I felt something changing inside of me. The sense of danger I craved when I set myself up to be stretched across his kilt seized control. It released adrenaline and endorphins at the same time. They took my excitement to another level, and the sting from being spanked turned into a sensation of pleasure. I could feel every smack vibrating and stimulating my pussy. My whimpers turned into moans, and then the pressure began to build. It built so fast that I barely even knew what was happening before I was trapped in paradise.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Oh god!” My hips jerked, my clit rubbed against his kilt, and I started to come.
As soon as Lachlan realized what was happening, he stopped spanking me and started massaging my clit. That took the pleasure to another level, and my hips bucked harder while the climax was taken to another level. It felt dirty and amazing. I begged him to keep going while my entire body convulsed. He made circles around my clit while I peaked and kept moving his finger until the last sensation passed. The moment the orgasm faded, I felt nirvana engulf me with an afterglow that made my head spin.
“Ye obviously enjoy that too much for it to ever be punishment.” Lachlan chuckled lightly as he pulled me into his arms.
“I don’t think you were really punishing me anyway.” I met his gaze and started rubbing his cock through the kilt. “Not if it did this.”
“I do love a naughty lass.” He squeezed my ass and pulled me into a tighter embrace.
“Is it true that Scottish guys don’t wear anything underneath their kilts?” I rubbed a little harder.
“Do ye want to find out?” He tilted his head slightly.
“Aye…” I mimicked his tone and moved my hand to the edge of his kilt.
My hand slowly moved underneath the tartan fabric, and after I made it to the middle of Lachlan’s kilt, I was pretty positive there wasn’t anything under it except what God gave him. Our lips came together in a kiss as my hand kept exploring, and then I confirmed it when my fingers grazed against his balls. I stroked his cock several times while we kissed, and then I felt Lachlan’s muscles flex as he began to stand. I didn’t have to ask where we were going. I knew the bedroom was our next destination even before our lips parted, and I landed on the mattress with a soft little thud.
“We have no reason to rush now, lass.” Lachlan kissed his way up to my neck. “I’m going to spend all night claiming yer pretty pussy as my own.”
“I want you.” I felt the need surge inside me as the words left my lips.
“Yer going to get me.” He forced my legs apart and slid between my thighs.
I tore at Lachlan’s traditional Scottish attire like it was an obstacle I had to overcome in order to see his gorgeous physique on full display in the dim light of the bedroom. He adjusted his kilt so that it was lying across me, and he was between my legs with his cock pressed against my pussy. I wanted him to wear it—I never thought he would keep it on while we made love. That sent my desire to a whole new level. I stripped off his shirt and traced his muscles with my fingers as he began to push his way inside me.
“God damn.” He let out a gasp. “Yer so fucking tight.”
My fingers slid down Lachlan’s belt, and I held onto it as he continued to push his cock into my virgin pussy. There was pain once he began to stretch me around his girth, but it was a lot milder than I thought it would be. I was so turned on and wet that my body craved more pleasure so much I could have endured anything, even another spanking if he wanted to give me one. He tore through my hymen, and there was a sharp sting, but I ignored it. I wanted him so bad that I began to use his belt for leverage and pull him deeper as he penetrated me.
“Careful lass, I don’t want to hurt ye.” Lachlan pulled back and started to push his way into me a little slower.
“You’re not going to hurt me,” I exhaled sharply. “I need you…”
I shifted my hips on the bed, and it caused him to go a lot deeper than he planned. It sent a shock through me so hard my eyelids fluttered, but my body adjusted quickly. He pulled back, gave me a thrust that was gentle enough to make me tingle, and then repeated that motion several times without going further. I seemed to be getting wetter by the second, and every thrust felt better than the one before it.
“Ye may be a naughty lass.” Lachlan leaned forward until his lips were against my ear. “But yer my naughty lass.”
“I want to be yours.” I shifted my hips again and moved in unison with his thrusts.
Lachlan’s thrusts got faster, and he began to go a little deeper after every fourth or fifth lunge. The pleasure kept getting better, and the pain faded after I was fully adjusted to his girth. They weren’t enough to send me over the edge, but they suspended me in bliss like I was hanging in the air, and it was all around me. I begged him to keep going for almost ten straight minutes before I finally felt our bodies come together with nothing between us at all. He left his cock buried deep until it didn’t hurt anymore and then started to make his thrusts harder. The first few made my eyes roll back in my head, and after a dozen, a new feeling began to emerge as he brought my g-spot to life.
“Don’t stop.” I let out a long gasp and felt my breath get caught in my throat. “It feels so good!”
“I have no intentions of stopping, lass.” He pressed his lips to my ear. “Not until ye have come so many times ye forget yer own name.”
It was a tease the first time he said that to me, but after feeling him inside me, I actually believed that his words could be true. I was his in every way, to be claimed, dominated, and torn into a million pieces that only he could put back together again. I was ready to embrace it and allow the feeling to fully engulf me. There was nothing that could pull us apart. Call it destiny, fate, or the final push I needed to bloom. Everything seemed clearer like a veil had been ripped away from the world, and the image I saw was the two of us together.
Lachlan’s thrust got faster—harder—and the pressure started to build. The first of the many orgasms he promised was begging to be released. I didn’t fight it. I wanted it too bad. I held onto his belt and writhed underneath him as my muscles began to tighten. My pussy reacted the same way, and he grunted a couple of times as he had to force his cock deep. The reflection of pleasure in his eyes was a mirror of the fire burning inside my soul. We were one entity chasing mutual bliss.
“I’m gonna come!” I felt everything inside me seize up for a moment, and then a mighty release surged through my body.
“Come for me, baby,” Lachlan growled into my ear. “I want to feel it.”
The orgasm took control, and my pussy spasmed on Lachlan’s length. He didn’t slow down, and I saw the fire in his eyes start to rage with a need that was as powerful as the one that overcame me. His thrusts were so hard and fast they made me come harder than any of the previous orgasms he had given me. As soon as I started to peak, I felt another orgasm building up, and then they merged into an explosion of pure euphoria inside my body.
“Oh god!” I shook, and my eyes were forced closed.
All my senses seemed to fade away, and all I could focus on was Lachlan’s euphoric embrace. He hammered his cock into me as the merged orgasms peaked higher than I realized was possible. I stayed at the peak so long I struggled to maintain my sanity until I simply let go of that too. Chaos was beautiful. Pleasure was beautiful. It looked beautiful, sounded beautiful, and tasted beautiful. I was trapped in the high of the endorphin and adrenaline rush for so long that it was like losing consciousness while being fully awake. An eternity passed across my closed eyelids before the peak settled, and I began to come down.
“Damn…” A tired sigh passed across my lips.
“Yer not done yet.” Lachlan pulled my hands away from his belt and pinned them to the bed. “Yer pretty little pussy is going to come for me as many times as I want.”
Lachlan’s eyes continued to burn with desire. He was chasing the same release I felt, but he didn’t want to give in. He wasn’t ready. His thrusts hammered me so
hard the bed began to protest underneath us. They brought my body back from the edge of exhaustion and made the pressure build again. I was so sensitive that it didn’t take much to send me over the edge—then it happened again—and again—until I could feel my entire body aching from the toll. There was one thing I hadn’t felt yet, and it replaced the bliss on my breath with desperation.
“I want to feel you come—please!” My back arched on the bed as another wave of pleasure shot through me.
“Yer gonna make me come lass, don’t ye worry about that,” Lachlan growled his response.
I begged for his release, and all I got were powerful thrusts that sent me crashing into the oblivion of passion. It felt like another eternity passed before I felt him begin to throb and pulsate inside me. He was close—it was finally going to happen. I needed it more than anything else in the world. His cock went deep; he hammered my g-spot with unrelentless fury, and then his hips began to jerk erratically. Another orgasm surged within my body, and my pussy spasmed on his length.
“Fuck, ye feel so good!” Lachlan’s head rolled back, and I heard a primal roar.
Lachlan’s cock throbbed directly against my g-spot and the peak of what felt like the final orgasm I could endure seized control. I felt Lachlan’s seed rushing through his shaft, and then he erupted inside me. My spasms milked his cock with every thrust until he was spent. His muscles seemed to get weak as his climax ended, and he slumped forward with his lips against my neck. Loud, raspy gasps echoed in his throat until he finally caught his breath enough to move to the bed beside me.
“That was incredible.” A smile formed on the edge of my lips as Lachlan pulled me into a warm embrace.
“Aye.” He nodded weakly. “It was a good start.”
“You have to be kidding.” Even in my exhausted state, I still managed to laugh.
“Do ye remember yer name?” He put a hand on my hip and traced my curves with the tips of his fingers.
“Maybe…” I exhaled sharply.
“Then we’re not done.” He pulled me closer until his lips were against my ear. “Maybe we’ll take a break and go back to the hot tub for a little bit.”
“I don’t think I have the strength to get up yet.” I closed my eyes and let my head rest on his arm.
“That’s okay.” He kissed my forehead. “We’ve got all night, lass—there’s no rush.”
He’s right about that, but I may not be able to walk by the time he’s finished with me…
Chapter Sixteen
Lachlan
Amelia and I stayed tangled in our exhausted embrace for almost an hour before we made it to the hot tub. The warm water rejuvenated our tired muscles and brought us back from the brink of passing out. It was a nice, calm serenity that faded as soon as we started to tease each other. The heat in the hot tub had nothing on the fire that burned between us, and it was far from ready to fade peacefully into the night.
Our return to the bedroom was met with the same fury as when we first arrived, and we gave all that we had before the exhaustion finally won. I slept so hard that I didn’t even wake up when the sun started beating down on my face, and it was after nine before I stirred. Amelia looked like an angel sleeping beside me. I didn’t want to wake her up, but I knew she would have to get back to her sorority house eventually.
“Good morning, gorgeous.” I woke her up with a few gentle kisses that eventually forced her eyes to open.
“Good morning yourself.” She smiled and stretched out her arms. “What time is it?”
“Late enough for me to know that I had to wake you up.” I sat up and sighed.
“Damn.” Amelia glanced at the clock. “I’m already late at this point, I doubt a few more hours will hurt anything.”
“Hot tub?” I raised an eyebrow inquisitively.
“That sounds like a great way to wake up…” She moved her hand to my leg. “And get us in the mood for something else.”
“Aye.” I pulled her into my arms. “Or we could start with that right now.”
Our lips came together, and our desire engulfed us—a lot more than the thought of the hot tub. If Amelia wasn’t worried about being late, then I wasn’t going to waste a single moment that we had together. My muscles protested once I started using the ones that got quite a workout the night before, but I pushed through it because the pleasure felt too good to let that distract me. I would keep her in my arms all day if she would let me, although I doubted I would have that much good fortune.
Time is a commodity we don’t have a lot of, but that won’t be problem forever…
* * *
It was hours before we got to the hot tub, and we didn’t stay in there very long. We made love one final time once we got back to the bedroom, showered together, and came really close to getting dirty as soon as we were done. If Amelia hadn’t been worried about getting back to her sorority house, we definitely would have needed another shower before we got dressed. It was bittersweet in a way. I really did like being with her, even when we weren’t tangled in a passionate embrace, but reality wouldn’t allow us to hang onto the moment for longer than we already had.
“I have to say…” Amelia stepped into my arms and looked up at me. “This is the best first date I’ve ever had.”
“Aye, me too.” I nodded. “Although ye could technically count the festival as our first one.”
“If that counts as the first one, then does that mean I slept over at your place on our second date?” She looked away and laughed.
“Ye had me sleeping on the couch at the end of our second date.” I raised an eyebrow. “Sounds about right.”
“Then this was the best one—period.” She met my gaze again and grinned.
“Aye.” I pulled her close and nodded in agreement.
We stopped for lunch on the way to the sorority house, but we didn’t have time to sit down, so we just ate it in the car. The last few miles between the cabin and Pi Beta Phi were agonizing because I had no idea how long it would be before I saw her again. That agony seemed to hang in the air because Amelia’s demeanor shifted as well once I turned on her street. We didn’t have to say what we were thinking. We were both well aware of the fact something amazing was being paused in order for us to go in opposite directions until we had another opportunity to spend time together.
“I might be able to sneak away some during the week—but definitely next weekend…” Amelia looked over at me once I put the car in park.
“My schedule is wide open.” I looked down and nodded.
“I’ll text you.” She moved closer, and I pulled her into an embrace.
I crushed Amelia’s lips beneath mine, and we kissed for several minutes before she finally pulled away. It felt like a piece of my soul was snatched from within me when she stepped out of the car. I hated that feeling. I had felt it before when relationships ended, but never when one was simply being paused. She had woven herself around every thought I had, and there was no way for me to untangle that feeling—I didn’t want to. I just wanted to be with her.
“Hey…” I rolled down my window and leaned forward. “Be good. Don’t get in too much trouble.”
“That’s no fun.” She bit down on her bottom lip and smiled. “You like it when I’m naughty.”
“Aye, when yer with me.” I narrowed my eyes.
“I’ll do my best.” Amelia blew me a kiss and walked towards her sorority house.
I watched and enjoyed the last sight of Amelia’s curves that I was going to get before we saw each other again. Once she was safely inside, I started my car and drove to my uncle’s house. I figured he would still be sleeping, but his truck wasn’t in the driveway. That was out of character for him. He had told me a few times that the best part about retirement was sleeping all day. I considered going down that road myself since he wasn’t home, but I heard his truck in the driveway before I got a chance.
“Where did ye get off to so early?” I walked into the living room as soon as he was inside
the house.
“Early?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Early for ye. It’s not even dark.” I laughed under my breath.
“I never sleep until dark.” He shook his head. “Well, not every day. Besides, I’m not early—I’m late.”
“Late?” I blinked in surprise. “What do ye meant?”
“Well obviously, ye know I didn’t come home last night.” He grinned.
“Oh?” I realized he had no idea I spent the entire night at the cabin, despite telling me I could use it. “Right—where did ye go?”
“If ye want to twist my arm, I’ll kiss and tell.” His eyes flickered with a hint of excitement. “I got a call from one of the lasses we met at the festival. Let’s just say she won’t be forgetting her night with Douglas Wallace anytime soon.”
“Ye could have just told me ye had a date.” I tried to shake off the image that immediately formed in my head.
“Aye, lad.” He laughed. “But that’s no fun.”
“I don’t need any more details.” I held up my hand. “I’ve seen ye bore a lass to death with yer William Wallace tales.”
“We weren’t talking about him last night.” He winked at me and walked over to pour a glass of ale from the keg. “Want one?”
“It’s a bit early…” I shrugged. “But fuck it, why not.”
I doubt he’s going to stop talking about his conquest, and I have no interest in sharing any details about my night with Amelia, so a drink might not be a bad idea.
* * *
Uncle Wallace and I talked for a few hours, had a couple of ales, and then he decided to catch up on the sleep he apparently missed out on. I could have still used a nap myself, but it was past the point of being effective. I would end up sleeping too long and screwing up my sleep cycle entirely, which wasn’t something I was interested in doing. I still hoped to find a job, even if it was a temporary one, and I didn’t want to end up sleeping all day like my uncle did. I was a long way from retirement. Thinking about that reminded me that I needed to check my email, but I decided to text Amelia and make sure she was okay first.
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