Chapter 33
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
IAIN
Fabric shifted. Feet pressed down on the hardwood floor.
Don’t . Iain breathed down deeply into the pit of his lungs, but he had no voice to deter the woman taking measured steps towards him. One, and then a second. His body was coiled too tightly with desire to think straight if Maisie came near.
His cock had been stuck at a semi, contained only by chequered sleep trousers, ever since she’d stepped out of the bathroom in her sage-green button down with the lace-trimmed shorts that barely covered her arse. Which was a problem when his entire body wanted to go to her and show her how a real man loved a real woman.
The caveman in him struck his chest and howled at the moon. But Iain didn’t want that part of him to overrule his head until Maisie was sure that she could take him, because he sure as hell didn’t do things by halves. He wouldn’t want to cause her pain because she wasn’t comfortable saying when something was wrong; there was no pressure on his end to do anything tonight.
Iain was yet to open his eyes, focussing on the hard floor under his back to keep the last threads of his restraint in check.
“You don’t need to have control,” Maisie’s silky voice said from above him.
Fu-uck yes he did.
“You said you need to do things slowly,” he reminded her. “I respect that.”
Finally, he peeled open his eyes. Maisie’s pupils were dark and wide, her full lips glistening.
“It doesn’t feel the same with you,” she said. “Most men I’ve had to beg to hear what I need, but you’ve been listening to me even when I didn’t say anything.”
It made Iain’s blood boil to hear such a thing.
Her generous breasts rose and fell heavily under the shiny material of her shirt. He had the perfect view of the entire length of her legs that she stood unevenly on, the ‘V’ where the apex of her thighs pressed together that made his cock twitch, her hair cascading around her shoulders in flame-red curls like a campfire in the forest, and the blush across her freckled cheeks as she said, “What I want with you goes against everything that I told myself I wasn’t in Wales to do. And I want you , Iain.”
Her knees bent, and in a flash his body levered up to catch her, but Maisie knelt slowly by his side instead of falling like Iain’s jump-started heart had thought. Fingers fisted in his white t-shirt over his chest as he held under her arms, trying to read every micro-shift in the starry-eyed expression on her features.
“I want you, Iain,” Maisie said again. “I want your fingers and your thighs and your mouth. I want you to see me and touch me and kiss me … Fuck me.”
Damn restraint.
He cupped her cheek in his hand, and he watched the sound of a whimper form on her lips. “If only you knew the things I’ve pictured doing with you, Daffy.”
Whatever she wanted from him, she could have.
Urges overtook him as Iain leaned forward to kiss her jaw then the corner of her mouth, trailing closer to her lips. He wanted her on her back and splayed out for him. He wanted her in his lap, grinding on him with her head tipped back. He wanted her however she commanded them to be.
But fuck, it couldn’t happen tonight. “I don’t have a condom, Maisie, so one of those things will have to wait.”
Her fingers searched down his body and found his thigh, brushing higher up into his groin. “You said that there were other things we could do.” She squeezed the hard muscle under her hand, and Iain grinned at the bite of her nails, pressing an open kiss to her jaw.
When he pulled away, his gaze tunnel-focussed on her hazy eyes, tilting her head upright in his palm. “Are you sure?”
“Iain, I think I’m going to explode if you don’t touch me right now.”
“There’ll be no more pretending,” he warned, the stream of his blood heating up under his skin.
“Good.” Maisie crushed her lips against his so hard he wondered where this woman had come from. This wasn’t the woman who sat with him on the beach front telling him quiet stories about her family. This woman was hungry. She was ravished for what she deserved to have.
Iain needed her closer.
“Where can I touch you?” He panted between kisses.
“Everywhere.”
That was exactly what he wanted to hear. He fisted her hair with both hands at the roots and gently pulled Maisie back. Annoyance for the interruption was like a feral little fox on her face.
“Get in my lap, Daff,” he said. “Sit on my cock.” Iain needed to feel her, but more importantly, he wanted her off of the damn hard floor.
Maisie’s breath hitched. Eyes locked with his, she climbed over and straddled his hips, hovering, her knees sinking into the blanket beneath them. A pulse of hesitance thrummed in the vein that flashed in her neck, so Iain lowered his lashes in a look that told her to sit the hell down.
Arms around his neck, the soft centre of her met the hardness of him. Iain wrapped his hands around her wide hips and pulled her forwards so they lined up completely.
“Oh my—” Maisie’s thighs jumped, squeezing around his hips, and he groaned as her warmth between them rubbed over his length. All of his length.
Stars hung in her eyes, and he said, “You didn’t see all of me when you spied on me earlier, then?”
Maisie’s full lower lip found its way between her teeth, the colour darkening on her cheeks.
Dropping his gaze, Iain circled his arms around her lower back and nudged his nose to her chest. “Can I play with these?”
“Yes. Yes ,” she said on ragged breaths.
Between the open collar of her shirt, he nuzzled her warm, freckled skin again. “Why don’t you take them out for me?”
Maisie grabbed hold of the back of his neck. “I should tell you what you’re getting here.”
His eyes pinched, and when he glanced up, she was staring behind him, looking far gone yet certainly not completely with him. “What do you mean?”
“I’ve got stretch marks,” she uttered. “My belly?—”
“Don’t explain yourself to me, Maisie,” Iain cut her off, locking his arms around her body and holding her tight. “I’m here for you. All of you. There are no conditions at all.”
As if he didn’t expect for her to be human. She wasn’t a teenager; she was a fully grown woman in a woman’s body. No scar or lump or bump could make Iain want to get off of this ride.
His insistence made Maisie snap her focus back to him.
“Now, do you want my mouth on these tits or not?”
Maisie unhooked her arms from his neck so her fingers could fly to the white buttons of the pyjama shirt.
“Slower,” he rasped.
The buttons popped open one by one. Her wide hips worked the slightest circle in his lap as she peered at his reaction – the way he traced his tongue over his lips as his eyes wandered over her smooth, exposed skin. His fingers curled in the fabric at her back and tugged, the sleeves sliding down her arms as the shirt fell to the floor.
Iain felt his own cheeks burn. He couldn’t stop his hips from punching up under her when she let him see her stomach and breasts; such fullness made his pyjamas strain even harder.
He dipped his head and licked up the centre over her breastbone, crossing the endless map of freckles up her chest that he’d been wanting to touch. Panting, Maisie’s mouth fell to his hair, fingers gripping him by the back of his head while her core ground wider circles over his aching cock.
They moved together as one, her rising chest matching the smooth roll of her hips, Iain’s torso rocking with her motion.
“Your hands are so rough,” she breathed as he spread his palms across her back, scaling her spine that bowed up to him.
“They would never hurt you,” he uttered, taking a slow swipe of her nipple with his tongue.
Her fingers fisted in his curls when she whimpered, “I— ah —like how they sting.”
“I thought you might.”
Her hand explored his shoulder whilst Iain’s travelled down and gripped her arse, pulling her forwards over his cock again. The coil inside of him was wound so tight, and the way that Maisie kept on moving sent all his awareness south.
“Keep riding me like this and I’ll make a mess of us,” he groaned into her neck.
“Bed,” Maisie panted.
Pulling his head back, Iain sought her eyes. “Are you sure?”
She nodded furiously. “For the sake of my knees, please.”
Some kind of rumble of a chuckle Iain didn’t think he’d ever made before left his lips. Maisie folded to her side, enough for him to get to his feet and offer his hands. Her eyes connected with the bulge in his pyjamas on her way up, and her lips rolled together boosted Iain’s pride.
His gaze slid behind her to find Ted judging them from his bed.
“Lie yourself down.” He squeezed Maisie’s hips.
“Where are you going?” she asked innocently.
“This is one thing Ted doesn’t get to join us in.” He had to find a treat to persuade his dog to leave his bed, then left both him and it in the bathroom once more with the door firmly shut.
Sitting on the edge of the bed with her hands wrapped over the lip of the mattress, Maisie snickered near silently when he returned. Iain didn’t want to hear any quip about his poor boy right now so stood in front of her, took his hands to the hem of his t-shirt, and raised it over his head.
Maisie’s chuckle turned into a gasp. Her thighs pressed together as her attention wandered over his skin. He was a little battered by life, a little scarred in places, but Maisie didn’t seem to mind. The lust in her eyes was as if she didn’t see those parts of him at all. And then that gaze fell a lot lower.
Her hand crept out through the air as if he were a hurt creature she was afraid to scare off. Her forefinger fitted in the divot down the centre of his abdomen, her teeth scraping across her lower lip as she spread her fingers out and dragged them down.
Iain let her peruse for a long moment, explore him however she liked if it’d make her feel comfortable with him. He was a big man, he knew he could be intimidating when he said nothing at all, and the last thing he wanted was for Maisie to be worried about any of that. Plus, it was nice to be admired and wanted for a change.
He was happy to stand here all night like a statue for her admiration, but he had other plans.
Reaching out, he took her nipple between his forefinger and thumb for her attention, smirking when Maisie’s eyes rounded and cut up the height of him.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” she said before he could get a word in.
Iain switched up the tactic he had planned. “So what are you going to do about it, Daff?” Challenging each other was the way it had always been.
Maisie’s hazel eyes darkened and Iain forced his body to wait for what she decided to do with him.
The heel of her palm dragged down over the narrowing trail of hair where his stomach flattened out, past the waistband of his pyjamas. Over the fabric, she brushed her palm around the tent his erection made and went straight for between his legs. Rotating her wrist, she cupped him, and his head fell back. Her touch was so foreign, but it felt so good. He’d grown used to his own pressure, the same rhythm of his self-pleasure. Maisie’s hand was different. Smaller. New .
She smoothed her palm over the underside of his shaft that couldn’t possibly get any harder, making him choke when she circled her thumb over the wet patch of fabric at the tip. Satisfaction looked like mischief in her eyes.
“ Fuck . Tell me how you want this,” Iain hastened.
“I’m not sure. I want this to be good for you too,” Maisie answered uneasily, though she didn’t need to worry about him at all when he was already half a pumped fist away from spilling without even truly touching her. “I’m just not ready to …”
“I don’t have a condom, and I won’t ask you to go that far without,” Iain reassured her. He’d been prepared for all other eventualities, just not this one. “You said you wanted my mouth?”
She gulped. “Yes.”
“Then lie down.”
Iain couldn’t take his eyes off her as she moved backwards on the bed and spread out, her head of red curls fanning around her on the pillows. She cupped her breasts and held them up on her chest, kneading at herself as he followed her and knelt, knees on either side of hers.
God, he adored the view from up here.
He soothed his palms in circles over her knees where the hard floor had made them red. Maisie tried to reach for his waistband, her eyes tracing him as though he were a piece of art she wanted to know every detail of, but she couldn’t quite make it.
“I knew you’d be needy.” Iain smirked, taking her outstretched hand and liking their fingers. The look in her eyes changed to something unsure, apprehensive, and he realised he’d touched that sore nerve she’d talked about last night.
“In the best way possible, Maisie,” he corrected himself to ease her mind, squeezing their linked hands. “The way that makes me this bloody hard for you.”
Her chin bobbed towards her chest. “I knew the way you’d meant it.”
“Good. You’re unsure about anything, you tell me.” Maisie sighed his name in response, and Iain tugged their joined hands. “Nah,” he cut her off. “I don’t care if I come or not – this is for you. You’ve put up with men who didn’t care for too long.”
She stared at him, her breaths slowing.
Then with one hand on the mattress, Maisie pitched up until she sat and could wrap her other palm around his neck to coax his head down. Her lips softened on his, gravity taking force when they both tumbled down together. His hands landed flat in the mattress on either side of her, and Iain exhaled a winded puff that made her chuckle.
Their faces hovered, cheeks pressed to one another’s.
“Thank you for saying that,” Maisie softly said, stroking over his bearded cheek in smoothing motions.
“You deserve nothing less,” he answered with as much tenderness. “Now, can I put that mouth on you that you so desperately wanted?”
Biting down hard on her lip, she nodded.
Iain wasted no time. He bent down and licked one nipple, then the other, feeling Maisie rise towards him as he gave each breast attention and worked his way lower. He pressed kisses all over her stomach and the silver stripes on her skin, letting his calloused hands run all over her curves.
With a nod from Maisie, they made quick work of her shorts, and he finally looked reverently at all of her laid out so bare. He encouraged her thighs to part, running his hands up their insides that were evidently ticklish when Maisie shivered. He clocked each of her reactions as he moved and bowed and positioned himself flat to kiss her hip.
Her eyes drifted closed. “Iain …”
Iain smiled at her bliss, the soft noises coming from her lips. One leg cocked and his still-solid erection pressing into the bed he made himself fit onto, he could look up at her like this all night, straight over her stomach and through the valley of her breasts to the flush that reddened her skin.
He moved his lips in slow kisses towards her centre, letting his beard scratch her just a little bit. His fingers swept up her outer thigh and over her stomach to meet him in the middle where he paused. Maisie tilted her chin down to look at him.
“You’re going to take every bit of pleasure I give you, Maisie,” he vowed. Her lips parted. “Starting with this?—”
His finger slid up from her entrance to her clit.
“Oh my god,” she cried out on a whisper.
Iain’s hips punched to thrust his length against the sheets through his pyjamas. “ Fuck —how long have you been so wet like this, Maisie?” His fingers came up glistening.
“All day, it feels like.” Maisie panted, moving her legs so they were bent on either side of him. She had to open wide to fit around his shoulders, and Iain’s veins swam with smugness at that.
Every inch of him cried out to taste her, touch her, be inside of her. He tested the circular pressure of his thumb to her clit and enjoyed watching her lay back blissfully, lazily running her hands over herself.
“You look so damn incredible like this,” he said.
Maisie flashed him a cheeky smile. “So do you.”
Iain chuckled like the bastard he was, his hot breaths catching her by surprise when they hit this warm place he teased with his thumb. If he’d have known that this is how he’d end up tonight, then he’d have told her how much she was the only one he cared about a lot sooner.
He licked his lips, his gaze raising up through his lashes to memorise Maisie’s soft, pleading expression when he opened two fingers in a ‘V and parted her. He knew what she wanted – what he’d promised.
Iain’s grin was wicked, purposefully scratching his beard lightly on her inner thigh again – to which Maisie hummed in appreciation – before he gave her what she needed.
It didn’t take long after his tongue finally tasted her to have Maisie gasping. She tucked her hand under her stomach and held herself to give him more access, and the high-pitched sounds that he worked out of her made him glad that they were in the middle of nowhere. She could be as loud as she fucking wanted out here, gripping his hair like he was a damn saddle for her to circle her hips upon.
Iain broke his lips from her, her wetness dampening his beard, to ask, “Do you want to ride my hand?”
Her lungs couldn’t keep up with how she tried to speak. “I … I can’t — I’ve never …”
None of that, Iain thought. Talk to me.
He kissed her inner forearm near his head. “I’m right here, Daffy, I’m not going anywhere. Tell me what you need.”
And if what she was about to say was that no man had ever pleasured her well enough with his fingers, well then he was going to be mad on her behalf.
Her fingers stroked a rhythm in his hair like she was soothing herself. “I haven’t ever not had to fake it that way,” she said, her eyes losing their shyness. “But I want you to try.”
Iain knelt back up for a second to kiss her cheek. “It’d be my pleasure.” Balancing, he ran his hand down her side. “Don’t try to force an end; we have all night, Daffy.”
He’d promised her patience, so patience is what she’d get.
“You’re being left out,” Maisie said whilst working her palms over his shoulders and down his chest, her fingertips ruffling the coarse hair Iain kept trimmed there.
“Trust me, I’m not.” The constant buzz in the base of his stomach was stimulating enough. “But I know what we could try instead if you want to,” he suggested.
Her features shifted eagerly. “Tell me.”
There are other ways that we can enjoy one another.
Smirking, Iain shuffled himself off the bed. Her gaze snagged and stayed where his fingers swept under the waistband of his pyjamas, toying with the fabric just to see the anticipation on her face.
He took one of the pillows and offered it. “Put this beneath your hips.” She did with a couple of bodily twists. “Put your legs together.” He stroked himself over his pyjamas whilst she did that too.
“Are you just going to watch me?” Demurely, Maisie twisted her hips, and Iain watched her thighs slide together like her subconscious enjoyed her view. The wetness of her was still in his beard, and she had the audacity to make him want to dive down there and latch his lips to her again.
“No.” He folded his hands in the waistband around his hips. “You’re going to take my cock between your thighs.”
Iain pushed his pyjamas down and let them fall to the floor. Maisie’s inhale hitched a sharp sound that made him feel tall, and something like that caveman batting his chest began again. Her fingers absently circled her breast as she took all of him in.
“I definitely didn’t see that earlier,” she breathed, her eyes glued to his full length as he gave himself a few fisted pumps.
“I’d hope that would be memorable,” Iain remarked.
“Definitely … definitely is.” Maisie’s open expression was adorable and puzzling, like he was the last blueberry muffin that she’d been waiting for all day. It all pointed to the fact that she had never been with a man like him, and damn that made him proud. Made him more determined to do everything right.
Her excitedly curling lips made him shake his head, resisting his own stupid grin. “You don’t need to stroke my ego, Daff.”
“Well give me something else to stroke then.” Maisie reached out her hand with a come-hither gesture.
Laughing to himself, Iain set his knees on either side of her, folding forwards so they were eye to eye, his thumb pressing to the corner of her mouth. God, she was so magnificent. He didn’t care if he got to finish tonight so long as she was satisfied.
He’d shown her the stars last night, now he wanted to give them to her instead.
“Are you okay with this?”
“Mhm.” Her warm hands trailed down his ribs, beyond his hips, reaching to twirl fingertips over his ass. “This is very nice.”
His mouth inched closer to hers. “It is, is it?”
Their hot breaths mixed. “Very sturdy.”
Their lips met in a long kiss that made Iain’s skin feel as though it seared under a Mediterranean sun he’d never felt. Maisie splayed her hands on his back and tugged him down, but he stopped himself before they collided.
“I’m a heavy man, Daff, I don’t want to squish you,” he told her.
“I want your weight on me. I want it – please .”
Her begging seemed to come from more than just lust – like feeling his body on hers was something she yearned for. Iain could understand; he’d been alone too for such a long time.
Thighs bracketing either side of her legs, he didn’t give Maisie everything of his weight, but enough to satisfy her need and keep him from worrying he’d hurt her. She pressed her hands to his back and hugged him closer; chest to chest, stomach to stomach, warm skin to warm skin.
God, she felt so amazing.
Iain kissed her jaw and mouth, tongues gliding over one another’s, and a rhythm started between them as their hips rolled together. Underneath his cock pressed into her stomach, and the touch of her skin there made Iain’s mind quieten.
They didn’t need to rush the friction that built between them.
“Iain …” Maisie tipped her head back and sighed, exposing her neck to the press of his mouth.
Iain curled his arm around her head for leverage as he brushed his hand between them, all the way to where his hardness had not ebbed. Already, he was too sensitive. Angling himself to nudge his tip between her thighs, the roll of her palm over the lowest point in his spine urged him to give her the rest.
He punched his hips down and his cock rubbed over her clit, sliding so easily. The tip teased and nudged her entrance, taunting them both to pick up the pace.
“Mh—” Maisie moaned, and Iain took his cue from the undulation of her hips for how fast she wanted him to go. He drew up, savouring the slide of her wet centre over his cock, over and over.
It was so intimate how they breathed one another and clung as if the moment would suddenly disappear.
Maisie’s hips rose and worked with him, the seam of her thighs and her core squeezing around him as he pumped back and forth.
“Shit, you’re squeezing me so tight,” Iain rasped. Sweat built up around his brow and down his spine, and the damn bed that fit them much better like this groaned underneath them.
“That feels so good.” Maisie pushed her breasts up against his chest, and his hard nipples rubbing over her skin made him groan himself.
Iain let himself look at her – at how her lashes fanned out against her red cheeks, how her mouth stayed in a perfect ‘O’ and her tongue traced her lips. He turned his nose into the column of her neck and dragged his teeth down with his thrusts, getting high on the sound of his thighs slapping hers.
All the inhibitions he’d had before didn’t matter anymore.
He was tired of hiding.
Tired of his one-man island.
“Think about me fucking you one day,” he said in her ear. Her nails scraped down his back in response. “Your legs around my waist. Your name on my tongue as I suck these perfect tits of yours in my mouth.”
Maisie gave a low, ragged laugh. “You could do that now.”
His mouth wide open and grinning, Iain arched his spine to drag his tongue down one breast.
From there on everything was simple – uncomplicated. He didn’t know why she’d ever been called ‘work’ when she fell apart like sand through his fingers. Her sounds became louder, her body drawing up tight ready to release. Arms wrapped around his shoulders and back as his lungs hurt to breathe. She whispered for him to keep on going. Stay right there. Like that.
Iain combed her damp hair away from her forehead. “That’s it beautiful, you’re nearly there.”
Maisie’s hips stuttered, grinding side to side, and his cock pulsed in warning.
“I’m right— Iain … ” Her voice shook. Thick thighs started to quiver around him.
Shit, that felt fantastic.
Iain slowed his hips and sank himself all the way between her thighs, his pelvis flat with hers, the tip of his cock nestled against her opening where he gently let himself nudge. Maisie ground herself against the topside of his shaft, swirling as she panted. He watched the rapture be unleashed in her eyes and her body shiver.
One little nudge that notched his tip inside of her, and Maisie jerked and cried out as she came.
“Well done, Daffy – take it,” Iain coaxed her through the comedown that eased slowly.
It took all his strength to wait for just two seconds more before he pulled up and sat back on his heels, fist wrapped around himself jerking hard. He hissed through his teeth as the edges of his sight blurred, feeling the tense sensation build until he couldn’t control it anymore; Maisie cupping between his legs and fondling pushed him over the edge.
Groaning on the edge of stars, he tipped forwards and flung his hand to the bed to catch himself. Maisie’s fingers danced along his neck, her tongue tracing up the other side, and he was gone. Every sense heightened too far.
Dripping with sweat, both watched his release cover her stomach.
Her thumb swiped across his mouth, and he lifted his chin to meet her dreamy eyes.
“That was amazing,” she said.
“It’ll be even better next time,” Iain promised.
Maisie shook her head. “It was already enough.”