Chapter 25
Dina’s heart was just about ready to beat out of her chest. Any minute Scott would be here.
She’d wanted to walk back to the cottage—their cottage—with him, but as they’d been about to leave, Eric’s rather tipsy father had cornered Scott into a conversation about his travels. Scott had tried multiple times to disengage himself, but once her own parents had walked over and got involved, there was no chance they’d get to leave together.
Dina had feigned tiredness and bid them all goodnight. Scott had glanced at her over the heads of the others, watching her leave with a hunger in his eyes.
I’ll be waiting, she had mouthed at him. But how long could she stand to wait? She was already slick between her thighs, her folds swollen, aching to be touched by him.
Dina stood in her bedroom in the cottage, the room lit only by moonlight. Of course the moon was full tonight. She was so full of magic she was ready to burst. After earlier, in the closet, she was a little worried about how it might come out. Those twinkling lights that had emerged when Scott had made her orgasm…that had been new.
But more importantly, it hadn’t fazed Scott. He hadn’t run away, or even looked afraid. If anything, Dina thought he liked seeing what he did to her, how far she lost herself when she was around him.
She couldn’t stand the feeling of this dress on her any longer. The only thing Dina wanted touching her was Scott’s hands. She unclasped the dress at the back, and began tugging the straps down from her shoulders.
“Undressing you is my job,” growled a low voice from behind her. Her body reacted to Scott’s presence. If possible, even the sound of his voice was making her wet.
“Come and do it then,” she whispered, her voice trembling. She heard him step toward her, acutely aware of his presence. The room thrummed with an invisible energy, like a thunderstorm waiting for release. His breath against the back of her neck; rippling shivers of anticipation.
Scott raked his fingers down the curve of her waist, roughly cupping her ass. She let out a whimper as he touched her, the heat of his hands on her sending her reeling.
“I need you out of this dress,” he said, his breathing jagged. His fingers undid the rest of the clasps, and the wisp of a dress fell to the floor.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You weren’t wearing a bra this whole time?” His mouth found the curve of her neck. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“You’d never have made it through the evening,” Dina replied, much more coolly than she felt.
Scott huffed a laugh into her neck.
“You’re right about that.” One hand curved around to cup her breast, the other slipping around to her front, fingers grazing the seam between her thighs, pulling aside her knickers. He didn’t touch her just yet, his fingers straying perilously close to her heat but at the last minute teasing away. Dina let out a moan of frustration at the almost-touches, arching her back, pressing her ass into Scott’s firm erection.
“Please,” she whispered. Scott had unlocked something in her. She knew in her gut that she could relinquish control to him. Dina spent her days being in charge, working hard. But here, with Scott, she could let it all go. He could be in charge. And damn if that wasn’t the hottest thing in the world.
“I need you,” she whispered.
Scott brushed her hardened nipple with his thumb until a shock of lust ran through Dina’s entire nervous system. It was like he knew all the ways to drive her insane for him.
“Will you beg if I don’t give it to you, Dina?” he whispered in her ear, sending a tremble right to her core. She would, she’d beg. With one rough tug he pulled her underwear off.
“Yes,” she hissed as he caressed the seam of her pussy, his fingers rubbing against her clit with just the right amount of friction. She wasn’t sure how long she could last.
When he plunged his fingers inside of her, Dina cried out. How could it feel so good? Had it ever felt this good with anyone else?
“Tell me, Dina. Is this all for me?” Scott growled against her throat.
“Yes, take it. Take me.” She shuddered as his fingers pressed deeper, as she rode the palm of his hand.
“So fucking wet,” he groaned. The hard press of his cock against her ass cheeks nearly sent her into a frenzy as he continued to fuck her with his fingers.
“Bend over for me so I can see you,” he said, and Dina bent forward, resting her arms on the bed.
Scott was gone for a split second, and as his fingers left her she already felt bereft.
“Please, please,” she moaned again, now on all fours.
“Such a pretty cunt,” Scott said, his voice breaking apart behind her.
Then suddenly the emptiness ended, and Scott’s mouth was there, licking, sucking at her pussy. Drinking her in. Dina let out a cry of pleasure as the tickle of Scott’s beard brushed against her folds.
He buried his face in her pussy, his tongue pushing inside her, flicking back and forth. And then his fingers were there as his mouth found her clit and sucked and kissed and then the orgasm broke through Dina, arching her back in pleasure, and she grabbed fistfuls of the bedsheets. Scott didn’t let up; he continued to hold her there, burying his face deeper into her seam.
“Good girl,” he said, lifting Dina back up as if she weighed nothing. She was glad to have his hands on her. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to use her legs at that moment.
She faced Scott, looking up at him through half-closed eyes. The aftermath of the orgasm still rippled through her in electric shockwaves. But she still wanted more, needed more.
She needed to be filled by him.
“Fuck me, please,” she begged, slick from seeing the way his beard shone with her. Scott craned his neck, his mouth closing over hers. She could taste herself on his tongue. This kiss wasn’t soft.
It was lust, firm and wanting and crazed with desire. Their bodies wrapped around each other, fingers teasing, holding each other like they were the last people in the world.
“Why are you still dressed?” Dina said, her breath mingling with Scott’s. An urge overcame Dina, and she sank down to her knees in front of him.
“Take off your shirt,” she demanded. Scott stared down at her, his eyes dark. He pulled the shirt off over his head, not even bothering to undo the buttons.
Christ, from this angle he looked like he’d been carved by the gods. Thick, packed muscle. Black hair that sprawled out from his chest, down to the waistband of his trousers.
Dina couldn’t drag her eyes away from him, as she unzipped his fly. His cock practically sprang out, the thick, pink tip pushing out of his boxers. She tugged those down too.
And there he was. Heavy, muscled, thick dark hair. The tip already wet. A groan emitted from the back of Scott’s throat as she took him in her mouth.
Dina wanted to be tantalizing. She wanted to tease him. But the moment she took him in her mouth, all of her plans broke down. She was desperate for him, she wanted to please him. Make him feel as good as he’d made her feel. Scott’s hand caught in her hair, pulling back her curls from her face.
“You look like a goddess. On your knees for me.” The way he spoke, that low, gravelly voice, it drove her insane. She sucked, moving her hand back and forth, taking him as deep into her throat as she could stand.
“Dina, fuck, Dina,” Scott said. She could feel his inhibitions falling away as he thrust into her mouth. She hadn’t known she liked that, Scott fucking her face, but she lovedit.
And then suddenly Scott’s arms were around her waist, lifting her up. Placing her on the bed, but not gently. He kicked off his trousers and boxers and then bent down, feeling for something in his pockets.
“I need you now,” he growled. “Can I have you, Dina?”
“Yes, yes,” she said, leaning back on the bed, shifting her hips so she was open for him.
“I need to get protection. It’s in my room,” Scott said, beginning to turn around.
“Are you clear?” Dina asked.
“I am, I can show you—Ihave a text on my phone,” he replied.
Dina shook her head. “I trust you. Scott.” She beckoned him to her. “I have the coil. We don’t need to use a condom.”
Scott reached for her, his strong arms tugging her onto his lap, the muscles of his thighs splayed out beneath her.
“Fuck, Dina,” he groaned as she took his cock in her hands again. Fuck, how was this thing going to fit inside her? “If you keep doing that I’m not sure how long I’m going to last,” he hissed.
“I need you inside me,” she said, and with those words, Scott lost all semblance of control.
He tipped Dina backward, her back flat on the bed, her legs raised against the front of his chest.
The tip of his cock teased her opening.
“You want to feel me, sweetheart? All of me?” Scott asked roughly, rubbing her clit with the velvet tip of his cock.
“ Scott, yes, ” Dina hissed as he plunged into her, and the shock of his size was electrifying. She nearly came then and there just from the sheer force of it. He took up all the space inside her, and more. Scott wrapped his body around hers, the hot, firm parts of him pressed against her, turning her limbs to jelly.
Each thrust sent her spiraling, and her thoughts dissolved. It was only Scott’s body and hers. Their mouths met, and as he thrust deep, Dina felt that this was it, this was as close as she could be to him. And still it wasn’t enough. She needed him, closer, closer. More. When Scott’s hand found her clit as he continued to drive inside her, each movement deeper, harder than the last, she lost herself again.
Dina couldn’t tell where she ended and where Scott began; it was hot and messy and every millisecond of it felt excruciatingly good.
“I want to see you,” he said, scooping her up and swinging her on top of him, so her thighs straddled his. “Ride this cock,” he ordered.
The command shivered through her deliciously. Dina was on top of him, and as he lay back she planted her palms on his chest, feeling the rollicking beats of his heart, knotting her fingers around the black curls of his chest hair.
This was all new; she’d never been on top with a man before. It had never really felt like there had been time for it, like the guy had always been chasing his orgasm, and having Dina on top would have been seen as a waste of time.
But not for Scott. He hissed with pleasure as Dina ground down on his cock, her hips thrusting back and forth, each movement sending a surge of delicious pulsing through her.
It was almost too much for her, taking him all like this. Scott gripped her ass, keeping her moving with him as the wave of pleasure rocketed over her, the jagged, raw orgasm rushing through her.
“Scott, Scott,” she whispered, and he was there. His huge arms wrapped around her, his chest pressed against her, rocking gently as pleasure throbbed through her.
“I can feel you coming. Come for me, sweetheart, come on this cock,” he hissed into her neck, licking up the sweat that beaded there.
Dina’s body felt like jelly—had she ever come this many times during sex? She had a mind to wonder if this was even possible, but then again, she hadn’t expected her magic to show itself in unexpected ways tonight.
She wasn’t just being held in Scott’s arms; she was safe there.
“I’m not done with you, Dina, not yet,” Scott growled, rolling Dina over to her hands and knees. Scott’s rough, calloused palms ran down her back, rubbing and massaging her ass cheeks.
“God, you’re so beautiful, how are you so beautiful,” he whispered, wonder in his voice. And then he pushed himself inside her, a perfect fit, and Dina melted away into a frenzy.
Each thrust seemed to push Dina deeper and deeper into a place that was warm and fuzzy and glowing with light. She didn’t have the words to name it. It didn’t have a name. Scott wrapped a hand around her, grounding her, his other hand slipping around her front and between her legs, teasing her swollen clit.
Dina let out a groan of pleasure; she’d thought her body was done but it showed no signs of stopping yet.
“Christ, Dina, I’m not sure how much longer I can hold on,” he panted, his thrusts quickening. “Can I fill you up? I want to fill your pretty pussy.” He bent over her so he could whisper in her ear, nipping at her earlobe with his teeth.
“Yes,” she begged, “inside me,” and that was all Scott needed to hear.
He let out a loud hiss of pleasure, his fingers rubbing Dina’s clit just right at the same time, and the orgasm broke apart, shattering over them. Like a rumble of thunder. A bolt of lightning.
The cottage went dark. They lay there, panting and holding each other as heavy drops of rain began to fall.