SCOTTISH ROMANCE: My Sinful Surrender to a Highlander Werewolf (Scottish Werewolf Pregnancy Romance) (Historical Medieval Shape Shifter Paranormal Science Fiction Short Stories)

by Fiona Knightingale

  He allowed me to explore, touching him inappropriately, but also knowing that he was never going to complain about anything that I did. I licked the tip and felt it jerk and move with a life of its own. I held his balls and I knew that they were overflowing and that sooner or later that pressure would have to be relieved in some way.

  It had this slight curve and it made me take a breath, knowing full well what that would feel like inside me. I hadn’t found many like him, but those that I did had made their mark. It was those that I kept in a black book and I would call upon it when I was in need. Three months had been a long time and I was close to using those resources. I didn’t want to be too anxious, because they might see that as more than what it is. I just wanted a booty call. I wanted no strings attached with them leaving right after we were finished.

  “I love what you’re doing, Vivian, but maybe this can wait, until we get back to my room.” He’d taken me out of my comfort zone, so I thought it was fair that I do the same thing in return. I slipped my red coated lips over the crown and I felt the spongy head on my tongue. I continued the forward motion, until it was tapping at my throat.

  To excite me further, I had reached below me and started to play with myself. It was just enough to make me want to complete what I started.

  “Your mouth is fucking hot.” He was a man of few words, but all the blood was now rushing to a certain little head. He was now in my house and this was where I was most comfortable. I would have to really like the man to do this. I could play a man like a musical instrument and make music that would be on the top 40. I started off with just light licks at the top and this of course elicited more of that sticky syrup. I tasted it and I had to admit that there was no bitterness. It was not strong and that had to be a testament to how he was treating his body like a temple.

  I took it out, until just the head remained and then I dove down with an insistence that came quite by surprise. He grabbed onto the back of the elevator, as I heard him moan and call out my name. “Damn it, Vivian.” I don’t think he realized just what he was getting himself into, but he was about to find out. He was leaking profusely across my tongue and I used that, as a special lube to slide his way into my throat. I left him there and I wanted him to feel completely powerless and unable to stop himself from going over the edge.

  I saw that his legs were shaking and that his hips were involuntarily pushing up against my face. I was deepthroating him and 8 inches is not an easy thing to make disappear. I’ve been down this road a few times and each time was even better than the last. I got a good rhythm going and I even put my hand into play. His breathing was getting erratic and I could tell that it wouldn’t be long before he gave me my just desserts. The creamy center was mine, but then I had a better idea.

  I pulled completely away, leaving him stunned and looking at me like he couldn’t believe that I was actually stopping what I had started. It was amazing to see the color of his knob changing from an angry purple back to the pink flesh tone that I had come to know and love. He tried to grab for my head, but I dodged his advances and stood up.

  “You can’t be serious.” I glanced behind me and I smiled. I hit the elevator button and it continued to climb, as I heard him cursing underneath his breath. There wasn’t much left to say and his frustration was quite evident by the way that he couldn’t stand still.

  Chapter four

  When the door opened on his penthouse, I walked in and immediately went towards the balcony. He had promised me a view that was going to be to die for and he did not disappoint. I felt the cool air caress my skin and I felt a little like myself again. I’d lost it there for a moment, but I was able to pull myself back before I did anything that I would regret.

  “I can’t believe that you did that. What a bitch.” I wasn’t expecting him to say that, but apparently he didn’t have a filter and had no problems speaking his mind. “Nobody has ever done that before and I’m not sure I want to have it done again. You have no idea how hot I am for you.” He was nuzzling my neck and he turned his hand around in front of me, so that he could hand me a flute of champagne. I took a sip, as he became quite amorous.

  “Toby, if you think that I’m a tease, then you’re right. I find it interesting to make men boil inside and then leave him simmering on a slow heat. You’ll thank me and you may not think so, but you will.” He was reigniting that ember that he had fanned into a flame in the elevator. The back of my neck is very sensitive and add to the fact that he was pitching at my nipples through the cloth material of my blouse and it was all that I could do not to jump into his arms.

  I reached down and unsnapped the bra that I was wearing. I pulled it free from my blouse and tossed it over the railing and watched it float down into traffic. It would be interesting to know who it would end up with.

  I turned and pushed him away, so that he could watch, as I took off my blouse one button at a time. It came loose and I pulled it off and tossed it over the railing. I was naked from the waist up and he was now staring at me with desire in his eyes.

  I began to take off my pants and I turned away from him, so that I could bend slightly and pull it over my ample ass. It was my pride and joy and I heard him moan. I was about to toss that over the railing, as well, but I stopped myself and waved my finger back and forth to indicate that wasn’t going to happen. I dropped it on the balcony and then I reached for my panties, biting my tongue and watching, as he rearranged himself.

  He thought that I was going to take off my panties, but instead I walked right past him and slapped him lightly against the face. I sashayed with my hips swaying from side to side up the stairs with him panting right behind me. I could feel his breath on my panties and when I got to his bedroom, I sat on the bed with my legs spread with that telltale wet spot calling to his attention. It was like a matador bringing a bull closer to him by waving a red cape in front of his eyes. Toby was staring at me and I could sense that the animal within was about to take over.

  I pointed to the floor and I think he got the general idea, because he got down on all fours and began to crawl to me. He was now situated between my knees and he touched them. He spread me, so that he could reach for my panties and pull them delicately down my legs.

  “I can honestly say that I don’t usually like a tease, but for you I will make an exception.” He saw that I was completely shaved and that the lips were just waiting for a special kind of kiss. He gave it that kiss and stuck his tongue inside me, before retrieving it. He was soon pulling me down to him by my hair. We dueled to see who was going to come out on top.

  I pushed him down by his shoulders and I sat there and watched, as he came ever closer to the object of his desire. One feel of his tongue inside me was enough to stoke the fire and get it burning again. He inserted his tongue inside and I clamped down on him, so tightly that I thought for sure that I was going to rip out his tongue and hand it to him. He moved with grace and his fingernails were not digging into my thighs.

  “Yes, eat that pussy and make me cum over your face.” He was feeding off my dirty talk and I had wrapped my one leg around his neck to keep him in place. I began the hump my body up against his mouth and he was tongue lashing my clit and making it dance to his own tune. “That’s it; just keep doing it exactly like that… YESSSSSS.” My legs went into the air with my toes pointed towards the ceiling and every muscle in my body straining for some sort of release. I came with an intensity that made it hard for him to hold me down.

  I was enjoying the aftermath and I lie there in ecstasy, until finally I felt something nudging at the lips of my sex. I opened my eyes and saw that he was hovering over me with his face near mine. “I want you, Vivian.” I had no idea how my legs could bend in such a way. He had them over his shoulders and while he was kissing me, I could see my own painted purple toes in front of my vision.

  “Give it to me… Show me the kind of man that you are, Toby.” I felt that large knob separate the petals and he drove in with a precision that took
my breath away. My ass was poised on the edge of the bed and he was standing and lifting my body towards him. He was balls deep and now fucking me with the power of his muscular frame. I lightly slapped at his chest, but it was in no way a sign that he should stop.

  “I knew that you were going to be something special, but I didn’t think that I was going to fall for you. I didn’t even know what love is and I guess you never do, until you find it.” He was punctuating each word with a sharp jab of his hips. He was giving me 10 long ones and then he slowed down and made me feel every inch. Every time that I was about to go off, he would stop it from happening. I think that he was doing it to get back at me for what I did in the elevator."

  “I want you to fuck me, Toby. Do it like I like it, rough, hard and fast. Pull my hair and slap my ass.” He didn’t need a second invitation and he was now holding onto my cheeks, while pulling all the way back and then driving in with a speed that didn’t seem possible. The bed was actually shaking with the effort of his thrusts. “That’s it, do it…get that hole. It’s hungry and it needs what you can give it.” Each time that he was moving against me, I could feel the shaft rubbing up against my little friend. I think he was doing it with a conscious effort and for once, I think that a man actually knew what he was doing.

  He slapped by ass and that echoing strike rang in my ears. The extra pain was the added bonus and it brought forth that one orgasm that he had been trying to stop. He pulled me by the hair and kissed me, as I moaned and let him have his way with my body.

  While I was massaging his length, he pulled free and turned me around, so that I was on my feet with my upper half bent over onto the mattress. He once again slapped my upturned ass and I knew just from the heat that it was probably a nice rosy hue. He held onto my hips and gave me all of him. He moved his hands up to my shoulders for extra leverage and I had to admit that in this position, I could get him even deeper than he was before.

  I took it upon myself to initiate contact with my clit and I played my thumb around it, but not quite touching it. When I did touch it, I pulled back and it was all that I could do to stop myself from succumbing to my baser nature.

  “I…don’t…know how much more… I can take.” I knew that he was coming to the end of his rope and the feel of his member swelling was a sure sign that things were going to get messy “I’m fucking going to cum.” This was when I pressed on my clit and felt totally ready to let him take me to a place that I never wanted to return from.

  The constant movement of his cock going back and forth in a seesaw formation was more than enough to make me see those same stars. “Oh god, Toby…TOBYYYYYYYY.” I think we both reached that point almost at the same time. It wasn’t quite, but it was so close that it wasn’t funny. I think that if it was possible the decibel of our outcries of pleasure would’ve peeled the paint right off the walls. I’m sure that his neighbors were listening to our union and I could only hope that it was making them turn to their partner to give them a little something.

  I fell to my knees on the hardwood floor with him over top of me. We were sweaty and exhausted and our skin was sticking to one another. We peeled away from one another and we finished going over the contract. This time, he was being fair and not so stuck in his ways.

  “I hope that you not doing this just for me, Toby.” We were lying in bed completely naked with this contract strewn out in front of us. It was like our own personal blanket of choice. Toby looked a little uncomfortable and I guess he wasn’t used to doing the right thing.

  “I can’t say that you didn’t open up my eyes. I was quite content screwing over any one and every one. You awakened my conscience and I’m not sure that I should thank you or curse you.” I traced a line down between his well defined pectorals and I could see that his depleted organ was not going to stay down for long. “I hope that we are not just two boats passing in the night, Vivian. I would really like to continue to see you. I’m certainly not mentioning marriage, because I’ve been down that road and I’m not sure if I want to take another trip.” This was something that I could understand and being a product of a broken home had made me a little leery about making that kind of promise. They died two months after the divorce.

  I didn’t even marry the father of Angela. He didn’t even know that she existed and that was one of my biggest regrets. I told him after she had died and I don’t think he’ll ever forgive me. Thankfully, he had his own family and that would at least dull the ache of the one that he lost.

  “I’m a bit commitment phobic, so that works for me. I would like to see where this goes, Toby. I have to say that you’ve definitely made me think that love exists. We kissed and then we lie back in each other’s arms with contentment on our faces. This is what I was missing and this is what I found. The companies did merge and they were both the better for it.

  THE END

  For the Love of a Thug

  Throwing the last of my moving boxes into the garage, I let out a sigh of relief. It felt good to be done with all of this- good to be able to actually relax for a moment. Not that I had much time to relax, of course. Do you know how much work it is getting yourself set up after college? It’s tough, and not just because a hundred other marketing and advertising majors had graduated the same time as me (none of them with as good a grade, that said). Everyone was vying for a job in this city, and as a twenty-three year old graduate with only a handful of internships behind her, why should I be the one who stood out?

  I went over all my achievements again in my head, my usual way of calming myself and bringing myself back down to earth. I had entered college at nineteen after interning at a copywriting firm for a year, then wound up head of a sorority before graduating Summa Cum Laude. That was surely enough to get some unsuspecting agency interested in me, right?

  I sighed to myself as I pushed the key into the lock of my brand-new, just-moved-in apartment. I’d be lying to myself if I said I hadn’t wondered if my race would come into the equation when it came to job-hunting. I was one of only ten black students on my course, and I figured that the industry was probably going to be pretty snow-white as well. I really hoped that it wouldn’t be an issue, but I had a sneaking suspicion that it might be.

  Stepping into my apartment, I pushed those thoughts to the back of my head and took a deep breath. It was all so clean and fresh in here, so bright and airy. Sure, the place was small, but it was mine- after sharing a sorority house with a bunch of sisters for the last four years, I was looking forward to having a place to myself. I’d picked up a few extra shifts over at the campus coffee shop in preparation for graduation, certain that even if I didn’t have a job I would have a kick-ass place to live. And here it was. All I needed now was someone to share it with.

  Sighing, I flopped myself down on my couch and tried not to let my thoughts linger for too long on my serious singledom. It was probably for the best, after all, I didn’t want to be juggling a graduate career with attempting to nurture a fledgling romance. But there was still a part of me that missed having someone to cuddle up to at night, even if I knew I was being completely ridiculous. I had dated all the way through college, a series of white, middle-class guys who’d always treated me well and taken care of me, then vanished as soon as talk moved to something more serious. I couldn’t believe I’d kept falling for their little tricks, and found myself just rolling my eyes when I heard the usual “I really like you but I’m not ready for (insert arbitrary relationship milestone here)”. In some ways, it was good not to have to worry about where my boyfriend was in the relationship, but I missed that physical affection. And by that, yes, I mean the sex.

  I always seemed to have a much higher sex drive than most of my boyfriends, and I found myself getting angsty for it after only a few nights without. Being head of a sorority meant that I was never short on guys to discreetly hook up with, and I wound up sleeping my way around most of the campus without anyone ever really realising. It felt liberating to let go and just let my sex drive run
wild and free, not having to rein in my flirty eyes or suggestive talk, but things didn’t work like that out in the real world. I wasn’t the head of some prestigious organisation any more, and I couldn’t expect dudes to just come and hurl themselves down at my feet. No, I would have to actually go out and try to find people, head to bars and chat up the barflies. I was already planning what to wear and whether I should have my hair up or down before I had a chance to stop myself. Damn, I must really be horny.

  There and then, I made a promise to myself- no random hook-ups for the next two weeks. That would give me time to focus on getting settled in to my apartment, as well as getting ahead on my job hunting. I knew most of my sisters were still lurking around the sorority house, drinking and crying at the thought of saying goodbye to each other, but I couldn’t have gotten out of there fast enough. It might sound callous, but I was more than happy to bid goodbye to my sisters, not because I didn’t like them, but because I needed to get out and start on my own. They had always felt like somewhat of a hindrance to me, and I knew that I wouldn’t be one of those who hung around the house till the fall semester had practically started again, begging to have just one more party. No, I loved those girls, but I knew when it was time to move on, and that time was now.

  So the next couple of weeks were spent job-hunting, getting dressed up in my nicest businesswear (if there was one thing I was guilty of spending money on, it was clothes- but it meant that I always had the perfect wardrobe for any given occasion), and heading out to offices to hand in my thick-printed CV with a smile plastered on my face. Every time I came in, they seemed impressed that I’d actually made it down in person as opposed to typing out an email like everyone else, but I knew that it was such an easy touch to help you make a good impression- no way was I going to pass that up. By the time the two weeks were up, I already had a couple of interviews arranged, and I was feeling good about my prospects. I had spotted a bar down the road from me, and decided that it was only right to support local buisnesses and that I should give it a visit at some point to celebrate.