Notorious in a Kilt

by Anna Durand

  With one hand, I gripped the base of his shaft and pumped slowly. His flesh was smooth except for those veins, and I closed my mouth around his head, buffering my teeth with my lips.

  He thrust a hand into my hair, his breaths labored.

  "Mmm," I moaned. "Gotta taste your cock, Iain. I want you to come in my mouth, and I can tell you want it too."

  "Aye, but—"

  He let out another choked sound as I took him into my mouth, sucking and licking while my other hand worked his cock from the base. He gently rocked his hips toward me every time I took him deeper. I kneaded his inner thigh, then glided my hand up to scrape my nails in the hairs on his lower belly.

  His hand in my hair tensed. His balls retracted, a sure sign he was close.

  Iain stumbled backward a step, pulling his dick out of my mouth.

  "What's wrong?" I asked, gazing up at him from my kneeling position.

  "Get up," he growled. "If ye make me come, I'll have to wait to fuck ye, and I cannae wait a second longer."

  I'd thought those exact words. He needed this as much as I did, and so I obeyed his command. I rose and shed my nightie, moving closer, our bodies inches apart. "Maybe next time you'll let me finish. I'd love to have your flavor in my mouth."

  "Christ, Rae, I had no idea you're so…dirty."

  "Not twenty-two anymore, remember?" I leaned in as close as possible without touching him. "You wanted me to talk dirty."

  "Aye, and I love it." He slung an arm around my waist, tugging me tighter into his body, and closed his other hand around my ass. "Still think I was overconfident to bring two boxes of condoms?"

  I grinned. "Not at all. You were right, I want to be fucked. I need it. I need you inside me, that thick, hard cock filling me up and making me so wet for you."

  "Yer wonderful, Rae."

  His mouth descended on mine, his lips warm and soft. The kiss began tenderly, our lips exploring each other, but swiftly the kiss heated up until our tongues were tangling and our hands were groping. I made soft grunts every time he plunged his tongue deep and plowed my fingers into his wet hair, twining my fingers in the locks, dragging him closer. Both his hands grasped my ass, lifting up to elevate the heels of my bare feet off the floor.

  A groan resonated in his chest.

  I swung a leg up to hook it around his hip.

  He hefted me higher, encouraging me to raise my other leg, and I latched my ankles behind his taut ass. His arms whisked up to my back, clasping me to him, just as my arms wrapped around his neck with my hands still buried in his lush hair.

  Iain rushed forward until my back slapped into the wall.

  And we never stopped kissing.

  Naked, mashed between his body and the wall, I threw my head back and rolled my hips into his rigid cock. Its length rubbed along my cleft. Breathing hard, I glanced down and almost came right then and there. His shaft was glistening with my juices, the tip red and peeking out between my folds. The sensation of his cock nestled against my sex pulsated through me like a warm-up orgasm.

  "Don't come yet," he hissed. "Not till ahm ready for ye to."

  Another pulse of pleasure unfurled inside me. "Don't say things like that if you don't want me to go off. Probably shouldn't tell you this, but your overconfidence gets me so hot."

  He growled. Like an animal. Like a beast about to consume me.

  Panting, I clung to him, so close to the edge I couldn't stand it. "Hurry up, I can't hold on—"

  Iain set me down, knelt in front of me, and lifted one of my knees to hook it over his shoulder. "Donnae worry, ahmno the sort to leave a lass hanging."

  His mouth kinked into the sexiest smirk I'd ever seen.

  Iain slanted forward until his mouth hovered a breath away from my clitoris. He stretched out his tongue and lapped at the rigid nub, his pace leisurely but his movements infused with a purpose and determination that jacked up my arousal to the point of pain. The instant he sealed his mouth around my clit, I came with a strangled whimper. My back flattened into the wall as my body went rigid, every muscle frozen except for the ones pulsating inside me. The feel of every spasm inside my empty womb made me crave him even more, despite the fantastic release he'd given me.

  He kept suckling me, licking me, until at last I fell limp against the wall, gasping for air, held up by my leg slung over his shoulder.

  "Sorry," I said. "Couldn't stop it."

  "Donnae be sorry." He eased my knee off his shoulder and rose, locking his arms around my waist. "I wanted ye to come under my mouth. And ahm…awestruck by yer passion."

  "Awestruck? Oh, come on. Don't feed me cheesy lines."

  "No cheese, and it's not a line." He scooped me up in his arms. "It's the truth."

  I linked my hands at his nape, feeling a bit awestruck myself. He meant everything he said. Iain would not lie to me.

  Did that mean I trusted him?

  He carried me down the hall to his bedroom, and I knew one thing for certain.

  I wouldn't have time to think about anything because this man was about to ravish me for hours and hours.

  Chapter Ten

  Iain

  As I lay her down on the bed, amid the covers she'd already pulled back, I marveled at this sudden turn of events. I'd hoped to have her soon, but she kept telling me it was a bad idea. If I'd known all I had to do was take a shower and leave the door open, I wouldn't done it two nights ago. This was better, though. She'd made the decision. I hadn't pushed her to want this. She wanted it because she wanted me.

  I knelt at the foot of the bed and sat back on my heels to admire the vision before me. Rae was more than beautiful, she was a goddess incarnate. Aye, she had scars on her belly, but her imperfections only made her more beautiful. They spoke to her life experience, her maturity, and the fact she'd raised a child on her own. I bent over her to run my fingers over the wide scar that slashed across her lower belly horizontally, then slid my hand up to the smaller scar near her ribs on the right side and down again to her flattened navel.

  "Gallbladder surgery," she said. "The bigger scar is from a C section."

  She spoke softly, hesitantly, and she'd locked her hands over her breasts. One side of her mouth had crimped when she bit down on the insides of her lips.

  On all fours, I crawled up her body until my face hovered above hers. "Donnae care about scars, love. You are perfect."

  She looked dubious.

  I cradled her face in one palm. "Why are you anxious? You weren't in the bathroom."

  "Don't know. Guess I finally a minute to think about what we're doing."

  "You want to stop?"

  She shook her head. "If you really don't mind the scars and my saggy breasts…"

  I chuckled. "Saggy breasts? You're off your head. These breasts—" I cupped one, enjoying the weight and softness of it. "They're perfect. Told ye before, I've been with women older than you. Unlike some erseholes, I appreciate how a woman's body matures."

  "But you saw me when I was young and nubile. Isn't this a disappointment?" She waved at her body.

  "No, sunshine, it's not." I brushed my lips over hers. "Did your past lovers insult your body?"

  "If they had, I would've kicked them out the door. That's not the issue."

  "What is? Why do you worry so much tonight?"

  She slipped her hands between our face to cover hers, made a pitiful noise, and let her hands fall to her sides. Her gaze locked onto mine. "Because it's you."

  Because it was me? Her statement sounded like more than lust, though far from a declaration of love. I could wait for that, but I did a wee bit of clarification. "I don't understand. Why am I different? Have I done something to make you feel self-conscious?"

  She shut her eyes briefly and groaned. "Must you always be so stubborn?"

  "Aye." I settled my body on top of hers, braced on my elbows, giving her no option but to look at me or shut her eyes again. "Tell me."

 
"You have never made me feel bad about myself. The opposite, actually." She tried to look peeved in spite of her hard little nipples poking into my chest and my hard cock pressed into her belly. With a short cough, she said, "None of the men I've slept with since you ever saw me before the scars. I didn't have to live up to their shiny, perfect memories of my body and that amazing night that probably wasn't as incredible as either of us remembers."

  "We'll find out soon enough." I glided a hand down her side to her hip. "You are even more luscious than I remembered, and a fair sight more naughty. I love your body, your passion, your maturity." I kissed her hard and quick, plundering her mouth for only a moment before pulling away. "I love you, Rae."

  "Please don't say that." She wriggled, pinched her face, and cleared her throat. "Are we going to fuck or have a heart to heart with you squishing me?"

  "Merde," I hissed, and pushed up to kneel astride her thighs. "Didnae think—Are ye hurt?"

  Her eyebrows lifted while her lips twitched like she was struggling not to smile. "I remember merde is French for shit, but that's not exactly the dirty talk I was hoping for. And no, you did not hurt me." She folded her arms over her breasts. "You haven't answered my question."

  Question? What had she asked me? Crouched here, drinking in the vision of Rae's glorious body spread out before me, I had trouble concentrating on anything she'd said since she announced I was "squishing" her.

  Ahhh, the question. It came back to me in a flash.

  I bent to capture one of her nipples between my teeth, lashing my tongue across it until she gasped. I released her nipple. "We're fucking."

  "Get on with it, then." She spread her thighs. "You led me to believe there'd be mind-blowing sex."

  "I never mislead a woman."

  The blatant invitation of her open thighs beckoned me, but I wouldn't rush the first time I'd made love to her in thirteen years. I lay down on my side, nestled against her body, my head beside hers. She huffed her irritation. I couldn't help chuckling. Her impatience was endearing, and I planned on taking advantage of it.

  "We can't do it like this," she said.

  "Hush, gràidh, we have all night."

  She started to complain, but I covered one breast with my hand, kneading it and flicking my thumb over the stiff, dusky peak. Her body was perfect, to me. The scars and the stretch marks spoke to her life experience. I'd loved her when she was twenty-two, but I could love this mature version of her so much more. Rae was my sunshine, the light that banished the darkness. I would worship her all night and pay tribute to the woman who made me forget the things I'd done.

  I ran my tongue over a stretch mark on her breast, then laved one on her belly, all the while teasing her breast. Her breaths grew heavier, and the scent of her desire tantalized me. Though I'd gorged on her intoxicating flavor only moments ago, I burned to do it again.

  Time to take advantage of her impatience.

  "Mon petit chouchou," I murmured against her belly, moving my mouth lower with each word, "yer sweet and warm and the most decadent dessert a man could devour."

  "Calling me your little cabbage isn't sexy, even if it is French."

  Her last word ended on a gasp when I sealed my mouth over her clitoris with my chin on her mound and my forehead between her thighs. She opened her legs wider, bending her knees, rocking her hips up each time I suckled her tight little bud. I stretched my arms out to loop them under her thighs and ease them up, her knees above my head.

  "This is an odd position," she said, "but I like—oh God."

  A moan transformed those two syllables into an expression of pure pleasure. She thrust her fingers into my hair, clenching it tight. Her breaths had shortened into pants, and she grew wetter every second. I moved my hands under hips to raise them slightly, just enough so I could lap up more of her cream. She gasped and moaned, her nails scraping my scalp. I nipped her clit, slaked my thirst for her with long, languorous strokes of my tongue along her folds, and suckled her bud until her whole body went rigid.

  I sat up.

  She tried to scowl at me, but she couldn't manage it while teetering on the edge of orgasm. Instead, she slapped my chest. "Why the hell did you stop?"

  "That was enough for me." I patted her thigh. "Good night, Rae."

  "What?" She gawped at me for a second or two, then her eyes narrowed and she clasped my cock in her hand. "You are so full of merde."

  "I'd almost forgotten you studied French."

  "You can fool me with German and Gaelic, but I'm wise to your francais." She stroked my cock, her hold firm and her skin soft. "Sex, Iain, now. Your dick. Inside me. Comprende?"

  I hissed in a breath when she ran her thumb over the tip of my cock. "Aye, understood. If you know any dirty French, use it now."

  "Sorry, they didn't teach us that at Nackington."

  Rae released me and lay back on the bed, arms above her head. The position lifted her breasts just enough to make my mouth water. She was taking advantage of my need now, tempting me into giving her exactly what she wanted. Despite her claims that sex was a bad idea, she had no shame when we got down to it.

  God, I loved this woman.

  Her gaze wandered to my erection. "Do I need to take you in hand again to get you motivated?"

  "No, I'm fair crazed with motivation." A quick glance at my naked cock jolted a realization through me. "Verdammt nochmal. I wasn't expecting this. Donnae have a condom."

  "Ver-what?"

  "It's German for dammit. Verdammt nochmal."

  I jumped off the bed.

  "Wait," she said, pushing up on her elbows. "Don't worry about it. I'm on the pill."

  She wasn't thinking clearly, thanks to the way I'd tortured her with a near orgasm.

  I shook my head. "I always use a condom. Always, even if the lass is taking birth control pills."

  Rae made an odd face, biting down on her lower lip. She had seemed about to speak but silenced herself.

  "Something wrong?" I asked.

  "No, nothing," she said a bit too quickly. "Go get your condom, but hurry the hell up."

  I ran upstairs, taking the steps three at a time, retrieved a box of condoms from my bag, and rushed headlong down the stairs again. I arrived in Rae's bedroom fair out of breath and tripped over the rug that encompassed the bed, biting out a mangled curse. I caught myself before I tumbled into the bed headfirst.

  "Jeez," she said, "I didn't mean you had to give yourself a heart attack. Sounded like a herd of elephants stampeding through the house."

  I held up the condom box. "Got it."

  "Uh-huh. Better take a minute to catch your breath and your equilibrium." She lay back again, her arms over her head, and raised one knee to grant me a full view of her pink, glistening flesh. "But don't take too long. You owe me an orgasm, MacTaggart."

  "So I do."

  I tore open the condom box, ripped a packet open, and covered myself as fast as possible without tearing the bloody condom. Tossing the box away, I knelt on the bed at her feet. She writhed like a feline soaking up the sun, catching her lip between her teeth and releasing it slowly. Bod an Donais, she was…everything. The sun, the air, the sky, the moon, the ground beneath my feet, the oxygen that filled my lungs. I would've spoken all those words to her, not giving a bloody damn if she thought I was a fool, except I couldn't speak. Couldn't think anymore when she arched her back, elevating her bonnie breasts.

  "Cannae do slow and tender," I said, "not when I've been wanting ye for so long."

  "Don't care how you do it." She writhed again in that feline way. "Fuck me, Iain."

  A string of curses in various languages spilled from my lips. I walked forward on my knees, lifted her legs, and knelt between them. She bent her knees so they hooked over my shoulders, as if she'd read my mind and knew what I intended to do with her. I slapped my palms on the bed at either side of her body. She clenched the pillow under her head, her lips parted, her pink tongue sliding along
the bottoms of her upper teeth. We'd both stopped breathing, the anticipation an electrical current in the air, crackling between us.

  I drove into her.

  Chapter Eleven

  Rae

  I gripped his arms, hanging on while he thrust into me again and again, each stroke powerful and all-consuming. His biceps bulged with his movements, and he grunted every time he plowed into me. My back arched with each thrust, my neck too, and my mouth fell open on whispering moans. He filled me up, stretched my body in ways that made me crave even more of him. I'd grown so wet we made sucking sounds as our bodies merged and separated. My moans turned sharp and short along with my panting breaths, my breasts bounced whenever he punched into me, and my nails dug into his arms, but it was the look on his face that made me wild with the need to come, to feel his cock inside me when I hit that peak and plummeted off the cliff.

  His face. God, he looked at me like he'd die if he couldn't stay inside me forever. Though sexual hunger tightened his features, giving him a pained expression, a different kind of need softened it. Something I didn't dare examine too closely. I tried not to, really I did. But then he spoke.

  "I love you, Rae," he said, his voice rough, his words punctuated with sharp exhalations and the slapping of our bodies. "Yer the only one fer me, the only one. I need ye, Christ, I need ye."

  "You're supposed to—oh God—talk dirty. Mm, uh, Iain, please." What was I doing? I never, ever talked during sex. Never. Tonight, I couldn't stop the words from pouring out of me between gasps and moans. "Don't stop, I—oh yes, God, yes."

  He shifted his hands to either side of my shoulders, forcing my knees closer to my face. With a feral growl, he accelerated the pace, pistoning into me so hard and with such ferocity the headboard knocked against the wall and the bedframe squeaked. I clenched his arms so tightly it must've hurt, but he seemed not to notice anything—except me. He nailed his gaze to mine, that oddly tender expression morphing into a look of near awe as my body tensed and I stopped breathing, frozen with my mouth open on a silent cry.