by MJ Fields
His lips twitch up in the corner as he reaches down and pulls my panties off the rest of the way. He licks his lips while he bends to set the boot down and reappears with a foil package in hand.
Magic.
“You still with me, Elizabeth Bloom?”
The look in his eyes, the way he stands with confidence, further boosts mine. His body, raw, real, made for mind-blowing sex. Nothing I’ve ever seen, even in the movies—sorry Jamie—compares. It is incredibly real.
“More now than even before.”
His body ripples when he kneels between my legs, spreading them wider to accommodate his size.
Oh, dear God, his size. It’s going to hurt like hell.
So worth it.
With his large hand, he covers the tip of his cock then slides the condom over it like he’s done it a million times. I push back the little green demon and remind myself this is just sex, that I have no claim to him, and I’ll be damned if I will screw this up by allowing those thoughts inside my head.
Leaning forward, his eyes hold mine as he glides his fingertip over my slit. The sensation causes my hips to buck slightly, and I grip the covers beneath me while my leg muscles tense up.
“Ye’re fuckin’ soaked.”
“You’re fucking huge,” I whisper.
He chuckles. “Ye’ll be just fine. I’ll go easy … this time.”
This time.
He slides his hand up my body, between my breasts, and then clamps lightly around the base of my neck, our naked bodies now touching as he holds the majority of his weight off me. Then he brings his lips down against mine, and his lips, God, this man’s lips are everything— cover mine, nipping and dragging my bottom lip out then releasing it. He kisses, nips, and licks down my neck.
Releasing the comforter, I run my hands up his hard, muscular sides, and then up his bulging biceps. “My God.”
His hair tickles my skin as he takes my nipple and sinks his teeth lightly into it.
“Ethan,” I cry, nails digging into his shoulders as he moves and takes the other the same way.
Teeth lightly scraping down my body, my hands are now in his hair as he peers up right before he slides his mouth lower and lower and—
My head tilts back as I cry out with his first lick of my pussy and the first thrust of his finger inside me.
“Fuck,” he growls, sucking on my lip, one side then the next, as he surges his fingers in and out of me. “Fucking tight.”
His touch is quenching a thirst I’ve suffered for two long years, maybe a lifetime.
With his broad shoulders, he nudges my legs wider as he settles between them. “Your cunt is delicious,” he mumbles, diving his tongue deep inside me over and over, his fingers, once inside me, now gripping my ass, applying pressure to my bum, and it feels amazing.
He pushes another finger inside me as he circles his tongue around my clit, and I come for the first time … on a man’s tongue.
Grabbing fistfuls of his hair, I try to pull him up, but he grunts disapprovingly and continues eating me with a hunger that I’ve never experienced until I come again, and again, and again.
Sweat mists, cooling my burning skin. My lungs fight for air, and my throat is nearly raw from crying out in pleasure as he slowly kisses up my body. Then he takes my mouth as savagely as he took my pussy, and I wrap my legs around his hips, feeling his cock nudge my cleft. He rakes my hands from his hair and raises them above my head, holding them both with one as he pulls his lips from mine and, without warning, plunges fully inside of me, stealing my breath and causing me pain.
Eyes concerned and voice angry, he hisses, “There was no other way it could be done.”
Inhaling deeply, I fill my lungs and exhale, “My God.”
Pushing himself up, he circles his hips, stretching me around his cock before pulling out and slamming back in, over and over and over again.
My pussy spasms around him as he roots himself inside of me, taking my mouth again as he pulls out then more gently pushes in, his green, stormy eyes glued to mine as he fucks me from pleasureful pain to completely mind-blowing ecstasy.
He’s fucking me, kissing me, sucking and tweaking my tits, nipping and licking my neck… he’s everywhere.
As I feel the build of another orgasm, I pull my hands free of his hold and grab his rock-hard ass, beginning to meet him thrust for thrust until I reach leg-shaking, eye-rolling, fire-burning … what is probably a once in a lifetime orgasm.
“That’s it. Fuck yes!” He buries his head in my neck. “Your body’s begging for my cum.”
“Yes,” I whimper. “God, yes.”
He pulls out fully, leaving me feeling an emptiness that I’ve never experienced.
“What’s wrong? Did I—”
I stop when I see the most erotic vision I’ve ever seen as he pulls off the condom, fists his cock, his head falling back as he strokes himself and groans, “Elizabeth Bloom,” and then his cum spurts all over my belly.
Oh. My. God.
I watch his chest heave as he looks down at me, eyes hooded and dark.
“Are you done with me now, Elizabeth Bloom?”
I shake my head.
“Good,” he pants as he lies his full weight on me. With his face buried in my neck, he mumbles, “I’m gonna need a couple minutes, and then I’m going to fuck you how I warned ye I would on yer porch.”
I run my fingers up and down his back, allowing his muscles to determine the path as I try to calm my breath, and whisper, “Think we should shower first?”
He pushes up on his elbows and looks down at me. “I’ve no problem with yer cum on my lips. Do ye have—”
“No, no, I don’t.” I smile.
His smile makes my heart skip a beat, and even though I’m rather sore, I get, tingles.
“That’s a damn good thing,” he says, licking his delicious lips.
Grabbing his hair and kissing him hard, I feel him growing between my legs.
He pulls away and grabs my face between his hands, holding my head against the pillow. “Ye’re asking for trouble, Elizabeth Bloom.”
“Is trouble your middle name?” I smirk.
“James,” he says right before taking my mouth with his.
After three hours of fucking, I should be exhausted. Who am I kidding? He should be, and he is, sound asleep, still wrapped around me, his leg thrown over mine, his cock laying against my thigh, his hand still cupping my breast.
I’m sure I should wake him, but I’m enthralled by the way he looks. He’s even more stunning asleep. His long lashes rest against his cheeks, his brows perfectly relaxed and not turned inward, his broad, muscular chest slowly rising and falling against me. I reach up and push his hair out of his face, and he doesn’t even flinch.
Ethan James Stewart, I sigh to myself as I keep my eyes open, drinking him in as long as I can.
Thursday
Feeling movement beside me, I realize I fell asleep still wrapped in his hold. When I open my eyes, his are slowly scanning my still naked body, making me shiver.
His eyes slowly meet mine, and I’m shocked at how bright they look after the night we had. He should be exhausted.
“I should have woke you up.”
He narrows his eyes and shakes his head.
“No?”
He pushes the hair away from my face. “Haven’t had more than a couple hours in years. And it’s been longer since I haven’t had to waste morning wood in the shower.” He nudges me with his hard cock.
“You ran out of condoms—”
“Remind me to call ye in a prescription for birth control.”
“Already on the pill,” I whisper.
“Then there’ll be no need for a condom, now will there be?”
“But—”
“Do ye trust me, Elizabeth Bloom?” he asks, and I nod.
He reaches between us and rubs his cock against my slit. “Christ, woman, ye’re already primed.”
When he nudges me, I cringe.
“Ye all right?”
“I feel like someone played whack-a-mole on my girlie parts, but other than that—”
He laughs against my lips. “We’ve other places yet to be discovered.”
I lean back and ask, “Do you really think I’m going to let you stick that in my bum?”
“Aye, maybe not today, but aye. I was more thinking of yer pretty lips wrapping themselves around me.”
I must be losing my mind. I’ve never liked giving head. It was fulfilling what I thought to be an obligation. In fact, I hated it with my ex, yet my mouth waters at the thought of taking Ethan in it.
Before I have a chance to do just that, he sits up and stretches then bends down and grabs my calf, pulling my leg up . “Bruising gone down, but ye’re still swollen. I think ye should stay in bed, just like this all day.”
If staying in bed just like this means him staying in it with me, it will now top my bucket list, which means I have to start one.
“I have a very long list of things to do today.” I smirk inwardly.
He looks back at me as I sit up. “Do ye not ken the meaning of takin’ it easy, woman?”
I lean forward and nudge him with my shoulder as I reach for his beautiful manhood. “Very long.”
“As much as I’d love nothing more than to see yer lips around me tadger, I think breakfast is in order.”
“Tadger?”
“My cock, m’eudail,” he says, getting up off the bed, taking with him … his tadger.
When he bends down, grabbing his shorts then his tee-shirt, I try to memorize every inch of his body in case it’s the last time I see it in all its naked glory.
“Gonna go grab some breakfast.” He steps into his shorts. “Ye should soak yer gash.”
“My what?”
“Yer bruised cu—”
“Yes, yes, of course.”
“Well, let’s get on with it, shall we?”
I wait until I hear the front door shut, all the while hoping he would stay and mark box number one off my bucket list, to run water in the tub. I laugh at myself when I realize I’m not a list person. Even in college when my professors handed out a syllabus, I would somehow doodle on it until I could barely read the copy. It was a good thing each professor also had one available online.
While waiting for the bath to fill, I wonder about his penis. Well, mostly about how giving him head would work since he’s au naturel. I make a mental note to find out.
After a long soak in the tub, my “gash” feels less bruised and battered but achingly empty. I’ve never felt that before— the emptiness. Well, not in that area, anyway.
I step out and hear my phone playing “Best Friend” and can’t help smiling, excited that for once, I have 155 mg of cold brew to spill.
When I walk out into the bedroom, my phone has stopped ringing, and it’s not on the nightstand.
When it starts again, I hear it coming from the kitchen.
“I could have sworn I’d left it in—”
“Aye, but she’s taking a soak.”
I cover the gasp about to come out of my mouth when I realize he’s here, still in my house and answering my phone.
He continues, “Aye.” Pause. “Tonya, not real difficult to remember, but if ye’d like me to jot it down, I will.”
He pauses, and I peek around the corner as he starts taking groceries out of a reusable bag— eggs, sausage, milk …
Groceries, reusable bag, a hot, amazing lover, single dad— she is my everything— and swoon.
As a lump forms in my throat, I figuratively bat away the emotions causing it.
“I’ve plans this evening, but I’ll let Elizabeth ken.” Pause. “Aye.” Then he takes the phone away from his ear—my phone—sets in on the counter, hits “end call,” and continues emptying the bag.
Tightening my towel, I watch him as he stalls his movement, as if he senses something, and looks up at me.
“You took one hell of a soak, Elizabeth.” He nods toward the stool across the island. “Come sit.”
“You’re making me breakfast?”
“Ye can’t live on wine, expired salads in plastic take-out containers, and ice cream.”
I can’t help smiling.
“Should have stayed in a bit longer, and I’d have had this made, but since ye’re here ye’re gonna have to help me out.”
“I’ll warn you, I’m not good in the kitchen.”
He chuckles. “I presumed.”
“Let me get dressed, and you can teach me.”
“I’d rather ye not.”
“Not help you?”
“Not get clothed.”
Desire fills me immediately, and I swallow it back as I walk toward him.
He pushes a cup of coffee across the island. “It’s yer flavor.”
“Don’t go spoiling your booty call, Dr. Stewart.” I can’t help smiling as I lift the cardboard cup to my lips.
His jaw tightens and the muscles beneath his sexy stubble flex. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Elizabeth.”
“Well, you’re certainly giving the next guy—”
“Do ye need a reminder of why ye needed a forty-minute soak this morning?”
The way it comes out is harsh. The scowl has returned, and so have the tingles.
I palm my face to cover the giddy smile forming when I realize I get completely turned on by his brutishness and confidence.
When he reaches across the island and pulls my hand away, he studies my face for a moment with a harsh expression, and I can’t stop myself from laughing.
“Yer asking for it, Elizabeth Bloom.”
“You know what? I think you may be right.”
His face softens when his own realization seems to strike. “Do ye think all men are like this Outlander?”
“Well, a girl can dream, can’t she?”
He smirks while shaking his head as he grabs the egg carton.
“By the way—”
He looks up at me as he pulls an egg out of the carton.
“—how opposed are you to wearing a kilt next time we, you know?”
He cocks his head to the side, amusement dancing in the stunning depths of his beautiful green eyes as he stalks around the island. Grabbing me by the waist, his fingers sink in, causing me to squirm, and hauls me up. Grabbing his shoulders for balance and also because they’re so incredibly touchable, I squeal.
“How opposed to pulling out those knickers ye wore to my office the first time I saw yer ass?”
Laughter escapes us both as he presses his lips against mine and says, “Sorry to disappoint, Elizabeth Bloom, but I didn’t bring mine with me to the States.” Then he sets me on the counter and gives me a quick kiss, pulling away with a growl. “There’s a few stereotypes about us Scots ye may want to ken.”
“Do tell.”
“We eat breakfast before we get to fucking. We don’t shag sheep. Not all Scots eat Haggis—”
“Or love soccer?” I grin.
Pulling a bowl out of the cabinet, he huffs, “It’s football, lass. Ye Americans have it confused.”
“Did you play?” I ask as I reach for my coffee.
“Aye, until I buggered up my knee.”
“Is that what sparked your interest in becoming a doctor?”
He looks up from the cupboard that he’s now pulling a frying pan out of, his eyes brightening. “Aye.”
“Where did you go to college?”
“University in Edinburg, the Queens Medical Research Institute.”
“Is that where you were raised, Edinburg?”
He nods and peers up from behind his fallen locks. “Aye, after my parents’ death, with my aunt.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Part of life is death.”
“The worst part.”
“Aye.” He nods.
His eyes don’t raise again as he carefully cracks the eggs in the frying pan.
“I bet it’s beautiful there.”
He looks up
. “Most beautiful place on the planet.”
“I can imagine it is.”
Thursday
Lizzie
Walking up the deck, clothed in my almost-new, navy cocktail dress and this damn boot, I see Tonya waving to me from the bridge that leads to a massive yacht.
“Sweet Pleasure,” I grumble to myself. “I could possibly be getting my boat rocked, and it would certainly be more pleasureful than this if I were home.”
And if I hadn’t already overheard him saying he had plans for the night.
That, too.
Tonya takes my hands and looks me over, a grin beginning to form. “You look totally fu—”
“We’re not talking about this.”
She links her arm through mine. “Like hell we aren’t.”
“Hey, we could have done coffee and ice cream in comfortable jammies, and I would have told you all the details, but you had to go and ruin it by guilting me into this.” I wave my hand toward the boat.
“Bridget invited us. Calliope bailed on her last minute, like you did yoga class today.” She arches a brow. “She said she’d love a couple more friendly faces to hang out with. And since she’s sweet and we could stand adding a couple more people to our friendship circle, I said yes.”
“Great,” I grumble then nod. “I guess you’re right.”
“We’ll share an Uber home, and you can give me all the details.”
“In front of the driver? Fat chance.”
“Holy shit,” she whispers as we are about to step off the ramp and onto the yacht. “He’s gorgeous.”
“A mere mortal,” I whisper back.
“Welcome aboard Sweet Pleasure, ladies. I’m Captain Reed Nichols. Let any of the staff know if you need anything.”
Tonya’s eyes are wide as she nods. I place my hand on her back to move us along.
From behind, I hear Captain Nichols greet the next guests to board. “Welcome aboard Sweet Pleasure. I’m Captain Reed Nichols. Let any of the staff know if you need anything.”
“Will do, mate.” I look back and smile when I see Bridget and Simon behind us.
