers and mouth.  Her hands gripped the arms of the chair and I could feel her muscles squeezing down on my fingers harder and faster and I knew she was getting close to a climax.  

Suddenly her body went rigid and she screamed, "I'm coming, oh fuck, I'm coming," followed by a loud keening wail as her hips thrashed back and forth as if they had a life of their own.  It was, beyond a shadow of a doubt, the most erotic thing I'd ever seen. 

I let her come down gradually, lightening the pressure of my lips and tongue until she gently pushed my head away.  Her head lolled back on the chair as she tried to catch her breath. "Jesus Christ, what the hell was that?" I lifted my head but continued to caress her thighs. "I take it no one has ever found your G-spot before?"

She smiled and ran a finger over my lips. "I don't know that anyone has ever thought to look." I kissed her fingertips. "Pity. That was quite a sight."

So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire and the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love

That was an understatement. Watching her had gotten me so excited I wasn't sure I could last much longer, but that didn't stop Branna as she stood from the chair, pulled me up and pushed me over onto the sofa, kneeling between my legs. "What's that phrase? One good turn deserves another?" she purred.  She wrapped her hand around my shaft and and slid it down to the base. She ran her tongue from her hand all the way up my length and then took just the head into her mouth, sucking gently as she ran her tongue in circles around the tip.

I moaned. "Oh fuck, Branna, oh fuck..."  I fisted her hair in my hand as she moved her head rhythmically up and down my full length, stopping occasionally to swirl her tongue around the head as her hand continued to move up and down.  She reached down with her other hand and gently cupped my balls as she licked and sucked me. 

"Branna you keep that up I'm not sure I can last much longer," I said breathlessly. She pulled her head back and released suction with a gentle pop as she continued to squeeze me rhythmically with her hand. "What, you can only get it up once a night? I strongly doubt that."

She had me there. "Good point. Carry on, then."  She smirked and ran her tongue around the head before sucking my shaft back into her mouth again.  I moaned as she kept it up harder and faster, pulling my cock out of her mouth occasionally to lick and nibble the head. 

I knew I was getting closer and closer to coming, and I grabbed her head and gently guided it up and down. She wrapped one hand around the base of my cock so I didn't gag her.  "I'm getting closer...you can stop if you don't want to..." She raised her beautiful blue eyes to me and winked, indicating it was okay.

"Angel, I...I...oh FUCK!!!!!!" I yelled as I exploded in her mouth. She kept her lips moving as she took everything I gave her until I finally fell back, completely spent. 

I miss the pull of your heart
I taste the sparks on your tongue
I see angels and devils
And God, when you come on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on

When I could finally think coherently, I wove my fingers through her hair and cradled her head against my chest. I kissed the top of her head as I spoke. "That was amazing...just..incredible." She chuckled. "At a loss for superlatives?" she asked playfully. "Pretty much," I replied, inhaling the orange blossom scent of her hair. 

We stayed that way for what seemed like ages, until our gentle kisses once again grew deeper and more frenzied and I could feel my cock stiffening all over again. Branna wrapped her hand around it and pulled me towards the floor.

"I want you inside me. Now."

She only had to ask once.

 

 Branna

In one swift movement, he thrust himself deep inside me. He grew still for a moment, closing his eyes and smiling, as if it was something he hadn't felt in a long time.  I had never asked him how long it had been for him, actually.  I wrapped my legs around him as he began to move in slow, steady strokes.  He filled me completely and he felt so incredibly good inside me. 

 "Oh fuck, that feels so fucking good," I moaned as I began to match the rhythm his hips were making with his thrusts. I squeezed my muscles down around his cock and the friction made me ache inside.  He lowered his head and licked my nipples, taking one into his mouth and sucking it hard before nipping it lightly with his teeth, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my clit. 

"More?" he asked me. All I could do was nod.  He repeated the action on the other nipple while keeping up with his steady thrusts and all I could do was babble nonsense, squeezing my eyes shut.

"Open your eyes, angel," he said firmly. "I want your eyes open...I want you to watch what I do to you, what you do to me..."  My eyes flew open and I was rewarded with his sexy smile. "Much better..."

He spread my legs apart then and rose up on his knees, looking straight down at me as he intensified his thrusts. "You're so wet, Branna...you like what this is doing to you?"  "I love it...oh fuck, I love it."  He licked his first two fingers and began massaging my clit. 

My head almost seemed to involuntarily thrash from side to side as I felt another orgasm starting to build. Ciaran seemed to sense it too, and stroked my clit with an even harder intensity. I matched him thrust for thrust as I squeezed my muscles around his shaft. Then I felt the orgasm hit me like a freight train as I wailed and moaned.  "That's it, my beautiful angel, that's it..." he murmured softly as I came around him. I drew a shaky breath at the feel of him moving in circles inside me, not pulling in or out, just going around and around while I came down from the orgasmic high.

 He pulled me up so we were face to face then, cupping my ass in his hands as we ground against one another. "Tell me how this feels, angel..."   "Amazing..." And it did. The position allowed him to penetrate me even deeper, so deep I could almost feel him bumping against my cervix, causing powerful jolts of pleasure mixed with slight pain.

He gazed up at me with his glowing hazel eyes. "You're so beautiful," he whispered. "So are you," I told him in response. He gave me a crooked smile. "Not like you, angel. Not at all like you. I can't believe how lucky I am to have found you..."

"You know how to say all the right things..." I joked. He grabbed my chin and held it firmly as he pierced me with his stare. "Branna, I never say things I don't mean...I mean every word I'm telling you. Every word."  I took his face in my hands and kissed him hard, hoping to pour all my unspoken feelings into them. I wasn't as eloquent as he was. 

 

 Ciaran

I adjusted our position so she was sitting astride me. I wanted to see her above me, her breasts hovering over me, as she moved up and down on my cock, grinding her clit against me, hopefully driving her to another orgasm. I knew I was getting close myself.

She rode me hard, throwing her head back, her beautiful red streaked mane cascading down her back as she moaned. Then her hips moved in circles as she pinched my nipples, making me gasp. "Ah, I see you like it too...excellent." 

A teasing grin came over her face and she raised herself up, high enough that only the head of my cock was still inside her, and then she rapid fire pumped her hips up and down. The sensation, the slow torture of it was indescribable. She did this several times before returning to a more steady rhythm. It had served its purpose.  For a while all that existed was the slowly building pressure, the aching need, the yearning toward completion, for both of us.

Finally, the dam broke. "Fuck, Ciaran! I'm coming again! Oh God! Fuck!" Her muscles again clasped my cock frantically and it was too much for me and I came as well, saying nothing but her sweet name over and over as I spilled my seed deep inside her.  

We were silent for a moment, and then with a soft whimper she collapsed on top of me.

We lay there watching the fire, holding on to one another as we came down from the post-orgasm haze. "That was..." I started to say when she interrupted. "Earth-shattering? Mind-blowing?" I laughed and pulled her closer. "All of the above, angel. All of the above."

"Ciaran, if you don't mind my asking, how long has it been for you?"

"Truthfully? Three years." She lifted her head from my chest, her eyes wide with surprise. "Seriously? But you're really hot...I mean, there had to have been opportunity..."  I traced my fingers along the planes of her face. "There was, but I was waiting for someone special to me. I found her."

She smiled almost shyly. "I hope I was worth the wait."

I pulled her closer. "More than you know, angel," I whispered. "More than you know."

It's all wrong, it's all wrong
It's all wrong, it's so right
So come on, get higher
So come on and get higher
'Cause everything works, love
Everything works in your arms. 

Song: " Come On Get Higher" by Matt Nathanson

 

 

 

 

Twenty Thousand Roads Chapter Five: Feel Again

Hades/Kavanagh Residence
Present Day

Branna

As we rode down in the elevator, I noticed Ciaran kept looking over at me. Little looks, almost shy.  Finally, he held my gaze for more than a second. “What’s up, you act like you’ve never seen a girl in a dress before.”

“No, I’ve never seen YOU in a dress before.” he replied. “I got the feeling last night that it wasn’t quite your thing.”

I shrugged. “Usually that’s true.” I laughed a bit self-consciously. “I mean, I’m not a slob or anything, I like to be feminine and all that, but I guess I associate dresses with special occasions...”

Way to go, Kavanagh. Slap yourself now. Hard.

“Not that this isn’t special, it’s just...” Ciaran smiled and put his hand on my shoulder. “It’s okay, I know what you meant. Weddings and funerals, eh?”

Relieved, I exhaled hard. “Exactly. I’m so glad you got what I meant.” I leaned back against the elevator wall. “But it’s not as if this dress is uncomfortable or something. Ricky picked it out for me.”

Ciaran’s smile grew a little wider as he looked me up and down. It wasn’t in a lecherous way, more...admiring? I suppose.  I’d always been used to guys in my age group not knowing how to express admiration towards females without looking like they were about to go rub one out.  Ciaran just looked like he was appreciating me. I liked it. It made me feel...pretty.

“I’ll need to thank Ricky for that. But I get the feeling you’re beautiful no matter what you choose to wear.”

The elevator opened at the ground floor then. Good thing too, since I was on the verge of jumping him and letting him have my body pretty much any way he wanted.

 

Ciaran

Oddly enough, her nervousness set me at ease. It was such a startling departure from the take-no-crap brawler from the night before.  But it served to give her even more dimension. And besides that, it was incredibly endearing.  It made me want to hug her and kiss her pink cheeks and tell her there was nothing to be nervous about, that I liked her already, and that I had a good feeling about her and I.

I didn’t though, fearing she might find me too pushy or worse, too weird. I settled instead for taking her hand and leading her to my car. 

When we got there, I opened the door for her. She looked a little surprised at first, but then she smiled and got into the passenger side.  Made me kind of wonder what kind of fellas she’d been dating before me. I thought that kind of gesture was pretty much standard. Once I made sure she was settled, I got into the driver’s side.  Before I started the car, I looked over at her. The moonlight bounced off her pale skin and made her almost seem to glow. Her black hair tumbled over her shoulders in silky, slightly unkempt waves. Her lips were touched with a soft pink gloss.

At that moment I was almost completely overwhelmed with the desire to kiss her. Not go anywhere, just sit there and kiss her until our lips were swollen and we were totally breathless.  I started the car instead.

We were quiet as I pulled out into traffic, but she finally spoke when we got moving. “So, did you have a hard time adjusting to driving here?”

I chuckled. “Not really. Compared to most of Ireland, driving here is pretty easy.”

“No roundabouts here.”

“You’ve been to Ireland, Branna?”

She looked at me like I was thick for a second. “Of course I have. We went to Galway every summer when I was growing up, but we stopped once the oldest ones got out of high school. My parents still go.”

I pulled the car up in front of the restaurant.  Branna’s eyes got wide when she saw we were at Constantine, one of the hottest restaurants in the city.  Reservations had to usually be made weeks, even months in advance.

“Dude, this is Constantine.”

“Yes.”

“How the hell did you manage to get into Constantine?”

I got out of the car and came around to her side and opened her door. “I’m friendly with one of the chefs.”  Her face registered confusion first, then the realization came over her. “Finn?”

I nodded. “The one and only.”

She grinned as I walked with her towards the hostess area. “Must be nice to have friends in high places.”

When I told Finn I had asked Branna out, he told me, “Be at Constantine at 8. Leave the rest to me. The head chef owes me a favor and I’m going to cash it in on you two. Feel special, wanker.” I did, especially when all I had to do was go to the desk, say my name, and we were led to an outside table facing the water.

It's been a long time comin' since I've seen your face
I've been everywhere and back tryin' to replace
everything I've had until my feet went numb
Praying like a fool that's been on the run
Heart's still beating but it's not working
It's like a million dollar phone that just can't ring
I reached out tried to love but I feel nothing
Yeah, my heart is numb. 

“Are you sure you’re not secretly a high roller?” Branna asked as she took in the place in.

“I swear I’m not. I’m just lucky to know someone with a wee bit of influence.”

 I got back to what we were discussing in the car. “And what was your favorite place in Galway?”

She smiled a bit wistfully and looked towards the water. “Inishmore.”

Inishmore was one of the Aran Islands, a land mass off the coast of Galway. One could only get there by ferry boat. It possesses landscapes of Limestone rock, a stretch of cliffs facing the Atlantic, large boulders, rock formations, and beautiful beaches. The islands are also an incredible outdoor museum of religious and cultural artifacts.  I had also spent a lot of time there.

“Black Fort?”

Her mouth dropped open. “That’s my favorite place on the island. How did you know?”

“Lucky guess I suppose.  I’m presuming that you were the type that liked to climb the cliffs and pretend she was an ancient conqueror.”

“You know me so well.”

The server came by then with a bottle of red wine and two glasses. "Chef Byrne said to let you know that he personally will be handling your dinner tonight and not to worry about a thing." She poured us two glasses and left. Branna picked up the glass and took a sip. "Damn, that's good. I'm no expert, but that is not something you get at Trader Joe's. So...CHEF Byrne, huh?"

I chuckled as I tasted the wine for myself. She was right, it was really, really good. " Eh, I let him have his titles and whatever he wants here. At home he's usually addressed as 'Hey plonker' so I'll allow him his dignity at work. He's earned it."

At that point Finn popped out the kitchen door. Branna's back was to him, so he of course took the opportunity to wave and make several pelvic thrusts and arse-slapping gestures in her general direction to watch me squirm and not try to react. Mercifully, he laughed and went back into the kitchen.  Branna took another sip of her wine and watched me over the rim of her glass with those amazing wide blue eyes.

“Would you ever go back?” I asked her.

"To Ireland? Oh, in a heartbeat. Not really in a place where it’s financially feasible. But yeah, I’ll get back eventually. How about you?”

“When I’m able to, usually in summer.  My mam still lives in Galway City so I like to spend time with her. I’m her only child, so it means a lot to her. To me as well.”

“If you don’t mind my asking, did you have a father?”

“You can ask me anything. And Branna, we all have fathers.”

“You know what I mean, smart-ass. But if it’s sensitive, I...”

“No, no. It’s alright. My father died in 1952.”

“So he wasn’t...”

“A vampire? No, he was human. I’m a hybrid, angel.”

That endearment came out of my mouth before I could stop it. I guess it was what I was thinking. If she noticed, she didn’t say anything.

The food started arriving at that point, and by the time we got to dessert I was ready to offer to permanently pay Finn's half of the rent, I was so grateful to him.  It started with an endive and honey apple salad, then filet mignon with roasted tomatoes and pomme frites. The dessert was a chocolate panna cotta that damn near had Branna sliding out of her chair.

"Man, I think I need to have Finn come live with me so he can cook for us all the time. That was all amazing."

I smiled. "Finn doesn't even cook much for ME. He tends to leave his work at work so I'm usually fending for myself. Do you cook?"

"I do, actually. Mom liked to make that a group activity so I kind of learned by watching her. And she let us do things other than just lick a spoon or something."

The server came and cleared our dessert plates then, so I reached over and took both her hands. 

But with you
I can feel again
Yeah with you
I can feel again 

"Tell me about her."

"God, where do I start? Well, she's never worked outside the house, but she always seems busy, you know? Their house is right on the edge of town, near the school, actually..."

"The big blue Victorian?"

"That's the one."

"Wow, I see that house every day from my classroom window. I had no idea that's where you grew up."

"Yeah. Mom and Dad and Gran are still there. But growing up, sometimes it almost seemed rural, mostly because Mom keeps a chicken coop and has a garden bigger than my bedroom. That's how she's always kept busy."

"Your mam keeps chickens?"

"For the eggs. I've never bought eggs in my entire life."

The server came by with the check then. I looked at it and it was radically discounted. I probably should have been paying twice what they were charging me.  Another thing to be grateful to Finn for. I put my debit card in it and left it for the server.   I reached for her hands again. They were soft and silky and warm to the touch. I stroked the tops of her fingers with my thumbs. "What about your father?"

"Daddy is a police captain. Lots of bureaucratic stuff, but he loves it. He oversees the Vice detectives. They have a lot of colorful stories."

"I can imagine. When did your parents come here?"

"1980.  I was born in 1987. Gran came here when I was two, after my grandfather died. She wanted a change of scenery."  Mindful of what Ricky had told me earlier, I didn't press the topic any further.  "And they had how many kids?"

"Four. Brendan, Sinead, Sean, and me. Sean lives with Ricky and me. He's in the military, so he keeps earlier hours. He's away this week on maneuvers"

"Does he look like you?"

"Same eyes and mouth. His hair is much lighter.  Brendan, Sinead and I have black hair."

"And what do they do?"

For the briefest of seconds, I saw something flicker in her eyes. Almost looked like a sort of melancholy; but I couldn't put my finger on exactly what it was. It passed before I could even remark on it, though.  

"Sinead is a nurse. Brendan...is a cop like Daddy."

The server came back with the receipt then.  I scribbled my name at the bottom and put my debit card back in my wallet. Then I stood up and held out my hand to Branna to help her up. "Where would you like to go next, angel?"

She tilted her head slightly, allowing a bit of hair to fall over her eyes as she looked up at me. It made me want to just ask if we could go back to my apartment and let the chips fall where they may.  But as you likely guessed, I didn't do that.

"I know a great place. Ricky and I go there all the time."

"Lead the way, then."

I'm feeling better ever since you know me
I was a lonely soul but that's the old me... 

Branna

The place was a combination comic book shop/cafe/arcade called Container Stacks. Ricky and I had been going there ever since it opened. We had both become acquainted with the owner, a guy about our age named Jasper Lochlan.  I looked around for him when we went in, but I didn't see him. Just as well, I thought he had a crush on Ricky anyway.

I had figured that, after spending a few hours at a place as exclusive as Constantine, that it would be a good palate cleanser for us. 

When he asked about my siblings, I almost didn't know what to say, so I just kept it to the most basic. What could I say to someone who was taking me out on a date that he'd obviously pulled out all the stops on? "My cop brother got shot in the head when he was called to a domestic, and by the way, my grandmother that you idolize has Alzheimer's?"

Someday. But not then. Besides, admitting it out loud to anyone other than Ricky would have meant admitting it to myself.

Ciaran spotted a crane machine in the corner. "Let me see if I can get you something!"  He was as excited as a little kid.  It made me feel butterflies again. No guy had ever been that eager to get me something, even just a goofy stuffed animal.  

"Alright Branna, I can't say I fancy myself an expert, but I've had good luck with these things before," he said as he put a couple quarters in. Gah, that accent.

"Ah, so you do this for the ladies often?"

He gave me a sideways glance and a smile that made me ache between the legs. "Only you, Branna."

He set his sights on a pink stuffed rabbit. "Okay, I'm aiming for that one."  Carefully, he guided the crane towards it and lowered it down, opening the crane's claws. When he pushed the button, it picked up the toy easily, but the trick, of course, was getting it to drop through the chute.  "Moment of truth." Slowly, he turned the handle and we both held our breath as it inched, bit by bit, towards the chute. Then with a quick hand, he got it over the chute and it dropped down. He pulled it out of the machine. "A gift for you, angel."

I smiled at him and held the rabbit against my chest. "I love it, but I'm hardly an angel."  Gently, he stroked my cheek. "I think you underestimate yourself. Don't. In any event, I suppose it's okay to have a little of the devil in ya too, eh?"

So many double entendre's could have been said in response to that, but I just kissed his cheek to thank him instead.

We spent time walking around the place, looking at comics and playing some of the video games when they were available. He was quite adept at a lot of them, but I suppose considering his age he'd probably had a lot of time to practice.

It started to get a little crowded, so we went outside to the basketball hoops. I picked up a ball and started dribbling it. "You play?" he asked me, picking up a ball of his own.

I took aim and tossed from the free throw line. The ball swished neatly through the hoop. "A little bit."

"Perfect free throw in heels. Is there no end to your talent, Miss Kavanagh?"  I shrugged. "Dunno. You feeling competitive?"  He didn't reply, just took my place at the free throw line. His ball, unfortunately, bounced off the hoop. "Ooh, sucks to be you."

It was on from there. After the first miss, he got better, but wasn't really a match for me. But I had the advantage of my father and brothers having taught me, so there was that too. He wasn't bad overall. 

The staff announced they would be closing in ten minutes. Ciaran looked at me and said, "Alright, one last shot. I can't let you make me feel totally emasculated."

"Do your best, Irish Boy."

He took aim and shot...it went in perfectly.

"Yes! I am redeemed in my own eyes and content in my masculinity!" I put my ball back on the rack. "Go ahead and brag, I still win."

I could see what looked like a mental debate going on in his hazel eyes. Then he moved closer to me, holding my gaze intently.

"I suppose you deserve a reward," he said in a low voice.  

Before I could react, he'd pulled me into his arms and his lips crashed into mine fiercely. With a sigh of contentment, I opened my mouth to receive his tongue.  It was like the whole world around us had faded. 

But with you
I feel again
Yeah with you
I can feel again

Ciaran

Her hand rested on my knee on the drive back to her apartment. Every so often she would look over at me and smile. When we got to a red light, I leaned over and kissed her until the driver behind us honked to indicate the light had changed to green.

When we got to her door, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her hard, my tongue relentlessly invading her mouth. She kissed me back just as hard, winding her arms around my neck as I reached up and wove my fingers through her silky hair that I'd been dying to touch all night. 

"God, Branna," I whispered, feeling myself getting harder and harder as her tongue traced the outline of my lips."

"I'm not quite God, but I might make you see God if you wanted."  With a groan, I pulled her head back gently and left a trail of kisses along the pale column of her neck. I moved back up, kissing and licking her jawline before returning to her lips. God, those lips. I could only imagine the things she could do with them, and the notion made my cock push almost painfully against my jeans.

I pushed her up against the wall and lifted her so her legs were around my waist. It was almost becoming a battle as she grabbed my hair and kissed me with a power and authority I hadn't felt in a long time. Turning her head slightly, she sucked my earlobe into her mouth and I nearly exploded on the spot as she began to nibble and lick it. My ears are one of my more sensitive areas. Our pelvises ground against one another and she let out a soft whimper indicating that she was as turned on as I was.  

"Ciaran...I want you..." she said in a low growl. It was the sexiest thing I'd heard in ages. The door was right next to us, barely a foot away. I could easily reach over, open it up, and take her into her bedroom where we could fuck, twisting our bodies into contortions as yet unknown until the sun rose up over the water.  

"Branna...angel...I want you too...but..."

I set her back down, but didn't let her go. I planted soft kisses on her cheeks and lips as I talked. "I can't even begin to tell you how much I want you right now...but I don't want you to look back and think I took advantage of you this night."

She looked a bit confused. "But I said I wanted you..." I kissed her gently. "I know, I know you did. And like I said angel, I want you too.  I just don't ever want you thinking that this was a race to see how fast I could get you into bed. I want us to know each other more, to make it more special. Do you understand?"  She nodded, but looked sad. "It isn't me, is it?" she asked quietly. She wasn't standing completely straight, obviously as weak in the knees as I was, leaning against the wall to support herself.  I tilted her chin up.

"Angel, in a million years it could never ever be you. It's me. I want you to feel special because you are special. And yeah, I know we just met, but I have a good feeling about us. Do you feel it?"

"Yeah."

"Then will you just humor me a little?" She nodded again and I kissed her hard and held her tightly. "Branna I don't want to leave but it's very late and you need to sleep."  With a sigh, she pulled her keys out of her purse and put them in the lock before turning back to me. "Ciaran, I had an amazing time tonight. Thank you."

"You're welcome. Consider it the first of many." I helped her open the door and kissed her one last time. "I'll call you tomorrow, angel."  She smiled sweetly and winked before closing the door.

Now I had an entire elevator and car ride to try to eliminate my erection. 

When I got into my own bedroom, I flopped down into the chair by my bed. Jaysus it was hard to leave her. I didn't want to and now I was left frustrated because I needed to be fucking noble.

I hadn’t been in a serious relationship with a woman in nearly forty years. In the time since, there had been relationships that came and went, short term flings, passings in the night, pretty distractions that I turned to when the physical need became too difficult to deal with. It wasn’t intimacy, not in the least. It was just sex with a dash of occasional companionship thrown in.  In the past three years, there had been no one. Women had expressed interest, flirted, even got aggressive on occasion.  I turned them all down. Finn gave some of them a ride.

I wanted something serious again, something real and powerful. Something that would make me want to wake up every morning with a smile on my face. I was settled in my life: my career was the way I wanted it to be, I lived in a city I loved, I wanted someone to share it all with.  I got through those three years with a lot of self-pleasuring and the knowledge that I’d know her when I saw her.

You can gain a lot of insight in 111 years of life, and I knew it was Branna from the second I laid my eyes on her. 

Sighing, I got up and unbuttoned my shirt. I removed it and tossed it over on my desk chair. I changed into my track pants and tried to sleep. It was useless. All I could think about was her. Being with her, wanting her, wanting to touch her, kiss her, make love to her. Picturing her beautiful nude body wrapped around me.  Ugh. I snapped on the lights and got out of bed.

I stared at the door to my room for eons. I don't know why, maybe I was mentally willing it to open and for Branna to come in ready to ravage me? I could feel my cock again growing hard at the thought of plunging into her hot wet center and having her ride me until she was screaming my name. 

I was exhausted but the erotic images kept flooding my mind and I knew I had to do something so I could sleep.

It had served me well the past three years, I guessed another night wouldn't hurt.

I laid back down and slid my hand down my track pants. I took my cock into my hand and began to stroke it up and down, gently at first, then faster, stroking up and down the shaft with attention to the head. Obviously I had enough experience to know my own body and what it took to get me off when I was alone.  

It felt good, really really good. It wasn't Branna, but it would do.

Speaking of, her image assaulted my mind as I stroked myself. A soft moan escaped me as I thought about her full lips taking the place of my hand. My arousal grew even more at the notion of it. Would she be good at it? Probably. 

I thought about how she would taste, how my tongue would glide along her soft folds until I found that one sweet spot in the center that would make her shake and moan in ecstasy. 

Heat flushed through my body as my hand moved faster and faster until finally with a moan that was much louder than I'd anticipated, I came hard and the hot liquid spilled over my hand and my stomach. 

I couldn't move for what seemed like ages, until the once hot liquid had turned cold. Finally, I reached over to the box of kleenex on my nightstand and cleaned myself off.  The first tiny hints of daylight were coming in through the windows. 

I sighed, contented for the moment. I thought of Branna.  And finally, I slept.

I woke up at about eleven and the first thought in my mind was Branna. I wanted to hear her voice. I knew it was probably not good etiquette, but I really didn't care. I just wanted to talk to her.

The phone rang three times and then she picked up. "Hello..." she murmured sleepily.

"Did I wake you, angel?" I asked her. 

"It's okay, I was kind of in and out. I had a hard time falling asleep. Someone left me a little frustrated."

I laughed. "You'll be pleased to know you weren't alone there."

"So uh...how did you finally get to sleep then? Same way I did?"

"How did you know?"

"Lucky guess. Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes, but probably not as good as being with you. Branna I know I'm probably being pushy but I'd like to see you again tonight."

"I'd like that. But don't you have to work tomorrow?"

"I do, so it couldn't be really late, but I'd still like to regardless."

I could hear the smile in her voice as she replied. "Why don't you come hang with Ricky and I tonight? We'll be watching Game of Thrones. Ricky's heard rumors that we'll get to see Robb Stark's bare ass this week so it should be quite an evening for him."

I could feel myself grinning widely to no one in particular. "I'll be there, angel."

A little wiser now
From what you showed me
Yeah, I feel again
Feel again

Song: "Feel Again" by OneRepublic