Chapter 23
Twenty-Three
When Keir kisses me and drags me to the flat stone area, I don’t exactly resist. I do the opposite, tumbling down beside him, breathless, eager for more. My hands curl around his neck and I pull his mouth against mine.
He tastes like clean mint and smells so incredibly good to me, I suck in deep lungfuls of his scent.
God, I’m finally going to have a man. Not a boy. Not some halfway thing that will leave me with questions afterward, pretty sure that I’ve still technically never had sex.
No, none of that will be a problem with Keir. And for the moment to arrive like this, brought forth by a man who looks at me the way Keir does… My entire body is suddenly alive, every nerve ending firing at once, all just waiting for his touch.
In this moment, I kiss Keir with a kind of desperation I didn’t even think was possible for me. I need him, need to feel him inside of me.
I’m swimming to the surface, knowing that air will only reach my lungs once I burst free of the dark water I’m surrounded by.
Keir seems to know just what I want, too.
He kisses me, hard and quick and breathless. Cradles my face as I reach my lips upward, demanding more.
Needing more.
Big, hot hands that partially undress me. He rips my shorts part of the way down my legs and my panties. The feel of his skin against mine, the way he knows just what buttons to push to make me writhe and call out his name…
Oh yes, I have built this moment up in my imagination. I’ve spent a lot of time anticipating every movement, every sound, every hot moment of ecstasy.
Never in my wildest imaginings would I feel this way for the very first time with a dark, dangerous man.
A beast.
I give myself over to the feeling of being taken by him.
As our lip touch, Keir growls at me, voicing his satisfaction.
Every time I move my arms around his neck or press my hips to his, his pleasure is obvious because he snarls at me in such a way that it makes the fine hairs on the back of my neck rise.
“God, you’re so fucking perfect. I’ve been thinking about how good this pussy would feel on my cock for weeks.”
My head falls back and I look at him, desire and a flutter of nervousness filling every inch of me. He looks down into my eyes with a smug expression.
“You’re so beautiful. So perfect.”
My breath catches in my throat. “You keep saying that. But I’m obviously not. You don’t have to lie to me.”
“I don’t ever lie.” He skims his lips along my throat and my eyes flutter closed for the briefest moment.
“I don’t have to, Ella. You’re na?ve and innocent and right here, waiting for me to touch you.
I have imagined this moment a hundred times already.
And I’m about to wring every bit of pleasure from your body, every last fucking drop. ”
My eyes widen. My heart beats fast under his clever fingers. “You are?”
“Oh, sweetheart. I can’t wait until I am buried so deep inside you that you forget your own name. I want you to drain every drop of cum from my body. But we should start at the very beginning of things, don’t you think?”
Keir runs his fingertips down my collar and looks into my eyes, his gaze intense and direct and probing. Keir’s eyes devour me, threatening to do dirty things. And I just have to give in and let him take me.
“Jesus,” he swears. “You are so fucking hot, Ella.”
I blush and struggle not to cover myself. He pushes my hands away.
“No. This is hardly the time for modesty. We’re in the middle of the woods in rural Scotland. This is the time to be as wild as you could possibly dream, sweetheart. Now come sit on my lap and grind on me.”
A blush sweeps my cheeks. My heart is pounding out of control. Keir is right though… This is my chance to let this man make me feel things I’ve never felt before. The thought of the ecstasy that I will feel edges out my nervousness and makes me feel bold.
I straddle his lap, my breath leaving me in a sharp huff. “Keir…”
“Shh.” He lifts his hips and grinds into my ass.
Instantly, I know exactly what fucking him will be like. My whole body goes taut, my nerve endings tingle, my pussy spasms.
“Fuck,” I whisper.
He kisses me and guides my hips, pressing my lower body down onto his cloth-covered cock. My mouth opens and I throw my head back. I clamp down on his lap and ride it for a minute, teasing him by putting my hands flat on either side of his head.
“Relax,” I whisper, lifting and lowering my hips. “Let me take the reins for a minute.”
I slide down a little closer to him. He shifts and his cock pops up between us, long and thick. Rocking my hips, I bump it a few times.
“Tease,” he accuses. He moves again so that his cock settles against the seam of my pussy.
I rock my hips again, stopping when my movement brushes the hard tip of his cock against my clit. A very soft moan pops out of my mouth.
His eyes sparkle with a dark kind of amusement. He readjusts his grip on my waist and thrusts his hips up. His enormous cock brushes that same spot again.
I whimper. My face reddens. I splay my hands out across his chest.
His lips twitch. He stops moving suddenly.
“You know what I want?” he asks.
I swallow, shaking my head slowly. “No.”
“I want you to touch your clit while you ride my lap.” He grabs my hips and picks me up, sliding his shorts down his thighs. His eyes shimmer with lust.
My throat works. “I—“
He drops me and my ass lands on his hairy thighs. We are skin to skin now, his cock pressing against my ass. My heart is thumping against my ribs. My eyes are open wide, my lips parted.
“Play with your pussy,” he growls, looking up at me. “Show me how you like to be touched, sweetheart.”
Oh god. Am I really going to do this? It feels naughty, but oh so good at the same time…
I have to move, spreading my knees a little wider and lifting my ass to give myself a few inches of room. Keir gazes up at me, hunger stamped across his expression. His hands are everywhere, my ass, my hips, my back, my neck.
He rips my shirt over my head and tears off my sports bra, making a noise when he sees my breasts. “Fuck! They’re both just so perfect…”
He cups them, licking and kissing them both. I groan and my pussy tightens.
I want him.
Wetting my lips with my tongue, I trail my fingers down to my clit. It’s swollen and needy right now, throbbing with every heartbeat. When I swipe my first two fingers over it, I almost stop breathing.
It feels good, obviously. But am I really supposed to touch myself like this with him right here? I feel his gaze on me as I circle the little nub.
What Keir is doing is far more interesting, in my opinion. He grits his teeth and works his hand up and down his shaft. I lean forward, biting my lip, trying to catch a glimpse.
His cock is enormous, not that it’s any surprise. It pokes out from his jeans, dark pink and veiny, thick and uncircumcised. He catches my wide eyed look and smirks.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. When the time comes, you’ll take the whole fucking thing in any hole I want. I’m going to take you apart, piece by piece. After I take your virginity, I’m going to come in your mouth and fuck your ass.”
My jaw drops. “Keir!”
He smirks. “Don’t worry. We’re starting slow.”
He reaches up, grabs me by the hair, and pulls my face down to his. His mouth finds my lips, plundering them mercilessly.
He pulls at my hair, kisses my neck, his fingers touching my clit for the barest second before they thrust inside my pussy.
He is a wildfire, a burning inferno.
And my response is to pull him closer, to step into the flames, to let myself be immersed.
I’ve never behaved like this before, so wanton, so completely wrapped up in the ripples of sensation Keir stirs with me. I throw my head back and arch my breasts toward him.
“Ella,” he grits out. “Look at me.”
Fluttering my eyes open, I can’t imagine what he’s going to say.
His fingers tighten in my hair. The look in his gorgeous blue eyes is wolflike, so needy that he seems inhuman. He bares his teeth. “I’m not done with you yet, little girl.”
My mouth opens, my breath escaping me in a moan.
“God, yes,” I whisper.
Here I am, practically begging him to fuck me. Under his heated gaze and his sweet, dangerous lips, I’m falling apart.
And I want more.
I never guessed that I could be with a man who called all the shots. Keir does it instinctually, as if he owns my body.
Owns my pleasure.
Vaguely I find myself hoping that this is what I’m supposed to be doing. Is this the way that I get Keir wrapped around my little finger?
God, I really hope it is. I throw my head back and cry out my ecstasy, gripping his shoulders.
“What a pretty sound that is, coming from your lips. If I could pick one sound to hear forever, it would be you crying out in pleasure,” he murmurs.
I swivel my gaze to meet his, dazed. Keir slides his fingers from my pussy, glistening with my juices. He leans down and captures my lips in a hard, merciless kiss.
I sigh into his mouth, ready, eager for more. The heat between Keir and me is fiery and passionate, burning up every single molecule of air around us. There is no room for anything else, no oxygen left except what he gives me.
At this very moment, I’m swept away by it, by the look in his eyes as he raises two of his fingers, brushing them over his bottom lip.
“I have fantasized about your taste, Ella. Almost every fucking shower I’ve taken has been filled with explicit thoughts about the juicy taste of your pussy and the way that your throat will feel around my cock. ”
My breath stills in my lungs as I watch him taste the tips of his fingers, his velvety tongue swiping them quickly, almost casually.
His head tilts back, his ice blue eyes sink closed. He makes the softest sound of appreciation.
“Fuck, Ella.” He gives his dark head a slow shake, opening his eyes and pinning me with his gaze. “You taste sweeter than I remembered. Like the fucking sunshine.”
I suck in a breath, my eyes locked on his mouth. “Will you… please…”