Whiskey Kisses on St. Paddy's Night with Katherine McNamara

[TheLW]

Whiskey Kisses on St. Paddy's Night
With Katherine McNamara
Written by TheLW
Codes: MF, Alcohol, Car Sex, Blowjob, Fingering, Oral
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.

St. Patrick's Day hit O'Malley's like a green tidal wave. The place was packed wall-to-wall with shamrock beads, fake leprechaun hats, and the kind of laughter that only comes after too many pints. I was up on the small stage near the bar, acoustic guitar in hand, working through a set of Irish standards mixed with some originals, "Dirty Old Town," "The Irish Rover," a few of my own slower ballads to give the crowd a breather. Between songs I kept a Harp on the stool beside me, sipping slow to stay sharp. My eyes kept drifting to the corner booth tucked against the exposed brick wall.

She was impossible to miss. Long blonde waves cascading over her shoulders, catching every bit of the warm pub lighting. She wore this tight emerald-green halter top that hugged her like it was painted on, the bold white letters across the front reading "KISS ME I'M IRISH" with a big shamrock right in the center, stretched taut over her full chest. Black jeans, simple belt, a few rings glinting on her fingers as she lifted her glass of Jameson on the rocks to her lips. She sipped through a straw, eyes flicking up toward the stage with this playful, knowing look that made my fingers fumble a chord. Then she lowered the glass and broke into a wide, genuine smile, eyes crinkling at the corners, head tilting back just a little as she laughed at whatever her friends were saying. It was electric.

I wrapped the set early, thanked the crowd, grabbed my beer, and made my way over before the rational part of my brain could talk me down. The booth was crowded with her group, three or four friends already tipsy, but she looked up as I approached, that same bright smile flashing again.

"Nice pipes up there," she said, voice carrying just enough whiskey warmth. "You take requests?"

"Depends who's asking." I nodded at her shirt. "That top's doing half the work for me tonight. Bold move."

She laughed, low and easy. "It's St. Patrick's Day. Figured I'd lean in. I'm Kat."

I introduced myself, slid into the open spot across from her when one of her friends scooted over. We started talking, music first, how I gigged around the city, how she was in town visiting friends and needed a proper Irish pub crawl. Her friends were loud, fun, but after another round (Jameson for her, Harp for me), they started making noises about heading to the next spot. Kat stayed put, her knee brushing mine under the table.

"Are you ditching them?" I asked.

She leaned in, lips close to my ear over the din. "They're fun, but I'm not done here yet. You got somewhere quieter? I saw your van out back, gear in the windows. Musician's ride?"

My heart slammed. "Yeah. It's not fancy, but it's got space."

Her fingers traced the rim of her glass. "Show me."

We slipped out the back door into the chilly March night, the muffled roar of the pub fading behind us. The van was parked in the alley shadow, passenger side against the wall. I unlocked it, slid the door open, and she climbed in first, kicking off her boots as she went. The interior smelled like strings, old leather, and a faint hint of weed from last night's performance. I'd folded the back seats down weeks ago, thrown in a thin mattress and some blankets for exactly nights like this, long hauls or, occasionally, better company.

The door slammed shut. Kat turned, grabbed the front of my shirt, and pulled me down into a kiss that tasted like Jameson and heat. Her mouth was soft but hungry, tongue sliding against mine as her hands roamed under my tee. I groaned into her, hands finding the bare skin of her back where the halter tied. She arched into me, pressing those perfect tits against my chest.

"I've been thinking about this since your second song," she murmured, nipping my lower lip.

I tugged the halter strings loose, the green fabric slipped down, pooling at her waist. No bra, just smooth, warm skin and hard pink nipples begging for attention. I cupped her breasts, thumbs circling slowly at first, then pinching just enough to make her gasp. She pushed me back onto the mattress, straddling my hips, grinding down on me.

Kat's hands worked my belt open with practiced ease, the metal buckle clinking softly in the quiet of the van. She tugged the zipper down next, impatient, shoving my jeans and boxers low enough that my cock sprang free, rock-hard, throbbing, from how long I'd been imagining this. The cool air hit my skin for only a second before her warm fingers wrapped around me, gripping firm at the base and stroking upward in slow, deliberate pulls that made my breath hitch.

She kept her eyes on mine as she leaned in, kissing me again, deeper this time, tongue sliding against mine with a hungry edge while her hand kept that steady pace. Every upstroke twisted just a little at the head, thumb brushing over the sensitive underside, spreading the slickness she'd coaxed out. I groaned into her mouth, hips jerking involuntarily into her fist.

Then she broke the kiss, a wicked little smile curving her lips as she slid lower. Her blonde hair fell forward like a golden curtain, brushing my thighs as she settled between my legs. She licked a slow, flat stripe from base to tip first, teasing, tasting, before wrapping her lips around the head. Warm, wet suction enveloped me instantly. Her tongue swirled circles around the ridge, flicking the slit, then she sank down further, taking more of me inch by inch until I nudged the back of her throat.

I hissed through my teeth, the sensation shooting straight up my spine. My fingers threaded into her hair, feeling the soft strands slip through as she started to bob. She moaned low around my length, the feeling rippling through me like electricity, making my abs tighten and my toes curl against the mattress. Her cheeks hollowed with each downward slide, lips stretched tight, a soft wet sound filling the van every time she pulled back almost to the tip before plunging down again.

Her eyes looked up to meet mine, mischievous and intense even in the dim light filtering through the tinted windows. She knew exactly what she was doing to me. One hand stayed wrapped around the base, stroking what her mouth couldn't reach, while the other cupped my balls, rolling them in her palm, adding another layer of heat that had me fighting not to thrust too deep.

"Fuck, Kat..." I managed, voice rough, hips twitching despite my best efforts to stay still.

She pulled off with a wet pop, a thin string of saliva connecting her lips to the glistening head for a heartbeat before it broke. She grinned wickedly, licking her swollen lips. "Not yet," she whispered, voice husky from the effort. "I want to feel you lose it inside me later."

Before I could respond, I flipped her onto her back in one smooth motion. She landed on the blankets, legs parting instinctively. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her black jeans and thong together, yanking them down her hips in a single impatient tug. She lifted her ass to help, kicking the denim free until it tangled at her ankles. Then she was bare from the waist down, smooth skin, toned thighs, and between them, her pussy already soaked, lips flushed pink and glistening in the low light. The scent of her arousal hit me hard, sweet and heady.

I spread her thighs wider, draping one long leg over my shoulder so I could get closer. She shivered as my breath ghosted over her snatch. I started slowly, tongue flat and broad, licking a long stripe from her entrance up to the swollen bud, savoring the way she tasted, the way her hips rocked toward me on the first contact. Then I focused. circling her clit with the tip of my tongue, slow loops at first, building the pressure gradually. Her breathing turned ragged almost immediately.

When I sucked, pulling the sensitive nub between my lips, she gasped, back arching off the mattress. "Oh, fuck..." Two fingers slid inside her easily, she was so wet they glided into the second knuckle without resistance. She clenched tight around them right away, hot and pulsing. I curled them upward, stroking that rough patch inside while my tongue kept working her over, faster now, flicking side to side, then sucking harder.

Her hands flew to my hair, gripping hard enough to sting, pulling me closer as her hips bucked against my face. "Right there, don't stop, God, yes," She was loud, unashamed, moans echoing off the metal walls of the van. I added a third finger, stretching her a little more, pumping in time with my tongue until her thighs started trembling around my head.

Kat came suddenly, hard, inner walls fluttering and clamping down on my fingers, a fresh rush of wetness coating my hand as she cried out, body shaking. I kept going through it, gentling my licks but not stopping until the orgasm faded and her grip in my hair loosened.

When I finally lifted my head, her chest was heaving, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy with pleasure. She looked down at me with that same playful spark from the pub, lips parted.

"Get up here," she breathed, tugging at my shoulders. "I need you inside me. Now."

I didn't give her time to come down. Her thighs quivering around my ears, but she reached for me anyway, pulling me up her body with surprising strength. "Come here," she breathed, voice thick and wrecked. Her legs wrapped around my waist like vines, digging into the small of my back, urging me closer. I settled between her thighs, cock throbbing against her slick entrance.

I pushed in slow at first, savoring every bit of how she stretched around me. Hot, wet velvet gripping tight, fluttering from her recent orgasm. She gasped softly with each forward slide, nails scraping lightly down my arms, eyes half-lidded and locked on mine. When I bottomed out, hips flush against hers, we both stilled for a heartbeat, breathing the same air, feeling the full, deep connection.

Then I started moving, deeper, harder, building a rhythm that made the van rock gently on its springs. She met every thrust, hips rolling up to take me even further, nails raking down my back hard enough to leave red trails I could already feel stinging. "Harder," she demanded, voice rough and raw from moaning. "Fuck me like you mean it."

I did. Deep, steady thrusts that slapped skin on skin, the wet sounds of us filling the cramped space. Her tits bounced with each slam, full and perfect, nipples hard and grazing my chest hair every time I bottomed out. Sweat started to bead between us, making everything slicker, hotter. I hooked one arm under her knee, lifting her leg higher so I could angle deeper, hitting that spot inside her that made her eyes roll back and her mouth fall open as she moaned out loud.

A few moments later, we shifted positions, she pushed at my chest until I rolled onto my back. Kat then straddled me, hands planted on my pecs for leverage. Then she rode me, grinding hips, circling her pelvis so her sex hole dragged against my pubic bone on every downstroke. I gripped her ass with both hands, fingers digging into soft flesh, guiding her faster, helping her chase the friction she needed. Sweat slicked our skin now, her hair sticking to her flushed neck and shoulders in damp strands. She leaned down, kissing me filthy, tongue deep, teeth nipping my lip, whispering dirty encouragements against my mouth between gasps.

"God, you feel so fucking good," she murmured, voice breaking as she ground harder. "So thick, stretching me just right, don't stop, keep filling me up..."

Her words lit a fire in my gut. I thrust up to meet her, matching her pace, the mattress creaking under us. One hand slid up to cup her breast, thumb flicking her nipple while the other stayed on her hip, controlling the pace. She arched back, head thrown, blonde waves cascading down her spine, tits thrust forward as she rode me like she owned me. The sight alone nearly pushed me over the edge, her flushed skin glowing in the dim alley light seeping through the windows, lips parted, eyes glazed with pleasure.

I flipped her again, this time onto her knees, ass up, face down against the blanket. From behind she felt even tighter, the angle letting me sink impossibly deeper. I thrust hard, one hand braced on her lower back to keep her arched just right, the other reaching around to rub her pussy in tight, relentless motions. She pushed back to meet every slam, moaning my name like a chant, "Yes, fuck, right there, more," begging shamelessly. Her vaginal walls started fluttering again, building toward another peak.

Kat's second orgasm hit like a wave crashing, body shaking violently, clamping down on my cock so hard it stole my breath. She cried out, muffled into the pillow, hips jerking erratically as she came apart around me. The squeeze was brutal, perfect, I almost lost it right then, but I gritted my teeth and kept going, chasing my own edge through her.

She reached back blindly, nails digging into my thigh, pulling me deeper. "Come inside me... please..." Her voice was wrecked, desperate. "Fill me up, I want to feel it."

That did it. The words, the grip, the way she clenched one last time around me, it snapped the last thread of control. I buried myself as deep as I could go, hips stuttering, cock throbbing hard as I came inside her. Wave after wave of release flooded out, hot and thick, groaning low against her shoulder while my body shook with the force of it. She moaned softly, milking every last drop with slow, deliberate squeezes of her inner muscles.

"Jesus," Kat whispered.

"Best encore I've ever played."

Outside, faint strains of another Irish tune drifted from O'Malley's open door, fiddles and laughter carrying on the wind. Inside in the van though, it was just us, skin cooling slowly, hearts still racing, the kind of luck that had nothing to do with shamrocks and everything to do with the woman still wrapped around me like she never planned to let go.

The End