Chapter 20 Tierney
“Undress.”
One word. A command.
Guttural. Needful.
Oh yeah, my Scotsman was as turned on as I was.
Feeling playful, I hesitated. “You don’t want to do it?”
His eyes flashed. “Not tonight. Undress. Now.”
“And then what?”
“And then I’m going to prove to you that you don’t have a ‘me problem.’” He referred to my words earlier.
“We all have different … tastes and needs. I like to be the one in control while we fuck. I like a woman to give up her control to me. It’s what gets me off.
” He cocked his head in consideration. “But some people prefer to be the one giving up the control. Most people spend their days shouldering their world by themselves. Not having to think or lead when it comes to sex is a relief. To have their partner make the decisions for them. It’s what gets them off.
And there are different levels of that.”
“Like … BDSM?”
“Aye.”
“Is that what you’re into?”
“I wouldn’t label myself as a dominant. I don’t live that lifestyle. But I have a wee bit of kink in me.” He flashed me that cocky grin. “Most folks do. You do. Take off your knickers. Now.”
Shivering at his command, I slowly rolled the lacy fabric down over my hips and legs.
“Give them to me.”
Biting my lip and squeezing my thighs together, I handed over the underwear.
As soon as his fingers touched them, Ramsay’s eyes heated. “Soaked. Do you know why?”
I waited.
“Because you’re one of those women who spends her days making all the decisions, carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders … and you don’t want to think when it comes to sex. You need someone to tell you where to stand, when to bend over, and how loud to scream.”
My breathing grew ragged as my arousal intensified.
He was right.
He was so goddamn right.
“You don’t have a ‘me problem.’ You just want a domineering bastard in your bed.” He took a step toward me. “Domineering bastard at your service and happy to oblige. Now take off the bra.”
I unclipped it and let it drop to the floor.
My nipples puckered in the cool air and Ramsay’s tongue touched his lower lip like he was imagining taking them into his mouth. Yes, I almost begged.
Instead I waited for his next order.
He bridged the distance between us, his cock a heated prod against my stomach.
Gripping the back of my neck, he tilted my head with a slight jerk that made me whimper, a wanton sound he muffled as he crushed his mouth over mine to kiss me.
Hungrily. His beard abraded my skin, and I pressed my hands to his chest, curling my fingernails into his pecs as I held on, trying to meet his voracious kiss with my own.
God, he was even dominant in that.
It turned into a battle until I nipped his lip in aroused frustration and he released me, only to grip my face between his fingers and thumb. He studied me, breathing harshly against my lips.
“Are you going to play nice?”
Feeling wetness against my stomach where his cock pushed into me, I smirked. “I think you like me a little rebellious.”
He grunted and released me. “Lie on the bed and spread your legs.”
Skin flushed hot, I didn’t even bother to countermand him. I was beyond ready.
I lowered my ass to the bed and slowly pushed backward until I was in the middle of it. My breath caught as Ramsay stroked himself in languid, loose-fisted pulls, watching me as I lay back on his bed, my arms bent, hands at either side of my head. Then I opened my thighs.
“Wider.”
As another flood of wet surged, I stared at the ceiling in disbelief. Never in my life had I been this turned on.
“Look at me.”
I lowered my gaze to his.
“Keep your eyes on me as I eat your pussy.”
A little hiss of need escaped.
“No touching or I stop.”
I nodded in agreement, though my brow wrinkled in confusion.
Did he not like to be touched?
“You’ll touch me when I want you to touch me,” he said as if he’d read my mind. “Just not right now.”
I nodded again, too breathless to speak.
Then he was on the bed, his big hands pushing my thighs even wider. He reached beyond me for a pillow, and I huffed with impatience as he propped my hips on it to give him better access.
Then his lips were soft, gentle even, on my inner thigh, his beard tickling the sensitive skin there.
“Oh.”
It was unexpected and seductive.
And lulled me into a false sense of what was about to happen.
Suddenly, he gripped my thighs, pushing my legs up and open wider as he dragged his tongue through my wetness.
A cry of surprise slipped between my lips as I held his gaze.
His eyes had turned to smoke. “You are fucking soaked. This is what you need, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“Are you going to come for me, Silver? Are you going to explode around my tongue as I fuck you with it?”
I nodded, frantically. “Please.”
His answer was to push his tongue inside me.
“Oh my God!” I threw my head back at the sensation.
Then suddenly his tongue was gone. “I said look at me.”
My eyes flew back to his.
He scowled. “You keep your eyes on me as I eat you out or I stop.”
Remembering his earlier command, I nodded again.
He covered me with his mouth, his tongue searching until it found my incredibly swollen clit. He drew it between his teeth and tongue and sucked. Sensation ripped through me, and it took everything in me to hold his gaze as I cried out with the building tension.
I saw his satisfaction blaze in his eyes as he sucked harder.
“Ramsay!” My fingers clenched into the duvet beneath me.
He released my clit to push his tongue in me, his grip on my thighs bruising as he toyed with me. This wasn’t how it had been with my boyfriends who had gone down on me because I’d been kind enough to give them a blow job. This wasn’t a half-assed “returning the favor” moment.
Ramsay got off on this.
Got off on me squirming with building desire.
Got off on how wet and aroused I was for him.
His eyes flashed with triumph as his mouth and tongue moved over me.
The orgasm exploded.
Shocked by the intensity of it, I screamed.
Because I knew what that meant now.
Exploded.
Until that moment, I hadn’t.
But right then, it felt like every part of my body was splitting apart from the center, the pleasure zinging through every nerve as I unwittingly broke eye contact, my lower body shuddering against Ramsay’s face, my stomach muscles flexing uncontrollably.
When the aftershocks finally settled (and not fully—my inner muscles still fluttered like they knew they still needed to be satisfied by his cock), I melted into the bed.
I gasped as the pillow was ripped out from under my hips and Ramsay moved over me, reaching past me to his bedside drawer.
He pulled out a string of condoms and ripped one off, throwing the rest on the pillow above my head. My thighs spread without command as he moved between them, ripping the condom packet open.
With ease of practice, Ramsay smoothed the protection over his cock and then slid his hands under my ass to shift me up the bed. “Grab the headboard.”
I reached above me and wrapped my hands around the slatted frame, tugging my body up a little until I was more comfortable. “Did you build this headboard specifically with this in mind?” I teased.
Ramsay smoothed his roughened palms up my torso to cup my breasts. I arched into his touch as he brushed his thumbs over my nipples in teasing strokes. “I’ve never fucked anyone in this bed.”
Oh.
I didn’t know what to make of that.
His eyes gleamed. “But I can’t say I didn’t imagine tying a woman’s wrists to the headboard when I built it.”
“Do you … do you want to tie me to it?”
“Aye.” He squeezed my breasts. “Aye, one day. For now, you hold on to the headboard and you don’t let go. Or I stop.”
“I’m sensing a pattern,” I hissed as his cock brushed my sex.
“Aye …” He leaned down to brush his lips over mine. “And by how hard you came, suffice it to say, you fucking love it.”
My grip on the headboard tightened. “You know I do, you arrogant bastard.”
Ramsay grinned and sat up but only to take my thighs in his hands and lift my hips to meet his cock. Suddenly remembering how big he was, I tensed.
“Relax. I’ll fit.” He nudged into me slowly, his voice deepening to a growl. “You’ll take all of me, Silver, and love it.”
Yes, yes, yes!
“Tell me what you need.”
“Ramsay!”
“Say the words.” He stopped working into me. “Say the words.”
God, the man had an annoying amount of willpower. “I need your cock,” I huffed out.
“Where do you need it?”
“Inside me.”
“Inside where?” he teased mercilessly.
Oh God. My cheeks flushed. “You say it!”
Thankfully, he didn’t push me on it. “You need my cock in this tight wee pussy, is that right?”
My inner muscles squeezed, desperate to feel him. “Yes!”
With a grunt, Ramsay thrust into me, my swollen inner muscles clamping down on him like a pleasure-pain vise. My back arched, my hips rocking forward to pull him in as I cried out at the thick intrusion.
My grip on the bedframe bordered on superhuman.
“Easy,” Ramsay said gruffly as I tensed around him.
He was overwhelmingly thick.
“Just relax. Relax around me, Silver. That’s it.” His big hand smoothed down my thigh and gently urged my ass up.
“Oh!” The shift in position drew him deeper in. “Ramsay!”
“I know.” He bowed his head, not moving any farther. “Fuck, you’re tight.”
That was good, though, right?
“You feel amazing.” He pulled out ever so slightly, the muscle in his jaw clenching as his hot eyes met mine. “Your pussy’s heaven, Silver. God, I want to fuck you until I can’t see straight.”
“Then do it.”
“In a minute.” He rocked slowly in and out and my toes curled as pleasure zipped down my spine.
“Please,” I begged. I needed more.
“I will, but you need to get used to me first.” He kept up that steady, gentle rocking that tightened the coil of tension inside me.
Finally, I couldn’t take it.
“More!”
“Aye.” His eyes blazed. “You’re ready now. Hold on tight.”
He tugged my thighs around his hips, his grip unyielding, and then he began to fuck me. His teeth gritted, his cheeks flushing, his stomach muscles rippling as he drove in and out of me in powerful thrusts.
It was too much.
The sight of him, the feel of him, the scent of him. The way my breasts bounced vigorously with his rough fucking. The way his eyes roamed over my breasts and face, his hunger visceral and pouring into me. The thick drag of him in and out …
My climax ripped through me and Ramsay grunted as my pussy throbbed around him.
But he kept going.
He kept thrusting with a determination and stamina that floored me.
“You’ll come again,” he commanded through gritted teeth. “You’ll suck the come out of me with this tight wee pussy.”
My inner muscles clenched around him in response. “Ramsay!”
“Is this what you need?” He panted, his chest gleaming with a sheen of sweat. “You need my cock to fuck you into oblivion, Silver?”
“Yes!”
“My cock.” He lowered over me suddenly, one hand wrapping around the bedframe, while the other cupped my left breast and squeezed. His biceps strained against his hold on the frame as he snapped his hips harder, faster. “It’s my cock you need.” His breath puffed over my lips. “Say it.”
“Yours,” I gasped in agreement, drawing my thighs up around his waist as the tension tightened inside of me.
“My cum.” He pounded harder, his teeth flashing.
“Fuck, I’d give anything to come in you bare, woman.
Watch my cum spill out of your pussy.” His gaze dropped to between us, watching himself thrust in and out as his filthy words pushed me closer to climax.
“Look at you take me.” His gaze moved back to my face.
“The sweet wee princess likes to be fucked dirty and hard.”
Just like that, I shattered around him, my inner muscles throbbing with such force he grunted as I inadvertently pushed his cock out.
“Fuck!” His eyes widened and his hips snapped, thrusting back into me with a forceful push.
“Fuck!” His hands fell to either side of my head as he came, pumping inside me as I felt him release with a deep shudder into the condom.
“Fuck,” he muttered again, breathless. Then he ground his hips into me and met my gaze, his chest heaving. “Fuuuuuuck.”
I laughed breathlessly as I finally let go of the headboard. “I’m going to take that to mean you enjoyed yourself.”
Ramsay buried his head into the pillow by my neck, his chest still heaving against mine as I fluttered around his cock. Eventually, he lifted his head, and I turned to meet his eyes.
He seemed … a little stunned, actually.
I tried not to be too smug. “You, sir, have a very dirty mouth.”
His eyes roamed my face. “You liked it.”
“I did.” I blushed inwardly. “To my surprise.”
“I liked how much you liked it.”
“I got that impression.” I grinned. “Came hard, huh?”
Ramsay’s eyes gleamed with something that I might have called tender amusement on anyone else. “Look who’s the cocky one now.”
“Is this why you’re so taciturn in real life … you’re merely saving it all for sex?”
At that, Ramsay threw his head back in laughter and it was the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard.
I clenched around him and his laughter faded out into a groan. “You’re going to kill me, woman.”
Staring up at his handsome face, my body replete in a way I’d never experienced, I saw him laughing in my mind again. Felt the way the sight caused an ache across my chest.
Oh boy.
If I was going to kill him … Ramsay McRae was going to ruin me.