My vision pulses with my heartbeat, blurring and darkening with every move he makes. I’m on the edge. So freaking close to falling over, but I force my thoughts away from ecstasy, needing to wait. Wanting to wait.
He pushes my knees forward and pulls my hips back toward him, leaving me suspended above the cock that’s railing my ass. One hand grips my hip, and the other wraps around my throat as he settles under my raised ass. He’s cutting off my oxygen in time with his thrusts, and I’m not sure if I’ll be able to hold off much longer. He’s thrusting up into me, holding me in place as he fucks me brutally. The man’s a beast. He never seems to tire, fucking me for what feels like forever.
The orgasm I’ve been ignoring grows. It tingles at the base of my spine, spreading throughout my body, bringing with it tremors so strong my teeth chatter and my cock pulses. The hand on my neck moves to my hips with the other one, and he loses his rhythm, his thrusts stuttering until he shouts, “Come, Tavish, now!”
Ropes of cum are spurting from me before his words fully form. My body convulses as my orgasm rockets through me. My mind goes blank. It narrows and all that exists for me is him.
Daddy bites down on my shoulder as he comes, filling me with molten hot fluid. His cock thrusting through it, forcing some to drip out of my ass onto his thighs.
He releases my shoulder from his teeth with a bone jarring groan as he pulls my hands from the bed and drops onto the mattress. His cock still lodged inside me, jerking with his prolonged pleasure. He spoons behind me, dropping kisses on my head and neck and shoulders.
I’m drained from the feel of him filling me with his cock and cum and the intense orgasm that just flooded through me. My eyelids drift down over my eyes, and I heave a sigh as darkness descends and sleep takes me.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
DRAVEN
Draven
Since fleeingthe States and Samuel several weeks ago, Tavish and I’ve settled into Scotland and into a routine. We fill our days with work and our nights with lust. Most o’ the days have been lust filled too, iffn I’m honest.
It’s been amazing for both o’ us. I’ve dealt with issues at the estate, but mostly I’ve spent time with my boy. Even while I’ve worked, he’s been there beside me, doing whatever it is he does for the Society. Calls fly between him and the members. Working beside him has given me insight into how his mind works, and also into his quirks. Stuff one wouldnae notice without being in his presence regularly.
I’ve listened to him bitch and moan like an old woman at people calling him for what he calls stupid shit or things that could’ve been a text message. I’ve lost count o’ the number o’ times he’s answered the phone with, “you should be texting me” or “this had better be something that deserves a phone call.”
Glancing over at him now, sitting at the space he’s set up for himself, his face lit up by the screens in front o’ him, I have tosmile. He’s got his headphones on—a must have after I spent an entire day fighting off a headache—and he’s dancing in his chair as his fingers fly over the keyboard. My gaze travels from where he sits to the desk Simon used all those years ago, and I sigh. I’d had the staff set his workspace up at that desk, but the first time Tavish sat at it, he’d noticed the photo o’ Simon and me that the staff forgot to remove, and he stood up and refused to work there.
His words that day endeared him to me even more.
He whirls on me and the staff, who are also waiting for his reaction. “Absolutely not. That is Simon’s desk and Simon’s it will stay. I’m not his replacement. And removing him from the house and Draven’s life will never happen. Not as long as I have breath in my body, and any say in the matter.”
The staff loved Simon nearly as much as I had, and their smiles show their growing affection and respect o’ Tavish and his respect o’ Simon.
I nod at them, and say, “Well, ye heard the lad. It’s back to the drawing board ’cause the boy needs a place o’ his own to work, and iffn he willnae use Simon’s desk, he’ll need one o’ his own.”
He pushes his glasses up on his face, and looks around the room, then says, “Move Simon’s desk over and put mine between his and Draven’s. That’s my spot. Between my two Daddies, not instead of one of them.”
“Way to out us, lilla du,” I say, a rare blush heating my cheeks.
“As if we dinnae ken with the way the two o’ ye go at it,” Mack says.
Tavish chuckles. At Mack’s words or the deepening blush, I feel heating my face a few more degrees, I’m nae sure. He pats my arms where I’ve crossed them over my chest and kisses my bicep.
Sighing, I pull him into my body and kiss his forehead before saying to the staff, “Let’s find the boy a desk and chair, and let’s see about getting him set up. That way, he can keep the boss lady happy, and we can keep him with us a wee bit longer.”
The staff scurries away, closing the door behind them and I spend the rest o’ the day locked in the study, fucking Tavish on every surface imaginable. But nae Simon’s desk because Tavish threatens to call red on me when I back him up against it during rounds three and four.
“There you are,” he murmurs, or at least I’m sure he thinks he’s murmured. It’s much louder than he probably wanted. With the volume o' his headphones, a scream likely sounds as silent as a thought never uttered.
Kenning better than to interrupt him, I turn back to the accounts and paperwork o' running the estate and the trust set up by my grandfather. Things have been going well for the Clan Sinclair and I mean to expand on what those before me have done.
Tavish yells louder than before and flies to his feet, arms thrown in the air as if he’s just scored the winning goal in the World Cup. I thank the heavens the staff has been gone for the day by several hours. His outbursts have had them running from all ends o' the property to check on him more than once.
I make to stand, but before I can get my feet under me, he’s thrown off his headphones and is racing toward me. Spinning my chair away from the desk, he climbs in my lap, straddling me.
The boy’s exuberance is infectious and I cannae help but be excited with him. “What are we celebrating, pojke?”
“I found him, Daddy,” Tavish says, pressing kisses over my face before wrapping his arms around my neck so tight I can barely breathe.
