“So, do we take off our clothes and make a run for it?” Amelia glanced at the door that led to the back porch.
“No.” I narrowed my eyes. “I’m going to undress ye slowly, tease ye until ye can’t take anymore, and then we’re going to the hot tub.”
“Oh damn…” Amelia blinked a couple of times in surprise and gulped.
I walked around the table and pulled Amelia to her feet. Our eyes met an instant before our lips did, and I started to slowly pull at her clothes. I planned to savor every second and have her panties so wet that they slid down without even being touched before I was done. If it was going to be her first time, I was going to make damn sure it was memorable. We had no reason to rush and all the privacy in the world.
“Yer pretty little pussy is going to come for me so many times tonight that ye won’t even remember yer own name when I’m done.” I kissed the side of her neck and moved her shirt up so that I could let my fingers graze against her skin. “Yer cherry is mine—I’m going to be yer first and yer last.”
“That’s quite a commitment to make with someone you just met.” Amelia exhaled sharply and leaned her head against me.
“I’m a man that knows what I want, and what I want is ye…” I traced my way up to her bra. “Every inch of ye—tonight and every night I can have ye in my bed—until the day ye don’t have a reason to leave it.”
“Are you trying to make me come without even touching me?” Another sharp exhale was followed by a smile.
“I might…” I pulled her shirt off slowly and tossed it on the floor. “Maybe more than once.”
“Can I touch you, or do I have to keep my hands to myself?” Her eyes locked on mine.
“There will be plenty of time for that later.” I leaned forward and let my lips dance along her shoulder. “This is all about ye.”
“Okay…” She let out a gasp when I moved my lips back to earlobe.
“I just want ye to say that yer mine.” I brushed my lips against her ear as I spoke.
“I’m yours…” She shuddered, and I felt goosebumps erupt on her skin.
“Always, lass—fucking always.” I reached back and started to remove her bra.
Amelia’s bra fell to the floor, and my lips were immediately on her skin. I wanted to taste every square inch of her before I claimed her innocence. I wanted her to feel special, sexy, and like she was mine in every way. Was I ready to devote my life to the goddess that wandered into my life and stormed straight towards my heart? I sure as fuck felt like I was. There was something about her that just screamed for me—everything about her made my body crave more. Maybe the reason I never felt the right connection with others was because when it was right—it was instantaneous, no matter how much I tried to fight it.
“I thought the best part of tonight was going to be seeing you in your kilt.” Amelia shuddered underneath my kisses as I planted them along her shoulders.
“Ye thought wrong.” I put my hands on her hips and slowly moved them to around to the front of her jeans.
“Hold on…” She pushed her hand into her pocket and pulled away.
“What’s wrong?” I gave her a confused glance as she picked up her shirt.
“Sorry, I got something for later.” She put her shirt on the couch and pushed something underneath it. “Not right now.”
“I’m intrigued.” I narrowed my eyes.
“Yeah, but you have to wait.” She walked back into my arms. “Carry on.”
“I intend to.” I unbuttoned her jeans and started to slide them down.
Amelia stepped out of her jeans once they were on the floor, and I worshiped her curves with my fingers as I licked her nipples and made my way down her abdomen. I slid a hand down to the top of her panties and teased removing them before I pulled away. My lips moved all over her body, leaving trails of kisses everywhere they landed. I circled her until she was quivering with every single touch, and the electricity crackled along the surface of her skin.
“I bet you’re nice and wet for me right now…” I slid a hand between her thighs and slowly moved it towards her pussy.
“Wetter than you can imagine,” she moaned with a sigh.
“Saturated is more like it.” I lightly caressed her pussy lips through the fabric.
“You did it to me,” she exhaled sharply.
“I’m going to do a whole lot more.” I slid her panties down and pushed against her back as I did. “Bend over for me.”
Amelia’s waist bent, and I moved into position behind her. As soon as her panties were off, I knelt and started kissing my way up the back of her thighs. The heat resonating from her pussy could have started a wildfire. I teased her with my breath before she ever felt my tongue, but as soon as it made contact with her clit, she practically convulsed with pleasure.
“Fuck…” She sucked oxygen into her lungs, and her legs started shaking.
“Come for me—I know ye want to.” I started licking Amelia’s clit and felt her muscles tense up.
Amelia was so turned on that it only took a second for her to come. I barely made two rotations around the most sensitive spot on her body before she was quivering. She tried to say something, but the pleasure was so intense it silenced her. I didn’t stop with one, because I knew I had built up enough tension for more. I made her come three times in a row before I finally pulled my tongue away, and she collapsed into my arms.
“Damn.” A long sigh passed across her lips. “That was incredible.”
“That was barely the beginning.” I lifted her up in my arms and gently placed her on the couch. “Once ye get yer composure, we can go to the hot tub.”
“That’s going to feel really good.” She lifted her head and smiled. “Then you put on your kilt?”
“Aye.” I nodded.
I sat down beside Amelia and cradled her head on my lap while she rested. My fingers moved through her hair, and I couldn’t resist exploring her body a little bit. She was so fucking gorgeous. All I wanted to do was hold her in my arms and keep her safe from the world. I had fallen hard, to the point that I couldn’t even imagine letting go of her. She deserved everything I had to offer, and I wanted to give it to her. She was intertwined with my soul, and it was an incredible feeling.
“I think I’m ready to go to the hot tub now.” Amelia opened her eyes and smiled.
“Okay.” I nodded. “It should be warm. I asked the people who set up the cabin for dinner to make sure it was.”
“Awesome.” She grinned and sat up. “But there’s a problem…”
“What’s that?” I narrowed my eyes.
“You’re still dressed.” She tugged on my shirt. “You obviously can’t get in the hot tub like this.”
“No,” I laughed under my breath. “I can’t.”
I pulled away from Amelia’s embrace and stripped off my shirt. She watched me with the same intensity that was burning my eyes when I drank in her gorgeous curves for the very first time. When I reached for my belt, she moved her tongue across her lips like she couldn’t wait for me to part them with my cock—just like I did earlier that day. I made her come three times before I stopped, but she was still ravenous for more. The way she looked at me made my cock throb, and it was already hard by the time I got my boxers off.
“Are you sure you want to go to the hot tub?” She looked up at me. “We could skip it if you want…”
“Nah.” I shook my head. “Anticipation will just make it better.”
If I can keep my hands off her that long…
Chapter Fifteen
Amelia
Spending time with Lachlan, without feeling the need to rush, was absolutely incredible. It was the first time we had been able to do that. We were rushed at the festival for several reasons, rushed when I woke up in his bed because I had to do the walk of shame, and rushed in my room at Pi Beta Phi because we had no idea when my sorority sisters would return. That wasn’t the case at the cabin. I didn’t care if I got in trouble the next day or n
ot—as far as Kira and the others knew, I was making a wonderful college mistake, but I wasn’t. Lachlan was no mistake. He was exactly what I needed, and I recognized that the moment we met.
“Alright, let’s go.” Lachlan took my hand and guided me towards the door that led to the back porch.
“Are you sure I can’t tempt you to take this straight to the bedroom?” I followed him with a smile on my face—he looked as good from behind as he did from the front.
“Yer going to like this part.” He pushed the door open with his free hand and guided me through.
I stepped out on the back porch, and it was a rather beautiful sight. The porch was screened in, but the stars were out, and the sky was clear. It looked brighter than it had when we arrived due to the angle, and the porch was bathed in moonlight—and candlelight. There were a few bigger candles along the wall across from the hot tub and rose petals on the ground leading to it. Lachlan definitely knew how to be romantic.
“Wow!” I walked towards the hot tub and spotted a bottle sitting in a bucket of ice. “Wait, is that champagne?”
“Aye.” He nodded. “I figure ye are drinking every weekend at college anyway—a couple of glasses ain’t gonna hurt ye.”
“Not at all…” I stepped over the edge of the hot tub and slowly sank into the water.
“Plastic cups though, we can’t have glass out here.” He chuckled as he popped the top on the champagne and poured some for both of us.
“That’s okay.” I smiled and took the cup he offered. “I’ve never had champagne before—aren’t we supposed to toast or something?”
“Aye.” Lachlan stepped over into the hot tub and pulled me into an embrace. “To us. Our first night together, but definitely not our last.”
“I like that toast.” We tapped our cups together and took a drink. “Damn, this is good.”
“Not as strong as tequila.” He sipped his one more time before putting it down on the edge of the hot tub. “But I want ye to remember what I do to ye tonight.”
“I don’t think it would be possible to forget.” I took another drink and put my cup beside his.
“Maybe.” He smiled and pulled me in for a kiss.
I felt like I belonged in his arms—I felt more at home in his embrace than anywhere else in the world. Something special was happening between us. It had no regard for our age difference or any of the challenges that could bring. It just felt real. We were meant to find each other. Maybe that was what brought me to Georgia in the first place when it was the last place in the world I thought I would go to college—to find the man that could very well be my soulmate.
We stayed in the calm relaxing water for almost ten minutes, just teasing, touching, and exploring each other’s bodies. I was ready for what came after the hot tub, and I could tell he was as well. I just had to be able to keep my hands off him long enough for him to put on his kilt, and for me to get my surprise ready. I was going to be a naughty lass for him, just like earlier that day, and my ass would probably be stinging by the time he was done—but the thought of that turned me on so much I practically buzzing with excitement.
“Are you ready to go back inside?” Lachlan’s lips pulled away from my skin, and I saw the desire burning in his eyes.
“Aye.” I did my best impression of the way he said it and grinned.
“Ye can get dried off. I’ll go put on my kilt.” He pulled away and finished his champagne before exiting the hot tub.
I watched Lachlan until he was out of sight and then grabbed my towel. The excitement was rushing through my veins. I wasn’t going to be a virgin much longer. It definitely wouldn’t be a walk of shame when I returned to the Pi Beta Phi sorority house. I was going to hold my head up high and do the walk of pride. All of the touching and teasing had gotten me so turned on that I really didn’t need to see Lachlan in his kilt, even though I begged him to wear it. He would be taking it off—soon.
I didn’t see any reason to get dressed. I dried off the best that I could and wrapped the towel around my chest. I stood close to the couch where my t-shirt was because I had hidden my surprise under it. Technically, it wasn’t a real surprise; it was just a way to ask for what I wanted before I ended up in Lachlan’s arms for the rest of the night. I needed one more taste of his dominance before that happened.
“Alright, lass.” Lachlan’s voice echoed from what appeared to be the bedroom. “Are ye ready?”
“I am.” I smiled and rubbed my hands together excitedly.
Lachlan appeared at the doorway, looking almost exactly like he did at the festival, except that he was wearing even more traditional Scottish gear. He looked like he had just stepped out of history—the era of the famous ancestor his uncle wouldn’t stop talking about at the festival. The only thing he was missing was a sword and some face paint—I was kind of glad he didn’t take it that far.
“Wow, that’s—wow!” I got so excited by the sight of him; I almost forgot about my surprise.
“Too much?” He took a step forward.
“No!” I shook my head quickly. “It’s perfect.”
“Well then, lass.” He added more inflection to his accent. “Would ye like to join me in the bedroom?”
“I would, but first…” I leaned over, slid my shirt to the side, and picked up the cigarette I bummed when I was leaving the frat party. “Do I have to actually light this, or am I in trouble just for having it?”
“That’s what ye were hiding from me earlier?” He narrowed his eyes.
“I wasn’t really trying to hide it.” A devious grin spread across my face. “I was hoping it would get me stretched across your kilt when you finally saw it.”
“Aye.” He nodded. “It will definitely do that. Are ye sure that’s what ye want? I told ye that we weren’t going to be counting if it happened again.”
“I know, Daddy.” I looked down and tried to hide my grin.
“Well alright then, lass.” He walked over and wrapped his hand around my wrist. “It looks like yer about to get a spanking.”
The excitement was flowing through my veins like a drug I wanted another hit of. Maybe I could have come up with a better way to be a naughty lass if given the opportunity, but I took the one I had. Lachlan had introduced me to something I didn’t expect to enjoy, and the thought of being stretched across his kilt was mesmerizing. I was trapped somewhere between fantasy and reality, where Lachlan was every bit the Daddy I wanted him to be and the best thing that had ever happened to me.
“Are ye sorry for what ye did, lass?” Lachlan put me in a position where I was lying across his kilt and bent over his knee.
“Not really…” I wiggled my ass at him and smiled.
“Let’s see if we can change that.” He lifted his hand high enough for me to see it out of the corner of my eye.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“How about now?” Lachlan’s tone got firmer.
“No, not yet…” I almost laughed, not because the situation was especially humorous, but because I was still pretty damn excited to be where I was.
“Maybe I need to spank ye harder.” A light growl echoed in Lachlan’s throat, and then his hand came down again.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Okay, ow!” I squirmed on his knee. “Maybe I’m a little sorry…”
“That’s progress at least.” He let out a grunt.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I could feel my pussy getting wetter every time Lachlan’s hand landed on my ass. We weren’t counting, so I had no idea how many he was actually going to give me, but it felt like I still had control—if I said I was sorry, it would be over a lot faster than it would if I kept saying I wasn’t. I definitely wasn’t ready for it to end, even if my ass was starting to sting a little bit. I didn’t have the courage to antagonize him, but there was nothing wrong with feeling some actual regret before he finished. That turned me on a lot more than I would have ever admitted.
SMACK
! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“I think ye like being a naughty lass…” Lachlan rubbed the spot where his hand came down. “Ye have already left a spot to my kilt.”
He obviously knows how turned on I am right now.
“Sorry, Daddy.” I wiggled my ass and suppressed a grin when I rubbed against his cock, which was practically throbbing underneath his kilt.
I’m not the only one that is turned on either.
“No ye aren’t.” He patted my ass a couple of times before he started spanking me again.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Lachlan was true to his word. He didn’t count, and my spanking continued until the excitement reached the point where I was grinding my clit into his kilt every time his hand came down. As good as that felt, it wasn’t enough to push me over the edge. I got close a couple of times, but the sharp sting of his hand on my ass snapped me out of the moment. I struggled with it for a few more smacks, and then I realized that my ass was really starting to burn, so I wasn’t going to be able to take much more.
“Okay, Daddy!” A whimper followed my words. “I’m sorry!”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Are ye now?” Lachlan rubbed my ass.
“Yes, I won’t do it again! I promise!” I nodded quickly.
“Ye have broken that promise before, so I think we need to keep going.” Lachlan lifted his hand.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Ow! I really am sorry!” I threw a hand back and tried to cover my ass as a louder whimper echoed in my throat.
“I don’t think so, naughty lass.” Lachlan moved my hand. “Ye asked for a spanking, and ye don’t get to decide when it’s over.”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
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