Chapter Four
Kirk
The scent of Gretchen's lust permeates the air, and it feels as if someone has cast a spell over us both.
Can I blame the whisky? Or maybe the realization I'm about to ravish a strange American lass?
Everyone knows me as a fearless man who has no boundaries---when it comes to stunts.
But this might be my most audacious feat yet.
I have never before seduced a woman at first sight.
Once I'm settled into my seat, I pat the bike. "Come, lass. Cannae whisk ye to my flat without riding there. Unless ye prefer to walk. But I wouldn't advise that since I live on the other side of the village."
She climbs on, snuggling up to my erse. "I've never ridden on a motorcycle. Might be fun."
"Hold on to me, and I'll give ye the ride of your life." I twist the key in the ignition, and the deep, sensual purr of the engine beneath me awakens my slat. Aye, my cock is awake now for dead sure. "Slide yer arms around me and we'll be away."
Gretchen nuzzles my neck as we ride toward my flat, her hunger for me palpable, especially when she wriggles her sexy erse.
But when she pulls my earlobe into her mouth and sucks, I nearly careen off the road.
I've never met a woman who wants me this much and with such obvious lust. The way Gretchen nestles her legs around me is driving me mad.
She seems determined to nibble on every part of me she can reach.
When she touches her lips to my ear and blows gently, every part of my body craves the lass even more intensely.
Tapag, when she slides her hand down to my groin, I nearly crash us into a sheugh.
I expected to hear a terrified scream, but the lass remains silent, instead hugging me tighter.
Once we've parked in the underground garage, I help Gretchen off the bike. "Hope I didnae frighten ye, lass."
"Why would you think that?"
"Because I, ah..."
She smiles. "Oh, you mean when we almost fell into a ditch."
"Aye. We call it a sheugh in Gaelic."
"Uh-huh." Gretchen rubs up against me, cradling my cock with her hand. Even through my jeans, she can feel how stiff I am. "Give me the Gaelic lesson later, hey?"
The lass follows me up the three flights to my flat.
She doesn't lag behind me, doesn't hesitate at all, and every time I glance back, she licks her lips like she means to devour me.
My traitorous mind conjures up all sorts of wicked things I'd love to do to her.
But my first task will be to strip her naked and finally learn whether my fantasies are accurate.
I have one more obstacle, though. I need to open the sodding door.
That simple task takes five attempts.
And then, at last, I slam the door behind us.
We stand here in silence for a few seconds while the lass appraises me from head to toe.
When she cradles my cock in her hand, I nearly caith right then.
Spilling myself before I've even kissed her would be the ultimate shame.
I'd never live it down if anyone found out.
When she gazes up at me with her pupils blown, I know she craves me as much as I crave her.
"Are ye positive ye want this with me? Because we can shake hands and go our separate ways." Please say no, lass. I need to fuck ye like I've never needed to fuck any woman before.
"Don't you dare kick me out the door," Gretchen sidles up to me, fondling her own tits in the most lascivious manner. "I'm so fucking hot for you I might erupt like a supernova. So no, I don't plan on leaving until you've given me mind-blowing orgasms at least five times."
Thank the stars. My cock is hard as steel, and the only thing it hungers for is her lush body.
I kick the door shut and pin her to the wall with my hands braced above her head.
Her jacket has already slipped off her shoulders and lies puddled at her feet.
I cannae stop myself from rubbing my slat into her groin over and over.
The hard length of my erection must be impossible to miss.
Then she curls a hand into my shirt, yanking with a surprising boldness.
Her chest heaves as she issues a soft, desperate plea.
"Please hurry, Kirk. Need you inside me."
I tug one hand away so I can roughly fondle her tit, and she gasps, arching into my palm while I flick my fingertip over her nipple again and again.
I'm usually the slow-burn sort, but I need to caith inside this woman until she cannae breathe anymore, until my cock buried deep inside her is all she needs or wants.
With trembling hands, she yanks at my belt, but then she hesitates.
"Get rid of your jacket first, Kirk. That's an order."
My leather jacket is gone in a second, two at most, joining her coat on the floor.
The lass issues a tiny, breathless moan as I rub myself into her again, both of us desperate for the friction of skin on skin.
I palm her other tit, squeezing and rolling the nipple between my thumb and forefinger until I feel it harden into a stiff bud.
She tilts her head back, baring the elegant column of her neck, and I take a gentle bite that makes her shudder.
My cock throbs like it might explode any moment.
Gretchen thrusts her fingers into my hair, moaning and rocking her hips into me.
I have only one option. I sweep her up in my arms and carry her straight to my bedroom.
I have never done this before, bringing an unfamiliar woman home, not even when I was younger and far more irresponsible.
Even then, I never had a one-night stand.
But I need Gretchen sprawled across my sheets with her dark hair fanned out against my pillow, consequences be damned.
She backs away toward my bedroom, neither of us giving a shite about decorum.
Then she sits down on the edge of the mattress.
The lass gazes up at me with no fear in her eyes, only an appetite as ravenous as my own.
The way she drags her tongue across her lips while staring at the bulge of my slat has my chest heaving.
Mhac na galla. No lass has ever gotten me this excited.
I kneel before her, pushing her skirt up her thighs, inch by decadent inch. "Need to fuck ye right now, Gretchen. Over, and over, and---"
"Yes, please, all of that and more." She feigns a pout. "But could you hurry the hell up and screw me?"
"Aye. Your wish is my command."
I shove her skirt up to her waist and growl with satisfaction at the flash of black lace that's wet with her lust for me. "I know ye want me like ye've never wanted anyone else. Dinnae deny it, lass."
"Tear my panties off," Gretchen demands. "If you can handle me, that is. Or maybe you aren't as hot in bed as you claim."
I hook my thumbs inside her waistband and drag the panties down her legs, slow enough to make her gasp and writhe, but never breaking eye contact. "I could spend all night just tasting ye."
"Oh, for shit's sake," she moans. Hurry it up, Kirk."
I graze the back of my hand along her inner thigh oh-so delicately. Within seconds, she's reaching for my cock.
But I seize her wrists, halting her action. "Uh-uh-uh. We'll do this my way."
"Then do it. Whatever the hell 'it' is."
She's goading me, the wicked minx, and I love it.
Though I would prefer to go slow, ahmno the sort who's known for his restraint.
My insane stunts prove that. As I kiss and lick my way up her thigh, my stubble scrapes against her sensitive skin, and she gasps.
Then I bury my mouth in the slick heat of her folds and suckle her clit like I mean to imprint my skin on her body.
I've never behaved this way before. The taste of her, sweet and savory, does me in.
Gretchen cannae wait any longer either, that much is obvious.
She detonates beneath me, her gasps turning into desperate noises she fists her hands in my hair.
The lass arches her back so high that she might levitate off the bed.
But dinnae stop lapping up every iota of her juices.
Her cries are ragged and raw as she rides the waves of pleasure while they gradually fade away.
That was the appetizer. We aren't done yet.
My cock has never been this stiff before, and a bead of pre-cum lies poised on the tip.
The flavor of her cream reminds me of single-malt Scotch whisky.
My face is coated with her juices by the time I back off with my chin glistening and my slat so hard I think I could break stones with it.
She's still gasping, and her pupils have blown.
I swear the entire Highlands could fall into those eyes and I would gladly sink into the depths with her.
I straighten up, looming over her on all fours. "My turn, lass. Ahm going to fuck ye like the devil himself."
And it's time to drill my cock into her sweet body. I toss her onto the bed and leap on the lass like a ravenous lion.
Once I've rolled the condom on, I spread her thighs with both hands, anchoring Gretchen to the bed.
She launches her hips upward as if she's trying to impale herself on my cock before I'm even fully in position.
I love her impatience, and how her slick heat calls to me more than any other woman's body ever has.
I drive into her with one hard, deep thrust. The lass cries out so loudly that the sound echoes off the walls.
Her cream feels as hot as molten lava, and her inner walls pulsate around me.
Her eyes go wide, her mouth forming an "O" of shock and delight as I begin pounding into her like a wild demon and snarling like one too.
When I grasp her wrists, pinning them above her head, she arches her body off the mattress, thrashing her head in ecstasy.
Her juices trickle down her thighs. The sheer force of my cock slamming into her repeatedly makes the bed thump, but I keep her trapped, thrusting deeper, rougher, with every stroke.
"You like that, eh?" I growl in her ear, nipping the lobe with my teeth. "Ye want to be fucked senseless, dinnae ye, Gretchen?"
My statement makes her gasp and whimper, nodding frantically. "Don't stop. Oh God, Kirk---harder, please---"
She shouldn't have said please. Those words, spoken in her desperate tone.
..they do me in. I snare both her wrists in one of my hands, pinning them with a strength I didn't know I needed to use on her.
With my other hand, I tangle my fingers in her thick hair, yanking her head back so she has no choice but to look me in the eye.
"You take all of me, understand? Every fucking inch. "
"Yes---God---yes---" She can barely speak, her voice husky in a way that pushes me over the edge.
I crush my lips to hers, taking her mouth as brutally as I pound her body.
Her thighs shudder and tremble, then lock tight around my waist. She's greedy for the pleasure I mean to give her, and mhac na galla, I'm starving for her.
With one final push, the deepest one yet, I let go and spill everything I've got inside her lush body.
With three more thrusts, I'm completely spent.
I roll off Gretchen and onto my back, tugging the lass half on top of me.
Her legs remain sprawled over me even as she nuzzles my cheek.
Oh aye, this has been the best sexual experience of my life. But I cannae let her stay with me, not when we're both high on hormones. Besides, I am not the "staying the night" sort of bloke. How do I handle this dilemma? The only way I can.
I boot her out of my flat.