Kiltless In Carolina

by Ashantay Peters

  Moving to her pussy, his fingers played against her clit. “Look at me. I want to see you come.”

  Her eyes flew open, black orbs in a flushed face. She reached between them, grabbing his balls. “Come with me.”

  “I’ll do my best.”

  He ground against her clit and her internal muscles tightened around his cock. “Yes! Come on, baby. Let’s fly.”

  Shoving home twice more, her inner walls grasped him so tight he fought to breathe. His orgasm made his head spin.

  She panted, her shoulders shaking with effort. Tears stood in her eyes, and he hoped it wasn’t because he’d hurt her.

  His legs trembled, his arms felt weak, but he managed to keep his weight from her. Watching her soft expression in the mirror told him she’d gotten off even though he’d already felt her inner throbbing, the clutching proving she wanted more of his dick.

  Remaining inside her, he knelt, slowly bringing her ass to rest on his thighs. He circled her with his arms, brushed her hair aside and kissed the back of her neck. “Shit, woman.”

  “You’re not so bad yourself.”

  Graeme stroked her breasts. Isla’s head lolled against his shoulder, eyes closed, her long eyelashes resembling small exclamation points against her flushed cheeks. She looked relaxed, trusting. Jesus H. He could fucking hypnotize himself with the sight, return her trust

  Shit, no. He wouldn’t go there. Not after one fuck, no matter how good. Thoughts like this were bad for his health. He discounted the idea she could be different from other women.

  She raised an arm, placing her palm on the back of his head and opening herself to the kisses he planted on her neck and shoulder. Her fingers tunneled through the hair that had long since lost its tether. She massaged his scalp and he wanted nothing more than feeling those fingers rubbing him all over.

  Lifting her off his semi-erect cock, he laid her on her back next to him. He leaned on his side, his palms covering her breasts. He continued planting kisses on her neck, nibbling as he tasted her sweet saltiness.

  Her clever fingers detached his sporran, though she’d find removing his kilt a more daunting prospect. Lucky he wasn’t wearing his Balmoral kilt with eight yards of wool, but still. This kilt had too much material between his body and hers. Even if the stuff was more at his waist than elsewhere. He shifted, yanking the tartan from under and around himself.

  Shit, he wondered if pimples had popped out on his face because, as in his teen years, another hard-on built.

  Removing the spent condom, he bundled it into a tissue and withdrew a new one from the box. The foil packet in his fingers he said, “Ready for round two?”

  ****

  Graeme had precluded her answer by sucking Isla’s tongue into his mouth. He hovered, his long fingers dancing along her body, each touch sweeping her passion higher. Criminy, would he let her catch her breath?

  Apparently not, as his hands smoothed over her slightly rounded stomach to her boobs. His finger circled her nipple, sending heat straight to her core. With his other hand, he inserted a finger, removing and sucking it into his mouth, his darkened pupil gaze on hers.

  “Mmm. Better than a whiskey toddy.” His voice rumbled. “Wanna sample?” Not waiting for her reply, he reinserted his finger then slowly withdrew. Rubbing it over her lips, he said, “This is how you taste.”

  She licked her lips. Good thing she liked salty foods. As she made the involuntary gesture, he’d dipped his finger again, this time easing his digit into her mouth. She sucked on him, her tongue flicking against his fingernail, and then circling his tip.

  He inhaled sharply. Good. Let him lose his breath. Wait this wasn’t a competition, though he inspired her to new sexual heights. She’d already channeled a porn star in reaction to him, surprised herself with bold comments and assertiveness.

  Graeme pounced, hooking her knees over his shoulders, his hands curled around her bottom. Kissing her navel, he relocated south, his nibbling making her restless.

  “Damn, I need a better taste.”

  “Don’t you think I’d like to reciprocate?” Shit. She should have kept quiet. Nope, the porn star commandeered her mouth. “I mean you said we’d suck each other off.” He’d be expecting more than she could give. Back off, now! “Not that I’ve had much practice but…well, never mind.”

  His forehead wrinkled then smoothed. “Did the ginger-haired bastard say or do something stupid?”

  She felt her face heat, and it wasn’t from the exertion. “Well, he said I needed lessons. You know, because I hadn’t given head before him.”

  The blush moved into her chest.

  “Did you bite the bastard’s pecker off?”

  “No…I um, gagged. You know. When he came and pushed in deep.” She heard her voice drop on the last word and could have kicked herself for offering a blowjob. Would she never learn?

  “You’d never given head before and he made you take him deep? Did you work up to it or did he stuff himself in and get off in a minute or less?” He snorted. “Never mind. I know the answer. Whoring jackass.”

  She smiled to break the sudden tension. “Well, he is a piper.”

  “No, he’s not. He’s a sodding asshole who thinks…never mind.”

  Her body tensed. “You know him?”

  “I competed against him on occasion, but he’s got no business in here with us.” He shifted and sprawled next to her, his hair draped over his shoulders. “You want to give me head? Go for it. Take your time.”

  “But I’m not sure…I don’t want to screw up.”

  He raised a brow. “I’ll tell you if I don’t like what you’re doing.”

  She examined his full lips, his eyes glittering above flushed cheeks, deciding he really was turned on. Retrieving her courage, she slid down to his waist and examined her new challenge up close. “You’re much bigger than I realized.”

  His penis jerked. “Keep it up and I’ll come before you touch me.”

  She smiled. “I like you talking dirty to me.”

  “Suck my dick, Isla. And I mean that in the nicest way.”

  Turning her attention to Graeme’s twitching cock, she encircled the base with one hand while cradling his balls with the other. He hissed.

  She dropped her hands and shifted to the side. “Did I screw up already?”

  “Christ no, the opposite.” He placed his palm on her cheek. “I think you’re gonna rock me, but we won’t know if you don’t try.”

  Her rock him? Given the orgasm she’d had, she figured he was kidding. She’d do her level best to bring him off without causing pain.

  Once again, she placed one hand at his base, but this time she caressed his scrotum. He was much bigger than Scott. She hoped he didn’t choke her, but she couldn’t back out now.

  Isla breathed in a smell more primal than musk, if that was possible. Graeme’s personal scent made her mouth water like chopped fresh vegetables, though it carried an earthy undertone like the aroma of crunched newly fallen autumn leaves. Evocative of memories and potential mixed.

  She lightly traced his length, noticing his soft skin covering hard muscle. She felt the slight bumps and fingered his head, particularly the tiny slit. Moisture seeped, and she rubbed it in little circles before squeezing his shaft. Her grip firmed, causing light friction. “Is this good for you?”

  “Jesus H. Yes,” he exhaled. “Perfect. Keep going.”

  Great. She’d gotten one thing right. Figuring she wouldn’t break anything, she continued moving her hand, slowly increasing the tempo and pressure. His cock swelled.

  His hips jerked. “Whenever you’re ready, lick me.” His voice rasped against her nerves. “Don’t worry. I won’t demand anything more. Your hands could get me off.”

  Reassured, she bent and licked the swollen head. She wasn’t sure what she’d expected, but he didn’t taste like Scott. He tasted…better…delicious… Her body heated.

  He moaned. “That’s it, baby.”

  She swirled her tong
ue, surprising both of them when she drew the tip of his cock into her mouth. She applied gentle suction, whirling her tongue around him, paying special attention to the small indent on the underside of his penis.

  He clutched the sheets. His thigh muscles tensed under her, but he didn’t complain so she continued. She accepted more on an inhale, running her tongue around his rim.

  “Damn. You know exactly how to suck me.”

  She smiled around his cock, managing to take him deeper though she knew he wouldn’t fit completely. Her head bobbed over him. A humming sound came from her throat. His hips flexed, then he gently lifted her from his cock, his fingers on her jaw.

  “Turnabout’s fair play. Turn and shift over me.”

  Her confusion must have shown on her face because he smiled. “Your feet toward my head. Trust me.” He grinned. “Not to sound too demanding, but then you can go back to sucking me off. Please.”

  “Oh, the please did it for me.” She licked him from base to tip then shifted. And stifled a gasp when his hands clamped on her hips, holding her in place above him. What the—

  “Bend your elbows and rest your weight on your forearms.”

  His lips nuzzled her wet entry before he invaded her pussy with his tongue. She forgot herself, soaring on the sensations.

  He murmured a comment she didn’t hear, but the sound was enough to renew her concentration. She sucked his length, withdrawing until only his tip remained in her mouth, then she swooped, enclosing more of his taut, velvety length. Her lips closed over a dick that she swore kept growing. Isla tried to relax her jaw, hoping she wouldn’t choke. God, please no gagging, not this time.

  Graeme’s thumbs rubbed small circles on her hips. His tongue pushed against her nib. She forgot about looking foolish.

  Soft moans filled the room, along with the musky aroma of sexual excitement. His tongue speared her, sending her higher, and she parlayed her new sensuality into trying harder, lightly raking her teeth over his shaft.

  He groaned, his leg muscles tensed. “Move away, Isla, I’m coming.”

  Ignoring his words she increased the suction, concentrating on his seeping crown. She could handle her physical reactions. Pleasuring a man this way didn’t have to end in embarrassment. Being in control felt good, and his moans and jerking hips told her more than words just who was in charge.

  No, not totally in command as his tongue dove into her. Faster. Demanding. Her body, already hot, flew into Equatorial at high noon temperatures. If her mouth weren’t filled with his penis, she’d be moaning, screaming, “Yes! More!”

  He detonated and she worked her throat, swallowing his salty cum. Relief in accomplishing her goal mixed with satisfaction that she’d made this man shout and grip her hips with strong fingers.

  She didn’t mentally preen for long. His tongue circled her clit as he rubbed her anal ring with his finger. Her breath left her body in a gust. Energy collected at her core, spreading outward in increasing intensity and heat. Dots flashed behind her eyes. She wanted to escape from her body but couldn’t resist the sensations he elicited. Her gut-wrenching tension exploded, rocketing from head to toe. Her inner walls pulsated while Graeme’s tongue ministered. Stars glittered against her closed eyelids.

  After a moment, he rolled them gently onto their sides. Too limp to shift, she inhaled his musky scent as the room’s air-conditioned temperature cooled her.

  “The bastard is a sodding fool. I’ve never had anyone give me head the way you did. You’ve got a talent, woman.”

  She smiled. “So do you.” His eyelids fluttered. Damn, she’d never been so sated by sex—what passed for intercourse—with her ex. She yawned, breathing in his unique aroma. Then she nestled her cheek against his thigh, and fell asleep.

  Chapter Six

  Sunlight no longer hit the sheer drapes, telling Graeme they’d slept for at least an hour, possibly two. He glanced at the clock. They had enough time for a long hot shower. More sex. Unless Isla bailed.

  Nah. She’d want a shower.

  They’d shifted during sleep, now lying diagonally across the bed facing each other. He watched her, body relaxed, her mouth slightly open. She’d surprised him, her passion and sexual openness a shocker given her uptight attitude when they’d met. She’d been open about her interactions with the bastard ex, too.

  She was something else, but he didn’t need the complications Isla would cause. He’d better not tell her about his agreement to keep Kenzie’s cousin busy. No, just check if she’d be up for coming back later tonight and leave the rest alone.

  He ran his hand over her hair. She blinked awake and yawned. Her eyes widened when she saw their crosswise position. The rumpled sheets and bedspread on the floor. “You weren’t kidding. You really do use the entire bed.”

  “You’re neglecting your part in the damage.” He lowered his voice and kissed her forehead. “I’m not complaining.”

  She returned his caress. “Me either.”

  Heat mounted, but the evening’s commitment nagged at him. “Come on. Let’s grab a shower. I have to be back at the grounds by three. I have band rehearsal then a previous engagement. You’re going to come see me play, right?”

  Her eyes narrowed. “Don’t tell me you have a date.”

  “Something like that.”

  “I was right. You are a pig.”

  He shoved his hands through his hair. “Look, I promised my brother I’d take his girlfriend’s cousin for dinner. Nothing more.” And why had he bothered to explain? He drew her close. “I told you. I see one woman at a time and she—that’s you—gets all my attention this weekend.”

  “So like Vegas?” Her eyebrows rose. “What happens at the Games?”

  “Yep. Travels no further.”

  She nodded. “You mentioned a shower?”

  “Yeah,” he grinned. “I wanna soap you all over.” His phone rang. “Damn it.”

  She grabbed the top sheet, wrapping it around herself. “How about I start without you?”

  He watched her trip over the sheet then catch her balance and mince into the bathroom. Grinning, he answered the call. “Yeah?”

  “Where are you? You missed the Bachelor’s Sporran Event.”

  No, he hadn’t. “Mom, I told you I wouldn’t be there, right?”

  “I haven’t seen you since this morning.”

  “Something came up.” A hard something, but thinking about sex with Isla while talking to his mother made him fidget. “Is there a problem?”

  “I’ve rescheduled the meeting with my new friends. Tomorrow. Breakfast.”

  “No can do. I’m playing tonight, sleeping late.” He heard the shower running and his fingers itched. “Speaking of late, I’ve gotta grab a shower or I’ll miss rehearsal.”

  “Graeme. Will you do this for me?”

  His conscience bit him. “Late lunch on Sunday as long as I can leave by two.”

  She sighed. “That will have to do. You won’t be sorry.”

  He ran his hands through his hair. “I’m agreeing against my better judgment.”

  “Fine, as long as you show up. Promise?”

  “Yeah, I’ll be there.”

  He’d no sooner ended the call than his phone rang again. Liam. “What.”

  “Hey big bro. You were a hit with Jessie.”

  He blew a breath. “Like I care. Told you. I don’t go for bubbly.”

  “She’s hot for you, man,” Liam said.

  A snort escaped, not entirely against his will. “I can take care of my own needs.”

  “There’s your problem, dude. Too much hand action.”

  The shower stopped. Damn. Had he missed jumping in with Isla? “You called, why?”

  “Kenzie wants to make sure you won’t leave Jessie waiting.”

  “I promised,” Graeme said. “I’ll be there and take her to dinner.”

  “She expects you to take her to the concert.”

  “Jesus H. What next? A marriage proposal?” He caught a glimpse of
white in his peripheral vision. “Gotta go.” He shut off his phone and looked up. She stood in the door, her skin pink, her wet hair snarled.

  “Are you engaged? Please god, tell me I didn’t screw up again,” Isla said.

  “My brother thinks paying my way this weekend means he can dictate terms.”

  “You didn’t answer my question, but I guess no reply is an answer in itself.”

  He prowled closer. “I don’t have a girlfriend. I’m not engaged. Told you. Prior commitment.” He placed his hands on her shoulders and caught her gaze. “I play pipes, not people.”

  She scanned his face for a long moment. “I started without you. I thought you were gonna soap me all over?”

  He yanked off her damp towel. “And then some.”

  ****

  Graeme kissed her shoulder. “Dirty girl. You missed a spot.” He kissed her neck. “And another place here.” His lips laved her breasts while his palms cupped her globes. “Bad, bad girl. Seems to me you need another shower.”

  Her knees wobbled. Accompanying Graeme to his hotel room had provided all kinds of new experiences. She’d never have thought she’d actually like giving head, not after her ex.

  Her nipples peaked under his lips. Sex with this guy was nothing like she’d known before. If one person could be physically addicted to another, he was like the first hit of crack. She was rapidly moving into a “can’t do without his touch” stage.

  His forefinger and thumb grasped her chin, tipping her head back. Their gazes met. “You’re thinking too much.” He smiled. “Let’s hit the shower.”

  They entered the humid air of a hotel bathroom that unaccountably had no fan. “Did you leave any hot water?”

  Her pelvis jutted. “We could find out.”

  The skin at the corner of his eyes crinkled. “I like intelligent women.” His head canted. “Your beauty is the icing. Did I mention I like sugar?”

  Her thoughts whirled. Really? Shoot, no. He seemed the kind of guy who’d say anything to get laid. Better to take the sex and go. She leaned against the counter. “No, and if I’m over thinking, you’re talking way too much.”

  His pupils dilated, turning his gray eyes to coal. He grabbed her at the waist and lifted her.