Lost in Scotland

by Hilaria Alexander

  I expected him to kiss me immediately, or better yet, I was hoping he would pin me against the wall. Instead, he walked around the trailer and turned all the lights off, even the ones on the vanity.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I don’t want it to look like there’s someone in here,” he replied.

  “Why?”

  “Because I want them to leave us alone.”

  Oh. Ohhhh.

  He planned on continuing what we’d been doing. Well then.

  When all the lights were turned off, he walked over to me. I was still on the other side of the trailer by the door, and I was fighting an internal battle with myself. On one side, I wanted to throw my arms around his neck and wrap my legs around him. On the other, I kept thinking that what we were doing was terribly wrong.

  As exciting as it was, hooking up at work was unprofessional.

  If someone found out—and if this kept happening, it was only a matter of time before someone did—we were going to be the gossip of the entire staff. Then again, it’s not like Cecilia and Oliver were hiding. Everyone knew they were together, and no one gave a fuck, but if people started hearing about Hugh and me, pretty soon it would get back to the network, and I didn’t want him or Melissa—or the show—to be in trouble.

  What to do? What was the right thing to do here? Staying away from him was impossible; my heart sank just at the thought of it.

  When he reached for me, he took my hand in one of his, and his eyes grew softer, full of reverence and promise. In that moment, I decided I didn’t care about anything but the two of us. He pulled me to him, holding me in his arms.

  The smirk I’d grown to love appeared on his face, his eyes still soft and loving.

  “I kept messing up out there. I couldn’t focus. I really got on Nora’s nerves. It’s never happened before. I couldn’t think about my lines, no matter how many times they read them out to me.”

  “Because of your hard-on?” I asked with a laugh, feeling his erection against me.

  He chuckled. “Because of my hard-on.” A smile stretched across his face, reaching his beautiful eyes, which possessed that sweetness I had grown accustomed to but were also black in the darkness of the trailer. My eyes traveled to his mouth, down to his chest. I wanted to rip that fourteenth-century-style blouse off him and feel him under my skin again.

  “I’m sorry,” I told him, taking one step closer to him, my eyes locked with his.

  “About what?”

  “Your scene.”

  A corner of his lips curled up. “Not your fault, Sam,” he told me, letting out a loud breath. This moment was so different than the one we’d had before. I still wanted him to fuck me, but I also wanted to hug him and kiss him…so I did.

  I raised myself on my tiptoes and placed a soft kiss on his lips. He stood there, motionless, looking down at me, almost as if he were waiting for my next move. I wrapped my arms around his neck and looked up to him. His gaze was burning my skin. He wasn’t doing anything at all besides looking at me, and yet, I couldn’t resist him.

  All the tiptoeing around each other the last few weeks seemed stupid now.

  I was aching for him. I wanted to get lost in him. There was no going back.

  I kissed him again, and this time, his lips molded to mine. My tongue wrapped around his, and it was both familiar and new. His kisses made me heady, and when we came up for air, he said in a whispered tone, “Samhain, I can be a patient man, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t want to fuck ye right now. Tell me what ye want, and I will give ye that.”

  “Is this one of your lines?” I joked.

  He laughed. “No, it isn’t. My character might be rubbing off on me a little, but I meant what I said. I’m willing to be patient, even though I am dying to have ye, right now.” Then have at it, I wanted to say. His words made me smile, because he was willing to take his time with me.

  Fortunately for him, that was not what I wanted.

  “Hugh,” I whispered, looking up to him, my neck craning to take in his height—six feet, three inches of rock-solid muscle. I brushed his curls to the side and took his face in my hands. He smiled nervously, waiting for me to say something. It was a sweet smile, laced with worry, but he didn’t have to worry about a thing. I wasn’t a little girl. I was ready for him—so damn ready. “Hugh, if there’s one thing I’m not really good at, it’s being patient. I need you inside of me…right now. I need you to make me come…fast and hard, soft and slow…every which way there is. I need you.” He inhaled deeply through his nose, his eyes fixed on me, dark and intense from what I could see. A moment later, his lips covered mine, sucking and nipping at my bottom lip. His tongue possessed me, and he kissed me with passion and intent, his scruff scratching my skin.

  He took off his shirt, and I started fumbling with the belt of his kilt. He took my hand in his and helped me to unbuckle it faster. The flesh-colored boxers he was wearing underneath were gone in a flash, as were his boots. His body was a work of beauty, and I just wanted to take my time and touch every inch of it, but first, I needed to take off all my clothes. He helped me out of my skin-tight turtleneck. My ponytail got messed up again, and I untied my hair. He gave me a once-over, his eyes falling to my breasts before looking back up to me with a predatory glint. I shivered, and he leaned down and kissed me again, running his hands in my hair.

  The warmth of his body was a turn-on and a comfort. I stroked his hard length again, and his hands ran down to my sides. He unhooked my black push-up bra and when I pulled it off, he touched my breasts and teased my already hardened nipples with rough and calloused fingertips. I moaned against his mouth and sighed when he broke the kiss. He gazed at me for a moment, a look full of anticipation and need. His lips trailed kisses down my breasts, setting my skin on fire with each one. A stroke of his tongue across my nipple sent a rush of heat from my chest all the way down to my toes, and wetness pooled between my legs. His mouth left my breasts, and his fingers skimmed my belly. He knelt in front of me and kissed my navel, right above my belly button. I let out a deep breath, and I exhaled once more when his fingers hooked into my yoga pants and underwear and he pulled them down in a swift move. I was already wet, and my muscles were clenching, just waiting for him to touch me again. I shivered, and his warm hands ran over my pebbled skin. He pulled my pants all the way down to my ankles and helped me out of them. I bit my lip, looking down to him, waiting for his next move.

  He glanced up for just a second, his eyes full of mischief.

  He ran his hands around my hips first, massaging and caressing my skin. I needed him so badly. I needed his hands everywhere. I touched my breasts and teased my nipples. He noticed, and that seemed to turn him on even more. The only light was coming in through the small windows of the trailer and made his face look as pale as the moon. One of his hands parted my lips, warm and soft, ready to welcome his touch. He teased my wet center, sliding two fingers in and out. My walls clenched around his fingers, and I heard his growl, his eyes the color of embers as they looked up to me.

  One of his hands was pressed on my hip, and with the one between my legs, he nudged me to part my legs wider.

  His face was dangerously close to my skin, and I exhaled deeply as he started placing sweet, slow kisses on the inside of my thighs. He opened my lips and started licking my sore, swollen center, circling his tongue on my clit.

  I wasn’t prepared for the low, guttural moan that came out of my mouth. It felt so fucking good. Encouraged by my sounds, he kept licking, applying the sweetest pressure on my trembling clit as his fingers worked in and out of me.

  “Ohmygod,” I moaned. My knees became wobbly. As he moved his tongue faster, I could barely hold myself together. He noticed and stopped.

  He lifted one of my legs and placed it on his shoulder, and then he did the same with the other, spreading them wide, making sure I was hooked in place.

  Motherfucker.

  What was he doing? This was some Cirque du Soleil s
hit.

  He placed his face right there between my legs and started licking again.

  “Oh, fuck,” I moaned. “Oh, fuck. Ohmygod.” I was squirmy, but somehow he kept my hips in place with his arms. It felt so fucking wonderful, it was like unlocking a whole different level of orgasmic experience I’d never reached in my life.

  He worked me relentlessly with his tongue, circling, pressing, swiping on my swollen clit, teasing my entrance with the tip of his tongue.

  I was breathing heavily, preparing for the best to come. My muscles tightened under his touch. I was so, so close.

  And then my ass was up in the air and my head bumped against the ceiling of the trailer.

  “Ouch!” I mumbled, and I heard a muffled “sorry” come from between my legs.

  Then I got ticklish, because the motherfucker was laughing right against my skin.

  “Oh my gosh, stop laughing! You’re tickling me. I’m going to fall!”

  He stopped then, and I crouched just slightly so I wouldn’t bump against the ceiling again. He secured the hold on my legs and looked up to me.

  “I’m not going to let you fall. I’m going to make you come,” he said in a muffled voice laced with determination. He walked us over to the couch in the corner, and then he lowered me down slowly, so sure of his movements, I wondered if he had a habit of eating women’s vaginas standing up.

  He placed me on top of the couch. With almost a foot under my feet, we were face to face.

  “Hi,” I said, kissing his face, tasting myself on his lips.

  “Hi,” he replied, his voice hoarse.

  “That was some Tarzan-level move,” I joked.

  “Tarzan, aye? I can role play, if ye want me to,” he said, cocking an eyebrow. His erection pressed against me, and I got another idea.

  “No,” I replied, kissing him again. “Sit.” I stepped off the couch as he sat down. He took my hand, thinking I wanted to straddle him, but I shook my head and gave him a languid smile. I knelt between his knees, his erection hard and straight in front of me. It was so long, large, and smooth. It was beautiful, a really good-looking cock, and I had seen a couple of ugly ones in my life. I touched the top with my fingers and gave him a flirty look. I could still see him up close, but for the most part, we were two figures clothed in darkness. As I circled his tip, his eyebrows furrowed, and he let out a strangled moan that was so damn sexy.

  It was going to be even more sexy to see him come. I caressed his legs and his lickable abs, teasing his shaft with my breasts. Then I took it in one hand and started licking the tip, circling over and over. A low growl escaped his lips. I licked all along the side of his beautiful cock, looking up to him briefly before taking it all in my mouth as far as I could take it. His low, strangled moans were music to my ears, and when I opened my eyes, one of his hands was fisted in his hair, the other digging into the fabric of the couch. I took it and placed it on my breast. He looked at me with furrowed brows, a mix of lust and reverence. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and licked all the way from his balls to the tip. He hissed a breath and gave my breast a squeeze.

  “Fuck, Sam. You’re going to make me come and I don’t want to. Stop.”

  I sucked him again and then let him go with a pop, and when my eyes met his, I gave him the most innocent glance a good girl like me could give him. He smirked, pulled me up on his lap, and took my hands in his.

  “I need to be inside of ye. I need to fuck you. Isn’t that what ye wanted?”

  “Yes,” I said almost shyly with a nod of my head, but then my hips rocked against his erection.

  “I swear you’re going to be the death of me. You’re so damn sexy.” He took my breast with one hand, and he ran his other one across my stomach, all the way to my vagina. I moaned and closed my eyes when his hand touched me there. I had almost come twice in the last two hours, but I had never actually finished. I was a bundle of nerves, eager to get some relief. “You make me so fucking hard. I need to be inside you,” he said again.

  “And I need you to be inside me, but I don’t have a condom, so what are we going to do?”

  “The pocket on my belt.”

  “Huh?”

  “There’s a pocket on my belt. I stole some condoms from Frank’s trailer.”

  I giggled to myself. I got up and went looking for his belt in the dark. I found what Hugh was talking about and took the condoms in my hand. When I walked back to the couch, he had his hands behind his neck and was smiling at me, as if he were enjoying a private show.

  His smirk was back. I could see it even in the partial darkness.

  “See something you like?” I teased.

  “As a matter of fact, I do,” he said, his accent heavier on the last word. “Your bahookie.”

  “My what?”

  “Your arse. Your ass. It’s been taunting me for weeks.”

  “Has it now?” I smiled.

  “Aye. You’re beautiful. Every part of ye is, but your arse is the eighth wonder.”

  I laughed.

  I was butt naked in front of him, and for some reason, I wasn’t embarrassed in the slightest—maybe because it was dark or maybe because he made me feel comfortable. He made me feel beautiful. I’d always had quite the complex when it came to my ass, even after big butts had become as popular as big breasts.

  I turned around and pushed my butt in his direction so he could have his way with me. He caressed my skin, and I felt wetness drip between my legs again. He made me gasp when he bit the skin of my backside, and I moaned when he pushed my butt cheeks apart and stroked me with his tongue. I could only take so much more of all this teasing. I needed his cock inside me like yesterday.

  “Hugh…fuck me. Please,” I begged, my pussy throbbing under his tongue.

  He sat me down on his legs, and I heard him rip the foil packet of a condom. I turned my head and stared, transfixed at him as he rolled the condom down his shaft.

  Fuck, what a vision he was. I licked my lips, and he caught me, giving me another one of his malicious grins. He pulled me to him and caressed my breasts, my head reclined on his shoulder. He placed wet kisses on my neck and ran his nose along my jaw as his hand teased my wetness.

  “One of these nights, I will take ye like this…reverse cowgirl,” he said, his length pressed against my back. “But tonight, I want to look at ye, see you when you come.” His words were erotic and intoxicating, and combined with how he was warming me up once again, it was driving me crazy. He suddenly swatted me across my butt, and I gasped.

  “Get up,” he ordered in a low but firm voice as he turned me around. My nipples were hard, my whole body so attuned to him already. It was a strange feeling, to feel so comfortable with someone I had never been intimate with.

  He told me to sit across his lap, and I did, my butt slightly up to grant him access. He placed a soft kiss on my lips first, but then it grew into a wet, passionate one that did nothing for my self-control. He placed the tip of his hard, smooth length at my opening, and I adjusted myself so he could enter me.

  He thrust his hips up, and I let out a moan, his cock stretching and filling me. I was no virgin, but no one had been inside there for months, and his cock could certainly not be compared to my vibrator. The feel of him inside me was spectacular. As my walls stretched and accommodated him, he started lifting his hips and I started rocking mine. I bit my lip, trying to stop a smile of ecstasy from stretching across my face. It was glorious. I could feel his eyes on me, and a moment later, his mouth was latched on my nipple, sucking and biting while his hand played with the other.

  I felt like there had been way too much foreplay this evening, and now that this was finally happening, I was so worked up, I wasn’t going to last long at all. In fact, I didn’t want it to last. I wanted to come—as soon as possible. It had been too long since I’d had an orgasm with a real cock inside of me.

  “Harder, Hugh. Faster,” I said as I started lifting my own hips up and down his length, holding myself on the cushion
s of the couch. I was so wet, I felt my juices dripping down his length. Low moans escaped my mouth, and they amplified as we both increased speed. I opened my eyes to stare at him, and his focused look reminded me of the expression he often had when he was shooting a fight scene. He placed his hands on my sides, right under my breasts, and he slammed me up and down, moving in sync with me. Even his low grunts turned me on. He thrust hard into me one more time, pushing himself all the way in, bringing me over the edge.

  I let out a loud cry as the orgasm erupted through me, sending a shot of adrenaline through my body. Blinding fireworks danced across my eyes as I rocked my head backward, my arms latched around his neck. Hugh came a second later with one more deep thrust. I let out a deep breath, and when I glanced back at him, he had a spent but satisfied look on his face. I leaned down and kissed him, and he let out a guttural growl as I wrapped my tongue around his. Sexiest thing ever.

  He rested his forehead against mine, and we stayed like that for a few seconds while we both tried to catch our breath. I had wanted this for so long. Though a small part of me was still worried about the implications of sleeping with the star of the show, the other part didn’t give a fuck. The latter was, in fact, hoping this was just the beginning of many nights of blissful pleasure, many nights of pure, unadulterated fucking.

  I tried to get up, but he held me close, cradling the back of my head, looking at my face as if he were seeing it for the first time all over again. He kissed me with such devotion in that moment, I realized maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t just about fucking. Maybe this wasn’t just a sexual attraction neither of us could escape. Maybe it was more. I caressed his face as he looked into my eyes.

  My heart felt as if it were beating faster now than earlier, and even though I had been naked for a while, it was just in that moment that I felt exposed. He caressed my back, drawing small circles on my skin, and I shivered under his touch.

  “Samhain,” he said, pronouncing my name the Scottish way, his eyes fixed on mine. “I fear ye have me ruined for every other woman.” I smiled softly just as he kissed my lips again. I closed my eyes then, trying to memorize how perfect this moment was. No matter what was going to happen between us in the future, I wanted to remember that instant always.