Chapter 23
Rolling around in the giant bed Caitlyn and Nolan made up for all of the lost time. They made love, talked and cuddled, or dozed, just to wake up starving for each other all over again. It was late afternoon on Saturday before they finally came up for air, crawling out of the bed. Nolan pulled on a pair of simple white boxers, and black basketball shorts.
"Are all your boxers white?" Caitlyn asked watching him feeling deliciously loose and limber.
"I'm a simple man." He said shrugging his shoulders.
"Well, I happen to find it irresistibly sexy." She got out of bed reaching her arms up high and stretching her back.
"Yeah? Any time you wanna see me in them ye just let me know love." Nolan said with a cheeky wink before he walked out of the bedroom to call down and order them some food.
Caitlyn's luggage hadn't made it any further into the suite since Nolan had dragged her inside the door pulling it along with. They had been a little busy devouring each other since then, and clothes weren't required. In fact Caitlyn couldn't remember ever spending a whole day like that before. Thinking she could get used to it she walked into the living room area looking for her luggage. Nolan's eyes never left her as she crossed the room towards her suitcase. The satisfied smile that spread across his face had her insides clenching in response.
"Love? Anytime ye wanna walk about in nothing but yer skin consider me mad up for it. Damn, but that's a sight I'll not be getting sick of seeing for at least a hundred years." Walking to him, still rolling her suitcase behind her she pressed her body snug against his and kissed his lips sweetly.
"I love you Nolan, but if you don't feed me soon I might pass out." She joked with him.
He wrapped his arms around her comfortably, and nuzzled his face into her neck. "I'll not get sick of hearing that either. Yer food is coming my love." Caitlyn kissed him with a smile on her face, before making her way into the bedroom to get dressed.
Laying her suitcase on the rumpled bed she pulled out a pair of leggings, and a long hunter green cable knit sweater setting them out while she searched for her underwear. Smiling to herself she pulled on the bra and panties she had bought for the sole purpose of Nolan peeling them off of her. Once she was dressed Caitlyn stacked her clothes in the dresser, and hung the rest. Walking into the bathroom with her toiletries bag she washed her face and brushed her teeth. Her hair announced to the entire world exactly what she had been doing, there really was no mistaking sex hair. Smiling to herself she left it as it was, wearing it proudly. Sex with Nolan was the toe curling, body quaking, lungs burning, kind. It made her feel powerfully feminine like nothing else ever had in her whole life. Not bothering to put any makeup on, she was just walking back out to him when the knock on the door came announcing their food had arrived.
Caitlyn stood leaning against the bedroom door frame watching a young waiter roll the cart into the room, visibly nervous. Caitlyn guessed he had to be 18 or 19 years old, he stuttered and stammered before asking Nolan if he could have his autograph. Nolan's effortless charm put the young man at ease, as he signed the scrap of paper unearthed from somewhere. Watching Nolan humbly thank the young man, telling him that he would be nowhere without his fans Caitlyn found yet another reason to fall in love with him. He might hate the press invading his privacy, the endless paparazzi photos floating around of him, but she could see that he honestly valued his fans. The young man left the room floating on cloud nine, and Nolan turned towards the food without noticing the effect his kindness had.
"You just made his whole week, ya know." Caitlyn said pulling away from the door frame and walking over to the cozy table Nolan was setting their meal on.
"I just signed me name is all. It's the least I can do, they pay my bills. Everything I've got is because of them. If nobody bought the albums, I wouldn't be able to do what I love." Nolan said easily and without ego.
"How do you get to be so famous that everyone knows your name, but be completely grounded? That's gotta be a talent." Caitlyn said sitting down at the chair Nolan was politely pulling out for her.
"I know that someday this will all just be a memory. The music industry will move on, I need to still be able to look at meself in the mirror when it does. I don't want to spend the rest of my days living down what a diva I was. Besides, that's just not me. Me Mum would bring me back down to earth right quick." Nolan said sitting down across from her.
He had ordered what appeared to her as half of the menu, seriously there was more food here than Caitlyn thought they would be able to eat in the whole weekend. While they munched Nolan told her about growing up in Galway, where his Mum still lived. He had taken off for Dublin as soon as he was able, renting a small flat with three other guys. He spent his time playing guitar in every bar, party, or street corner that would have him. He picked up shifts waiting tables in Sean's pub to help cover his share of the rent, and it was there playing one night that a record label executive happened across him while the man was on vacation. Nolan chalked it all up to luck, but Caitlyn knew for every spark of luck there were endless hours of hard work. After that, the rest is history as they say. He released an album, it was a smash hit, and he's spent the last five years touring and making music.
After consuming as much of the food as possible they settled on the couch. There was a well loved acoustic guitar leaning up against the arm of the couch. Without thinking as soon as he sat down Nolan picked it up and began mindlessly strumming as if the instrument was just an extension of himself. "Nol, how did you manage to go an entire week not playing? I mean before, we were together in Ireland?" She asked tucked up against his side, basking in the warmth that always seemed to be radiating off of him.
"I left it at home." He said chuckling quietly. "If I'm near one its in my hands, can't help meself. Been that way since I first picked one up as a lad. It wasn't that hard, having my hands on ye instead though, love." He looked over at her. "God, but ye had me feelin' some kind of crazed. That first time I didn't know if I could hold it together long enough to take ye there, nothing had ever felt like that before." He confessed.
"For me either. You light me up inside Nolan." She said listening to his fingers move on the strings. "So where exactly is home for you now?" Caitlyn asked him.
"I've a flat in Dublin, and a house in Los Angeles." He told her.
Caitlyn sat quietly next to him awhile, thinking about what he told her. She hadn't gotten around to saying anything when he spoke up.
"I spend most of me time here in the states. The label is here, so it makes the most sense. I try n get back to Ireland as much as possible, few times a year at least, but its not always easy to do." His fingers stopped playing the guitar, and the room somehow felt empty without him filling it with music. "Yer eyes are saying so much love, tell me what yer thinkin."
"Wondering, logistically speaking, how we're going to manage this." She answered him honestly.
"However we need to Caitlyn. We both have careers that are important to us, that will take us away from each other some times. But there is face-time, phone calls, texts, and emails to keep us connected. When the time comes I've no problem moving. Yer sons need to stay in their school, or near their Da, and I understand that. To be fair though, I'd live in a hut on a deserted island if that's where ye were." He said, his hand gliding to the back of her head, fingers tunneling into her hair.
"I appreciate that Nolan, and it means a lot to me. But we don't have to make any decisions about that today. When the time comes, I'm sure we will know what to do." Caitlyn said looking into his eyes. Nolan guided her on to his chest with the hand still on the back of her neck, and kissed the top of her head.
"I'm a right lucky bastard." He said into her curls. Caitlyn looked up at his smiling face and ran her hands across the muscles of his chest feeling the heat from his skin. Touching him was addictive, and she craved him again.
"Nolan." She said, her voice gone husky with need.
"Aye, love." He answered, pulling her up onto his lap.
"How can I need you so bad again already?" Caitlyn's tongue slid along Nolan's lip hungrily. With a groan he opened his mouth, stroking her tongue with his. While she was all but devouring his mouth Nolan slid the sweater up her back, pulling away from her lips to pull it up over her head and toss it somewhere in the room. Before Caitlyn could capture his mouth with hers again Nolan caught sight of her bra. The sheer black lace hiding nothing from his eyes. The abbreviated cups stopped just above her nipples, all but presenting the expanse of creamy skin to him. His hand shaking he ran a finger tip along the top edge of the bra before taking a deep breath.
Encouraged by his reaction Caitlyn stood up, and pulled the simple black leggings over her hips and down her legs revealing the matching thong. Black lace barely covered her pussy, with lace straps resting snugly along her hips. Nolan's hands clenched into fists, his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip. Turning slowly around Caitlyn showed him the thin string of lace nestled there. Reaching out Nolan ran his hands over her rounded ass cheeks. He grasped the panties in his hand, but instead of pulling them down her body he snapped the lace, and they floated down, ruined. Gasping Caitlyn looked back at him. The raw edge of hunger clouded his eyes, as he stood slowly, sliding his body sinuously up hers. Nolan licked across her shoulder, moving her hair aside before kissing the nape of her neck, sending shivers shooting through her body. He dragged his fingers around to the front of her sensitized body and gripped the cups of her bra a moment before pulling his hands quickly apart. The lace gave way with a distinct tearing sound before he tossed that away too.
He cupped the weight of her breasts in his palms, squeezing them slightly upwards. His mouth still feasting on her neck Caitlyn reached her hands behind her to push his shorts down. Catching her nipples he pinched and rolled them as she moaned. His shorts hit the floor, and the heat of his dick scorched her as he rubbed it enticingly between her cheeks. Nolan slid one hand down her stomach, his other still mercilessly working her nipple. He parted the already wet lips with his fingers and rubbed her clit. Caitlyn reached down gripping his hand, needing to hold it to her. "Yer always wet for me, no matter how many time's I've had ye." He said against her neck, his voice deep and raspy with desire.
"Because everything you do to me always feels so damn good." Caitlyn moaned breathlessly. His fingers stroking her sped up, and Caitlyn was bucking wildly against his hand, riding the wave. His teeth scraped against the skin of her neck, and Caitlyn shuddered, coming into his hand.
Nolan sat back down on the couch, his hands on her hips he guided her down on top of his waiting erection. Caitlyn took him inside of her devastatingly slow, savoring every inch before she leaned forward and began moving. Nolan wrapped an arm around Caitlyn, holding her as she leaned forward to ride him, his other one gripping her hips. She could hear his breath coming in quick pants next to her ear, and knew he was getting close already. Caitlyn sped up, rocking her hips quickly. The hand on her hip slid down pressing against her still sensitive clit as she moved.
"Its too much." She panted, shaking her head riding that edge between pleasure and pain, her clit screaming.
"Come with me love, I need to feel ye shatter." He growled pumping his hips up, meeting hers. Helpless to fight the fire raging through her veins with his fingers moving relentless over her, Caitlyn screamed, reaching her hands up in her own hair. Her back arched as the orgasm ripped through her body. Somewhere in the fog of pleasure she heard Nolan's shouted curse as he emptied himself up into her.
Caitlyn collapsed back into Nolan, his chest heaving as they both struggled to breathe. "I take it you liked the black lace?" She asked with a satisfied chuckle.
"I like everything on ye." He said honestly.
"Well I think they look pretty good in tatters on the floor." Caitlyn said thinking her new goal for buying lingerie was finding pieces that drove him to ripping them off her exactly like that.