by Foxx, Nia K.
Brazenly she turned in his arms. “Whichever way you like,” she said softly, loving the feel of being in his arms again. His erection was back in full force and he made certain she knew it. Lips fell on hers in a heavy, possessive kiss that didn’t leave any doubt as to how he would dominate her body. Sierra found herself groaning into his mouth as he lifted her several inches off the ground, pushing her up against a nearby wall. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around his waist. The short dress hiked up past her thighs as Giric ground his covered cock into her bare mons. The friction was delicious and Sierra didn’t hesitate to participate by gyrating her hips as best she could.
Neither cared that she was soaking his costume with her female juices, each bent on pushing the bounds of pleasure. Giric shoved her dress up over her hips, giving him access to her firm backside which he grabbed with one hand, bracing the other against the wall behind her. His tongue plundered her mouth, swirling with her own in a dance as old as time itself.
Sierra cried out when he sought the hollow of her neck again and their grinding pushed her close to an early climax. Her body coiled in response, pussy throbbing, contracting even more as her orgasm pushed ever closer. She tried to hold on, wanted to prolong the feeling, but the tension in her demanded release. She came in a series of contractions meant to suck him dry if he’d been inside of her. Almost of its own volition her body sagged against the wall.
“Remove the dress,” Giric demanded as he let her slide gently to her feet.
She didn’t hesitate, complying with his request, pulling the cotton garment over her head in one fluid motion.
“By the gods, woman.” He stepped back to get a full view of her.
Encouraged by his response she reached to unfasten her bra from behind, letting her remaining garment fall to the floor.
“I don’t think it’s fair that I’m the only one naked in this room,” she found herself saying, just as eager to get a full look at his naked form.
Giric’s answer was to remove the wide belt at his waist, letting it drop to the floor with a thud. He held her gaze as, piece by piece, he revealed himself. When he was finally done Sierra could only stare at him in silent appreciation. To describe him as perfect would have been the understatement of the year. Although she noted several remnants of scars across his chest, it only served to enhance his dangerous Highland appeal. Her eyes drifted over a muscled chest, down defined abs that could easily be counted, down further to what had to be the pride of Scotland. Sierra’s heart pounded loudly in her chest and her body began to warm again just from the sight of him.
Without preamble Giric had her in his arms once more. Eager limbs wrapped around his body while he carried her and she welcomed the gentle prodding of his cock at the entrance of her damp sheath. He ate up the small distance to the bed in seconds, depositing her in its center. Sierra couldn’t believe how much she wanted this man, a stranger. Yet she would give anything to have him inside of her at that moment.
“What about protection?”
He didn’t miss a beat. “Ye will never have to worry about your safety with me, lass.”
Was that supposed to be ancient Highlander for ‘I have condoms’?
“It’s just that I didn’t see anything.”
“’Tis not the time for talking, lass. Ye needn’t worry about your safety. ’Tis me
job to protect ye.”
A professional, that’s what Vicki said. Giric could probably don a condom before she could blink. He spread her legs wide, his eyes drinking their fill of her exposed sex. She nearly cried out in protest when he kneeled on the ground instead of joining her on the bed.
“Not yet,” he said as if reading her mind, using her ankles to draw her closer. Sierra thought she would die a slow death when he began massaging the folds protecting her clit.
“You’re so wet for me.” He spread her nether lips, using one finger to begin a slow twirling on the dark pink nub.
“Oh!” She arched against him. It wasn’t long before his head dipped between her thighs, his tongue darting out to apply firm pressure where his finger had just been. Her fingers twined in his hair while he ravaged her clit mercilessly. His tongue swirled and delved, lips sucked until she was one giant nerve ending. One finger slipped inside of her now dripping core and she arched off the bed.
“More,” she begged, feeling the beginnings of the tension building inside her again. Giric gave her one last long stroke of his tongue before joining her on the bed. Sierra lay weakly while he readjusted her, trying her hardest not to beg him. If he didn’t end the torment soon she was certain she’d just take what she wanted, no, needed.
Giric wedged between her thighs, spreading her wide before bending over her body to give her breasts equal attention from his expert mouth. He alternated between breasts, plucking one dark, turgid nipple with his teeth then the next until she was writhing underneath him, her body near spasms.
“Please, I’ll do anything,” she implored in complete submission.
“Mayhap later.” He dropped down to give her a long slow kiss. She could smell the musky scent of herself on him which only heightened her aroused state. His hands slipped under her hips before he sank into her with one long slow thrust. He had the largest cock she’d ever had the pleasure of experiencing and it filled her to capacity, stretching her walls beyond belief. He ended the kiss when he finally settled completely inside of her.
“You’re so tight, lass, perfect for me. I willna ever get enough of you.” She didn’t have a chance to try and decipher his words or meaning, because at that moment he withdrew then drove in again. Each withdrawal and thrust pushed her until all she could do was feel. He started a steady rhythm which Sierra quickly picked up on. Her body had already reached critical mass and her impending orgasm burst forth. She tightened, clenched, and contracted until finally she exploded. Her suctioning pussy beckoned him to join her. His slow pounding gave way to more hurried strokes. Her core continued to spasm around his thick penis as the final waves of her orgasm washed over her.
She stared up into the heated intensity of his gaze, her body continuing to take every wonderful inch of him inside her. When his orgasm hit, he thrust into her one last time, exploding so deeply within her she was certain that she could feel his seed filling her womb. Not once did he take his eyes off her.
“After all this time I cannot believe the Fates have given you to me,” Giric mumbled as he tucked her into his arms.
Wow!
So that was what great sex felt like, she thought as she settled into his embrace. Man had she been gypped all those years. Fingers rubbed through the fuzz covering his chest as she enjoyed the sound of his steadying heartbeat. Obviously he hadn’t bought into the whole manscaping phenomena. Sierra smiled enjoying the feel of the soft fuzz. She would be content to lie there all night.
“Lass, I must warn ye against stroking me, lest I believe ye are ready for more.” Her smile grew at the possibility. His stomach growled loudly, penetrating the brief silence. Sierra laughed out loud. “I think the only thing your body might be craving is some food.”
She gasped when she found herself on her back with Giric nestled between her thighs again. “Ye question my prowess?”
The expression on his face made her want to laugh more but the reawakening cock between her legs was no joking matter.
“I just thought you might be hungry…” She moaned aloud as he pushed his semi-erect cock into her.
“You will find all of my appetites are gluttonous.”
She could feel him growing inside of her slick walls, her channel stretching to accommodate every inch.
He bent over her, securing strong arms behind her back and raising their bodies until she straddled his waist. The movement had him lodged so deep within her it took her breath away.
“Hold on,” he instructed, hands going to her round ass so that he could easily pump into her. Sierra buried her head in his neck, biting her lower lip to keep from screaming her pl
easure in his ear.
Never before had she experienced so much bliss. Under his tutelage, she rode with him to a climax that left her limp.
“Have ye fallen asleep, lass?” he asked after several moments. Her cheek rested on his shoulder as her breathing finally calmed.
“No,” she mumbled into his shoulder, although she made no attempt to open her closed eyelids.
“I believe I need to find a way to revive you.”
“You’re killing me,” she moaned, trying to put up a proper protest.
Giric couldn’t hold back the smile at his woman’s reaction. Although he could have easily taken her again he realized she wasn’t used to such rigorous activities, and the centuries of inactivity left his appetite bottomless. When he’d entered her the first time her tightness had nearly undone him, making him feel like an untried youth having his first tumble with a woman. He’d been with many women, which was one of his reasons for incarceration in The Void, but none had made him come alive the way Sierra did.
Is this a part of the sorceress’s doing? he wondered.
When he’d stepped out of the main hall of her tiny keep and had seen her for the first time, he was in awe of her beauty. Although she’d been seated he knew she was tall by her long dark legs crossed in front of her. She was slender in build with breasts ample enough to please the most avid connoisseur. His gaze lingered on her full lips and he knew he had to taste them, regardless of the other three women there. At first sight, she seemed to regard him with a mixture of fear, curiosity and appreciation before her expression turned to outrage.
Before entering The Void he’d only heard tales of the dark skinned peoples. He’d never imagined his consort would be of that race. Until Divinity allowed him to glimpse her for the first time it never crossed his mind she would be anything other than a Scottish lass, even if she were a Lowlander. He couldn’t say he was disappointed, not in the least. In fact, he looked forward to their future together. Another surprise for Giric was how easily she’d accepted him, that was, after her initial shock. From all he’d heard about modern women he’d expected more resistance. He had even been prepared to have to bend her to his will. Gladly it was unneeded.
As she acquainted him with the new inventions of the time, he’d made a mental list of things that needed to be done, the first of which would be securing them a larger keep. In his time he’d amassed wealth of his own to add to an already substantial inheritance, but when the witch had taken him he’d only had a few coins in his carrying pouch which were probably worthless now. He wondered if all people of this time lived in such close places with small antechambers. He would have to remember to ask her what manner of work men did to earn coin in this age. From the brief look at the picture box it didn’t look like there was much use for warriors in this period. The few men he saw looked closer to girls on the brink of womanhood.
He carried her tired body to the bathing room, eager to try the modern invention called ‘the shower’. Sierra had demonstrated earlier how the thing worked, instructing him on how to attain the perfect balance of cold and hot. In his time a bath, let alone a heated one, was a luxury, but she’d informed him it was something people in this modern era did daily. When he stepped underneath the warm spray Giric was certain he was experiencing his own slice of heaven. No wonder people indulged themselves daily, he thought, enjoying the steady stream.
After Sierra groggily explained the functions of a LooFa and body wash he took his time giving her a slow bath which had him fighting for control over his growing arousal. He took the opportunity to explore every part of her body, paying particular attention to her round ass, which he’d only had the pleasure of touching earlier. When he was done he first dried Sierra then himself with the towels she indicated. Such luxuries, he thought, wiping them off with the downy softness.
“Rest here while I find us something to eat, lass,” he said, laying her down on the bed, still mussed from their earlier escapades.
“No, I’m fine,” she protested, pushing herself to her feet. An appreciative groan slipped out as he watched her walk naked to her closet. He secured the large towel around his waist, conscious of the tenting in the front of the cloth. His erection swelled further at the sight of her slipping into a ruby-colored robe. Before he knew what he was doing, Giric closed the small space between them. Taking her in his arms he gave her a kiss that, when he pulled away, left her staring up at him with glazed eyes.
“Now let us eat before I have you again,” he said in a thick voice.
* * *
Sierra stared after the tall man who, not thirty minutes earlier, had her writhing in the most intense ecstasy she’d ever experienced. Her head still swam from his touch. The kiss he’d just given her was enough to knock her socks off, if she’d been wearing any. She took a calming breath before following behind him to the kitchen. There she saw Giric staring into her refrigerator looking as baffled as if he were looking into the inner workings of the Hubble telescope.
“See anything in there you’d like?”
“I’m not sure,” he mumbled, closing the door and diverting all his attention back to her in a way that made her feel like she was on the menu.
“Why don’t you let me take care of this?”
She filled two plates with leftover Chinese food and poured them both a glass of wine. She was aware Giric silently watched her while he leaned against the stove, taking up much needed space in the narrow kitchen.
“Would you mind taking these to the living room?” She handed him the two plates, not leaving him much option. In reality, she needed some space from his very dominant presence to regain some of the composure she’d lost since his sudden arrival in her life. To buy herself some time she sliced two pieces of Mile High chocolate cake she’d picked up that afternoon on a whim. At the time, she thought it would be her one physical indulgence of the weekend. Boy, had she been wrong.
Sierra entered the room to find Giric sitting cross-legged on her floor, eyeing the assortment of Chinese food oddly. His towel gaped over one thick fur-covered thigh but managed to stay closed.
“So is Giric your real name or just your… um… stage one?” she began after several moments of watching him sample the food on his plate with tentative bites. He ignored the utensils altogether, instead choosing to use his large fingers. Watching the man eat was a lesson in erotica. He sucked his fingers, making deep contented sounds as if he were tasting the various flavors for the first time. His sounds of enjoyment made her mouth moisten, among other regions.
“Stage name? I’m no’ sure what you mean, lass, but Giric is the name given me by me ma and da at birth.”
Of course, he would need to keep with the Highlander routine. She hated to admit how much it disappointed her to know that come morning he would be gone and she wouldn’t even have basic information on the man.
“I know it may seem a little late to broach the subject but I noticed you didn’t use protection. I can only hope your… um… employer has you tested regularly.”
His brows furrowed. “My employer?”
Maybe that wasn’t the right term, but she couldn’t bring herself to use the word pimp. “Yeah, you know, the person who sent you here.”
“Aye, Divinity.”
Divinity, huh? Sounded a lot like a stripper name. “Yes. I’m sure she has you tested for everything regularly.”
Giric snorted. “I have been tested more than I care to remember, but ’twas necessary in order to be with you.”
It was a relief to know he worked for a thorough organization, although part of her wondered if she should ask for his paperwork but then she remembered Casey and Vicki would have been meticulous about his health.
After her failed attempt at making conversation, Sierra contented herself with finishing her food in silence and replenishing Giric’s plate when he made short work of devouring his first one. By refill number three, Sierra had to become creative, going with the leftover chili she’d made the night before,
and several slices of cheese and crackers.
“I thank ye, lass, for taking such good care of my appetites,” he said after polishing off the large bowl with enthusiasm. “All of them.”
“No problem.” She attempted a small smile before picking up their mess and making for the solitude of the kitchen. As if on automatic pilot she rinsed and loaded dishes in the dishwasher. Feeling suddenly bereft Sierra rested her head on a wall. She needed to get a grip on reality. Giric was nothing more than a hired cock who would be out of her life soon. She couldn’t take it personally if he didn’t want to open up to her. Hell, in his business, and with his skills, he probably had women ready to stalk him at the first chance.