One Dirty Scot

by Donna Alam

  Chapter 5

  Lizzie

  With the condom removed, Sam began thrusting in and out of my mouth.

  I looked up at him and his eyes were closed. I knew he was really enjoying himself.

  ‘You’re so fucking good at that. Mmm,’ he said with a groan.

  I felt a sense of pride in this moment, this blow job. It pleased to know I was pleasing him.

  Connor grabbed my hair again, moving my attention. I loved ever hot minute of that. It made me feel dominated and as sexy as all hell. He yanked my head back and I called out, lost in a sea of bliss, the sting mixed with pleasure. I had to admit that these two really knew what they were doing. I was lost to them in the moment.

  I brought Sam further into my mouth, taking him all the way into my throat. At the sensation, he moved faster and harder and I knew he was getting close to his release.

  ‘Your mouth is so perfect,’ he panted, continuing to fuck my mouth.

  Connor pulled out Sam followed suit, then Connor laid on his back and looked at me darkly.

  ‘Fucking ride me.’ The tone of his delivery made me want to come.

  I climbed on top of him, sliding him between my legs.

  ‘You’re so fucking tight,’ he grunted.

  ‘Yeah, she is,’ Sam agreed, his hands roaming over my flesh.

  His hands on my hips, Connor started to move hard and fast—I could feel him hitting my g-spot!

  ‘Oh, God. That’s so good,’ I moaned, watching Same peel off the condom. When I looked up at him this time, he had an intense look in his eyes that really made me want to take him inside my mouth again.

  So I did.

  ‘Don’t stop, baby. I’m gonna come in that gorgeous mouth of yours,’ he whispered, holding my face.

  Connor picked up the pace from underneath me and it felt amazing. I had two dicks going in and out of different holes and the idea of this turned me on as much as these men.

  ‘I think I’m gonna come, again. Don’t stop,’ I panted, working Sam with my hand.

  Then he stopped.

  ‘No, not now!’ I complained. Connor and Sam both laughed.

  ‘No deal, I was about to come, too,’ Sam grumbled.

  Connor let go of me and I sat up. I re-positioned myself so that I was no longer on my knees but my feet were flat on the bed on either side of him. He was really deep inside of me now and it hurt a little bit, but I didn’t want to stop.

  Sam moved a little bit so he could be in a good position for me to suck him while grinding my hips. The feeling was more intense than anything, more pleasurable than pain. It was so overwhelming, it took my breath away.

  ‘You take my cock so good,’ Connor panted and I moaned in response, passing the vibrations though Sam, who moaned, too.

  He began moving faster in and out of my mouth, his entire body taut.

  ‘Don’t stop, baby. I’m gonna come.’

  A few more, hard thrusts, his dick throbbed and my mouth was filled with his cum.

  ‘Holy fuck!’ he ground out, his teeth clenched tight. It turned me on that he was so loud and I moved myself faster on Connor.

  Sam pulled himself out of my mouth as I swallowed.

  ‘You swallow beautifully, doll,’ he said, complimenting me.

  ‘Holy shit, marry me,’ Sam said, laughing. Clearly, this was his orgasm talking.

  I smiled at him but kept focus on Connor, starting to move a little faster—he was getting closer, I could tell.

  So . . . I decided to take a leaf out of their book. I stopped and climbed off him.

  ‘Damn, baby, not now!’

  ‘Why not?’ I asked as I winked at him. ‘Don’t you like a little delayed gratification?’

  His lips turned up in a smile as he said, ‘You really are a naughty girl.’

  I nodded my head and in one swift motion, Connor flipped me onto my back again. He put a pillow under my ass to put me at an angle, picked my legs up, placed them on his shoulders and without warning thrust inside.

  ‘Oh shit!’ I called out as the feeling of how deep he was, hit me. I loved the difference between the pair—the rough and the smooth—as Sam sat on the bed next to us and caressing my skin. The feeling of him playing with my nipples while Connor set to pounded me, our bodies meeting with a collision of skin.

  Then Connor reached over and grabbed the vibrator from the bed, turning it on and pushing it against my clit. The sensations mixed together were becoming too much for me to handle—too much for my brain to process. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold back any longer.

  ‘I’m gonna come again,’ I yelled out.

  ‘Come, Lizzie,’ Sam countered, pulling on my nipples.

  ‘Come for me, baby. Come all over my cock,’ Connor commanded.

  He kept going hard and fast and the combination of how deep he was, the vibration on my clit, and the feeling of Sam pulling on my nipples pushed me over the edge. It was like having an outer body experience. So much pleasure to process made body numb, everything going black for a moment.

  Connor yelled out my name as he finally came.

  The icing on the cake.

  When he came down from his orgasm he moved pulled out of me. I winced a little bit and Connor asked if I was okay.

  ‘Yeah, just a little sore,’ I said with a smile. ‘Thanks for that.’

  He climbed fully off me. I laid on the bed, exhausted. Fully sated.

  ‘You were amazing,’ Sam said as he laid down next to me on the bed.

  ‘Yeah, you were,’ added Connor. The best we’ve ever had.

  ‘Thanks. You guys weren’t so bad yourselves.’ My response was joined by a coy smile. ‘I did experience a lot of firsts.’ I winked at them. ‘Thanks for that.’

  ‘Oh yeah? What were those?’ they both asked.

  ‘Well for starters,’ I said, ticking the items off my fingers. ‘I’ve never slept with an older man—awesome, by the way. I’d thoroughly recommend it. Also, I’ve never taken part in a threesome. I’ve never orgasmed from oral. I’ve never had multiple orgasms and I’ve never blacked out from an overload of pleasure!’ The smile on my face was wide.

  Sam and Connor looked struck dumb.

  ‘Who was it?’ they asked, again at the same time. I shrugged. ‘No, you can’t do that. You have to tell us,’ Sam said.

  I shook my head. ‘A lady is entitled to a few secrets.’

  I swung my legs out of the bed, needing to get out of here before we spent too much time talking. The point of this was to have new experiences. Not just one. I was looking to start a new adventure in my life where I explored the world around me.

  ‘So, can we have your number so we can do this again sometime?’ Sam asked.

  The way Sam looked at me sent tingles of pleasure through my body. If I stayed any longer, I’d be on him once again and I just didn’t think I could handle anymore orgasms today.

  I bit my lip and pretended to think about it. ‘Umm maybe.’ I wasn’t sure if I wanted to do this again. It had been a lot of fun. But I wasn’t sure if I wanted this to be a regular thing.

  ‘Come on. You know you had fun,’ Connor added.

  ‘I did have fun,’ I said, slipping my underwear on. ‘A lot of fun.’

  ‘So why can’t you give us your number?’ Connor asked again.

  ‘Just because.’ I slipped on my crumpled dress. ‘Who knows, maybe I’ll find you here again in the club?’

  I wanted to keep things casual. I wanted to stay mysterious. But most of all I wanted to be free from expectations of others.

  I was heading to a new part of my life. I wanted new experiences, not repeats.

  Who knew what came next, but it wasn’t them with me.

  ‘So, that’s it?’ Sam asked as I slid my vibrator from off the bed and put it in my purse.

  ‘Thanks guys. It’s been fun.’ And left them there, still naked in the room by themselves.

  I didn’t even look back or tell them goodbye. I wanted to be that illu
sive girl they met the one time at the Lion’s Den. Like an urban myth, the story of our night becoming more fantastical with every telling.

  I made my way down to the bar, leaving some money for the bartender.

  ‘Thanks for the drinks. I like to pay my own way,’ I said, adding, ‘Keep the change.’

  He gave me a funny look and before he could respond, I started walking. I made my way to the parking lot and got into my car. I put it in drive and left the Lion’s Den.

  I felt a little bad for leaving those guys like that, but not so much as I felt alive.

  I had just had the absolute best sex of my life. My body was fully relaxed. Recharged. It was better than a day at the spa! Though I doubt my preferred method of relaxation would be on any spa menu.

  Rough, hot sex with two older men; a two-hour session.

  My first experience at the Lion’s Den was just what I needed to start my new, thrilling life. I was happy to leave it at that.

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  Acknowledgements

  Massive thanks are due to Aimee Bowyer, Natasha Harvey. Without your input, One Dirty Scot would’ve been a sow’s ear indeed.

  My thanks also to Jenny from Editing 4 Indies for her fabulous eagle eye and polishing skills.

  Thanks to the Lambs for being there and for your words of encouragement.

  Thanks to my family for allowing me to ignore you all while finishing this, and not getting the hump.

  Thanks to you who have read ODS. Without you, I’d be talking to the voices in my head. Probably in some mental facility!

  Copyright © 2017 Donna Alam

  About The Author

  Donna writes about exotic locations and the men you aren't married to, but might sometimes wish you were. Escapism reads with heart, humor, and plenty of steam.

  Hailing from the North of England, she's a nomad at heart moving houses and continents more times than she cares to recall. She once worked at a school like the one described in her Pretty Series, where the wheels of her imagination began to turn.

  When not bashing away at a keyboard, Donna can usually be found, good book in hand, hiding from her family and responsibilities. She likes her wine and humour dry, and her mojitos sweet, and language salty.

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