Kilted Lover (7 page)

“Mmm, Les. You’re so sexy. So wet.” He stroked her gently, circling, spreading. At last, he slid a finger fully into her.

“Oh yes, yes, yes,” she hissed.

His words and his touch stole her thoughts. And she was merely his puppet for long seconds of bliss and torture as he teased her G-spot. Fisting her hands in the sheets, she thrust her hips upward shamelessly. She wanted more!

“Scott,” she gasped.

“You’re so tight. I don’t want to hurt you.”

She groaned. “You won’t. I want you. Now.” She pulled at his wrist. “Please. Don’t make me beg.”

“Never. You never have to beg me. Just relax.”

Something larger entered her—two fingers, sliding. The gentle stretching sensation was sublimely erotic. She tried to relax like he’d said but her body tightened like a spring ready to uncoil out of control.

“How does that feel?” he asked, his breathing unsteady.

“Ah! Wonderful! More, please.” She reached for his rock-hard cock and stroked the tip with her finger. A trickle of moisture slicked across his skin. “Mmm, Scott.”

“See how bad I want you?”

“Yes. Have me! Have me!”

He chuckled and withdrew his fingers. “I need your help with something.” He leaned toward the edge of the bed to open the nightstand drawer.

Mindless as she was, she barely comprehended.

He sat back and ripped open a packet in the darkness. After positioning the condom on the tip, he placed her fingers on it and guided her in rolling it downward. It sheathed his cock so tightly that the thin latex felt ready to explode. That he asked for her help with that simple, arousing task brought her closer to him.

She wanted nothing more than to have his huge power thrusting within her, wild and insane with pleasure. Though she hadn’t known him long, his touch was familiar, intimate and gentle. He was water to her thirsty body. He lay over her, holding himself up with his elbows. His long hair brushed and tickled her ear on one side.

“I wish I could see you now and watch your face when I slide into you,” he whispered against her mouth.

Yes, but to see him now might be too much. She wondered what the look in his dark eyes might be. Their breaths mingled and caught when he nudged against her. She squirmed, trying to get closer.

“Relax.” He licked her lips and thrust his tongue briefly between them.

He entered her slowly, the stretching sensation so intense, both pain and pleasure braided together in a tight coil. It was almost like the first time, but without the sharp feel of her barrier breaking. He filled her in a way she was unprepared for. Nothing had ever felt like this before.

“Am I hurting you?” He trembled with restraint.

“No. Am I hurting you?”

He released a short laugh. “Killing me. You’re squeezing me so tight.”

“It’s your own fault.” She lifted her hips to force him deeper. Her body yielded, inch by torturous inch.

“Yeah. More, take more,” he said in a ragged whisper. “I want to be deep inside you.”

With his intense words, a blend of eroticism and emotion unfurled within her, and she wanted to give him anything and everything he wanted. “Yes,” she whispered, and pressed her fingertips against his flexing ass muscles to pull him deeper.

Never had anyone been more completely and fully inside her. Even her soul embraced him. She hadn’t known such perfection existed.

Sucking her earlobe, he withdrew slowly and pushed in again. He moaned and whispered encouragements. Pleasure tingled through her and instinct possessed her. Arching up, she met his next thrust, and the next. She gently bit the firm curve of his biceps muscle, urging him on. She reveled in his alpha-male domination, the way he spread her wide and plunged deep. Over and over.

Soon, devastating pleasure exploded through her, propelling her to the heights of sexual bliss. Vaguely aware that she cried out, she shuddered around him and her whole body clenched him tightly. At the same moment, he tensed, ground his cock deeper and growled against her ear.

***

Scott lay in bed waiting for Leslie to return from the bathroom.
I should kick my own ass. She’s somebody else’s girlfriend.

No, the only way he would deserve an ass-kicking was if he’d refused her. She’d needed him as much as he needed her. He wasn’t passing up an opportunity to indulge a lightening-hot attraction. He couldn’t remember being so drawn to a woman.

Granted, he hadn’t had sex in about a month, the last time being that one night stand he’d told her about. Damned if Leslie wasn’t as sweet and hot as boiling molasses. Bold, yet shy. The kind of woman he fantasized about.

He hoped she’d return to his bed. He wanted her again, and this time, he’d watch the expressions on her beautiful face.

The door opened. When she came toward him, wearing nothing but a shy smile, happiness spread through him. The soft glow of the lamp fired up the red highlights in her hair and illuminated her pale curves.

He lifted the sheet, and she crawled into bed beside him.

“Haven’t had enough, huh?” He pulled her tight against him.

“No,”
she breathed.

“How would you feel about me licking all that cinnamon off you?”

“What?”

“Your gorgeous freckles. You look like you’ve been sprinkled with cinnamon.”

“Oh, God!” She punched playfully at him. “I hate my freckles. Don’t make fun of them.”

“Les, I love freckles. You’re beautiful, sexy, hot, and—”

She pressed a finger to his lips. “Stop your lies.”

With a light snarl, he clamped her finger between his teeth and threatened to bite.

“Don’t,” she warned.

He licked her finger, and then sucked on it.

The allure of her darkening eyes and parting lips hardened his cock once again.

“You said one night, not one time,” she whispered.

“Right.” Did she have to bring up the one night thing? Her heart belonged to another man, but she wanted Scott’s body. Or maybe he was just a convenient plaything. She could arouse him beyond bearing while she broke his heart. The hell of it was that he didn’t care. He wanted her any way he could get her.

Under the sheet, she closed her hand around his tingling prick and squeezed. A bolt of renewed lust shook him. “You said I could be on top.” She stroked her thumb over the sensitive tip. A frisson of pleasure immobilized him.

“Anything you want, babe.” Damned if he wasn’t her slave. What could be better?

She rose up over him and pressed her lips to his while she stroked him up and down with her small, cool hand.

Groaning, he trailed his tongue over her lips. He slipped a hand between her legs and found her as ready as he was again. At his touch, she moaned softly and trembled, and then crawled toward the edge of the bed. She pulled open the nightstand drawer and searched inside. “Dang! There are a lot of condoms in here.”

“Twenty-three.”

Her blush reappeared. “Paul was trying to get us together, wasn’t he? Why?”

Scott knew why, but at the moment, he didn’t feel like revealing his breakup of several months ago. “Because he’s a sex fiend, and he thinks everyone else should be, too.”

“You make me a sex fiend.”

Mmm, he liked the sound of that. “Oh, really?”

“Yes.” She tore open the condom packet, took out the circle, and scrutinized it. Maybe she wasn’t as sexually experienced as she wanted him to think. She made a move to place the condom on him but stopped, staring at his dick—dare he say
examining it
? He tensed with uncertainty.

“You’re beautiful.” She leaned over and kissed the tip.

Arousal thundered through him, scorching hot. He closed his eyes and moaned, resisting the primal urge to thrust.

Les was the most surprising, tempting woman he’d ever met. When he opened his eyes she stared at him with dark seduction. Wanting more, he tangled his fingers in her hair.

She seemed hesitant, but didn’t move away. Wrapping her hand around his shaft, she stroked him with her velvety tongue, licking a thousand flames to life inside him.

The hot wetness of her mouth felt incredible. Eroticism gripped him and his control slipped. Involuntarily, his hips lifted off the bed. “Mmm, Les,” he rasped. “Bite me.”

She frowned.

“Gently.”

The edges of her teeth clamped lightly behind his cock head while she licked. The firm pressure gave him the urge to flip her onto her back and fuck her hard. The beginning tinges of orgasm threatened.

“God, Les,” he growled and tugged her away. “That’s so good I can’t take it.” He didn’t want her to stop, but he didn’t want to come yet either. He inhaled a deep breath, and kissed her cheek, his brain clearing marginally.

“I’ve never done that before,” she said.

Had he misunderstood? “You’re kidding.”

She shook her head. “I’ve never wanted to perform oral sex until now.”

Awe immobilized him. Why couldn’t she be his? Why couldn’t every night be like this? He kissed her lips. “Why did you want to with me?”

“I told you, you’re beautiful.”

The emotion in her dark blue eyes struck him like a sharp kick to his gut. “How many times have you had sex?”

She shrugged. “Five.”

“Five times?” The number startled him. He didn’t know whether because of its precision or its small size. “Including a minute ago with me?”

“Yes.”

“Damn. You’re almost a virgin.”

“No, I’m not!”

He bit his lip, but couldn’t hold back the snicker. She was the most precious thing he’d ever encountered.

“Don’t laugh at me.”

“Baby, I’m not laughing at you. I think you’re incredible. Adorable.”

She lowered her face, a smile and blush spreading across her cheeks.

“How many men, not counting me?”

“Scott! You’re not supposed to ask that.”

He grinned. “We’re lovers. I can ask anything I want.”

“Two.”

“Fletcher?” That name left a bitter taste in his mouth and guilt in his gut.

“Yes, and my first boyfriend from high school.”

Questions crowded Scott’s mind. Granted, some people never had sex before marriage, but it was rare these days, and they usually had a specific moral reason. “You and Fletcher have been dating ten months, and you’ve only made love two or three times?”

“Yes. Twice. Or once and a half.”

“A half?”

She pressed her forehead against his chest. “I can’t believe we’re discussing this.”

“After what we just did, we can talk about anything.”

She drew back. “The second time with Fletcher was very disappointing for both of us. So that’s why we never tried it again.”

Scott wasn’t quite nosy enough to ask what happened. If Fletcher had erectile dysfunction, he didn’t want to know the details. “So, how long since the last time?”

“Two months.”

He wouldn’t ask why she was still dating him. After all, a sexual problem was no reason to dump a man if she had feelings for him. Was that why she wanted Scott, because she was starved for sex? Truth was, her reasons didn’t matter. They shared something special and perfect. For one night, she was his. He wasn’t going to waste any more of it.

Scott rolled over her, licking her perky, full breasts, flicking and drawing on her beaded nipples until she sighed. Arching her back, she offered her breasts to him freely. She breathed his name, further seducing him.

Trailing kisses down her ribs and stomach, he moved lower. “Has anyone ever kissed you here?” He nuzzled the silky auburn curls over her sex.

She shook her head and tried to press her legs together.

“Oh, no, you don’t.” He crawled between her thighs and spread them, relishing the idea he could give her something no one else had.

She covered her face with her hands. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to.” He loved oral sex as much as any other part of sex, especially when he was so attracted to a woman he yearned to devour her. He wanted to taste her, learn her unique flavor. Kissing up the inside of her thighs, he inhaled the musky, feminine scent of her arousal. It injected him with a wildness, a need to slide his cock deep into her, that he tempered when he stroked his tongue through her sweet moisture, up between her slick folds and across her swollen clit.

“Mmm.” He pushed her legs further apart, opening her wide for his feasting. He ate and licked and thrust his tongue deep into her wet pussy. The sounds of her pleasure, gasps and moans, spurred him on. Her hips jerked as she rode his tongue. He flicked her clit over and over, suckled at the hard little firecracker. He wanted her to explode against his mouth. A moment later she did, screaming, convulsing and arching upwards.

He drank in her every move and expression while she shivered and gasped for breath on her return to Earth. He pressed kisses to her lower belly where she trembled inside and stroked a hand over her body until she calmed.

“Oh, Scott!” Leslie observed him where he lounged between her legs like a sated, golden lion. He wiped his mouth and licked his lips. Never had she experienced, or even imagined, the devastating things a man could do with his tongue. Her heart thudded hard.

“Did you like that?” her tormenter asked, a wicked gleam sparkling in his eyes.

“Yes. Oh, yes,” she whispered. She had never thought a man would actually enjoy performing oral sex. Fletcher had never attempted it. Uncertainty filled her. “Did you like it?”

A rumble vibrated from Scott’s throat, reminding her of a deep purr. “I loved it.” With a naughty smile, he flicked his tongue into her navel. “You taste like hot strawberry pie.”

“No, I don’t!” How ridiculous.

He moved upward and encircled her nipple with his tongue, while gazing at her intently. “Wanna bet?”

What did he mean? His eyes darkened further with some secret she didn’t know.

His mouth hovered over hers, and he watched her. When she smelled the musky scent of her sex, she realized what he meant.

“Taste my lips,” he dared.

“No.” She turned her head aside, slightly shocked.

He laughed. “Come on, it’s sexy. You’ll like it. I promise. You taste so good.” He kissed her ear, her cheek, closer to her mouth.

The eroticism of the gesture bloomed within her and she accepted his kiss, opened her mouth to taste herself on his tongue. It was sweet like he’d said, but wild and forbidden. He ate at her mouth, leaving her taste so thoroughly that a new arousal spiked through her.