At lunchtime, Neil was in the kitchen talking to a colleague and opening a can of soup when Saoirse appeared in the doorway to get her lunch. She stood quietly until the conversation ended and his colleague left and then she approached the sink to wash her cup at the same time Neil moved over to the sink. They danced round each other, Neil narrated it in a series of noises and laughed. “Sorry.” Saoirse said timidly, stepping out of the way and standing back against the wall. “I just want to wash my cup.” she said softly. She felt strangely awkward.
“You could’ve fit in there in front of me.” he said playfully, looking round at her. He tipped his head as if to ask how she was.
She moved to the fridge and took out her lunch, setting it on the counter top and sighing loudly. Neil looked over at her and tipped his head again. “I’m just not feeling work this week.” Saoirse said, wearily. “Is it nearly the weekend?!” she asked, sarcastically. She stood back against the wall and watched him pouring his soup into a bowl.
“It’s only Monday, Saoirse.” Neil said, blankly.
“I know!” she replied, as she put her hands over her face. She took a few deep breaths, sighed deeply and rubbed her eyes, trying not to smudge her makeup. Her phone chimed and when she checked, it was Neil sending a hug emoji. She looked up at him and smiled.
“Got the Monday blues?” he asked, dropping his phone into his pocket. He looked quickly around behind him to check they were alone then tipped his head as he stepped forward and pulled her against him. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and rested his chin on her head as he pulled her into a tight hug. She lay her head against his chest, hugged his waist and melted into his embrace. “What’s up, gorgeous?” he asked quietly.
“I dunno, just feeling really…” she shrugged “… tired, stressed, emotional.” she sighed. “Clients have been so rude on the phone this morning, the atmosphere in my office is tense and everyone is stressed.” she said quietly.
“And you’re the sponge that’s absorbing it all?” he asked. She pressed her chin into his chest, looked up at him and nodded. They heard footsteps down the corridor and stepped away from each other. “Are you using the microwave?” he asked loudly as someone walked past.
She sniggered quietly at him, shaking her head. “No, just blocking you from it.” she said, smiling and moving her lunch box along the counter while she stood in front of the sink.
“Ah that old tactic!” he nudged her playfully as she washed her cup at the sink. She looked up at him standing beside her and rubbed her upper back. She gave him a relieved look. “Do you want to come over after work?” Neil asked quietly.
Saoirse pursed her lips, thinking. “I’m just going to stay at mine for the next few days, I’m not much company in this funk. Sorry Neil.” she said apologetically shaking her head.
“That’s OK.” Neil said softly, leaning down to kiss her quickly. His tone suddenly changed. “Tell us this, what are you up to on Saturday night?” he asked flirtatiously.
“Eh…sorry?” she asked, confused. She looked at him, puzzled, as he put his bowl in the microwave.
He smiled to himself. “Any nice plans?” he asked in his low, soothing voice.
“Eh…no?” she asked, puzzled.
“Funny that, me neither. Could I take you out on Saturday?” he asked, raising his eyebrows at her.
Saoirse’s frown broke into a knowing smile, realising he was trying to replicate the conversation they’d had when he first asked her out 6 months earlier. “You mean like a date, Neil?” she asked quietly, playfully.
“Yeah, Saoirse… like a date!” he said softly, smiling lovingly at her.
“Ah you’re cute!” she said, turning to pat his upper arm. She smiled and nodded at him. “Yes, thank you. I would like that.” she replied.
“I’ll pick you up at 7pm for something fun?” he smiled. She nodded. “That’ll give you something to look forward to.” he said. The microwave dinged as she turned to leave. “Saoirse!” Neil hissed. She turned back and bumped into him as he approached her. “Chin up!” he whispered, looking her in the eyes and stroking her cheek with his thumb. She smiled at him and squeezed his arm.
On Saturday night Neil arrived at Saoirse’s flat at 7pm on the dot. He wore smart jeans, a casual blue shirt and suede tennis shoes. His tight ginger curls were defined with wax and the sides and back of his hair shaved. Saoirse buzzed him in, answered the door with a wide smile and stepped out onto the doormat. She wore floaty, patterned trousers, a black top, a denim jacket and sandals. Her long, auburn hair was styled in loose curls. She hugged him tightly, stretching up right on her tip toes. “Hi Saoirse, you look gorgeous.” Neil said softly, smelling her neck and hair as they embraced. “You smell good.” he murmured.
“Thanks.” Saoirse said, shyly. “So do you.” she smiled, running her hand down over his chest and stood down flat on her feet. He leaned down and kissed her. “What’s the plan?” she asked.
He took her hand as they walked out to his car. “Well ‘the plan’ is supposed to be a bit of spontaneous fun but since you like to know what’s ahead of you…!” he widened his eyes and smirked. “A casual activity, dinner and maybe a few drinks.” he said, raising his eyebrows.
“It’s been quite a week at work, I wouldn’t mind getting really drunk tonight.” she giggled.
“Say no more! We can drop your stuff off at mine and Uber into the city centre?” he asked. She nodded.
They played minature golf, laughing and playfully teasing each other as they made their way around the course. Next they ate dinner in a trendy burger restaurant nearby, the atmosphere was laid-back and they both felt relaxed and comfortable. They teased each other, chatted and made each other laugh. Then they moved on to a small, popular bar in the city centre and ordered cocktails to begin with, taking their places at one of the only empty tables indoors, right near the bar – Neil on the bench against the wall and Saoirse on the chair opposite him. They spent the next couple of hours engrossed in each other, in their own world together, talking, laughing, joking affectionately with each other and drinking. Saoirse moved to sit on the bench beside him once the bar got busier and louder. Neil cocooned her in his arm, playing with her hair and stroking her arm and shoulder and Saoirse playfully stroked and squeezed his thigh and chest while they kissed, talked and flirted.
“Are you feeling less…” Neil shrugged his shoulders “than you were on Monday?” he asked.
Saoirse smiled and nodded. “I would call it ‘meh’ and yes, it took until about Wednesday but I got over it. Until next time.” she pursed her lips. “Was your week busy? What were you up to?” she asked, sipping her drink.
He hesitated. “Ehhhhhmmmm…” he hummed, thinking.
“Nothing?” she laughed, looking intently at him. “Not a lot if you have to think about it that much, I guess!”
“I was trying to think of something funny to say!” he smirked.
“Oh!” she mouthed apologetically. She nodded and waited a moment. He still said nothing. “What did you actually do?” she asked. She waited impatiently. “Well?” she asked, smiling at him, tilting her head as he finally met her gaze.
“Cycled round the office on a little tricycle, did some juggling and just generally entertained everyone.” he said, sincerely pleased with himself.
“Brilliant!” she said, sarcastically. He mocked an offended look. She nodded once and raised her eyebrows. Neil hid a smile by taking a gulp of his pint of Guinness and tickled her neck with his fingers.
“Nah, we got loads of new equipment delivered and had to open it all and test it and shit like that.” he said enthusiastically.
“I bet that was like Christmas to you!” she smiled. His eyes lit up and he nodded, finishing the end of his pint. He held up his glass and nodded to hers. “Ehhh…OK, just ONE more for me. I haven’t been this drunk in ages…and I haven’t been this drunk around you before!” she giggled.
“That makes two of us! Jack Daniels?” he asked. She nodded. “Single?” he asked. She wrinkled her nose. Neil laughed. “Oh yeah…’one more’, is that right Saoirse?” he teased. “Say what you mean sure!” he laughed.
“I’ve been on doubles all night. I meant just one more drink, not one measure.” she giggled, embarrassed. “Double, please, with Coke.” she said politely, smiling at him. She handed her empty glass to him and he went to the bar, returning with their drinks and a tray of Tequila shots. “One for the road, Neil?” she laughed.
He nodded, set the drinks on the table and sat down. “Don’t drink them if you don’t want to but I thought it’s only right to end a night of drinking with shots!” he said. He lifted his pint and they clinked ‘Cheers’ before sipping their drinks.
Someone appeared from the crowd asking to take Saoirse’s vacant chair, they both looked up briefly to agree and then all three of them suddenly stopped and stared at each other. It was one of their colleagues, Connell. His eyes widened and a shocked but thrilled smile spread across his face. “Well, well. Love’s young dream!” he remarked.
Saoirse raised her eyebrows and smiled with her lips closed, waving her fingers at him. Neil tipped his head. “Alright Connell?” Neil asked with a content smile on his lips as he sat with his arm comfortably around Saoirse’s shoulders. Connell nodded, agreed and lifted the chair as he looked between the two of them. “Have a good night, mate.” Neil said as he moved away from them. “He thinks he’s got the scoop of the year now!” Neil said into Saoirse’s ear. She rolled her eyes. He laughed. “Place your bets please.” Neil said, stretching his neck to look across the bar while drumming his fingers on the table.
“I bet he’s out with that crowd from Accounts.” Saoirse said, bowing her head and gulping her drink.
“And we have a winner! Yeah…oh…they’re all trying to look over here… but they can’t see cos that pillar’s in the way.” he laughed, looking down at Saoirse, putting his arm round her again and squeezing her arm.
“That’s how it’s going to be from now on until it’s common knowledge, we’ve just gotta let it happen organically.” Saoirse said, sitting up straight. Neil laughed at her choice of words but agreed, taking a gulp of his pint. They looked each other in the eyes, smiling with mutual giddy excitement and not speaking as they sipped their drinks for a few moments. “I’m waiting for them all to need to go to the bar all of a sudden just to have a reason to walk past us.” Saoirse said.
Neil stretched up again and looked across the bar then sat back, shaking his head and frowning at her. “We’re old news already, Saoirse!” he laughed. Saoirse pretended to wipe her brow as if she was relieved. He pulled her in towards him and kissed her. She melted into him, sighing with relief into his mouth. She turned further towards Neil, pushing her body against him and stroking her hand down his neck onto his chest. Neil’s hand found its way from her shoulder, down her back, over her hip and onto her ass. They stopped kissing, gazed at each other, Saoirse licked her lips and Neil smiled. Neither of them broke eye contact.
Saoirse smiled, suddenly feeling self-conscious under his gaze. “You know that 93% of communication is non-verbal?” she asked. Neil nodded. “You definitely exceed that.” she said.
He nodded. “You’re more verbal than me!” he smiled, wiggling his eyebrows at her. She pursed her lips and bowed her head down into his chest trying to hide an embarrassed smile and he chuckled, stroking her back.
“So I’m the other 7%?” she asked, looking back up at him.
He took another gulp of his pint and shook his head. “Nah! You know that 95% of our relationship is non-verbal communication?” he asked. “So you’re the other 5%.” he said. Saoirse’s eyes flashed wildly at him and she bit her lip. He laughed at her reaction.
Saoirse’s hand stroked up his thigh and gently grabbed his crotch. “I never realised you saying ‘our relationship’ could get me so wet!” she said in his ear. She felt his cock twitch and he shifted in his seat and cleared his throat as she sat back to look at him. He blew on the fingernails on his right hand and polished them on his shirt as he smirked at her. She laughed and rolled her eyes at him.
He tipped his head, looking intently at her with a fire in his eyes. She returned his gaze, nodding slightly and licking her lips. He looked at the table. “You’ve got 4 shots and half a drink left to tell me what you want when we get home.” he teased in his soft tone.
“Ooooohh!” she said and a sly smile spread across her lips. She nodded, keeping her hand on his crotch and hooking her right leg over his right knee. “Hmm what am I in the mood for?!” she said, looking at him. “Maybe some nice hard sex.” she said playfully squeezing his semi-hard cock and glancing down at his crotch.
“Maybe?…” he asked, frowning at her. “Actually, hang on…’NICE’? That’s not a compliment!” he laughed. “I can do hard, Saoirse but nice? Nah!” he teased, shaking his head.
She shrugged. “Depends how I’m feeling once you’re inside me.” she said. He inhaled loudly and she felt his cock harden in his jeans. “Might lose all my inhibitions.” she said quietly, looking in his eyes and sipping her drink.
“Ooohhffft…” he said, as they continued gazing at each other. “Inhibitions? You?” he said in a mocking surprised tone. “I’m saying nothing, Saoirse!” he teased, holding his hands up. She gasped and he chuckled his cheeky, giddy giggle. He grasped her right thigh and pulled her even closer to him so that she almost straddled his right thigh. She gave him a warning look, reminding him they were in public, and he eased, letting go of her to take a few sips of his drink.
“What about a really slow, wet blow job?” she asked quietly, leaning into him. She ran her hand up his torso, paused at his chest and stroked the chest hair that poked out of his shirt just short of his collarbone. He raised his eyebrows then furrowed his forehead in thought as he looked at her, taking another sip of his pint. She waited, holding his gaze and her hand glided up to stroke his beard. He nodded, gently thrusting his hips towards her and a wry smile spread across his lips.
“I’m in the mood for you to sit on my face,” he said quietly, with a glint in his eyes. “So I didn’t trim my beard, just for your pleasure.” he said, rubbing his beard and smiling wickedly at her. She parted her lips, closed her eyes very briefly, frowned and sighed. Neil chuckled and leaned down to her ear. “That was almost half-way to your O face.” he whispered, holding her face in his hand and kissing her neck in soft, lingering kisses that brushed the bristles of his beard gently against her skin.
“That was a preview for later.” she whispered. She took a few deep breaths. “Is ‘stop’ still the safe word?” she breathed in his ear, clutching his elbow and shuddering at his touch and his breath on her neck.
He sat back slightly, looked her straight in the face and nodded. “‘Stop’ always means stop, Saoirse.” he said in his soothing voice, holding her reassuringly round the waist with his right arm and gazing at her. “Are you OK?” he asked.
She smiled and nodded. “Mm hm… You’ve got me all wet and I’m weak at the knees.” she said quietly, biting her bottom lip and watching his face. “Not sure I’m fit to be out in public any more.” She pressed her tongue up against her top lip trying to supress a teasing smile. “I’m quite drunk…and we might get asked to leave soon.” she giggled, glancing quickly around them. They both sat up and looked around, lifting their drinks and shifting in their seats.
They finished their drinks while Neil ordered an Uber and then held his first shot glass up, Saoirse smiled and lifted hers, clinking against his and they downed their shots. “Eughhh fuck that’s awful!” Saoirse coughed. Neil screwed up his face. “Next!” she called, lifting another shot. Neil shuddered and laughed. “Yeah, you’ll not be laughing when I vomit on you!” she joked. “Right, come on, next one!” she said, ushering him to lift his second shot. They clinked their glasses and downed their second shots. “EUGH I HATE THIS STUFF!” she laughed.
“Ok, only 2 more… can you do it?” Neil asked. Saoirse exhaled sharply and nodded at him. “2 in a row, down the hatch Saoirse!” Neil said, lifting both shots, clinking against Saoirse’s shots and they downed them both one after the other. “BOOM!” Neil said, hi- fiving her. Saoirse spluttered as she swallowed the last shot, Tequila dribbled down her chin and she put her hand to her mouth. Neil lifted a napkin and dabbed her face. “Are we drunk enough?” he asked, making a face. Saoirse laughed, nodded and kissed him, stroking his beard. Neil stroked her thigh and nodded towards the door. “So…home?” he asked in a low voice. Saoirse nodded once. Neil stood up and to the side, holding out his arm signaling her to pass him. He grasped her hips from behind as she slid past him and she felt his cock hard in his jeans, against her ass. He grasped her hand and they walked through the crowded bar, passing the table of their colleagues near the door. Many of them turned round to greet them but Neil didn’t stop. “Have a good one, folks!” he said and Saoirse smiled at them as they passed the table and stepped out onto the street.
When they reached Neil’s flat he opened the door then stood back to let Saoirse in first. “You left the hall light on!” she said. “Imagine how bad your carbon footprint is!” she joked.
“That’s so you don’t fall up the stairs!” he laughed as he shut the door and they stumbled up the stairs into his flat. “Or would you rather go to the Emergency Room tonight?” he asked. Saoirse shook her head. She stopped at the top to try and take off her sandals, hopping as she struggled to open the small buckles. Neil grabbed her by the waist with his right arm and tried to pull her sandal off her foot with his left hand. They wobbled together and fell against the wall.
“Wait, Neil! Don’t break the strap!” she scolded, slapping at his hand. He let go of her and pushed off his shoes as she unbuckled her sandals and slid them off and they kissed, frantically undressing each other and discarding their clothing along the hall as they flung his bedroom door open and stumbled inside.
Neil threw himself on the bed and wolf-whistled as he lay back admiring her naked curves. He pulled Saoirse down on top of him, she bent her knees, straddling him and leaning up over him as they kissed, grinding her hips against him. She softly kissed her way down his body, stroking his skin gently and Neil twitched and squirmed. Saoirse stopped and looked up, giggling. “Ooh… are you ticklish, Neil?” she asked, her eyes wide with delight. He shook his head unconvincingly and she traced her fingertips in small circles over his abs until he laughed and admitted it. “Oh this is fun! Normally I’m the only ticklish one.” Saoirse laughed. Neil nodded and folded his left arm behind his head and hummed, looking down at her as she reached his thighs. She kissed his inner thighs and teased her fingertips lightly over his taint, his balls and up his thighs. He gasped and twitched at her touch and Saoirse smiled lustfully making eye contact with him.
Saoirse lifted his cock and gently pulled back his foreskin, looking him seductively in the eyes as she softly flicked her tongue over the head. He sighed and reached his right hand down to stroke her cheek while he watched her slowly slide her mouth over his cock. He panted and groaned at the sound and feeling of her wet mouth working up and down his cock and she rolled his balls gently between her fingertips. She paused occasionally to work up more saliva and looked down as she let it drip in strings down his length before she forced her mouth around his cock again. She held him tight in her hand and stroked him firmly as she sucked, running her tongue over his head and tasting the slight sourness of his pre-cum. She looked up at him, Neil groaned and breathed her name, grasping her arms.
“Stop!” Neil gasped. “Stop a minute.” Saoirse let go of him and sat back, holding her hands in the air as she breathed heavily and looked at him. Then she leaned up on her knees over him and kissed his chest in soft kisses. Neil exhaled forcefully and caressed her thighs, up over her ass and up her back. He ran his fingers through her hair and caressed her face. She leaned up to his face and kissed his lips while they both looked at each other. “You almost had me there, you wily minx!” he groaned and laughed his cheeky, giddy giggle. She pursed her lips and gazed at him laughing in a soft giggle. “Mmm come on and let my beard tickle your pussy.” Neil groaned, nudging her.
Saoirse licked her lips and groaned. “Hmmm… but I still want to suck your cock. 69?” she asked.
Neil’s eyes flickered with excitement. Saoirse turned her body round and straddled him, backing up to his face and stopping when he wrapped his arms round her hips and held her pussy wide. She felt him kiss her ass, thighs and pussy softly before he began licking her pussy in steady, flat tongue strokes. Saoirse gasped and moaned. “Yeah that feels good. Mmmmm.” She lay down along his body, licked her finger and lifted his cock, sucking firmly on the head and gently running her finger over his taint. She rocked her hips over his face and moaned loudly as he continued to lick her.
Neil panted and stopped. “How do you feel about a finger in your ass right now?” he asked. Saoirse sat up, looked round at him and nodded. “Reach me that lube from the drawer.” he instructed. Saoirse leaned forward to get the lube and Neil sat up and gently licked round her ass hole. She gasped and moaned, handing the lube to him. He squeezed 2 pumps of lube on her ass hole and gently rubbed it round and round with his middle finger. She moaned as he carried on rubbing her ass hole with his finger and resumed lapping her pussy with his tongue. He slowly slid his finger into her ass hole and she sat up slightly, relaxing further back. She grasped his cock and stroked it firmly as she groaned in response to him.
Saoirse rocked her hips against Neil’s face while he continued licking her pussy and fingering her ass hole. He grasped her hip with his free hand and clamped his mouth over her clit and she felt herself completely relaxed and overwhelmed with pleasure. She let the sensations take over her body and she lost all control of her mind, moaning loudly and talking dirty until she came. Neil continued licking her gently until her orgasm subsided and she lay forward, lifting off his face and trying to recover her breathing. “Now that’s what I’m talking about!” Neil teased, kissing her thighs and ass cheeks. Saoirse breathed a laugh. “Stay put, I’ll just do a bit of a clean up…” he said, reaching back behind him and lifting wipes from his nightstand. She squeaked at the cold wipe on her ass and Neil chuckled before aiming for the bin. “Right you, pay back – come here!” he growled, playfully lifting Saoirse round the waist as he sat up and throwing them both down sideways on the bed. Saoirse squealed and laughed as Neil sat up on his knees, turned her onto her back and tickled her. She met his gaze as he spread her legs with his knees and lay down with his elbows on either side of her head. “You taste so good,” he started, his face inches from hers. She smiled seductively and puckered her lips at him. “…that I could spread you on toast.” he finished. Saoirse cringed and scrunched her eyes shut and Neil laughed his cheeky chuckle. “Mm Mm Mm!” he teased, kissing her mouth in hard, sloppy kisses. She giggled, opening her eyes and kissing him.
“Which finger did you use?” she asked, suddenly wondering. He leaned on his left elbow and held up his right middle finger to her, smirking. She tutted and batted it away.
“Nah, seriously. That one was ‘up yours’!” he sniggered and stuck his tongue out at her. “Don’t worry, we’re clean. All good to go!” he raised his eyebrows.
“You’re making me cringe!” she giggled, screwing up her face. He leaned down and kissed her.
“What?! You’ve got a very nice ass! A very finger-able ass. I love your ass.” he teased.
She reached her hands down and squeezed his ass. “I love your ass. It’s so grab-able. I love it!” she groaned.
“I know you do, I catch you staring at it at work all the time!” he teased.
“No you don’t!” she gasped. “I stare at other parts of you but not your ass, that’s too obvious!” she giggled.
“Like I’m some piece of meat!” he joked, sticking his tongue out at her. She rolled her eyes. “Speaking of meat…” he said in a deep voice. “I really need to fuck you now.” He sat up on his knees between her legs and let out a low moan while he rubbed his cock firmly up and down over her pussy, then grazed her clit.
Saoirse jumped, instinctively forcing her knees together and down against him to push herself up the bed away from him. “AAOWW FUCK!” she shouted. “It’s still sensitive!” she panted through gritted teeth.
Neil reflexively grabbed her knees and held them firmly in his hands. “Oooh! Fucking hell, you nearly kneed me in the balls there, Saoirse. Would’ve been game over!” he chuckled.
“Would’ve been your own fault!” she laughed, raising her eyebrows. She held her body tense for a moment then let out a long, slow breath and relaxed.
He ran his hands from her knees, up her thighs over her hips and up her stomach as he leaned down over her, gazing in her eyes and kissing her, trying to hide a smile. His hands held her face and tangled in her hair. “I know, I forgot. I’m sorry.” he said quietly with mock remorse. “Let me make it up to you.” he teased. As they kissed, Neil stroked her legs, grasping her thighs and pulling them round his waist. Saoirse’s hands roamed from his ass, up his muscular back, across his shoulders and down his sides. They kissed in soft, short kisses, moving to long, slow kisses where their tongues got lost in each other’s mouths until they stopped and gathered their breath.
Saoirse held her finger to her mouth as if thinking and then lifted her legs, resting her feet on his shoulders and guided his cock inside her. He pushed slowly into her wetness and she shifted her hips, adjusting to him. “Ohh you’re so tight!” he groaned loudly, drawing back and lifting her left leg over his right shoulder. She held herself wider allowing him to push right in. He exclaimed in a loud moaning sigh and looked in her eyes as he felt her warm pussy envelope his throbbing hard cock.
Saoirse nodded, furrowing her brow and moaning as Neil fucked her steadily. She bent her right leg out to the side and Neil leaned on it with his left arm. She rested her right foot on his left hip and reached her hand down to cautiously stroke her clit. “Ooooh! I’m so wet.” she murmured.
Neil breathed a laugh. “Yeah you are.” He watched her tease her clit and begin bucking her hips. “You feel so good!” he groaned.
She moaned his name. “Harder!” she groaned loudly. He complied and got into a steady rhythm of fucking her hard. “Yeah, mmm that’s it.” she groaned. Their skin slapped together and the bed creaked. She groaned and panted at the force of his thrusts. She grabbed his right thigh, pulling him further towards her.
“I’m gonna cum!” Neil gasped, holding her left thigh against his chest and fucking her harder as she continued stroking her clit and her hips began to roll.
“Wait, not yet!” she moaned urgently.
Neil exhaled forcefully with a laugh. “Cos it’s that easy!” he panted and slowed his thrusts. Saoirse watched his face as she reached down and gently tugged his balls. Then she resumed rubbing her clit as Neil stayed still inside her and stroked her thighs and watched with a thrill as she brought herself to the edge. She nodded and moaned signaling to Neil who resumed fucking her hard. He felt her start to clench and grip his cock inside her, she moaned loudly that she was ready. He panted as his balls tingled and tightened and he felt himself about to cum.
Saoirse moaned loudly in agreement as she came hard, her body convulsed and spasmed and her back arched off the bed. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she rolled her hips forcefully against him in uncontrollable thrusts. She heard Neil grunt loudly as he thrust hard into her. The grip of her squeezed him tight. “Oooh yeah, yeah!” he groaned loudly and she felt his cock throb inside her. She grasped his right thigh, accidentally digging her nails into his skin as she pulled his body closer to her, wanting him as far inside her as possible. Neil held her hips, pulling her body against him. They both groaned and breathed heavily, grinding together as their orgasms subsided. Saoirse opened her eyes to see Neil’s head hanging down over his body, his chest rising and falling rapidly as she felt his cock still throbbing inside her. She moved her left leg from his chest and he let go of it, looking up at her and they smiled at each other, breathing heavily. Saoirse held up her hand and Neil hi-fived her then he frowned and laughed. “Did you really just hi-five me cos we came at the same time?” he asked. Saoirse laughed and nodded. She wrapped her legs round his waist and pulled him down on top of her. “Go easy!” He winced and groaned feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm pulse against him inside her. “You’re so hot.” he said playfully. He kissed her then rested his forehead on hers. They gazed into each other’s eyes and tried to recover their breathing. “Fucking hell, Saoirse!” Neil said, pulling out and lying down beside her on the bed. She reached her right hand up and stroked his beard while he ran his fingers softly over her inner wrist as they lay in silence, recovering and then quickly fell asleep.
Saoirse woke up disoriented. Her mouth was dry, she had a headache, her body was aching, she was naked and her face was tight and smeared in last night’s make-up. She was lying sideways on the bed, the duvet was hanging mostly on the floor, the bedroom door was wide open and the hall light was on. She groaned and moved slightly to try and get her bearings and felt Neil stir behind her.
“Morning.” he whispered in a croaky voice, sliding his arm down Saoirse’s curled up legs, pulling her against him and kissing her hair and her temple as he leaned over her. She breathed a sigh and smiled realising she was with Neil, closing her eyes and humming contently. She felt his cock hard against her back and reached behind her to grab it. Neil groaned and they both giggled sleepily. “Don’t tell me you’re already raring to go after last night?” he asked, his croaky voice breaking.
“Fuck no!” she croaked, shifting in the bed. “I’m sore and I need a shower!” she sniggered. She stroked her hand along his arm as it snaked round her waist and clasped her hand over his as she snuggled back into his embrace.
He lifted his head sightly and leaned on his arm, looking down at her. “Are you alright?” he asked. She nodded. “Hey?” he whispered, stroking her hair and turning her head towards him as he leaned over her. She looked at him, her eye make-up was smudged round her eyes. “Are you alright?” he asked again. She nodded again.
“Yeah! It’s standard post-hard-sex ache.” she shrugged. “And a hangover!” she giggled. “I’ll take some paracetamol when I get up, no biggie.” she smiled and kissed him.
“I’ll get you it now, how about breakfast in bed?” he asked, kissing her. She stroked his beard, smiled and nodded. “What do you fancy?” he asked.
“Whatever gourmet breakfast delights you’ve got this morning are good with me.” she smiled sleepily. Neil kissed her and nodded then stretched and jumped up, letting Saoirse fall back onto the bed, and stumbled out to the kitchen. Saoirse stretched, got up, shook the duvet back up onto the bed and straightened the pillows. She found her make-up wipes to take off last night’s make-up then got back into bed and stretched out with a heavy sigh, lying flat on her back with her knees bent, her feet flat on the bed and her arms above her head. Neil returned several minutes later, setting plates and cups on the nightstand and carrying a box of paracetamol in his mouth. “Oooh breakfast in bed served by a hot naked ginger!” she teased, sticking her foot out from under the duvet and running it up his thigh.
Neil dropped the box on the nightstand and chuckled. He threw back the duvet and climbed on top of her, pulling her legs round his waist. “The best I can do is peanut butter on toast and a cup of tea with the tea bag left in it. Just the way you like it. You’re welcome!” he teased, leaning down to kiss her. She wrapped her arms round his neck and kissed him just as they heard movement in the hall.
“Morning lovebirds or should that be dirtbirds!” shouted Neil’s sister as she came out of the spare bedroom across the hall and stomped into the kitchen in her pyjamas.
Saoirse and Neil froze, their eyes wide as they stared at each other. Saoirse felt the warmth creep over her face as she blushed. “Ehhh… what are you doing here?” Neil shouted. He got up, unsuccessfully searching the floor for trousers to put on and he lifted a pillow, holding it over him as he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled the duvet up over Saoirse, who pulled it up over her head and lay in bed cringing.
Neil’s sister came back into the hall. “Ehhh you said I could stay here last night instead of trying to get across town to mine.” she said sternly, standing in the doorway. “I sent you a text and you said ‘No problem’. Or did you forget?” she asked sourly.
Neil glared at her. “NO, you asked could you stay NEXT Saturday!” he said furiously, looking around for his phone.
“Yeah? And I sent it on Wednesday so that’s last night!” she said, patronisingly.
“What the FUCK, Deb!” Neil growled.
“What the fuck exactly! Those noise-cancelling headphones you got me for Christmas came in handy last night but I also wished I could’ve become temporarily hearing impaired!” she exaggerated.
“Sorry, Deb.” Saoirse said from under the duvet.
“Don’t you apologise!” Neil said to Saoirse. “What time did you get here? How did you even get in the door?” he asked his sister.
“I got in about 1am cos I had your spare key. Then you two fell in about half an hour after, making a massive racket!” she replied.
“Is that why the hall light was on?” Saoirse asked, still curled up under the duvet.
“Yeah! I left it on so you’d know I was here!” Deb said. “Right, I’m getting out of here. I’ll leave you to your own company!” she said agitated. She slammed the bedroom door shut and Neil sighed then started laughing.
“Neil, I’m actually dying of embarrassment under here!” Saoirse whined from under the duvet.
“Why? It’s my flat, not hers.” he said. He pulled the duvet back and grabbed her leg, pulling her towards him. “Come on, it’s not that bad.” he chuckled, leaning over her.
Saoirse’s flushed face cringed. “How?! That was the most…”liberated” sex we’ve had,” she hissed. “…and your SISTER was across the hall!”
Neil sniggered and shook his head. “We were having sex…” he said softly shrugging, unsure how to reassure her further.
“Yeah, really loud, hard sex. With the door open. And we were so drunk!” she said, cringing as images of last night flashed through her head.
“I think I still am a bit drunk.” Neil sniggered. “If she had been so upset about it she would’ve interrupted or something. But she was drunk herself so she probably passed out blasting music through her headphones!” he tried to reassure her.
Saoirse sighed. “How are you so calm about this, Neil?” she asked.
“It’s done now.” Neil shrugged. “There’s nothing we can do about it, can’t go back and change it.” he said. “Yeah my sister overheard us shagging, bit awkward but so what?!” he exclaimed. “We had a good night and the sex was fucking awesome, go us!” he held up his hand to hi-five her but she put her hands over her face, shook her head and grumbled. Neil pulled her hands away from her face and looked at her intently, smirking. “You know it, your face just hasn’t caught up yet!” he teased, raising his eyebrows until she reacted.
“Ok, yes! We had a good night and the sex was fucking awesome,” she said, failing to hide a smile as she reluctantly, half-heartedly hi-fived him. Neil grinned and nodded. “but Jesus fucking Christ I am mortified that she heard it.” Saoirse whispered, sitting up against the headboard.
Neil laughed his giddy giggle and stroked her hair. “Aw Saoirse it’s alright. Here, drink your disgustingly strong tea before it goes cold.” he chuckled, handing her a cup of tea and kissing her on the forehead. “With all the places she lived at university, I’m sure she’s heard worse,” he said, cringing at own words.
He lifted a piece of toast and stuffed it into his mouth then sat back beside her on the bed and put his arm round her as she drank her tea and tried to recover her dignity. He nudged her and chuckled as they ate their breakfast until she giggled and they fell into a fit of laughter about the situation.