Beyond Her Words (Corrupt Chaos MC)

by Bink Cummings

  “Do you want me to undress?” I ask, unlatching the buttons to my coverall straps and throwing them over my shoulder. The front flap falls to my waist, exposing my pink shirt and taut nipples as they poke through my thin, lace bra.

  “Take it off, slowly,” he orders. “Let me watch ye.”

  Turning red from my ears to my chest with unbridled bashfulness, I bend forward and glide my coveralls down my legs until they pool around my ankles. Stepping out of them, I take my shoes and socks off as well. All bundled in my hands, I toss the ball into the corner and stand before him in my white panties and rising shirt.

  I run my fingers along the hem and chew the inside of my cheek, too scared to meet his gaze.

  “Take yer shirt off,” he rasps, and my hands tremble.

  Little-by-little, I drag my shirt up and peel it over my head. I feel too exposed, so I cover my breasts with my arm as I discard the shirt into the mounting pile.

  Lachlan groans his appreciation.

  “Now yer bra.” His voice grows huskier.

  Head dipped, staring at my feet, I reach back and unclasp my bra before slipping it down my arms. It drops to my wrists, catching there and exposing my heavy breasts. My nipples pucker as the air hits them, and I fling my bra over with the rest of my belongings.

  “Dinnae even think aboot coverin’ ‘em,” Lachlan orders, and I expel a shaky breath, feeling his intense, teal eyes burning into me like hundreds of hot fingers caressing my form.

  Goosebumps sprout under his attention, and I try not to shiver.

  I can’t believe I’m doing this.

  My arms hanging at my sides, I feel my palms itching to cover my chest to shield myself. I don’t have a body like his; it isn’t sexy like his. It isn’t muscled like his. Gosh, I’m going to feel like a fool.

  “Take yer panties off, too,” Lachlan instructs. “Then, I want ye tae come lay by me.”

  “Ar—are you sure you want that?”

  “Aye, I’m bloody well sure, my leannan. Ye’re sexy, and I wanna touch ye. Now get over here. I need ye.”

  He thinks I’m sexy. I snatch that tiny confidence boost and hold on tight.

  Not wasting any time, I shuck my panties down my legs and kick them off before I nearly run to lie next to Lachlan. He doesn’t wait a second to have his hands on me. They touch me everywhere, caressing, fondling, and pawing.

  Lying flat on my back with Lachlan on his side, I let him explore as his erection prods the outside of my thigh, leaking silken pre-come down my sensitive skin.

  Hot lips attack my neck, and his hand trails down the valley of my chest and over my belly to the light dusting of hair on my mound.

  “Is this okay?” he whispers between kisses, swirling his fingertips below. His scruff scratching my flesh in the most delicious of ways.

  “Yes,” I breathe, wrapping my arm around his head and tilting mine to the side, offering him whatever he wants to take. Hoping he’ll take it all.

  His tongue lashes out, tasting my skin between sensual kisses. “Ye taste so fuckin’ good,” he groans, thrusting his dick against the outside of my thigh.

  Oh god. . . .

  Lachlan’s finger lowers to my mound, and my back bows off the blankets as he brushes my throbbing clit. Eyes rolling into the back of my head, I splutter a throaty moan, and he growls his satisfaction, massaging my clit over and over with the pad of his finger.

  Kissing his way down my neck and over my collarbone, his generous lips travel to my breast and envelop my nipple. Running a tentative tongue over the puckered tip, he sends an overwhelming strike of pleasure down to my toes and back again, where it settles at my clit, making it pulse and swell under his rolling touch.

  “Lachlan,” I rasp, my body coiling tighter as my breathing sputters out of control. I need more, so much more.

  His mouth turns greedy, feasting like a savage as it sucks, nibbles, and pulls my bud between his teeth before his tongue laves the sting away. Then he hungrily launches onto my other nipple, giving it the same attention.

  Higher and higher he drives me as his finger lazily coaxes me closer to orgasm. My legs quiver, and I squirm, nearing the precipice as my nails dig into his shoulder and my other hand fists the blankets, making my knuckles hurt.

  Oh, it’s coming.

  Then, everything stops. His hand moves away, leaving my clit neglected, and his tongue swirls my tit one last time before he sits up and crawls on top of me, spreading my thighs apart to settle himself between. I lock my legs around his hips, bringing him closer, and he peels them off, resting them gently on the blankets.

  My eyes refocus on him as I try not to frown at the loss of connection. He grins, “Ye’re sexy.”

  He leans down to press a long, beautiful kiss to my lips. I hum my appreciation before he pulls away, leaving his hands planted on either side of my head, and his body covering mine without touching. I need us to be touching. I need his scent to be surrounding me. I don’t like this. When he's not touching me, I physically ache. It's like my entire body knows I need him, and it craves him.

  “Lachlan, please touch me,” I beg, rising my back off the blankets to press my chest to his.

  “I—” he starts, but lowers to rest his chest atop mine, and then he kisses me, hard. His demanding tongue delves into my mouth, claiming it.

  Battling ravenously, we groan into each other’s mouths as I fanatically grasp at his shoulders, his arms—everywhere that I can touch. My legs wrap around him once again and his dick connects with my pussy, sliding through my wetness and brushing my clit before folding between us to press to his stomach.

  Tearing his mouth from mine with a grunt, I gasp for air. “Fuck, ye’re so bloody perfect.” He catches his breath, his lips red and swollen, cheeks flushed. The compliment forces my chest to expand, and something warm and sweet settles there, mixing with the butterflies that are hatching.

  Cupping his jaw, I meet his gaze. “So are you, but I’m so horny. You’ve wound me up and left me with just a little taste, more than once. I need you to touch me. I need you to help. . .” I trail off, unable to make out the words. Unable to express how much I need him right here, right now.

  Turning his head, he kisses my palm. “I dunno what I’m doin’.”

  “You may not, but your hands do. Your,” tenderly, I brush my thumb over his lips, “body knows what to do, sweetheart. Just let it show you.”

  “Will ye tell me what feels good?” His eyes soften with insecurity.

  “I will tell you if it hurts. But, your lips touching my hand feels good. You make me feel good no matter where we touch,” I encourage, trying to wipe that uncertainty off his face. A place where it doesn’t belong.

  Kissing my palm once more, he dips his head and pecks the tip of my nose, my cheek, my lips, and slowly makes his descent down to my neck, to my breasts, dragging his lips and planting tiny kisses along the way.

  Swirling his tongue around my turgid tip, he flicks it sharply, and I moan, cupping the back of his head, eager for him to do more. He doesn’t disappoint when he sucks my nipple into his mouth and plays with me. Soft and tentative at first, then quickly building to a hot pull and tug. Fire boils between my legs as my hips undulate, silently begging for more friction.

  Hot air pumping from his lungs wafts across my skin as he nibbles me before kissing his way down my peak to the other, leaving me squirming with anticipation.

  I moan, turning ridged when he draws my neglected nipple into his mouth.

  Oh. . .

  Growls of satisfaction rumble in his chest, as he, too, starts to roll his hips with the erotic tempo of his hard pulls.

  “Yes, that’s it,” I moan with praise. “Just like that.”

  Lachlan’s head lifts and my hooded eyes meet his. He rests his chin on my breast, his tongue poking out, stealing tastes of my tit. “Ye like it?” He grins shyly before licking across my tip.

  Bloody hell, she wasn’t lyin’ when she said she loves it when I touch her anyw
here. She responds tae everythin’, and cannae stop moanin’ or touchin’ me. Not that I want her tae. But, fuck, I’m hard and my mind is focused on her so much that all I wanna do is climb up her body and slip into her wet heat. I can feel the warmth radiatin’ from her pussy. I can smell her sweet scent, and it’s drivin’ me mad. I didnae have a clue that touchin’ a lassie could feel like this. That my blood would roar with a need so intense that my hips cannae stop thrustin’. . . seekin’ her pussy—our connection. Her.

  Fuck.

  “I love it,” she pants, her chest heavin’ for breath. I did this tae her. I made her this way, and it feels damn good.

  Slidin’ my tongue over her nipple, her back arched in response, pushin’ the tip further into my mouth. I take her not so subtle cue and attack it again, suckin’ it deep and feelin’ the hardness stiffen further under my attention, ignitin’ my taste buds.

  My hand moves between our bodies tae find her soft pussy, and I slip a finger between her folds. She writhes on contact, moanin’ for more, and I bloody well give it tae her. The slickness of her heat coats my fingers, makin’ it easy for me tae guide two fingers into her tightness. It pulses around my digits, drawin’ them deeper.

  Bloody hell.

  “More, please. More,” my leannan begs in a whisper, and my cock jerks at her plea, achin’, needin’, beggin’ for me tae give in. Na. I hold fast. This isn’t aboot me. This is aboot my lassie and me makin’ her come. It’s aboot me showin’ her how good she makes me feel by just breathin’. Damn, she’s so fuckin’ beautiful; all flushed, and on the brink.

  I kiss her nipple once more before stalkin’ up her body tae her mouth. Where I take it as mine, just as I intend tae do with the rest of her for as long as she’ll let me.

  Brutally, I fuck her mouth with my tongue. Her breath comes so fast that she cannae keep up with me, and I take that as a bloody challenge. My fingers drag out of her pussy and I thrust them back in, bottomin’ out with force. She screams on my lips, and I swallow her pleasure before I do it again and again. Fuckin’ her on my fingers, her pussy soakin’ them in her slick juices. Aye! That’s it.

  “Lachlan!” she cries, rippin’ her lips from mine.

  “Ye’re not done yet,” I growl against her mouth, spurred on by her need and my cock that’s pourin’ pre-come all over the blanket. My balls tighten as the primal urge tae come inside her claws down my spine, makin’ my cock swell, throbbin’ tae the beat of my heart.

  “I can’t wait.” She seizes my shoulders, those nails of hers bitin’ into my flesh. My cock bucks. Hell, if she dinnae stop, I’m gonna come from touchin’ her.

  “Ye will wait,” I demand harsher than I intend, then kiss the side of her mouth before I trail my tongue down her neck and breasts tae stop and swirl it around her navel.

  “Yes, touch. . .oh yes.” She pushes my shoulders down, and I smile against her stomach, kissin’ and lickin’ everywhere I touch.

  “Move, lower,” she begs, her legs tremblin’.

  Tae prove a point, I leisurely glide my fingers out of her wet pussy and thrust them back in, showin’ her who’s in control—it ain’t her. I might not know what the hell I’m doin’, but I know what I want.

  She screams my name when I bottom out, and I grin at the sound, feelin’ a warm tightenin’ in my chest. I love this lassie so bloody much.

  Nuzzlin’ my nose tae the patch of hair on her mound, I inhale deeply tae remember this moment for the rest of my life. I’ve only done this once before, and I’m scared outta my bloody mind. But I know this is what she wants, so I wanna give it tae her. I need tae make her happy. That’s all that matters tae me.

  Lower, I slide my tongue through her engorged folds and run it over her clit. Her body flails on impact; her hands aggressively tug at her hair. Cautiously, I flick my tongue on the bundle of nerves, and she humps my mouth. I do it again, and I’m rewarded with the same reaction as her juices bathe my tongue in sweetness. Indulgent gratification hums through my chest.

  “Your.” Her legs hook over my shoulders, heels diggin’ into my back as she pitches her hips, grindin’ herself tae my mouth. “Your.”

  She’s close. I can feel her pussy tightenin’ around my fingers. I curl them tae play with her as I take a deep breath tae calm my nerves before I draw her clit into my mouth. It’s time tae make my lassie come.

  “O. . .oh. . .god!” Thrusting my breasts to the sky, the fire between my thighs detonates. Brilliant white-hot sparks of neon colors burst in my eyes as I’m catapulted over the cliff into radiant ecstasy.

  Moans of rapture pour from my trembling lips as Lachlan continues to suck and fuck my pussy, rolling one all-consuming orgasm into another. I writhe and squeeze around him. Sweat forms on my forehead, and I reach down to touch him, to feel his short hair sift through my fingers. It centers me, making me acutely aware of everything: his goatee scraping my inner thighs, his hot breath washing over me, his scent filling me with a heady mixture of lust and contentment, thick fingers plowing in and out of my pussy as it clenches, milking them. Hungrily, he growls, his tongue swirling around my clit. Another spike of pleasure shoots up my spine, forcing a long, luxurious orgasm to ripple through me. Warmth and heat and pure bliss skitters through my arms and legs, making my toes and fingers tingle. My brain fogs with sated happiness. A smile forms on my lips as my garbled moans simmer, and my breathing calms.

  As the last of my orgasm fizzles, Lachlan runs his tongue lazily over my clit and removes his fingers. I groan at the loss, and he kisses his way to my empty pussy, his tongue delving inside, tasting and teasing me.

  “Did ye like it?” he whispers to it, like he’s asking it for an answer.

  I scrub my face with my hands and lean up onto my elbows to watch him work between my thighs. Reaching down, I run my palm over his head. “It was amazing,” I rasp.

  He glances up, his eyes locking with me, lust thundering in the cool teal. “Are ye sure?” His tongue swipes my core up to my clit and circles there, making my legs quiver as they fall to the wayside, turning boneless.

  “I’m positive.” I sigh, caressing the arches of his furrowed brows with the pad of my finger. I don’t think he believes me. How could he not? I came three times. I can’t remember the last time I came that many times in a row. Not sure it’s ever happened. I’m sure I’d remember if it had.

  Lachlan suckles my clit for another moment then climbs up my body, his powerful form looming over me. His dick juts out, hard and heavy, spilling pre-come all over my lower belly. “Sorry aboot that,” he apologizes, wincing, and I scowl.

  “Why would you say that? I like it.” I run my hand through the wetness, massaging it into my skin to prove my point. It’s a turn on that he makes that much of a mess. It means he’s excited. And I want him excited. Just as I want to see the full crown of his dick, that’s partially hidden under his foreskin that hugs his plump cockhead.

  His gaze drops to my hand. I gather a dollop of the clear pre-come on the tip of my finger and I suck it into my mouth. Lachlan’s eyes widen, watching me lick it clean. Delighted, I hum in my throat, reveling in his faint sweet-salty taste.

  “Ye. . .ye just licked my pre-come,” he whispers to himself, stunned, his body lowering just enough that his dick runs atop my belly without dispersing weight. More pre-come pools, glistening on my skin, and I smile.

  “Yes, I did,” I admit, my cheeks heating. “And I wanna do more.” Boldly, I wrap my hand around his shaft, and he bucks forcefully into my fist, closing his eyes tight, moaning.

  Enchanted by his vocal pleasure, I play with him. Up and down, I grip his shaft and force him to bang my fist, his foreskin sliding in my palm making it easier. Sexier.

  Rocking his hips in succession with my tugs, his body begins to shake uncontrollably. The raw moans emitting from his parted lips turn feral, rumbling from a place deep within.

  My body burns hotter.

  His thrusts turn quick and desperate, as his mouth hangs open, panting for ai
r. Knowing that he’s close to coming, I stop, and his eyes spring open. Seeking more friction, he lowers himself on me, fucking his dick on my belly.

  Grabbing his hips, I force him to stop long enough for me to tip him onto his side and push him onto his back. He falls without complaint, and I make quick work of climbing between his legs and wrapping both of my hands around his thickness.

  Frantically sitting up, he wrenches my hands away. “Na. . .Na touchin’ him,” he demands, holding my hands outward, away from his straining erection.

  I look him in the eye. “Lachlan,” his name rolls off my tongue like a sweet caress, “I want to touch you, just like you touched me, sweetheart.”

  “I dunno.” He turns shy. Scared.

  I fold my fingers through his, holding hands, and I rest our interlaced fingers in his lap just beside his erection. Leaning onto my knees, I raise up and plant a soft kiss on his mouth.

  Hovering there, I whisper, “You almost came when I was playing with you, with my hand. Now I would like to do it with my mouth.”

  At my confession, he sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth and releases it with a shaky exhale. I love it that I can affect him this way. At least it isn’t one sided. I feel the same.

  Pressing my lips to his, my tongue demands entrance, and he invites me in. Without pause, our tongues tangle and everything turns hot and heavy.

  My hands pull from his to wrap around his hardness. I tug, pull, and play with it greedily until he’s groaning into my mouth, his hips punching, as he permits lust and untamed emotions to govern his movements instead of over-thinking.

  Slipping my tongue from his mouth, I kiss and nip his cheek, his bristly chin, and his neck as I move south. Over his pecs, I pepper kisses and swirl my tongue around his flat nipples. He trembles, sputtering a moan, so I do it again, reveling in the same result.

  Driven by my own desires, I run my nose between his pecs, inhaling the scent of his hair as it tickles my face.