Kilted Lover (9 page)

Scott grinned. “If you want.” He gave her a sensual look, and then closed the bathroom door.

True, she had kilt fantasies, and now he knew about them. They’d already had sex so she shouldn’t be embarrassed.

She paced in the galley, trying to figure out what to do about Scott, when she noticed a movement through one of the windows. And two naked bodies lying on the boat next to theirs. She stopped, her mouth hanging open. Their neighbors had no shame, but they did have nice physiques. They appeared to be sunbathing, but this didn’t last long. The man grew hard while he stroked the woman’s breasts and gave her deep tongue kisses. He rolled between her thighs, exposing his white buns. She remembered stroking Scott’s ass last night—so hard and tight. Mmm. She loved the way the muscles flexed and bunched while he was thrusting up into her.

The neighbors’ missionary position hid any sex parts, and the closed window blocked any sounds. But they were still an arousing spectacle.

Leslie’s body tingled and moisture gathered between her legs.
I shouldn’t watch
. She had never even watched a porn movie. She turned her back, crossed the room and turned on the small TV. Changed channels. But she couldn’t concentrate on the news show. The temptation was too much. She edged back toward the window and took another peek. Wow, those two were hot for each other. The thrusting continued at a faster pace.

“Definitely better than TV,” Scott said in her ear.

“Oh, my God!” She jumped and the remote went flying.

Scott held her in place and chuckled. She closed her eyes to better savor his warm breath and lips on her neck, his wet hair against her jaw. He smelled fresh and soapy from the shower.

“I wasn’t watching,” she said.

“No? I was hoping you were.”

“I took a peek.”

“Uh-huh. They want us to watch. Otherwise they wouldn’t be putting on a show.”

“They don’t know we’re watching. Do they?”
How mortifying.

“They know I’m staying on the boat.”

“Oh. Well, they’re probably trying to impress you.”

“Right.”

But since he was the most impressive man she’d ever seen, likely nothing would impress Scott.

“Maybe they want you to join them.”

“Ha. Now that I believe,” he said doubtfully. He led her to the small sofa just outside the galley and they sat. “I think we can watch from here.”

She jumped up, turning her back to the window. “You’re so bad!”

“So are you.” Grinning, he lounged back, wearing only a kilt. His bare chest and rippled abs were so yummy, she wanted to lick him all over. And she couldn’t help but notice the bulge beneath the plaid. “Come on. Sit beside me. You don’t have to watch them.”

Well, since she had a keen interest in getting intimate with him again, she capitulated and sat on the sofa. When her gaze drifted to the small window, she couldn’t believe the naughty display. She immediately covered her eyes. “They changed positions!” And this one left nothing to the imagination. They must have known Scott came into the room. “Are you sure they can’t see us?”

“No. It’s dark in here.”

“Whew!”

“Want me to tell you what they’re doing?” Scott murmured in her ear.

“I know what they’re doing. It’s kind of obvious.” She kept her eyes covered.

“Let me explain in detail.” The smile was evident in his voice. “She’s sitting on him with her back to him. Their legs are spread, giving us a clear view of all the action. She’s riding his dick like she’s wild for it. Her breasts are bouncing.” Scott pulled her earlobe into his mouth and nibbled. He splayed his big hand on her stomach, tugging her against him. “Mmm, that makes me want to suck your nipples.”

A sudden rush of arousal bubbled through Leslie, and she gasped with the force of it. She wanted Scott to do a lot more than suck her nipples. She yanked her shirt over her head. He unfastened her bra, flung it away, and then knelt before her, between her legs. Taking her breasts into his hands, he drew one nipple into his mouth. He flicked the tip of his tongue across it back and forth, stimulating it to a hard bead. She arched her back, giving him all he wanted, and hugged him to her.

“Mmm, yeah,” he moaned.

Her gaze drifted to the window and she saw what he’d described. The man lay on his back, the woman on top of him, face up. The man’s hands held her thighs aloft while he drove into her over and over. His testicles bounced with each hard thrust. His glistening penis was large but not as impressive as Scott’s.

Leslie ached with need now. Scott switched to her other breast, sucking and licking. She buried her hands in his hair and held his head. Her mind flashed back to when they first met. She’d wanted him on sight and now she knew why. They had incredible chemistry. He turned her on like a thousand-watt bulb.

A bit shocked at herself, she observed the spectacle out the window. The woman was now switched around and sucking the man’s staff while she straddled his face. Since Leslie had little experience with oral sex, she watched the woman’s technique. She held his shaft at the base and pushed the head deep as it would go. It had to be going down her throat. Then the woman stroked his shaft up and down with one hand while giving the head a working over with her tongue as if it were an ice cream cone. Leslie would love to do that to Scott. Then the woman sat on the man’s cock with her legs splayed wide. The man pistoned his hips, thrusting fast and hard.

“I knew you’d like watching,” Scott said.

“What? No, I don’t.”

He grinned, sat beside her, and pulled her onto his lap.

“What are you doing?”

“Relax,” he whispered, her bare back against his chest and his breath hot in her ear—like in the car, like in her fantasy.

She nestled her derriere against his erection. He stroked a hand upward and closed the warmth of his fingers over her breast. He moaned into her ear and rolled her aroused nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“You watch the show and I’ll take care of you.” His other hand trailed downward, and he untied the drawstring waist of her shorts. Her anticipation was so great, she couldn’t breathe. He slid his hand between her spread legs and into her moist heat. She almost blasted off like a rocket, she craved his touch so badly.

“Mmm, Les,” he hissed. “You’re not wearing panties.”

“I washed them.”

He stroked and circled her clit, spreading her moisture.

“Scott, I want you.”

He slipped a finger inside her and she could do nothing but thrust her hips and writhe, wanting something bigger than his finger. A second finger joined the first and he pushed them in and out with the same rhythm as the man across the way drove his cock into his woman.

“Are you watching?” Scott asked.

“Yes.”

He then stroked her G-spot, making her crazy. Her hips lifted and she rode his fingers, wishing he’d give her his cock instead.

The woman again got up and gave the man oral sex, as she had before.

“Mmm. Look at that.” Scott removed his fingers from her and stroked one over her mouth. Leslie opened and he slid his finger inside, mimicking what they saw next door.

Growling, Scott ground his cock against her ass. “Damn, you’re sexy.” He slid his fingers in and out of her mouth in a rhythmic motion. She was growing more used to the erotic flavor of her essence and it made her so horny she couldn’t stand it.

He returned his fingers to her crotch and slid them deep.

“I want you inside me,” she said.

“Come on my hand.” He stroked her clit, magic circles that sent tingles spiraling out. The intensity grew and flew out of control. The pleasure consumed her and she screamed, pressing back into him hard.

Scott whispered passionate words in her ear. When the orgasm released her, she went limp as a piece of seaweed. No one had ever brought her such instantaneous pleasure the way he did.

He kissed a trail across her cheek to her mouth. He licked her lips and thrust his tongue into her mouth. “You taste sexy.”

After a long kiss, she rose and turned her attention to his kilt. She would bet he was being a true Scot now and wearing nothing beneath it. He looked like a Highlander of Norse ancestry with that long, wet hair and tall, muscular body.

She knelt between his knees. Arousal again rose within her. She slid her hands up his tanned thighs with their rough, golden brown hairs, pushing his kilt up as she went.

“What are you doing?” he murmured in a husky tone.

“I want to see what you wear under this kilt.”

Kilted Lover: Chapter 6

Half mast, Scott’s dark eyes bored into Leslie’s. His lips parted, and his breath altered.

Leslie pushed the kilt higher, and his cock sprang out at her, hard and rearing to go.

“Oh, I see. Invisible underwear.”

His short laugh segued into a throaty moan.

She cupped his hefty testicles in her hand and kissed his shaft, hard as hot marble.

He sucked in a hissing breath and pulsed beneath her mouth.

She trailed her tongue up his long length to the flared tip and took the head into her mouth.

“Ah, Les.” He grated the words and buried his hands in her hair. “You’re so freakin’ hot.”

She’d never been considered hot before, so it had to be him that made her so. With his irresistible sex appeal, he’d turned her into a bad girl. What a novel experience. She felt a tinge of guilt and a wave of independence.

Mmm. His aroused male scent, musky and potent, kicked her instincts into overdrive. She ached for him to slide deep inside her, but she also craved the taste of him, the hard, smooth feel of him in her mouth. The head prodded the back of her throat but she didn’t have half of him yet. He was so large that her jaws hurt. She firmly stroked the base of his shaft up and down with her hand, wishing she could gobble him up completely. She sucked all the moisture off the head again, then gently grazed her teeth across the base of the head just the way he liked it.

He thrust his hips once, briefly and released a growling groan. “Les, you’re killing me. You’re going to make me come.”

“Good.”

“No, not good. Not yet.”

She licked the wet, satiny tip. “Don’t make me stop.” She was afraid he’d created a monster. She couldn’t get enough of oral sex with him now.

He grasped her arms and lifted her. “If you’re not used to the taste of cum, you might not like it.”

“I will, if it’s yours.” Besides, she wanted to know what it tasted like. She wanted to know everything about him.

“Not yet.” Sweat beaded his brow. “Damn. The condoms are in the stateroom.”

“No, I have one right here.” She pulled the packet from her shorts pocket, opened it and rolled the condom into place.

While she slipped off her shorts, she studied him. Nothing could be sexier than him sitting with his kilt flipped up to his washboard abs and his rod jutting up, waiting for her.

She straddled him, and he kissed her, long and thorough, his tongue sweeping across hers. When she lowered herself onto him, he stared deeply into her eyes and for a moment she thought she saw profound emotion lurking there. What could he be feeling? Did he, like her, wish this brief fling would never end? Then he closed his eyes and purred as he slid deeper.

“You’re so big,” she whispered, the stretching becoming uncomfortable to her sore body.

“And you’re sweet and wet.” Firmly imbedded in her, he pulled her forward and kissed her, flicking his tongue against her lips. He grasped her hips and lifted her, almost withdrawing. “Ride me hard, Les,” he whispered. “Come on, baby, fuck me.”

“Scott! You’re so bad.” His erotic words drenched her with moisture. Her muscles relaxed a bit more, and he slid deeper.

“I’ll blame that on you,” he said amid harsh breaths. “All I can think about when I’m around you is sex. And how I want to slide my cock deep inside you and give you a good hard pounding. Even from the first time I saw you.”

“Really?” she breathed. “The first time you saw me?”

“Yeah. I wanted you then and there. You made me hard.”

His confession sent an ache to her center, and her pulse thumped in her ears. “I wanted you, too.” She raised and lowered herself on him, increasing the speed.

“Ah, yes,” he said. “Faster.”

After a few moments, her leg muscles burned and she slowed.

“Turn around,” he said, urging her up again.

“Why?”

“We’re going to do what our neighbors did.”

She switched around and straddled him from the back. He held his cock at the ready while she lowered herself onto him. His width again stretched her in a different way. She arched her back, eager for his invasion. He slid his hips forward on the sofa, angling her body back against his. Lying on his chest, she pushed her hands up around his neck and into his hair. With his first withdrawal and thrust, wild need drove through her. She arched further. He breathed against her ear, whispering naughty phrases. He fingered her clit, caressing in circles while he slid to her depths. He then lifted her, holding her up while hammering into her fast.

The pleasure increased a hundredfold, and she almost passed out from the bliss. She gasped and cried out.

After only a few seconds, her orgasm slammed into her with such force that she lost awareness and drowned in wringing ecstasy. Holding his neck, she clutched him as she shuddered and trembled. He stiffened beneath her, his muscles going iron-hard. Abruptly he grabbed her to him, driving to the hilt and growling as he climaxed. His face against hers, he breathed hard.

In the aftermath, she laid her head back against his chest and looked up at his gorgeous face. His heart pounded against her ear. They strained for breath, and he rasped an amazed curse.

Exhausted, she tried to will some strength back into her weak arms and some rationality into her sex-saturated brain. He lifted her off him, turned her sideways and cradled her in his arms.

She kissed his chin softly, and then his cheek. She wrapped strands of his hair around her finger, realizing she treasured everything about him.

I’m falling for him.

“I feel like the worst bastard in the world, but I’ve never had better sex.” Scott kissed her lips briefly.