“Screw it up?!” I gasp. “You’ve ruined me for life!”
His laugh gets even louder. I pull him up next to me and slide my hand greedily down his muscled chest, brushing over the scars on his biceps. Down, down, following the heavy lines of his abs, combing through the brown curls of chest hair to the waistband of his boxers. He grits his teeth, a muscle jumping in his jaw.
“You don’t have to—”
“I want to. Please.”
He groans, relaxing and letting me slip off his underwear. The sight of his cock makes my head spin. It’s thick and swollen. I let my fingers trail down his belly towards it, tickling into his pubic hair, and he hisses, running a hand over his face.Fighting the urge to laugh, I slip my hand under his heavy balls, cupping them firmly. The shudder that runs through him wracks his whole body. I feel an answering shudder deep in my stomach. Slowly, I wrap my hand around his length and start to stroke, so lightly it probably feels ticklish. His eyes fall closed.
“Too much?” I ask innocently.
“Not enough,” he grits out, flinching. I watch in fascination as the muscles in his chest and shoulders flex. “Please, Briar, justdosomething, lass, you’re killing me here—”
“Mm.” Keeping my touch very, very light, I twist my hand around his base, my fingers barely snagging the skin. He chokes, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
“Briar—”
“How do you like it?” I ask, speeding up my hand. “Faster?”
“No. Just... tighter, for God’s sake—”
I bend and press a kiss to his tip, and he shouts, fisting a hand in my hair. “Mother of—!” He spasms hard against my mouth, and I smile, pulling back.
“Jesus.” He mutters, “You’re terrible.”
“Did you expect anything different? IamBritain’s Biggest Bitch.”
“No,” he grinds out. I take him in hand again, a little firmer this time, and rub my thumb just under his base. He likes that, jumping between my fingers as his thighs clench.
This is something else I’ve never really enjoyed. Getting a guy off. But now, seeing the colour rise in Glen’s cheeks, the sudden, uncontrolled jerks of his muscles as I touch him, I finally get the appeal. Watching him get more and more turned on as I explore him is so hot I can feel myself getting wet again. I squirm on the sheets. His eyes flash as he notices, and he grabs me by the hips, dragging me onto his thigh. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he groans as I start rocking on him, riding his leg in rhythm with my strokes. He dips his head, his soft hair tickling my cheek, and nips the side of my throat. Electricity wires through me. I tighten my fist, moving faster and harder. For a few minutes, we’re quiet, the only sound in the room the softly shifting sheets, and the low rumble starting up in Glen’s chest. It feels like a spring is pulling tighter and tighter inside of me.
“God.” I close my eyes. “God, I’m so close, I—”
“I know,” he rasps. Of course he knows. He can feel me twitching and throbbing against his bare skin. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer, my wetness streaking stickily over his thigh. I moan, rubbing against him as I tighten my grip, twisting my hand in a corkscrew motion that makes him start to groan over and over. I feel his heart hammering in his chest as he pants for air.
“I’m almost—” he roughs out, and I nod frantically, reaching down to cup his balls.
He shakes his head. “Wait.” He reaches over me to the nightstand, yanking out a handful of tissues.
I give his balls one last soft squeeze, and he loses it. He drops his head to my shoulder and lets out a strangled shout, every muscle in his body tensing and shaking as he explodes into his hand.
I’m not far behind. When it hits me, my climax streams through me like a sunbeam breaking through a cloud. My eyes flutter closed. I shiver and cling to Glen’s shoulders, muffling my tiny moans and soft sighs into the curve of his neck. If my first two releases were explosive, this one is slow and delicious, almost dreamy, slipping through my veins like hot syrup.
I eventually quieten, slowly opening my eyes. My whole body is humming and warm and marshmallow soft.
“That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Glen pants. I can see his pulse jumping in his neck.
“I try.” I flop against his front, patting the handful of tissues in his hand. “Good thinking,” I mumble. “Depressing, but probably a good idea.” I mean, if I can’t handlelotion, I guess having a man come on my leg might freak me out.
That thought pisses me off. Fuck X for getting in the way of my sex life. I will be taking this up with my therapist immediately.
I can imagine the conversation already.Please fix me so my sexy Scottish bodyguard can come on my tits.The thought is so ridiculous that I laugh, giddy from endorphins.
Glen disposes of the tissues and smiles against my mouth. “Well?” He asks.
“Well, what?”
“Did me staying in your bed work? Do you feel better?”
