Sleepless Night: A Highlander Time Travel

by Vanessa Vale

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Lexy

  "You want me to… what?" I was so close to coming. The dildo wasn't the same as Ian's cock—the way it felt when I'd been sitting on his lap assured me it was much larger. I was still getting off on it though and the man, the jerk, stopped me. He wanted me to put the dildo in my ass? Had I actually been using it as… practice?

  How did I know if I had or not? If Ian intended to take me there with his huge club of a cock tonight, I really hoped I'd been preparing. The idea of anal sex had always been appealing, and I totally wanted to do it with Ian, but tonight?

  Ian turned and left me lying on the table, legs spread, dildo in hand. My arousal made it slick and shiny in the soft light of the room. He returned quickly and opened up a small glass jar he'd retrieved.

  "I've been waiting three weeks for this, lass."

  "You put that in here earlier?" I asked.

  "Aye." He dipped his fingers in, then took the dildo from my loose hold and I watched as he coated the length of it thoroughly.

  "There."

  I flicked my gaze from the coated phallus to Ian's face and back. He was earnest about his intentions and not making light of it in any way. I'd mentioned anal once to a guy and he'd been all into it. When he called me a dirty slut as he was reaching for a condom, I kicked him out of my bed.

  "Is this what you meant by being naughty?" I asked. Did he think I was a dirty slut, too? Surely Glynnis had, although I had to assume she didn't know the object had been given to me expressly for my ass instead of my pussy.

  He must have seen the vulnerability I felt on my face because he placed his hand on the table beside my head and leaned down over me. With his free hand, he stroked my sweaty brow. "You're a naughty lass because you've bewitched me. I fell under your spell years ago and I havena been able to escape. I waited for you, Alexandra, and now you're mine. While this may be a verra naughty act we're going to do tonight, we'll do it together. It will make us one. I doubt anyone out there—" He canted his head toward the door. "—will think I'm naughty. Lucky, perhaps, but definitely bewitched."

  I felt his words in my heart, down deep in my soul.

  "You were playing with that rod for me. I asked you to use it, to ready yourself for me. I'd say you're a verra good girl."

  I smiled brilliantly then, and gave him a slight nod.

  Pushing off the table, he stood before me again. "Now, show me how you worked that rod past that tight entrance. It is smaller than my cock, so use this first and then you'll get my cock later."

  Moving the dildo between my legs, I pressed it against my back entrance. My eyes widened at the slick feel of it. It was hard and unforgiving and I had to hope that I actually had been using it. I wanted to please Ian, even in this.

  Taking hold of my knees, he gently pushed them back, lifting my hips off the table. He was allowing me easier access, but it certainly didn't allow me to hide my actions.

  I couldn't hide anything from Ian. I knew that. Not only was my body spread open and exposed for him, but my heart as well.

  Carefully, I pushed the dildo against my entrance, moving it around and trying to get it to push in. My body was fighting it, but I instinctively knew what to do. Taking a deep breath, I relaxed and pushed outward and somehow that made the tip of it go in. It made no sense, but it worked. It was uncomfortable, the stretching, but it didn't hurt. I lifted my eyes and watched Ian watching the dildo breach me. He was enthralled and aroused.

  The idea of having the man Duncan marry me when it seemed Ian had wanted to do so must have been horrible for him. The guy obviously had taken my virginity, he'd taken something that would have been precious to Ian. For him, knowing that my ass had not been touched by Duncan was something he could claim, changed the idea of this kind of sexual play. This wasn't play, it was a connection.

  I slid it in further, but when Ian's jaw clenched tight and his fingers gripped my knees, I stopped.

  He took hold of my wrist and pulled back, slipping the dildo from my body.

  "Enough. A man is only so strong."

  Ian dropped to his knees at the foot of the table, grabbed hold of my hips and pulled me roughly to the edge. I was exposed and open, so close to his face I felt his warm breath on my inner thigh. My legs fell over his shoulders, down his back. His large hands grabbed my ass and held me tightly to his mouth while he lapped the full length of my slick folds. I tried to arch up off the table but he held me firmly in place. There was nothing for me to do but tangle my fingers in his silky hair and enjoy the torturous pleasure. His tongue swirled across my clit, his mouth sucked on it.

  "Ian! Please."

  "Please what?" he asked from between my thighs. His voice was husky and dark with his own desire. "Please lick your quim and taste you?"

  Oh yes, I wanted him to lick and taste me. Just watching him lick my juices from his fingers had been hot, but his dark head at the juncture of my legs? I groaned again.

  God, the man was skilled. He might be from a time when the word technology didn't exist, when electricity and cars were unheard of, but when it came to making love to a woman, he knew all the right buttons to push. Or lick. Suck. Fuck.

  "Yes!" I'd had a guy or two go down on me, but I'd never gotten into it completely, never to the point where I lost control of my body. How my clit, something so small, so far south, made my scalp tingle? My toes curl?

  My orgasm was building. Fast. It was like climbing a hill, steep and long, working, straining, sweating to get to the top. Then at the pinnacle, stars shined bright, the sun blinded, vertigo overwhelmed. All that was left to do was savor the ride back down.

  But, no. The peak was out of my grasp because… damn him… Ian pulled away.

  "No!" I called out, ready to cry. "Suck it. Lick my clit!"

  Ian stood and leered, wiped my cream from his mouth with the back of his hand. It wasn't quite a smile. He looked thrilled to have me in such a state, the bastard. "Nay. I want ye to milk my cock when ye reach yer pleasure."

  My lower legs hung down off the edge of the table, Ian's body positioned between them. I pushed up and grabbed hold of the front of his shirt, tugging at the fabric, pulling it free from the belt, the kilt. Inch by inch Ian's flat stomach was revealed before he lifted the garment up and over his head, dropping it to the floor. Dark, springy hair covered his abs, heat emanated from his skin, burning my palms. He didn't have a six pack. It had to be at least an eight pack, maybe twelve.

  Wow. Shit. Or whatever was said in Scotland. Damn, he was one fine man, my husband. I leaned in and kissed his chest, licking over his pebbled nipple, one then the other. I felt, as much as heard, his groan against my mouth. See how he liked it! He tasted clean, his hair tickled my tongue. His scent wasn't anything I recognized except pure, raw male. No strong soap scent, no cologne. All Ian.

  He held himself still, perhaps letting me continue to have my way. Letting was the key word for I knew he would take control back from me when he wanted it. My hands grabbed him about the neck and pulled his head down to mine for a kiss. An all consuming, tongue tangling, mind blowing, mouth fucking kiss. Without breaking the lip lock, I reached down and worked at the clasp on his belt. If I could undo that, hopefully he'd be naked. Fast. Weren't men supposed to be naked beneath their kilts? God, I couldn't wait to find out.

  Ian shoved my hands away and took care of the archaic buckle himself. His motions, as well as the breath expanding his already broad chest, were ragged. The long plaid fell to the floor.

  I broke the kiss to look at him. Holy shit, he didn't wear anything under the kilt. I couldn't help the way my eyes widened at the sight. I'd seen a few cocks in my time, but not like this. His was like the rest of him, big and broad. It was also deliciously thick as it curved upward and almost reached his navel. A pulsing vein followed up the long length to the wide head. Clear fluid seeped from the tip. Yum.

  He took his cock in his big hand and pumped it once, twice. "Like what ye see?" he asked, mimicking my e
arlier words.

  That was going to fit inside me? I was very, very glad he'd given me that dildo to prepare myself because I had to question if that would fit in my ass otherwise.

  Before I could answer or even nod my head, he grabbed my hips and flipped me over onto my stomach.

  "Ian!"

  I came up on my elbows with the palms of my hands on the cool wood. My nipples barely touched the tabletop, hanging down from above the corset. Looking over my shoulder, I watched as he looked at me, at my ass. When he nudged my legs wider with one of his, I knew he could see everything. The air was cool on my wet pussy.

  He was going to fuck me from behind. Oh God! My favorite. How did he know? I clenched my pussy at the thought, felt scalding wetness seep from me.

  He ran his palm over one round globe, then dipped in to find my dripping slit. "This first time will be rough. I canna wait any longer." He nudged my opening with the head of his cock. Finding his target, he grabbed my hips and pulled me back roughly. Onto him.

  We both groaned at the stark feel of being joined for the first time. He was impossibly big.

  Slowly, slowly he pulled back, leaving me feeling empty with every retreating inch. His broad head caught on my parted folds before he filled me once again. My sensitive tissues parted and stretched for him, more and more, deeper and deeper until he bottomed out. Lifting my hips slightly, he adjusted the angle and was able to slide in a little more so his hips were in direct contact with my ass. His balls brushed against my clit.

  We cried out at the same time. I couldn't remember ever feeling so full. So stretched. So amazingly alive, until he started to move. Then I changed my mind. Now it was the best.

  In.

  No, now.

  Out.

  No, now.

  The man was going to kill me with pleasure.

  My fingers tried to grip at the cool wood, to hang on to something—anything—as he fucked me. The orgasm I'd wanted ever since I saw the ruby ring in the jewelry store window was finally… finally… almost upon me. Closer, closer. Closer still. Ian brushed his thumb over the sensitive nerve endings of my back entrance, which were already awakened by the dildo.

  My head came up and I screamed; Ian's hand coming round to cup his palm over my mouth to silence me.

  "I told ye, lass. Yer pleasure is only for me." His voice was like a tumble of rocks and with a thick brogue.

  I reveled in his tight hold, the feeling of his huge cock filling me. The way his thumb pressed deeper into my slicked ass was out of this world. He wanted to fuck me there just as much as I wanted him to do it. It had been a fantasy of mine. Until now. Until Ian. He would make it our reality.

  I pushed up off the table at his extremely intimate touch, arched and shoved back even more deeply onto him. My rough movement slid his thumb hard against my virgin opening, stretching it, then pushing in. I was now filled completely and I groaned against Ian's palm over my mouth. There was a brief moment of burn that accompanied the stretch his broad thumb brought about, but it was gone in an instant. Instead, an orgasm flashed to life so intense I screamed. My pussy clenched, milked Ian's cock, trying to wring as much pleasure as possible. I felt my ass do the same to his intrusive thumb.

  Ian continued to use my body for his needs, harder and faster. Thrust for hard thrust I met him, hoping he'd reach the same pinnacle, feel the same amazing orgasm I did. His fingers squeezed my ass cheeks almost painfully, they were still very sore from his spanking. I felt his body tense. His groan was stifled as his hot seed pulsed and pulsed deep inside me. I felt it warm and thickly coat my walls, seeping out around him. I was crammed full and there was no room for even his seed.

  I slumped down onto the table, reveled in the coolness of the wood. It felt wonderful against my overheated flesh. My nipples still tingled, my core still pulsed with aftershocks of pleasure, my heart pounded in my ears. The colors behind my closed eyelids stopped dancing. I smiled, couldn't help it if I tried.

  Slowly, carefully, Ian pulled his thumb from my ass. "When I set to marry ye, I knew ye would be a joy in bed. Ye are beyond my dreams."

  I offered him a lazy glance over my shoulder, my face still resting on the table. He pulled his cock free next, used his shirt to wipe the cum from between my thighs.

  "Oh my God. I'm… I'm not usually like that," I admitted.

  Ian smiled, that same handsome leer. "Ye will be wi' me." Picking up his plaid, he wrapped it around me, the scratchy softness warming my cooling skin. I was completely covered, neck to ankles. He lifted me easily into his arms and carried me out of the room.

  As he carried me through the outer room, cheering and laughter echoed off the stone walls. "Ian, you're naked!" I turned my face into his bare chest in embarrassment, even though I wasn't the one exposed to everyone. Since I felt his cock against my hip, I knew my own body blocked the front of him. That didn't mean he wasn't exposing his bare ass, long legs, muscular back…

  "Aye, they can look all they wish. Most of them have seen me naked before."

  I didn't want to think about how many women in the hall had seen him naked, and why.

  "Even Glynnis?" I couldn't help but hear the shrewish tone to my own voice. Now I knew what Ian could do with that killer body of his, I didn't want to share any part of him with any other woman. Especially Glynnis.

  "I was talking about the older women who changed my nappies when I was a bairn."

  I didn't care about the older women. Let them look their fill. Ian was a worthy sight. But Glynnis. She'd certainly made it easy for me to dislike her.

  "Besides, better my arse than yours," he grumbled in my ear.

  The sound of possessiveness wrapped around me as snugly as his plaid and I let it go. I may have been stuck on Glynnis, but he wasn't. He was very much stuck on me.

  He didn't stop moving, turning to a narrow stone stairwell that curved upward and to a bedchamber. Ian's room.

  Kicking the door closed behind him, he stopped and kissed me. It was just as hot and steamy as before. Mind melting, toe tingling. "Let's breach that virgin arse. Ye are more than ready. I wanna make ye mine, wife."

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Ian

  "Now? So soon?" she asked, her breath fanning my neck.

  Thank Christ the sounds of the clan were muted through the heavy door. I was their laird and they respected me, my leadership and commands. This was my wedding night—my only one—and they'd watched me struggle with my eagerness for my bride these past few weeks. Now, with the vows said and the blessings read, we could all relax some. For my people, that meant drinking to excess and expecting my bride to not be able to walk on the morrow.

  I did not mind being ridiculed and besmirched by everyone, but not Alexandra. After being forced to marry Duncan, she needed a wedding night full of pleasurable memories alone, not the sounds of merrymaking from a bunch of sotted clansmen. I'd been waiting for this night for years—years!—and nothing would ruin it.

  She wasna hard to carry, a perfect armful, soft and lush. Holding her against my chest, I was reminded of how small she was and how rough I'd been when I took her. I'd had to muffle her cries with my hand as she came all over my cock. She'd liked it. She'd liked everything we'd done. I knew from the first time I saw her that she was for me, that we were kindred spirits of a kind. Like minded in all things, it seemed, including tupping.

  "I'll always be hard for you, lass," I growled, placing her on her feet and letting her feel how true my words were. My cock pressed into her soft belly. Seeing her wrapped in my plaid was more of a sign of our marriage than the priest's ceremony. She was, and would always be, the only woman I put my plaid upon. The clan expected a tupping and they'd gotten one. No bloodied sheet, but instead a bride truly claimed by a swath of plaid wool.

  Slowly, I unwound the material from her. "Tis like a gift, unwrapping you like this."

  She spun once, twice to unravel, her hair falling in long tendrils that had come loose from pins. She stopped before me, her br
easts still exposed above the low cut of her bodice. The view was spectacular. Full, lush tits with perfect pink nipples. I tossed the plaid over my shoulder to free my hands.

  "I've watched you play with an ivory rod in your arse. I've licked your pussy, fucked it even, but I've yet to see you naked."

  She looked up at me through her pale lashes and offered a soft smile. Her cheeks were pink and her eyes bright with desire and her pleasure. "If I have my way, you won't be dressed again until the new moon."

  Not waiting another moment to get her bare, I spun her about and expertly tugged at the buttons down the back of her dress. Kissing down her neck, I pushed the fabric off her shoulders and followed the trail with my mouth. Once the dress was pooled at her feet, the laces of her corset were next. I handled them quickly, even though my eagerness was making my fingers fumble. The garment dropped to the floor. I continued to kiss and lave that sensitive spot at the base of her neck as my arms circled about her to cup her breasts.

  I groaned against her sweet skin as she reached up and laced her arms into my hair, which thrust her breasts into my palms.

  "That feels so good," she murmured, eyes slipping closed.

  "They're sensitive, are they?" Over her shoulder, I watched my hands on her breasts.

  She replied by offering a soft gasp as I, none too gently, pinched the already tight tips.

  Sliding one hand down her smooth belly, I cupped her bare pussy, my seed coating her swollen folds. I played with her as she rocked her hips, discovering quickly what she liked, what made her cream drip onto my fingers.

  "Ian!" she cried, her knees giving out.

  Grabbing her about the waist, I lifted her up and walked to my bed. I'd never had a woman in it before, knowing Alexandra would be the only one. Spreading my plaid out first, I placed her on it. She lay there looking up at me, lips parted, one hand on her belly, her knees bent and splayed open. She was hiding nothing from me.

  Gripping my cock, I gripped the base and stroked it, sticky from our mixed juices.