Kilt Me (A Real Man, 12)

by Jenika Snow

  I’d already deemed her mine, and nothing would stop me from claiming her.

  4

  Alastair

  The first thing I did when I got home after the library incident was take a cold shower. I was so damn hard, rock-fooking-hard. But the shower did nothing but make me want tae grab my cock and jerk off, relieving myself and the pressure in my bollocks.

  Once I was dried off, I grabbed a beer, sat down, and took a long pull. The taste of hops filled my tongue, coating it, seeming tae make my desire worse. Maybe drinking wouldn’t help my arousal. But right now I needed something tae try and ease the stiffness in my entire body.

  I downed the rest of my beer and grabbed another, popping the cap and taking another long swig. The cool liquid slid down my throat. I kne’ nothing could happen between Molly and me … nothing should happen between us, right?

  It had been a long time since I’d been with a woman—years, in fact—and never had I felt this kind of possessiveness and need for a female. I wanted Molly like a fiend. I needed her like I needed tae breathe.

  And as fast as this all seemed tae be happening, I couldn’t have slowed things down if I even wanted tae.

  I was so fooking hard, stiff as a lead pipe. I should have jerked off in the shower, but I kne’ it wouldn’t have helped. But even knowing that, I reached down and palmed myself. Of course I couldn’t help but picture Moly and what I wanted tae do tae her.

  Her glorious naked body on my bed—or hell, bent over a desk. Yeah, I could see her ready and willing for me, primed and soaked. I went back to picturing her on my bed, her legs spread, her pussy on display. Her fire-colored hair would spill over my pillow. She’d smell like me.

  She’d watch me quietly, waiting for me to tell her what to do. We’d both want it though. And that’s when I’d tell her to spread those pretty pussy lips for me.

  And she’d do so instantly.

  I closed my eyes and really put myself in the fantasy. I groaned as I felt pleasure shoot up my spine.

  “Say you’re mine, lass.”

  “I’m yours, Alastair.” Her flesh, so pink and wet, glistened under the dim lighting. She was so fooking ready for me. Only me. Her back was arched, and her breasts were thrust forward, the tips pink, hard. They begged for my mouth, for me to taste them, run my teeth and tongue along the stiff peaks.

  But I couldn’t move. “Touch yourself for me, Molly lass.”

  She obeyed so nicely as she brought one of her hands to her mouth and rubbed her fingers along the seam of her lips. Slowly, while still watching me, she sucked on one, then two fingers, mimicking the act of giving me head. In and out she moved the digits between her full, red lips.

  When she removed them, a resounding pop filled the room and caused my cock tae jerk violently. She moved her fingers down tae her pussy, and I held my breath.

  I watched as she played with her clit, rubbing the bud between the digits and making these little sounds in her throat. She was beautiful, and I’d be claiming that pussy like no other had before.

  A harsh groan left me when she slid her fingers down her clit, circled her pussy hole, and then shoved them deep inside. I held my breath as she pumped the digits in and out. Seconds of torturous pleasure washed through me as I watched her.

  Her high moan filled the room.

  I couldn’t take it anymore. I all but tore off my clothes and went to her. She pulled her fingers out of her pussy and presented them to me. I greedily sucked those glistening digits intae my mouth, tasting her, getting drunk off the flavor on my tongue.

  I let out a harsh sound as I came in my hand, my seed coating my fingers, my pleasure so fooking high I’d never touch the ground again. I opened my eyes, breathing out harshly, so damn needy for her even after I spent myself, that I kne’ being with Molly would be better than anything I’d ever experienced.

  And I was done waiting.

  Molly

  I had no clue what had gotten into me. All I could think about was the library, and how I’d lied and said I needed help with a paper when I really didn’t. But seeing Mr. McGowan standing there, looking so damn good in that kilt, his brooding expression turning me on, had made common sense leave me.

  I tapped my pen on the table, not able to focus on anything else. I heard the front door open and close, and knew Ruby, my roommate, was home. She was laughing as she came around the corner and into the kitchen. I saw she was on the phone, but it was the conversation she was having that had me sitting up straighter.

  “Girl, I’m not lying. He was wearing a kilt, and although I never thought that would be hot, girl…” She started fanning herself, and then laughed. She lifted her hand when she finally saw me sitting there. “Hey, girl,” she said softly to me. “Okay, well, I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said to whomever she was on the phone with, and hung up a second later.

  I felt my face heat. For long seconds she didn’t say anything as she got something out of the fridge. She sat down across from me, smiled, and I could see in her expression—and feel on my face—that she knew something was up.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked and took a drink straight from the orange juice container.

  “Nothing,” I said and looked at my papers, trying to focus, trying to appear like I was fine when I really wasn’t. I glanced up when the silence stretched on. “Just guy stuff.”

  She looked at me as if she wanted to press, but we weren’t close like that, and I knew she wouldn’t.

  I hoped she wouldn’t, at least.

  I was already on the verge of breaking some rules, university and moral, but at the moment I wasn’t about to care.

  At the moment all I wanted was Alastair McGowan.

  5

  Alastair

  As the days moved on and she seemed nervous as hell in class, I had tae assume her fear of crossing lines had made her not want tae go there with me. That’s the reason I assumed she didn’t come tae my office.

  But I wasn’t about tae back off.

  Time I could give her, but when it was all said and done, I was a Scot that wanted his woman.

  My time filling in as professor was coming tae an end, but I wasn’t going tae just walk away from Molly. I wouldn’t. I canna even think about that.

  I’d already claimed her as mine. I was going tae show her exactly the lengths I’d go tae make that a reality.

  The class left, and I packed up my belongings. I meant to call for her, tae tell her I needed tae speak with her, tae tell her she was mine. But when I glanced up, I saw she was gone. A cold hardness filled me.

  I grabbed my bag and headed out. I had one focus, one purpose. I was going tae make it known Molly was mine.

  The rules could go fook themselves.

  I dinna care about the students and university staff I passed, or the repercussions that may or may no’ happen because of what I was going tae do. I was done waiting to make my claim. Now was the time, and fook anyone or anything that stood in my way.

  I pushed open the front doors tae the main campus building, momentarily blinded by the sunlight. My heart was thundering, the blood rushing through my veins like waves crashing against the shore.

  And then I saw her, standing just below the stone steps. “Molly, lass,” I said, but froze, the words stalling in my throat when I saw some little arsehole talking with her.

  He was smiling at her, his stance telling me he wasn’t there for some friendly conversation. And then he reached out and brushed a strand of hair from her shoulder.

  Possessive need and aggression slammed intae me.

  That little fooker was going tae understand what it meant when I said she was mine.

  Molly

  I stepped away from Brad, a guy from my economics class. I smiled, trying to be nice, even though I didn’t like the way he was inching closer to me.

  “You need a ride?” Brad asked.

  I shook my head.

  “No thanks.” I was going to walk the few blocks to my place, and although I would
have taken a ride from someone I knew, this guy was not one of them.

  He lifted his car keys and pointed them toward the parking lot. “You sure? I mean, you live a bit of a ways away, yeah? I can drop you off, or we can hang out for a while?”

  “Thanks, but no.”

  “Mr. Harrison, I’m sure you have somewhere else tae be.”

  I felt my face heat, and my body tingled. God, that Scottish brogue did it for me. I turned to see Mr. McGowan standing there, his face fierce, his stance aggressive.

  Alastair was huge, imposing, and so damn muscular. He reeked of possessiveness, and this territorial air covered him. I didn’t know how I knew that, how I felt it, but it surrounded me, covered me like a second skin.

  “Excuse me?” Brad said, his attitude already coming through.

  Alastair stepped between Brad and me, his big body blocking out the much smaller man from my view. I had no clue what would happen, what was about to happen, but I was frozen in place, confused as hell about why this professor was acting like I was his.

  “I believe Molly said no’, right?”

  Brad glanced at me but said nothing. Finally he shrugged. “Yeah, whatever.”

  He left, and I stood there, not sure what in the hell was going on. Mr. McGowan turned around and faced me, and I cocked my head back and stared at him, not sure what to say or do.

  “Will you come with me?”

  And I was so transfixed, so confused that all I did was nod and follow him into the school, down the hall, and back into his office.

  “Shut the door, lass.”

  The way he said that endearment had my heart pounding harder. I closed the door and watched as he made his way back to the desk.

  He faced me. “And lock it, please.”

  My heart thumped even harder, but I obeyed. This certainly wasn’t right, not in the eyes of a lot of people, the school included, but honestly I was excited, anticipating what was about to come.

  Although there were still classes going on, the day was nearing an end, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before it was just some staff and custodial employees around.

  “Mr. McGowan?”

  “Call me Alastair, lass.” He stared right at me. “Come closer.”

  I did as he asked, not sure if I was ready to say or do anything. Truth was I wanted to just touch him, to run my hands up his hard body, to see if he wore anything under that kilt of his.

  And then I was right in front of him, his big form making me feel feminine, so small and fragile. I started breathing hard, so fast that I thought I’d pass out.

  And then he surprised the hell out of me by reaching out and cupping my cheek. His hand was massive, slightly calloused, and the heat from his body went right into me.

  I shook, couldn’t even control myself if I’d wanted to. “Alastair…” My voice was soft, so distant that I wondered if I’d said the words out loud or thought them. “What’s going on?” My heart was pounding in my throat.

  He leaned in close, his warm breath on my face. My pussy was wet, my nipples hard.

  “I see the way you watch me, the way you act around me.” He looked down at my chest, probably seeing how fast I was breathing. “You could lie and tell me you don’t want me.” He tipped my head back even more. “But you and I would know it would be a lie. Isn’t that right, lass?”

  I couldn’t control the sound that left me, so instead of trying to pretend that I didn’t want this, that I didn’t want him, I nodded and let my inhibitions go. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, about to say this, but I didn’t care anymore.

  “Yes, I want you.”

  6

  Alastair

  I made a low, animal-like sound after she said those words. She parted her lips for me, and I wanted nothing more than tae take her right now. The need tae shove her pants down, pull her panties aside, and slide my cock deep into her body rode me hard. I had no doubts she was wet, hot, and so fooking tight for me.

  “Say it again.”

  “I want you, Alastair.”

  I slid my gaze down to her mouth and leaned in another inch. I wasn’t about tae be gentle in letting her kno’ what I wanted. “I’m going tae devour you, lass,” I said on a growl and watched her shiver.

  “You calling me ‘lass’ makes me so wet.”

  She was receptive tae me, so ready tae take what I had tae offer.

  I growled again, her words having my cock so fooking hard I could have come right then and there.

  “You want me, Molly?” My voice was deep, my accent thicker because I was turned on. I cupped her cheek, tipped her head back, and stared intae her eyes. “Go on, tell me again, lass.” I could have heard her say the words all day long. “You want me tae show you that you’re mine?”

  She licked those plump, red lips, her pupils dilating, and nodded. “Yes, I want that.” She looked at my mouth now. “I want you to be my first.”

  My heart jackhammered in my chest, my balls drew up tightly, and my cock jerked. Her words were gasoline on the wildfire burning inside of me.

  She’s a virgin. My virgin.

  I slipped my hand between her thighs, felt her heat, and kne’ she was primed for me. “You want me tae claim this virgin pussy?”

  She gasped and nodded.

  I leaned in so our mouths were only a hairsbreadth apart. I breathed in her scent, this innocent, sweet aroma that had me itching tae own her. Sweat started tae bead on my brow. “I want you fiercely.” I ran my finger over her mouth, gently pulling down her bottom lip.

  “Then have me.”

  And at that I leaned in and claimed her mouth. It wasn’t soft or gentle. It was brutal, hard, and with a desire that rivaled all others. Never had I wanted a woman the way I wanted Molly.

  She moaned for me, and I moved my tongue along the seam of her lips, taking in her addictive flavor.

  I wanted her naked, wanted tae see her flesh, every part of her that I’d own. I could have kissed her for hours, but instead I broke the suction of our lips, moved my mouth along her jawline to her ear, and said gently, “I am so hard for ye. I’m so fooking hard.”

  She made this innocent noise, one that sounded like need and desperation, and one that turned me on. I slipped my hand behind her nape, curled my fingers intae her warm flesh, and started kissing the pulse that beat rapidly beneath her ear.

  I needed her so badly I could taste it. I could feel it cover me like a second skin.

  I dinna give a shite that anyone could walk in.

  Molly would be mine. Now.

  I spun her around, shoved my papers and briefcase off the desk, and lifted her up so she was sitting on it now. Keeping my hands off her was no’ an option. I had my fingers digging into her hips, had my mouth right back at her pulse point.

  “I’m going tae make you feel so fooking good, Molly. When I’m done with you, there won’t be a doubt in your head about how it feels tae be with a real man.”

  “God,” she moaned.

  “No, just a Scotsman, lass.”

  Compared to me she was a wee thing, so fragile, delicate, innocent. She made another small noise and dug her nails intae my flesh, her hands wrapped around my biceps, her emotions coming through in every touch and noise she made.

  “More, lass,” I said on a growl. She dug her nails in harder, and that sting of pain mixed with my desires. I breathed harder, felt my cock stiffen even further, and kne’ I couldn’t be slow and easy. I couldn’t wait another minute.

  “Fook, Molly.” I growled those words, needing her now, needing tae be a fooking beast with her.

  “I need this,” she whispered.

  Before I kne’ what was happening, I had her shirt off. She got off the table, worked her pants and panties down her legs, and then went for my shirt. Each button she removed seemed agonizingly slow, so verra hard for me tae stay in control.

  And when she pushed my shirt away, her hands on my chest, her fingers moving along my tattoos, I snapped. I had her on the table, leaned ba
ck, her chest slightly arched.

  I pushed her legs apart, glanced between them, and looked at the sweet virgin flesh that was revealed.

  “God,” she said softly, her words sweet and hitting me right in the gut.

  “How badly do you want me tae touch you?”

  I noticed her breathing change, growing faster, harder. “So bad.”

  I groaned.

  I dragged my hand over her inner thighs, barely skimming the soft flesh of her pussy lips, wanting tae touch her fully, but also being a masochist and wanting the torment tae be prolonged. I continued tae run my hands over her hips, up her belly, and over her rib cage to cup her breasts.

  I tweaked both of her hard nipples between my fingers. When she moaned for more, my hips seemed tae have a mind of their own, thrusting forward, my cock digging intae her sweet cunt.

  I growled like this wild fooking beast.

  I leaned forward again, my hands still on her breasts, tweaking her tips. I placed my mouth on her neck again, loving the slender arch, needing tae have my tongue on her, my lips marking her.

  “So good.” I continued to suck on her neck, dragged my tongue up the slender column of her throat, and thrust back and forth against her softness, my cock sliding through her parted pussy fold but no’ penetrating her.

  I forced myself tae take a step back. Her body was meant for me … only me.

  I looked down at her, at the curves that made her all woman, and stopped at her breasts. I might have already looked at them, felt them, and seen how the tips tightened for me, but hell, they were a thing of beauty.

  I wrapped my hand around the nape of her neck, pulled her forward, and lowered my head to lick the curve of her throat from collarbone to ear. Shite, she tasted so damn good.

  She gasped, and it was the sweetest fooking sound ever, one that I wanted tae hear over and over again.