Kilt Me (A Real Man, 12) Page 3

  “Tell me what you want.”

  “God, yes.” She looked at me with wide eyes. “I need more. I want more.”

  I growled in approval. Oh, I’d give her more than she could ever handle.

  I continued to take both of her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and tweak them, pulling them out slightly so the pain I kne’ she felt was right there at the surface. But that was my stopping point, the tightness in my rope with which I kept my control in check.

  I couldn’t handle it anymore, and so I dipped low and sucked a taut peak intae my mouth, sucking, licking, loving it all. The head of my cock throbbed, and I felt pre-cum dot the tip. I could have sucked on her all day long, but I needed inside of her.

  I let go of her nipple with an audible pop, grabbed my cock, and stroked myself for a few seconds. Fook, my dick was so hard it ached, and my balls were drawn up tight. “I hope you’re ready, because I canna stop once I’ve started.”

  I saw the way her throat worked as she swallowed. Molly was breathing heavily, and her breasts shook because of it.

  “Are you ready?” I asked again. She nodded for me. I stared down at the pink, soft, wet flesh of her pussy. I started stroking myself again from root to tip. Because I was a dirty bastard, I ran my cockhead along her slit, smearing pre-cum on her folds, making her slick with it.

  I could have come just from the sight of her, could have covered her with my seed, made her pussy sticky and white without even being inside of her.

  “Ask me for it. Tell me you want my dick in your pussy.”

  She looked down at where my dick was, pressed right to her pussy hole.

  And then she reached down, pulled her labia apart, and let me see the inner pink of her most intimate part.

  “Be with me already. Take my virginity.”

  7

  Molly

  He was long and thick, the crown of his dick slightly wider than the shaft. I saw a clear dot of fluid at the tip, pre-cum slipping down, a testament of his need for me.

  I might have been a virgin, and this might have been the most wild, reckless thing I had ever done, but God, I wanted this.

  “I’m dying here.” I didn’t care if I was begging, pleading with this man for more. Ever since I saw him that first day in class, I knew I wanted him. I might be inexperienced when it came to sex, but I wasn’t naive.

  “You’re so fooking pink and wet.” He reached out and gently circled my throat, his hold soft, yet promising that he had the control. God, that turned me on.

  After a second he let go of me, rubbed his cockhead up and down my slit, and caused chills to race up my spine.

  I heard someone coming. My heart stopped, and I glanced at the closed door, expecting someone to burst in and catch us. But when the sound started to drift down the hallway, I breathed out heavily. I didn’t want anyone getting in trouble, didn’t want some scandal to arise because I wanted Alastair more than anything else.

  I glanced at him again, seeing as he was unaffected by almost being caught. I stared at his bicep, the muscles flexing as he jerked off, his tattoos seeming to move from the motion, as if they were alive.

  “Lass, I want tae be gentle, kno’ I need tae be, but fooking hell, I donna think I can.”

  The air left me harshly, as if I couldn’t breathe, as if the life was being sucked right out of me. I felt myself grow wetter, knew that although slow and sweet would be better given this was my first time, I didn’t want Alastair because he seemed gentle.

  Maybe I should feel embarrassed at being on display like this, but the way he watched me only made me feel dazed and hazy. And when I thought he’d thrust into me, just take my cherry for his own, instead he placed his hands on my inner thighs.

  He pushed my legs open until my muscles screamed in protest, but I got even more aroused.

  “As much as I want tae fook you, I need tae taste you first.”

  I shifted on the desk, my palms sweaty, my body inflamed.

  “I’m going tae lick your little pussy, lap up your cream, swallow it. I’m no’ going tae stop until you scream my name.”

  And then he had his mouth right on my pussy, licking me from entrance to clit, making me cry out and then bite my lip until I tasted blood.

  Alastair had his hands framing my pussy. He used his thumbs to pull my labia apart, spreading me wider for him. He flattened his tongue and ran it up my center again. He sucked on my clit, drawing that nub into his mouth, making me squirm, making me want to scream out and let go.

  “Yes,” I moaned, unable to stop myself.

  I felt this tightening in my back, felt it move to my hands and feet, inflame me, consume me.

  “Come for me, Molly. Let me taste your release.”

  And then it was like something broke inside of me. I couldn’t help it and didn’t want to stop it. The pleasure coursed through me, stealing every part of my sanity. I felt the vibrations of his grunts on my soaked, sensitive flesh, heard his verbal pleasure filling my ears.

  This euphoric sensation moved through me. Maybe I should have been quieter, remembered anyone could hear us, but I just couldn’t help myself.

  “God, so good, Molly.”

  He didn’t stop until the pleasure receded and the sensitivity became too much. I started pushing at him gently, needing a moment of reprieve.

  But it seemed Alastair was just getting started, because the look he gave me had every part of me lighting up.

  This heat filled me, and I pushed myself up, speared my hands in his hair, and claimed his mouth this time. I tasted myself on his tongue and lips, this sweet but musky flavor that had me turned on all over again.

  He thrust his tongue between my lips. I couldn’t help but make this small noise in the back of my throat. He groaned, speared his hand in my hair, and pulled on the strands forcefully. I felt the hot, hard length of him between my thighs as he continued to kiss me.

  His flavor was masculine, potent. He swirled his tongue around the inside of my mouth. Without breaking the kiss, he reached between us and placed the tip of his erection at the entrance of my body. Everything inside of me stilled, tensed.

  “Are you ready?”

  I nodded.

  “Good, because once I’m in you, claiming you, there’s no’ going back.” He stared into my eyes and then, in one swift thrust, was buried inside of me. He tunneled through my hymen, making it his.

  He groaned, closed his eyes, and I saw how taut his body became. I gasped at the pain, at the sensitivity. He was huge, his balls pressing against my ass, his warm breath skating along my lips.

  I felt full, so stretched it stole everything from me in the best of ways.

  “Are you okay?” He smoothed his thumb along my cheek.

  I nodded.

  After a few moments he started moving.

  Alastair thrust in and out slowly at first, letting me get accustomed to his size, his girth. He breathed hard, heavily, his strength and self-control clearly on display. Perspiration covered his face, and I watched as little droplets started making their way down his chest as well.

  He leaned back slightly and looked down at where our bodies met.

  “You’re stretched so far around my dick, just taking me all, and loving every fooking minute of it, aren’t you?”

  I could only nod.

  His massive chest rose and fell as he breathed, beads dotting his skin.

  “You’re so damn pink, so wet for me.” He groaned out the last word and buried himself to the hilt in me. For a moment he did nothing but stay still, breathing heavily.

  My inner muscles were clenching rhythmically around his girth, the sensation pleasurable but also uncomfortable.

  He looked at me and then started pulling out slowly, almost painfully. When the tip was lodged in the opening of my body, I rose up slightly and looked down. Watching him fuck me seemed almost obscene, but I didn’t want to stop.

  He was so huge inside of me, my skin stretched wide around his girth. But I was
wet, so damn wet my inner thighs were sticky from my arousal. Alastair started moving in and out of me harder, faster. I heard him breathing heavily, his hands on my waist, his fingers digging into my flesh.

  I couldn’t brace my weight up anymore. I rested back on the desk, felt the wood heat from my body, and moaned. The sound of our wet skin slapping together was so filthily good. I was going to come; I could feel it claiming me.

  But before I could let go, Alastair was pulling out of me.

  “What—” The words stalled in my throat as he lifted me easily, set me on the ground, and turned me around.

  He palmed my ass, gripped the mounds and squeezed them in his big hands until the pain mixed with pleasure. This man would be the death of me. I looked over my shoulder at the same time he smacked my ass, the flesh jiggling, the sound of skin on skin loud. I looked at his dick, all long and hard, covered in not only my glistening arousal but also a few streaks of my virgin blood.

  And then he was sliding back into me, not making me wait to feel that stretch. He stilled once inside, my breath gone, my pulse racing.

  “You deserve slow, so fooking slow, lass,” Alastair gritted out, still not moving.

  I couldn’t even speak.

  And then he was pulling out and pushing back in, gentle and easy.

  “More,” I begged. And as if he couldn’t deny me, he started picking up speed until the sound of our skin slapping together filled my ears.

  “So. Damn. Good.” He growled the words out. He had such a tight, painful hold on me. I loved it. “You feel how hard I am for you?”

  God, yes I could.

  “Watch as I fook you, as I make you mine.”

  I looked down the length of my body and could see his balls swinging as he fucked me. That alone had me going over the edge with pleasure.

  “Give it tae me. I need it all, Molly.” It was like he was speaking to himself, groaning and grunting the words in that Scottish brogue of his.

  And then he was holding my hips so tightly the pain and pleasure had me gasping. Over and over he thrust in and out of me, burying himself deep inside of my body, claiming me, owning me.

  He murmured harsh and guttural words, ones that had these tingles racing up my body. The discomfort of giving my virginity to him, of feeling him stretch me, shove all those thick, hard inches into me, had me crying out.

  And then he grunted, shoved into me once more, and said, “You’re mine.”

  I didn’t care that he was my professor, didn’t care if we weren’t supposed to be doing these dirty, taboo things. I wanted his cock deep in me, wanted him wanting me, filling me up, and making me scream out for more.

  His whole body was tight, tense. He filled me with his cum, bathing me in it until all I could feel was Alastair.

  And that’s all I wanted to feel.

  8

  Molly

  One week later

  Pretending that things between Alastair and me were nothing more than a student/teacher relationship at the university was my idea. No one needed to get in trouble because we had feelings for each other, because we couldn’t even wait to get to a bedroom to have sex.

  My face heated at that thought, thinking about how Alastair had pushed me back on the desk and taken my virginity.

  That had only been a week ago, and I wanted more, so much more. We’d seen each other every day, gotten to know each other, and although I wanted to tell him as much, I was nervous.

  The door opened, and he entered the class, his aura powerful, strong, commanding. He was a dominant man in general, and everyone knew it. I could see the guys shifting on their seats, heard them clear their throats. I saw the girls exhaling roughly, their focus trained right on Alastair.

  I wanted to tell them he was mine.

  For the next hour I couldn’t concentrate, but Alastair seemed the total opposite. He was professional, thorough, and even though I saw him looking at me, this heat behind his eyes, he never faltered. He stayed the professor, teaching, being clinical.

  After class I was slow in gathering my things. I was the last to start to leave.

  “Miss Crane, can you stay after for a moment?” Alastair’s voice was deep and heavy, making me tingle all over. Although this was him trying to keep things professional, I knew the heat that lay beneath. Hell, even looking at his desk made me wet and needy.

  I started making my way toward him.

  “Close the door, please.”

  An even harder shiver worked its way up my spine. Just hearing him tell me what to do, his voice erotic, his brogue thick, had me soaked instantly. Then I was right in front of him, my arousal like a living entity for me.

  He rose, walked around the desk, and before I knew what was happening, he had me in an embrace. I melted into him, parting my lips and letting him plunge his tongue into my mouth.

  When he moved back, I took a deep breath, not wanting this moment to end.

  “Let me take you out, lass. Let me show you off and let everyone kno’ you’re mine.”

  I felt my heart beating, hard, frantic, wild. I wanted him to do more than that, but showing me off, others knowing I was his, even if this relationship was “taboo,” made tingles race through me.

  “I’d like that.”

  I felt the air leave my lungs and knew that, no matter what, this man was making me fall harder than I ever thought possible.

  And I’m looking forward to having Alastair catch me before I hit the ground.

  Molly

  Later that night

  Alastair pulled the car to a stop in front of my driveway. The inside of the car was hot, the scent of him filling my head, making me feel drunk. Dinner had been intimate, sweet even. We hadn’t seen anyone we knew from school, but strangely we hadn’t cared about that anyway.

  “I had a great time.” I didn’t really want the night to end, but also didn’t want this relationship to be about sex. Although the sex was amazing, getting to know Alastair was just as important.

  “Good, because I want tae make you happy.” He leaned in a little closer, and I smelled the masculine scent of his cologne. It consumed me, made me even more intoxicated.

  He looked at me like he was … hungry for me, starved for everything that made me up. Suddenly I felt light-headed and out of breath.

  As the seconds moved by and we held each other’s gazes, I felt the air shift around us. It got hotter, thicker.

  “I should probably get inside.” God, my voice was so tight, my arousal coursing inside of me.

  He shifted on his seat, and I wanted to look down and see if he was aroused. Hell, I knew he was, but I wanted to see for myself.

  “Fook, you’re so damn pretty, lass.”

  I looked into his eyes. He made my skin tighten and my inner muscles clench in need. I was so wet for him.

  “Thank you,” I whispered.

  He moved a little closer to me.

  “Getting you inside is more important than doing what I really want.” His voice was thick. “But it’s really fooking hard tae stop myself.”

  He leaned in another inch, and I found myself doing the same. For a second we breathed the same air. His body was so big, so muscular, that he seemed to block out everything behind him. And his kilt, God, his kilt turned me on.

  And then I heard a dog barking in the distance and that seemed to have reality slamming into me.

  Alastair

  Fook, I wanted her, wanted tae take her right now. But as much as I needed tae make the night last, I kne’ being overbearing wouldn’t bode well for anyone.

  This part of me—this strong, powerful side—wanted tae turn the car back on, pull out of the driveway, and take her back tae my place. She needed tae be there, needed tae be in my bed, under me, knowing she was mine.

  I dinna want tae let her leave, dinna want tae let her walk away even if I kne’ I’d see her again. Truth be told I wanted tae put her over my shoulder, carry her tae my place, and make her mine all night long.

  And
then a dog barked and broke up the moment we had. I smiled, chuckling to myself at the timing.

  I got out of the car, and before I could make my way tae her side and open the door, she was out already. I smirked. My woman was definitely independent, and as much as I loved that, I wanted tae take care of her in all ways.

  I walked her tae the front entrance, the light outside flickering, the life almost out of it. No, I dinna like her being here.

  “Thank you for tonight. It was really great—”

  I had her in my arms before she finished her sentence. I pressed her up against the side of the apartment building, no’ caring if anyone saw. The sound she made was sweet, a gasp of pleasure and surprise.

  “I should get inside,” she said softly, no heat in her words. “Because anyone could see us.” She sounded more pleasure-filled now.

  I pressed my lower half tae hers, letting her feel how much I wanted her. “Do you care if anyone sees?” I cupped her cheek, then slid my hand down tae her throat. I had a loose hold on her. “You feel how much I want you, lass?” I could see her pulse beating rapidly.

  She made a soft sound, and I growled low. “I want you really fucking badly, Molly.”

  She moaned the word “yes,” then smoothed her hands over my shoulders. I heard the sound of someone gasping behind me, and looked over my shoulder tae see an older couple walking up.

  The older woman scoffed, and they walked intae the building.

  “You’re so bad,” she said on a light laugh.

  I stepped back. “Yeah, but I still want you.” I grinned. “I guess we’ve had enough excitement for one night.” I pulled her in for a kiss, no’ pulling away until she was breathless and clutching tae me.

  “God, Alastair.”

  I smoothed my finger over her bottom lip, wanting her right then and there, but knowing pushing her and acting like a fooking caveman wouldn’t have her seeing that I was the man she was meant tae be with.

  I’d show her for the rest of my life that this right here, her and me, was meant tae be.