by Myles, Jill
“Oh, you’ll like it,” he said with a chuckle.
Arrogant man. But he stepped backward and quickly tugged his tunic over his head, then tossed his plaid on the ground.
She sucked in a breath at the sight of him. He was…enormous. She’d watched her share of porn and masturbated to the thought of a man touching her, but the sight of a naked man in front of her?
Very different than watching on screen. His cock was enormous, too, long and thick, the head a dark pink that invited her touch. She clasped her hands tight, lest she reach out and grab something that didn’t belong to her.
He seemed to be amused by her reaction. “Shy now, lass?”
She looked up in his eyes–Callum, she reminded herself. He was grinning in her direction, all hard, handsome lines and tanned skin. He was right–she hadn’t been shy before. Why be shy now? Shy wouldn’t get her anywhere. Her boldness had gotten him naked in front of her, and hard with desire.
Hope stepped forward and lightly ran her fingers along his shaft, exploring him with a touch. His skin burned with warmth, and as she glided a finger over his length, she marveled at how soft his skin was– and how hard the shaft was underneath. He groaned at her touch, pulling her in for another hard kiss even as she wrapped her hand around his cock and squeezed.
“Yer turn,” he said to her, and she noticed his breathing was ragged. With lust for her? How…fun.
She ignored his words and continued to squeeze her hand on his cock, her grip light. She flicked her wrist once, stroking up and down his length.
His breath exploded from his throat, and he muttered a curse she didn’t understand.
Pre-cum beaded on his cock. Ooh. Fascinated, she bent down to lick it clean. Saltier than she’d imagined, but erotic.
Callum’s groan of approval was gratifying, as was the hand that twisted in her hair as she knelt. She couldn’t help but run her tongue along the head of his cock, feeling awfully wicked as she did. His hand guided her mouth, and suddenly she was taking him deep into her mouth, his cock gliding against her tongue to butt at the back of her throat.
He thrust again, his hips moving, and she realized that he’d be perfectly happy coming in her mouth in the next moment.
And what was the fun in that?
She pulled away slowly, glancing up at him. “My turn now?” His eyes were fired up, his gaze intense. “Take off your dress.” Hope’s fingers went to the laces at her back, yanking at them. The fabric ripped in her haste, but she didn’t care. It wasn’t her dress, after all, and this gorgeous, glorious man was naked in front of her.
Waiting for her.
She tugged at the broken laces until they slithered free, and then she was pulling the thick, heavy gown over her head. She tossed it onto the bed, feeling suddenly breathless and warm. Her hands went to her hair and she smoothed it, feeling nervous. Would he like what he saw? If she was ‘Rapunzel’ now, truly, well, they shared a lot of similarities.
Her breasts were small and high like Hope’s were, and the flare of her hips the same. The rounded curve of her ass the same. In fact, if the fairy godmother hadn’t pointed out the sunlight curse, she could have sworn it was her body.
Except the heart in this one beat strong and sure. That wasn’t hers. And that was exciting, because this body could take all kinds of stress that her last one couldn’t. Stress like exercise, and running…
and nice, sweaty bouts of sex. Just the thought sent a shiver through her.
Callum moved forward, brushing a light finger over her pale shoulder. “Cold, lass? I see your skin dimpling.”
She shook her head and stared up at him, biting her lip. “Just thinking about you touching me.” That slow, wicked smile curved his mouth. “Anywhere in particular?” Oh, mercy. Her breathing sped up at the thought of him touching her. His mouth on her inner thigh.
Moving to her pussy. She grew instantly wet at the thought, her nipples hardening. “Everywhere.”
“I like the sound of that,” he murmured, and placed his big hands at her waist.
His hands felt warm and callused against her skin. It shouldn’t have felt nearly as erotic as it did, and yet she was getting even wetter now that he’d simply placed his hands on her.
“More touching,” she told him, moving in closer. “Better touching.”
“Better touching?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “You’re a bossy lass.” That was because this was a total fantasy of hers come to life. She wanted to enjoy every moment of it.
“Is that a problem?”
“Not at all,” he said, and moved a hand up to cup her small breast. His thumb brushed over the nipple.
She bit her lip, whimpering at how good that felt. Holy moly. She pushed her breast into his hand, wanting more.
He chuckled, and the sound moved over her like honey. “Feel good?”
“Mmm, yes. More.”
“Lie down for me,” he said, nodding at the nearby bed. “I want to explore all of ye.” She practically raced to the bed, climbing in and sitting on the edge, gazing up at him. He was gorgeous naked, a wicked tan line crossing at his waist. His buttocks were a pale shade but she didn’t mind that. It made her think that looking at him was a secret, private pleasure only for her. And she liked that a lot.
His hand brushed over her chin, cupping it. His thumb slid over her mouth. “Lie back, sweet.” She did, her gaze fixed on him.
Callum studied her, still standing over her body. In the candlelight of her room, the shadows played over his cock, making it seem enormous.
Did it…was it supposed to be quite that big? She assumed so, since he wasn’t looking at her with the same nervousness that she was regarding him.
He dropped to a crouch at the side of her narrow bed and grabbed her hips, twisting her on the bed so her legs hung over the edge and at each side of him. “Let’s see your pretty flesh, then.” And he leaned over her, pushing her legs wide apart.
Her entire body quivered. Was he going to give her oral? Sweet Jesus, that was everything she’d dreamed about. “Are you going to taste me?”
He chuckled and leaned in to kiss the inside of one spread thigh. “Impatient, little bossy one?”
“Just checking.”
He nipped at her thigh, his hot gaze on her. “Do ye want me to?”
“Oh yes,” she breathed, her pussy getting slick just thinking about it. Her pulse throbbed through her body, slow and sensual and centered directly between her legs. “It’s only fair.”
“Only fair?” He raised an eyebrow at her.
“I put my mouth on you,” she told him bluntly. “The least you could do is return the favor.” He laughed. “I’ve never met a noble woman who demanded that a guardsman place his mouth on her.”
Well, she wasn’t really noble. And he was a hell of a lot hotter than her so-called prince. He seemed amused by her teasing, so she pointed at her pussy. “Mouth. Now.”
“My lady must be pleased,” he said in a dry, amused voice, and leaned in. His breath was hot on her flesh and she quivered in anticipation. He was mere inches away from tasting her, and he was still taking entirely too long.
She opened her mouth to protest.
He parted her pussy with his thumb and stroked his tongue over her clitoris.
All the breath whooshed out of her. “Oh my God,” she said weakly.
He chuckled again, and she felt it right against her clit, which sent another shockwave through her body.
“Does that please you? Or shall I try it again?”
“Again,” she demanded, twining her fingers in his hair. It was thick and silky against her fingers.
Decadent, almost.
Callum swept his tongue over her clitoris again, swirling it against that small bud.
This time, it was no quick swipe, but a slow, teasing torment. Her legs clenched up with need and she raised her hips, moaning in response.
“Better?”
“Oh God, so much better.” She was panting. Lord above, sh
e was panting hard, desperate with need already.
“Shall I taste and see how wet ye are?”
A small squeak of pleasure escaped her throat. “Yes…” She felt him part her pussy lips and his tongue snaked over the opening of her pussy, darting against the center of her.
“Soft, sweet and wet for me.”
That was amazing. Oh God, so amazing. She didn’t know if she wanted him there or on her clit.
Both, maybe.
“Did that please you, lass?” His amused voice was filling her with all kinds of naughty needs.
She nodded quickly.
“Shall I lick you until you scream, then?” His voice was a low, raspy murmur. “Until you dig those toes into my back and I have ye shuddering under my mouth? How does that sound?” It was making her even wetter just thinking about it. “It sounds amazing.” He chuckled again, and his tongue stroked at the well of her pussy, surging against her flesh. At the same time, his thumb went to her clit and began to rub it slowly, back and forth, with the pad of his finger.
A low moan erupted from her throat and she writhed under him, lifting her hips in response. That felt amazing, so good that she thought she was going to fly out of her own skin. His tongue stroked hard against her, in time with his thumb’s perfect little circles, rolling the bud of her clit over and over against his callused finger.
Heat began to build, along with that unbelievable tension in her body. “Oh God, I think…I think I’m not going to last long.” She’d masturbated plenty of times, but he was so much better at touching her than she was. Her entire body felt like it was lit up right now. Her fingers went to her breasts, flicking at her nipples. She whimpered as he continued to slowly roll her clit against the pad of his thumb, his tongue stroking at her velvety center. As he lapped at her, she pinched her nipples, arching against his mouth.
He began to stroke harder with his tongue, speeding up, and his thumb began to increase in speed and pressure. The strokes were driving her wild now, her whimpers turning into soft cries. Her body was straining on the bed, her hands clenched over her breasts, her entire being surging– And then she shattered with a scream and a rush of wetness, her pussy clenching hard against his tongue.
He made a low growl of pleasure, his thumb continuing to stroke her clit, drawing out her orgasm as she sobbed her pleasure. The orgasm went on forever, and when she finally recovered, she gasped, staring up at the ceiling of her small tower room.
“Holy shit.”
Callum laughed and tugged her fully back on the bed, before lying down next to her. “Yer the strangest lass I’ve ever met.”
She stared up at him, blissed out of her mind. “Thank you, I think.”
“Don’t thank me yet, lass. We’ve just gotten started.” And he leaned in and she realized, of course, that he was still hard as iron. His mouth descended on her breast, licking at one of her now-sensitive nipples.
“Oh, but…” she let the words die. Her legs felt like noodles from the force of her orgasm. She’d been all done, having enjoyed the heavy petting. But his mouth felt wonderful on her breast, and his cock was hard against her side, and he felt so good against her that she couldn’t help but run her hand along his naked side. “Are we not done?”
“Not even close,” he assured her.
That should have made her feel even more tired, but it just made her pulse begin to slowly pound once more. She leaned into his wicked kiss, enjoying the slow thrust of his tongue against hers. It was criminal for one man to be so very delicious, it really was.
“Perhaps we should take it slow.”
“Way too late for slow,” he said between kisses.
She could see his point. Already she was losing track of their conversation, lost in his kisses and the bold sweep of his tongue against her own.
His fingers moved over her nipple, brushing it and making her shiver with delight. As she watched, he leaned in and pressed another kiss to her breast. Hope arched against his mouth, whimpering in response to the languid licks that he bestowed upon her breast, carefully rubbing the other peak to stiffness. That felt wonderful. She lifted her hips in response to his touch, making small noises in her throat that conveyed just how wound up and incredibly tense she felt at his touch. It was a good sort of tense, and the kind that crawled under her skin. She didn’t want him to keep touching her and she didn’t want him to ever stop.
His hand slid from her breast even as he bit down upon her nipple. Hope cried out, her fingers digging into his back. “Go back.”
“Go back?” He chuckled softly.
She nodded. “Go back to my breast.”
“Demanding lass,” he said, bestowing a kiss on her flesh and nipping at the creamy rounded globe of her breast. “Perhaps I have other plans?”
His fingers slid between her legs, stroking her slick pussy.
Hope arched on the bed. God, that felt marvelous. “You’re right,” she said breathlessly. “Keep going in that direction. Good job.”
He laughed, pressing kisses to her skin. “Ye’re an odd one.” She didn’t care. Her attention was fixated on that finger that stroked through her slick folds, over and over again. He brushed back and forth between them with that thick finger, movements slow and measured. When his mouth descended on her breast and licked at one of the peaks again, his finger slid deep inside her.
Hope gasped at the sharp sensation, not entirely pleasant. She squirmed against him. “Slow…
slow…”
“Shhh, love,” he said softly, his accent making her insides melt. “I’ve got ye.” He stroked the finger deep inside her again, thrusting lightly. His gaze was upon her face.
She whimpered in response, especially when his thumb reached up to brush against her clitoris. It was a mixture of discomfort followed by a flash of ecstasy every time he touched her clit, her flesh sensitive with the aftermath of her orgasm. After a few strokes, she began to raise her hips in time with his hand.
“That’s it, love,” he murmured. “Open wide for me.” She did, shifting her legs until she was splayed on the bed, his heavy form leaning over her side. His gaze was on hers as he continued to stroke her with that thick finger.
After a moment, he added a second, and the discomfort increased. She bit her lip. “Yer very tight, love,” he murmured.
“That’s unimportant,” she said, smoothing her hands over his big, brawny shoulders. God, he was the most delicious shade of tan she’d ever seen. And so rippled with muscle. She could bite him all over.
“If it’s been a while, I’ll go slow,” he told her, then leaned up and kissed her again, positioning himself over her.
A quiver of unease rocked through her. Did he know she was a virgin? Probably not. Should she tell him?
Probably not–he’d insist she save it for the prince or something. At the thought, she shuddered and pulled him back down to her for another hot, wild kiss. If this all went away tomorrow, at least she’d have this to remember. If nothing else, the fairy godmother had given her a chance to have really awesome sex with an incredibly hot man, and she was not going to mess this up by a declaration of virginity.
He shifted over her, and Callum’s gaze fixed on her face again, watching her. She felt his cock nudge at the entrance of her core and braced herself. He began to push inward, and the tiny flares of pain turned into something a lot stronger. When it felt like he was splitting her in half, she pressed an open palm against his chest. “Stop, stop.”
“I’m only halfway in,” he growled, his voice tense. But he stopped. And stared down at her. “Are ye a damn virgin?”
She gave him her brightest smile. “Not any longer.” He swore and began to get off of her. Not what she wanted. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, trapping him against her. “Wait, don’t go.”
Callum glared at her fiercely, his cock throbbing deep inside her. “You came on to me. I thought…”
“The virginity is unimportant,” she told him. “I’m not saving it for anyone.
”
“Ye should be saving it for yer husband.”
Yeah, but right now that looked like it was going to be the prince, and that didn’t seem appealing at all.
“Yes,” she said softly, running a hand over his stiff shoulders. “But this way I get to have some good sex before I’m trapped into marriage.”
He gritted his teeth, remaining in place, hovering over her. After a long moment, he leaned in and kissed her mouth lightly and said, “I canna go any slower than I am right now, lass.”
“Then go fast,” she told him. “Maybe that’ll help things–” His hand covered her mouth. Before she could protest that, he surged deep inside of her, pushing all the way.
Hope shrieked at the bolt of pain. She dug her nails into his skin and she yelled under his hand. She pushed at him, trying to pull away, but he only leaned in and began to kiss her, removing his hand.
“Shhh, lass. It’s over now. All over.”
Over? She was pretty sure he hadn’t come. Maybe she was too much of a newbie at this and missed that. How depressing. She’d wanted to see how he reacted when he came.
“That was it?”
To her suprise, he chuckled. “Nay, that’s the worst of the pain,” he said, and leaned in to kiss her again.
“Now comes the fun part.”
She leaned into his kiss, enjoying the taste of his mouth on hers. He stroked into her again and she gasped at the sensation. There was a sharp twinge of pain again, quickly followed by an overwhelming sense of fullness as he slid deep inside her. Hope moved a little underneath him, squirming at how too-full she felt. It was a good kind of too-full, though, and the wriggles amplified the pleasure.
“Hurting?” he asked, his voice tight.
She shook her head and bit her lip.
Callum grinned and thrust deep into her again, rocking her to her core. This time it was nothing but pleasure, and she rocked with him, enjoying the sensation. It was interesting. It felt good. Not as exciting as before, but good. Oddly enough, she liked the tight, full feeling of his body deep inside hers.
When he leaned down to kiss her, though, his tongue thrust into her mouth on the next kiss and she began to feel a slow blossom of excitement low in her belly. That was a different kind of pleasure than it was before, but still nice. Just slower and deeper inside her. His thrusts were measured and deep, and eventually his mouth moved away from hers, arms braced at her sides. Each thrust grew harder and deeper, and he moved one hand to tug at her leg. “Put this around my hips, lass. Rock with me.” Oh. Of course. How stupid of her. She’d been so busy assessing all the different sensations that she’d just been lying there like a big idiot. Immediately, she wrapped her legs around his hips and gasped in pleased surprise when it changed the angle of his next thrust. It seemed even deeper, hitting her differently. And the flashes of pleasure began to build even more strongly. She moaned, lifting her hips into the next thrust.