The Highland Fling(64)

Taking a deep breath, I lower my hand an inch, and my fingertips connect with his thick girth. My eyes nearly roll to the back of my head, and for the first time since I started my exploration, I feel his breathing hitch and grow shallow. Quickly in, quickly out.

His reaction grants me more courage as I cover his erection with my hand.

Big.

He’s so big.

I wouldn’t expect anything less from such a mammoth of a man, but it’s still a little shocking and intimidating.

My hand fully grips his girth, and he sucks in a sharp breath as his hips jut forward.

I need more. I want to feel him without a barrier. So without giving it a second thought, I slip my hand under his briefs and circle his entirety in my palm. A contradiction of soft, velvet skin and stone, he feels amazing.

“Fuck,” he grumbles softly as I start to ever so slowly pump up and down.

I drag my hand to the tip and pass my thumb over the head a few times. His grip on my ass tightens, and his legs spread. I take that as my cue.

He wants more.

I want more.

So much more.

I sit up and push the covers down, my body buzzing with anticipation. I grip the waistband of his briefs and drag them down his legs, discarding them on the floor. In the dim light, I take in the gloriously delicious outline of his cock jutting up against his stomach. I shift my hair to the side so it’s out of my way but so he can still see my face as I lower myself, lifting his shaft and bringing it to my lips.

I start at the tip and slowly suck him into my mouth.

“Jesus,” he mumbles with a sigh, his hand finding the hem of my shirt again, his fingers gliding up and under the fabric. The connection brings a level of intimacy to what I’m doing, a touch I never realized I needed.

Slowly, I lower my mouth around him while my other hand grips his base tightly. With every descent, I spend a few seconds sucking hard, enough time to get him breathing harder and harder, until I open all the way and take him to the back of my throat.

“Fuck,” he hisses as I swallow. I do this a few more times until I pull all the way off and release my hold, barely keeping his cock held in my hand. He tightens under my touch, and precum forms at the tip. His cock is so hard, so ready, that I know he’s only moments away. “Bonnie, lass . . . ,” he gasps.

Oh, he’s really close.

His eyes are squeezed shut and his chest rises and falls so rapidly that it would be impossible to count how many breaths he takes in a minute. But I hold still.

He thrashes.

His cock juts up.

His hand grips the sheets.

His teeth pull on his bottom lip.

And then . . . a feral groan.

With that, my mouth descends again, and I maneuver him all the way back before I pull up hard, sucking the entire time.

“Fuck, I’m coming!” he shouts as his hips drive up. I take him easily, reveling in his pleasure until he’s completely sated. He’s breathing heavily, disbelief morphing his face as he gazes down at me. He lifts a hand and strokes it tenderly through my hair as he slowly comes back to life.

And then . . . determination laces his features.

He lifts up, his abs tightening, contracting, before he flips me to my back and spreads my legs wide enough for his large body to fit between them.

“Rowan,” I breathe out heavily. “You don’t have to—”

“The fuck I don’t.” He pushes the hem of my shirt past my belly button but doesn’t go any farther. It makes me lose my mind—until he hooks one of my legs over his shoulder and lowers his head.

Giving pleasure is just as much of a turn-on for me as receiving, so I’m ready for him as his lips meet my inner thigh. My body is already sensitive, thrumming with need as all feeling focuses down to my core, lighting me up with anticipation.

He trails scratchy, luscious kisses along my sensitive skin, moving closer and closer to my center before he pulls away and moves to my other leg. He pays tribute to each side, worshipping with his mouth and driving me crazy.

My pelvis lifts up, seeking any kind of connection, and when his mouth pulls away, excitement booms deep in the pit of my stomach—until he turns to the other leg.

“Oh my God, Rowan,” I say, the ache so strong that I feel like I might cry. “Please.”

“No,” he says and then goes back to trailing kisses along my thigh, drawing so close, right to where I need him, then pulling away and moving back toward my knee.

Devil of a man.

I shift beneath him, angling to get him to touch me, but he’s strong and holds me down, drawing out this delicious torture until the throb is so intense I cry out.

“Please,” I beg. “Please, Rowan.”

He draws his tongue out and laps it down my leg, closer and closer, until his tongue meets my hip. He circles it over my hipbone and runs it down to my pubic bone, right above my slit. There he plays with me, teases me, drawing circles over and over again. I feel my arousal pool, my need so great that I might come without him even touching me.

“I want to come on your tongue,” I say, not holding back.

“Are you close?” he asks.

“Yes,” I breathe out. “Don’t you feel me shaking for you?”

“Aye,” he says, his voice such a deep rumble that I nearly come right there.

His eyes find mine as he lowers his tongue an inch, just to the very top, and he slips it in and out, making the ache grow more intense.