Chapter 9
Nairie
After the hike, something between William and I shifted, and the ride back home was filled with anticipation and tension.
Maybe it was the viral video of him looking at me like I was a tasty snack (which I immediately saved to my phone). Or it was the fact that both of us opened up on that mountain.
But it was getting harder to excuse his behavior toward me as just friendly. We went our separate ways at the house and got ready for the rest of the day. Elspeth was already at the pub, and William would shortly follow. Since it was my day off, I was going to draw and bring them both lunch later.
Luke texted me wanting to come over, and I knew it was time to break things off.
So I waited for him to pull up as I prepped in the kitchen.
William was taking a call in the living room, and hopefully, he wouldn’t witness my first breakup.
My confessions to him on the hike made me feel raw and vulnerable enough.
Luke pulled up in his obnoxious Tesla wrapped in holographic vinyl. He got out of the car and looked moody but still ready for a photo shoot in the off chance a paparazzi was hiding in the bushes.
I wiped my hands and went out to meet him by his car. I looked back to find William watching me out the front window, still talking on his phone. I silently motioned for him to turn away, but I could still feel his eyes following me as I walked up to Luke.
He leaned against his passenger door on his phone and avoided eye contact even though I stood right in front of him.
“Uh, hi.”
“Hi,” he huffed with one hand still in his pocket.
“Are you mad at me?”
“You could say that.” He crossed his arms in front of his chest. “I woke up to BellaBoo’s video going viral.”
“Oh, that.” I looked away, slightly embarrassed.
“Yeah, and I’m not even in it.”
“What?”
“You knew how much it meant to me to get in one of her videos.”
“How is this my fault?”
“You and that guy got in the way!”
“First of all, you can only see the back of my head in that video. And we didn’t ask to be filmed. I thought maybe you’d be mad that I was talking to another guy or something.”
“I don’t care if you talk to other guys. You know how many girls I’ve been seeing?”
My stomach roiled. “Ew, okay, this is over.”
“Wait, wait, wait!” He grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to his chest.
He pressed his hands firmly against my lower back, and I squirmed to put some space between us.
“I’m sorry, okay. Can we just start over? I want to recreate that video with you. See if I can get some hits on my page too.”
This guy was the worst.
I pushed against him. “Get one of your other girls to film it with you.”
“I’ve tried, but it doesn’t work! I think you’re the missing piece. Come on, I’ll even pay you.”
He slid his hands down to squeeze my ass, but I slapped him.
Luke spluttered and freed me, but then I felt two large hands on my shoulders.
William gently placed me behind him.
His lethal gaze was locked on Luke. “It’s time for you to go.”
Luke looked at William and me, then scoffed. “Whatever, good luck with her man. She’s a prude anyway.”
In the blink of an eye, William’s fist collided with Luke’s nose, and Luke crumpled in a heap against his car. “What the fuck!”
“Get off our property.” William turned and grabbed my hand, dragging me back inside the house as Luke wailed.
As soon as he closed the front door, he caged me in against it.
“Are you okay?” His breath was labored, and he looked anguished.
My eyes darted between his, which seemed darker than usual.
I was so turned on that my response was filled with need. “Yes.”
William gripped my waist and seemed to growl as he slowly grazed his nose against my neck.
“Tell me to stop.”
His warm mouth was against my skin, and my whole body trembled.
My heart was beating furiously, and I gripped his broad shoulders, his T-shirt bundling underneath. “Fuck, no.”
In a swift move, William leaned down and lifted me in his arms so I was straddling him against the door.
His lips crashed against mine, and I couldn’t think.
Sparks flew. Angels sung. And my panties were on fire.
His beard rasped against my soft skin, and his strong, wet tongue invaded my mouth with expert precision, making my toes curl.
I breathed in his masculine scent and felt like I was transported to some drunk state of arousal.
I clasped his thick neck, and the heat of his skin seeped into my palms. He grunted, and I moaned as if we’d been starved of each other’s touch.
His kisses were firm and hungry, and I matched his energy.
I didn’t feel shy anymore. Quite frankly, I didn’t know who this bitch was, but she was a passionate sex goddess wanting everything he could give her. This kiss was everything I imagined it would be and more. He knew exactly what to do, and tingles lit up my body.
He moved us from the door and started walking up the stairs with me still in his arms, our mouths fused together like our plane was going down. It was on. This was happening.
He sat on the edge of my bed and positioned me so I straddled his lap.
With one hand firmly gripping my hip, he dragged the other one behind my neck as we continued kissing. His hard length pressed against me from behind his jeans, and I almost paused. Of course, the man would be well endowed.
I fisted his shirt and followed my instincts, rocking my hips forward and rubbing myself against his steely erection.
I moaned against his mouth as he massaged my tongue with his.
He pulled me tighter against him as I continued to rock against his cock, his lips moving against mine in a steady rhythm.
Feeling bolder than ever, I covered one of his hands with my own and dragged it to cup one of my breasts. William lightly nipped my lip and squeezed my ample breast, stroking his thumb against my hard nipple, and I moaned, letting my head drop.
Collecting myself, I took control of our kiss. My mouth moved with more confidence as I put everything I felt into this moment, hoping he would understand.
A low grunt emanated from William’s throat. My hips moved faster, and his large hands traveled down my back and squeezed my ass.
I glided over his big, hard cock and felt a thrill of excitement. William’s dick was hard because of me.
William slowed down the kiss, his mouth moving in a hypnotic rhythm. It was the kind of kiss that made you forget about all other kisses, and I was grateful.
Our tongues moved in perfect harmony, and I took the opportunity to let my hands explore what I’d only imagined for the past decade.
I traveled down his neck and rested them on his strong chest. A magnetic heat radiated off him, making his intoxicating woodsy scent fill my lungs. His pecs flexed beneath my hands, in rhythm to the squeezing and kneading of my cheeks.
The sheer strength of him made me dizzy with need, so I rocked myself harder against him. Watching him punch Luke shouldn’t have been as attractive as it was, but I loved getting to witness him lose control.
William moaned and guided my hips at an angle and pace we would both enjoy.
William’s gravelly voice was strained. “You like grinding on my cock?”
His dirty words sparked a burst of fire inside me. I licked my lips and eagerly nodded.
William laid me down at the head of the bed and hovered over me. I angled my head to the side to take our kiss deeper, bridged my hips in a thrust, and ran my hands through his hair, gripping at the roots.
William broke away and let out a frustrated moan. “Jesus, love.”
I beamed. “I’m glad it seems like I know what I’m doing.”
“What do you mean?”
I stiffened, afraid that he would stop kissing me once he found out how inexperienced I was.
His lips were swollen from my kisses, and his hair was wild. I was proud that he got this way because of me. The fact that I had this effect on him at all was fascinating. It made me feel powerful, feminine, and sexy beyond belief. Lying to him at this point was futile.
“I’m still a virgin, but I want this with you.”
William blew out a breath and looked down at me, indecisive about what to do next.
I held his cheek in my hand. “I want you to fuck me, William.”
His eyes dilated, and he grabbed his shirt from behind, lifting it over himself. He was beautiful—scarred and muscled. He looked like he was made to kill, his tattoos dark and menacing, but I knew him better than that.
The same hands that hit Luke were now delicately lifting my dress over my body, brushing a lock of my long hair away from my face as I lay back down.
I was nervous about the way my body looked in front of him.
I didn’t have a flat stomach or a thigh gap, but the way William’s eyes roved over me was nothing short of admiration.
Thank god I wore a matching lace set today. It hardly hid anything at all, and his gaze turned ravenous.
He kissed me again, but this time, I felt every part of him more acutely.
The warmth of his skin against mine, his chest hair lightly brushing against my sensitive nipples, the denim from his jeans rubbing against my sensitive folds.
He ground himself against me, and I gasped at the contact.
He thrust in time with our kissing as my hands greedily trailed over every ridge of his hard stomach, his firm chest, and broad back.
The cool metal from the medallion on his necklace bumped against my breasts, and I wanted to brand myself with it.
Slowly, William traced his fingers from my collarbone down to my breast. My thin lace bra almost let him feel all of me as he squeezed gently, running his thumb over my nipple back and forth, lightly pinching until I was writhing beneath him.
William captured one of my breasts in his mouth and ran his warm tongue over the thin fabric until it was damp.
Then he dragged my bra lower until my breasts were free and propped above it.
William slowly placed his hand over my mound, and my hips bucked in response.
I gasped and gripped William’s bicep. He watched me intently, reveling in every reaction to his touch.
William hummed in appreciation. “So responsive.”
He traced his fingertips over my slick seam deliciously slowly. I couldn’t believe I’d waited this long to feel this good. He was making me feel things I never thought were possible. Every sensation was heightened. I had some experience masturbating, but William knew me better than I knew myself.
Gently, he pushed my panties to the side and glided his fingers between my lips, spreading my slick wetness around as I arched my back. He let out a grunt of satisfaction close to my ear.
He slowly raised his fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean. “No one’s ever tasted you before?”
His Scottish brogue was thick with lust as his hot breath tickled against my ear. I shook my head, and William smirked.
He captured my mouth and slid my panties completely off.
Before I could even process his next move, he was trailing hot kisses down my body. He hooked his arms underneath my knees and gripped my hips, spreading me wide open. Dragging his nose gently up my folds, he inhaled deeply. If I wasn’t so turned on, I’d be embarrassed.
He slowly and gently lapped at the left side of my mound and then the right. I cried out and clutched the sheets. It felt unreal, like I was some delicious dessert and he was savoring every taste.
William spread my lips with his fingers and ran his flat tongue along the whole length of my seam. He hovered over my clit and blew cool air, increasing the sensation until I felt his tongue again. He circled my button gently at first, luxuriating in how loud he could make me scream.
Swirling his tongue around my clit with rapid motions, he quickened his pace and slowly inserted his finger in my opening.
Despite the stretch, I gave in to it, reveling in the new sensation.
His beard rasped against my sensitive skin while his tongue and finger worked in unison.
He seemed to be enjoying it just as much as me.
His moans and grunts vibrated against my skin as his tongue explored my depths.
My fingertips tingled, and a crackling fire built faster and faster within the pit of my stomach.
His mouth moved up and down against my folds, making an illicit, slippery sound. The pressure built faster, and as William gently sucked on my clit, I found my release.
He slowly ebbed the rhythm of his finger with the tempo of my orgasm before lifting his head from my core. I was sprawled out on the covers, completely immobile and staring at the ceiling. I truly saw sparks as the euphoric sensation spread throughout my body.
William smirked with pride and kissed me, whispering, “Taste yourself, love.”
I let my tongue explore his mouth and tasted my arousal on his lips. It was feral. Only this man could make me feel this way.
He lay down next to me, and I traced slow circles on his chest until our breathing returned to normal. I looked up at him, waiting to see what he’d do next, but his eyes remained closed.
I moved my hand toward his hard cock, but he stopped me. “I want to . . .”
William smiled and kept his eyes closed. “I know, love. Just sleep for now.”
I wanted to protest, but my muscles felt like Jell-O, and before I knew it, I fell asleep.
When I woke up, I was alone. If this was another dream, I was going to be pissed. But I was still naked, and William’s love bites decorated my skin.
I checked my phone to see if he had left any messages, but there was nothing.
Feeling incredibly self-conscious, I quickly got dressed and debated on still going to the pub to bring him and Elspeth lunch.
But it was late now, and choosing cowardice, my default setting, I stayed home to stress clean and overthink everything we’d just done.
Why would William leave without saying a word? And why didn’t he want to get anything in return?