He grabs my wrist. “All right, sweetheart,” he says fondly. “No need to beg. Where’s the button on this thing, eh?” His fingers slip into my pants, fondling the vibe. My mouth fallsopen as the tiny toy suddenly accelerates, pummelling against me.
“Ah,” he says cheerfully, “there it is.”
I can’t answer. I can’t talk. I can’t breathe. My body spasms in his arms as my release starts to take over.
Fraser pulls me closer, brushing my hair out of my face gently. “You close, honey?”
I nod.
“Perfect,” he breathes, cupping me. “Ride my hand for me. I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”
I whine and rock against his palm, rubbing up against him desperately. My sex aches and clutches and flutters, desperate for release. My body tightens, getting closer and closer and?—
Finally,finally, I come with a shout. I’ve been teased for so long that the orgasm slams into me like a freight train. My vision goes white, and my legs fold under me. I collapse against Fraser’s broad chest, scrabbling at his shirt as I gasp for air. Fraser laughs, gathering me closer before I can fall onto the rug.
“Easy, sweetheart.God, you’re so gorgeous like this.”
I mewl, grinding frantically over his wet palm as pulse after pulse of pleasure blooms through me.
He groans with satisfaction. “Aye, that’s right, pretty girl. Take what you need. You’re doing so good.” His free hand strokes my sweaty hair back, and he dips to kiss my neck. “So, so good,” he murmurs into the sensitive skin. The soft touches of his mouth just drag out my release, sending electricity through my sparking nerve endings. “God.I’ve never seen anything like this. You’re stunning. Gorgeous, gorgeous girl.”
Slowly, I come down from my high, shaking. The toy is still buzzing hard against me. I flinch in Fraser’s grip, overstimulated.
He kisses the top of my head. “Good lass,” he says. “Bet you feel better now you got that out of you, huh?” He tweaks the vibe. “Want this out?”
“Please,” I croak.
He kisses me long and slow as he draws the toy out of my underwear, switches it off, and holds it up. We both look at it. The pink silicone is drenched. Slowly, Fraser lifts it to his mouth, sucking my wetness off. His lashes dip. “Christ,” he mutters. “You taste…”
I’m suddenly very aware of his erection straining in his jeans, pressing against my belly. “Get in me,” I croak.
He bellows a laugh. “I swear to God, woman, you’re a dream come to life.” He heads to the nightstand, fumbles inside, and pulls out a condom. I start tugging at his clothes, unbuttoning his shirt, dragging it down over his shoulders. It falls away, baring his chest, and I have to take a moment to admire him.
Fraser’s ripped. And not in the way I’m used to. The influencer guys I’ve been with were all washboard abs and zero percent body fat, carefully maintained by a personal trainer. Fraser is solid.His chest is broad and warm, dusted with curls of auburn hair. It’s clear his body comes from good food and manual labour,not carb-free protein shakes and a fluorescent-lit gym,and that idea is unbelievably hot to me.
What could he do with all this strength? Pick me up? Toss me around? I’m practically drooling.
“You’re doing wonders for my ego right now, love,” Fraser murmurs as I run my hands down his chest, curling my fingers in the warm mat of his chest hair.
“You’rebeautiful,” I breathe, and he lets out a surprised laugh.
“Well, thank you.” His laughter dies as I reach his belt buckle.
I look up at him. His eyes are all pupil, colour high in his face. “Can I?”
“I may die if you don’t,” he confesses.
I unwind the belt with shaky hands. He steps out of his jeans, and I stare in abject horniness at his thick thighs. They’re even better than I could have imagined. I want to climb on top of them. I want to ride them. I want to lay my head on them and fall asleep. Then he drags down his underwear, and everything in me stops.
He’shuge. His cock is long and thick, nestled in red curls. And he’s hard, his length flushed, his tip leaking. Without thinking, I reach for him.
Fraser clears his throat. “Jesus. Careful. I already had you wriggling up against me. Let me just—” He rips open the foil packet and rolls on the condom. I put my hands on his broad shoulders, trying to push him towards the bed, but he plants his feet.
“Nah,” he says. “Like this.”
Before I know what’s happening, his arms are around my waist, and he’s hefting me into the air. My legs wind automatically around his hips as he pins me up against the bedroom wall. I gasp, clinging to his thick biceps.
The position is perfect. I’m fully pinned against him, warm and covered all over. I wriggle as his hard-on presses against me.
