I graze the back of my hand along her inner thigh oh-so delicately.Within seconds, she's reaching for my cock.
But I seize her wrists, halting her action."Uh-uh-uh.We'll do this my way."
"Then do it.Whatever the hell 'it' is."
She's goading me, the wicked minx, and I love it.Though I would prefer to go slow, ahmno the sort who's known for his restraint.My insane stunts prove that.As I kiss and lick my way up her thigh, my stubble scrapes against her sensitive skin, and she gasps.Then I bury my mouth in the slick heat of her folds and suckle her clit like I mean to imprint my skin on her body.I've never behaved this way before.The taste of her, sweet and savory, does me in.
Gretchen cannae wait any longer either, that much is obvious.She detonates beneath me, her gasps turning into desperate noises she fists her hands in my hair.The lass arches her back so high that she might levitate off the bed.But dinnae stop lapping up every iota of her juices.Her cries are ragged and raw as she rides the waves of pleasure while they gradually fade away.
That was the appetizer.We aren't done yet.
My cock has never been this stiff before, and a bead of pre-cum lies poised on the tip.The flavor of her cream reminds me of single-malt Scotch whisky.My face is coated with her juices by the time I back off with my chin glistening and myslatso hard I think I could break stones with it.She's still gasping, and her pupils have blown.I swear the entire Highlands could fall into those eyes and I would gladly sink into the depths with her.
I straighten up, looming over her on all fours."My turn, lass.Ahm going to fuck ye like the devil himself."
And it's time to drill my cock into her sweet body.I toss her onto the bed and leap on the lass like a ravenous lion.
Once I've rolled the condom on, I spread her thighs with both hands, anchoring Gretchen to the bed.She launches her hips upward as if she's trying to impale herself on my cock before I'meven fully in position.I love her impatience, and how her slick heat calls to me more than any other woman's body ever has.
I drive into her with one hard, deep thrust.The lass cries out so loudly that the sound echoes off the walls.Her cream feels as hot as molten lava, and her inner walls pulsate around me.Her eyes go wide, her mouth forming an"O"of shock and delight as I begin pounding into her like a wild demon and snarling like one too.When I grasp her wrists, pinning them above her head, she arches her body off the mattress, thrashing her head in ecstasy.Her juices trickle down her thighs.The sheer force of my cock slamming into her repeatedly makes the bed thump, but I keep her trapped, thrusting deeper, rougher, with every stroke.
"You like that, eh?"I growl in her ear, nipping the lobe with my teeth."Ye want to be fucked senseless, dinnae ye, Gretchen?"
My statement makes her gasp and whimper, nodding frantically."Don't stop.Oh God, Kirk---harder, please---"
She shouldn't have said please.Those words, spoken in her desperate tone...they do me in.I snare both her wrists in one of my hands, pinning them with a strength I didn't know I needed to use on her.With my other hand, I tangle my fingers in her thick hair, yanking her head back so she has no choice but to look me in the eye."You take all of me, understand?Every fucking inch."
"Yes---God---yes---"She can barely speak, her voice husky in a way that pushes me over the edge.
I crush my lips to hers, taking her mouth as brutally as I pound her body.Her thighs shudder and tremble, then lock tight around my waist.She's greedy for the pleasure I mean to give her, andmhac na galla, I'm starving for her.With one final push, the deepest one yet, I let go and spill everything I've got inside her lush body.With three more thrusts, I'm completely spent.I roll off Gretchen and onto my back, tugging the lass half on top of me.Her legs remain sprawled over me even as she nuzzles my cheek.
Oh aye, this has been the best sexual experience of my life.But I cannae let her stay with me, not when we're both high on hormones.Besides, I am not the"staying the night"sort of bloke.How do I handle this dilemma?The only way I can.
I boot her out of my flat.
Chapter Five
Gretchen
The door of Kirk's flat slams shut behind me the moment I've walked out the door.That bastard.Who does he think he is?The hottest man on earth, sure.But it turns out he's also the biggest jackass in the world.Ohhh, I'd really love to march back into that flat and tell him exactly what I think of the rat fink.What would be the point?I let a stranger screw my brains out and, what?I expected him to cuddle with me afterward?
Gretchen, you damn idiot.
Shame like none I've ever experienced before rushes through me in a tidal wave as I hustle down the stairwell.My cheeks have turned lava hot.My legs feel weak and wobbly, and I grip the railing to keep from tripping over my own feet.Fortunately, I regain enough of my balance that I don't fall down.Wouldn't that just be the icing on my guilt cake?
Once my feet hit the pavement, the crisp Highland night slaps me in the face---God's own wake-up call, I suppose.I'd left my jacket in Kirk's flat, too distracted and disgusted by the aftershocks of screwing a total stranger.Never have I hated myself more than I do right now, here on a darkened street in the Highlands.As I stalk down the sidewalk, grumbling about that Scottish jackass, I glance around wildly as if I expect a bear to jump out and rip me to shreds.
Do they have bears in these parts?I almost wish they did.American idiot killed by Scottish bearwould at least make me big news.
Get a grip, woman.
My phone buzzes like an angry wasp in my trembling hand.It's from Heather, but I ignore it.I need oxygen, not a reminder that my best friend will want every excruciating detail of my worst mistake.I make it back to my hotel---the Loch Fairbairn Arms---and barely manage to fake a smile for the sweet older lady at the desk.Once I'm finally inside my room, I strip naked and take the longest, hottest shower ever.Okay, maybe that's an exaggeration.It probably wasn't the longest shower in history.
When I wake up in the morning, I feel so much better knowing I've washed that jackass out of my mind---and my body.Today, I plan on visiting some of the best sights in the Highlands and enjoying the hell out of them all.
First up, breakfast.
The Loch Fairbairn Arms treats breakfast as an art form, apparently.When I shuffle into the dining room, I'm wearing a dress that's trying way too hard to project both innocence and an "I lost sleep last night over a man who called me 'lass' and then tried to rip my soul out via my cervix" vibe.The spread on the buffet table stops me in my tracks.Bacon, sausage, eggs, creamy oatmeal, grilled tomatoes, and a mound of toast that's teetering so high it must be auditioning forBritain's Got Talent.
