“Fuck, you’re so snug,sionnach beag,little fox. I don’t want to hurt you. I’m going to play with you a bit.”
I’m on the bed, shocked and staring up at the ceiling as my legs are over his shoulders. There’s a violent tug and suddenly those horrible booty shorts are flying across the room. There’s no time to object because his mouth is fastened around my pussy in some kind of filthy, filthy kiss and his tongue sliding through my lips. Grabbing two thick handfuls of his hair, I hold on, feeling like I’m flying apart and this is the only thing grounding me. His mouth is heat and silk, and his tongue joins his finger, driving up into me.
“Cor- Cormac,” I gasp, back arching and his thick forearm slams across my hips, pushing me back down. It feels like he’s sucking my soul from my body, his tongue and lips and teeth are too much and when he tugs on my clitoris, I scream. The shock that I could come so quickly, I’m so wet and my thighs are gripping his head and-
“Sorry,” I babble, “are you okay?”
He looks up and smiles at me, and his short, trimmed beard is wet. I can see it glisten in the light streaming in the windows and before I can be embarrassed, he’s kissing me and I can taste myself on him.
“Next time,” he murmurs, “I want you to sit on my face. I want to squeeze your lovely, round ass while you rub against my mouth.”
His voice is so deep that his words vibrate through my chest. I realize I’m still gripping handfuls of his hair and I try to relax my fingers enough to let go of it.
“Are you alright? Do you still want this?” Cormac asks, kneeling over me.
I sit up, raising my chin to kiss him again. “Yes. Please.”
Oh, here comes the sexy Scottish Laird version of Cormac, and he is next level. This mountain of a man is staring down at me, his jade eyes flaring and his jaw tight.
“Fuck,” he groans, kissing me hard enough to feel the press of his teeth against my lips. His hand is in my hair, gripping it to move my head in the way he wants for the kiss. Pulling back slightly, his breath is still mingling with mine as his hand leaves my hair and slides down my throat. “Such a treasure you are.”
He grins with a pleasing level of savagery as he pulls open a drawer and takes out a condom. His jeans are yanked off in seconds and my eyes widen as I stare at his boxer briefs, the thin material straining against his cock. When he pulls them down, it hits his lovely, flat stomach with an audible slap.
“Hey,sionnach beag,little fox, relax,” he says soothingly, like he’s used to women freaking out when they see the size of his dick. It’s the first one I’ve ever seen. Out in the wild, I mean.
I’ve seen a couple of cheesy porn videos but he’s… I would not be in the habit of calling a dick beautiful, but his cock is. It’s thick, so hard, and the silky tip is glistening already and I want to lick it like I did his tattoo. He rolls on the condom too quickly for me to taste him and sits on the bed again, leaning against the headboard. “Straddle me,” he says, lifting me over him before I have a chance to do it myself.
“Bear down, like a bad girl,” he whispers in my ear, his hands on my ass and my hip pushing my center along his cock, getting him slick and just making me wetter. “You’re doing so well, grinding this perfect little pussy on my cock, aren’t you? I think you could come again like this.” His thumb taps my clit gently but I’m too overstimulated, it is so much and I dig my nails into his shoulders.
He’s big. He’s really,reallybig and I’m supposed to fit this inside me? “You’re going to rip me in half,” I gasp and to my shock, some dark corner of my brain thinks that is the best part.
“No baby, no it won’t,” Cormac soothes me, kissing my cheekbone, my neck, my lips. Reaching between us, he holds his cock up for me. “Slide down on it, slow or fast, whatever you need. We have all night.”
The silky tip of him notches inside me and I sink onto him. It burns and pulls and still I keep sliding down because we are both so wet and slick and I don’t see how there could be more of him but there is. My thighs are shaking and he takes my weight, holding me halfway onto his cock while I pant against his neck.
“So tight, little fox, you’re so snug around me,” he rasps, groaning with me as I slide down the last inches, pressed tightly against him, the crisp hair at the base of his dick tickling my clit. He just kisses me and kisses me, his fingers sliding between us and circling my strained entrance. His hips begin light upward pushes and I gasp when I realize there was more of him after all. When his thrusts get harder, he bounces me easily, twisting his hips to move deeper, harder. It aches where his thick, heavy cock hits my core and rubs roughly against my secret, sensitive places and I put my palm on my abdomen.
“I can feel you inside me,” I cry out, shocked and so turned on that I can barely breathe. His big hand presses on mine. “From the outside, I can feel you-” I come, gripping him inside me like I’ll never let him loose and the last sane bit of me smiles in satisfaction when I hear his loud groan, his swelling cock pressing against my clutching pussy and he comes, too. The heat and the electricity between us cycles back and forth and I feel like I’m on fire, burning at the place we’re connected.
So this is what it’s like…
When I finally come back from wherever his dick and that orgasm flung me, I feel his arms wrapped around me tightly, his dark whispers of how beautiful I am, how sweet.
Dear god. The man’s cock isstillhard inside me.
Chapter Five
In which this is going to be the best year ever.
Mala…
“So you’re really not going to tell me anything else?”
Willow has been relentless since we returned to school. The frenzy of getting our luggage together and getting on the Toscano jet for the flight to Inis Mor didn’t leave any time for giggles and whispered conversations about my evening with my Scottish white knight.
We share a suite at the Ares Academy, one on the third floor with a spectacular view of the landscape surrounding the school. The huge, Gothic campus looms over the island's flat plains and sheer cliffs, an immortal granite edifice, one of the island’s historic treasures. It’s built like a fortress, with tall granite walls and four watchtowers. The Dean’s Building faces the huge iron gate and the rest of the buildings fan out behind it.
To call our suite ‘student housing’ is hilarious. We have a large common room with a little kitchen area, a massive fireplace, and floor-to-window ceilings. Willow and I were placed together our first year here, and while other students moved around to different lodgings like a game of Tetris, we’ve been perfectly suited to each other.
