Chapter 19 Summer
NINETEEN
SUMMER
“Wait. What?” I whisper.
“I think,” Fraser says slowly, his accent thicker than usual, “it would be more fun if ye left them on.”
My heartbeat is pounding in my ears. “You mean—”
He slides his hand around my waist, pulling me to lean on him. I flop weakly against his front. “You want me to help you, baby?” he says in my ear. “To make you feel better?”
God. Yes. I fist a hand in his shirt. Dimly, in the back of my mind, a tiny voice pipes up.
You literally kissed Cameron half an hour ago. Should you really be sleeping with his best friend?
Fraser nuzzles me. The clutching ache inside me gets worse, and the voice is drowned out by more urgent matters. I nod frantically. “That would be fun. Very fun. Right now, please.”
He smiles. “Poor thing,” he murmurs. “How do you get yourself in these situations?”
“I don’t know,” I whine, my hips jerking uselessly over the toy. “Fraser—”
He slides one hand down my hip, squeezing. “Can I?”
In answer, I grab his wrist and shove it under my dress.
Shaking with silent laughter, Fraser gently cups me. “Baby,” he mutters when he feels the vibration, “how long have you had these on?”
I jerk in his arms, my body automatically trying to ride his palm. “Like…twenty minutes.”
His eyes close. “Shit,” he says. Ever so slowly, his thick fingers stroke up the drenched fabric of my underwear, giving me almost enough pressure. I lean closer, trying to grind against him.
He pulls his hand away, and I choke with indignation. “But—”
“You’re a wee bit overdressed, I reckon,” he says.
“Let me just handle that first.” He starts gently unbuttoning my dress.
I whimper as he lets it fall to the floor and leans back to admire my lacy lilac bra.
“My God,” he says, slipping a finger under the strap.
“Aren’t you just the bonniest thing I’ve ever seen? ”
“Fraser, I’m going to die,” I inform him. I genuinely feel like I’m burning up.
“No, baby. I’d never let that happen.” He peels the bra off so I’m standing in front of him topless. I cross my legs tightly, desperate for some kind of pressure. “Fraser.”
He cups my breasts slowly, his expression reverent. “Unbelievable.” He leans down and buries his face in my chest. I gasp, back arching, and he growls in approval. “You smell so sweet. God. Bet you taste sweet too.” He sucks one of my nipples slowly into his mouth.
My hands fly to his shoulders. “Please,” I choke out as he tugs at me with his lips. “Please, please, I really can’t do this anymore, I can’t—” I reach down to pull out the toy myself.
He grabs my wrist. “All right, sweetheart,” he says fondly. “No need to beg. Where’s the button on this thing, eh?” His fingers slip into my pants, fondling the vibe. My mouth falls open as the tiny toy suddenly accelerates, pummelling against me.
“Ah,” he says cheerfully, “there it is.”
I can’t answer. I can’t talk. I can’t breathe. My body spasms in his arms as my release starts to take over.
Fraser pulls me closer, brushing my hair out of my face gently. “You close, honey?”
I nod.
“Perfect,” he breathes, cupping me. “Ride my hand for me. I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”
I whine and rock against his palm, rubbing up against him desperately. My sex aches and clutches and flutters, desperate for release. My body tightens, getting closer and closer and—
Finally, finally, I come with a shout. I’ve been teased for so long that the orgasm slams into me like a freight train.
My vision goes white, and my legs fold under me.
I collapse against Fraser’s broad chest, scrabbling at his shirt as I gasp for air.
Fraser laughs, gathering me closer before I can fall onto the rug.
“Easy, sweetheart. God, you’re so gorgeous like this.”
I mewl, grinding frantically over his wet palm as pulse after pulse of pleasure blooms through me.
He groans with satisfaction. “Aye, that’s right, pretty girl.
Take what you need. You’re doing so good.
” His free hand strokes my sweaty hair back, and he dips to kiss my neck.
“So, so good,” he murmurs into the sensitive skin.
The soft touches of his mouth just drag out my release, sending electricity through my sparking nerve endings.
“God. I’ve never seen anything like this.
You’re stunning. Gorgeous, gorgeous girl. ”
Slowly, I come down from my high, shaking. The toy is still buzzing hard against me. I flinch in Fraser’s grip, overstimulated.
He kisses the top of my head. “Good lass,” he says. “Bet you feel better now you got that out of you, huh?” He tweaks the vibe. “Want this out?”
“Please,” I croak.
He kisses me long and slow as he draws the toy out of my underwear, switches it off, and holds it up. We both look at it. The pink silicone is drenched. Slowly, Fraser lifts it to his mouth, sucking my wetness off. His lashes dip. “Christ,” he mutters. “You taste…”
I’m suddenly very aware of his erection straining in his jeans, pressing against my belly. “Get in me,” I croak.
He bellows a laugh. “I swear to God, woman, you’re a dream come to life.
” He heads to the nightstand, fumbles inside, and pulls out a condom.
I start tugging at his clothes, unbuttoning his shirt, dragging it down over his shoulders.
It falls away, baring his chest, and I have to take a moment to admire him.
Fraser’s ripped. And not in the way I’m used to.
The influencer guys I’ve been with were all washboard abs and zero percent body fat, carefully maintained by a personal trainer.
Fraser is solid. His chest is broad and warm, dusted with curls of auburn hair.
It’s clear his body comes from good food and manual labour, not carb-free protein shakes and a fluorescent-lit gym, and that idea is unbelievably hot to me.
What could he do with all this strength? Pick me up? Toss me around? I’m practically drooling.
“You’re doing wonders for my ego right now, love,” Fraser murmurs as I run my hands down his chest, curling my fingers in the warm mat of his chest hair.
“You’re beautiful,” I breathe, and he lets out a surprised laugh.
“Well, thank you.” His laughter dies as I reach his belt buckle.
I look up at him. His eyes are all pupil, colour high in his face. “Can I?”
“I may die if you don’t,” he confesses.
I unwind the belt with shaky hands. He steps out of his jeans, and I stare in abject horniness at his thick thighs.
They’re even better than I could have imagined.
I want to climb on top of them. I want to ride them.
I want to lay my head on them and fall asleep.
Then he drags down his underwear, and everything in me stops.
He’s huge. His cock is long and thick, nestled in red curls. And he’s hard, his length flushed, his tip leaking. Without thinking, I reach for him.
Fraser clears his throat. “Jesus. Careful. I already had you wriggling up against me. Let me just—” He rips open the foil packet and rolls on the condom. I put my hands on his broad shoulders, trying to push him towards the bed, but he plants his feet.
“Nah,” he says. “Like this.”
Before I know what’s happening, his arms are around my waist, and he’s hefting me into the air. My legs wind automatically around his hips as he pins me up against the bedroom wall. I gasp, clinging to his thick biceps.
The position is perfect. I’m fully pinned against him, warm and covered all over. I wriggle as his hard-on presses against me.
“Okay?” he asks roughly.
“Yes,” I moan. He laughs, kisses my cheek, and carefully lines up with me, teasing my aching entrance. I whimper, hips jerking.
“Shh. I’ve got you.” He kisses my cheek again and slowly slides inside of me. After so much foreplay, there’s no resistance. My eyes fall shut as he fills me completely, his thick shaft cleaving me open.
He groans. “God. God.” He waits a couple of seconds for me to get used to the sensation of him. Then he draws back and thrusts.
I cry out. This isn’t an angle I’ve ever felt before. As he slams into me again and again, he hits me so deeply my body doesn’t seem to know what to do with itself. I writhe in his arms, digging my fingers into his neck as he thumps into my most sensitive spot over and over.
“That’s right, baby,” he hisses. “Scratch me up with those pretty nails of yours.”
I don’t think I could stop if I tried. Every time he thuds against my G-spot, electricity fires through me, making my body quake.
I close my eyes, letting my head fall back against the wall, and give in to the feeling.
Dimly, I register a hand curling around the back of my head, cushioning my skull.
For a few minutes, my world narrows to this.
Fraser’s scent, his strong arms around me, his skin slapping against mine as he drives into me over and over again.
I’m hurtling towards another release. As Fraser tilts my pelvis and drives into me again, lightning flashes outside, filling the room with bright, white-blue light.
For a moment, I swear I’m seeing the light of heaven.
I scream as I come, my back arching as pleasure floods through me. I hear Fraser swear as I clench down around him. He drops his forehead onto my shoulder and lets go with a rough shout, his body shuddering against mine.
For a long time, I’m just gone. Everything in me is warm and blank and singing. Eventually though, I start to come back down. I feel Fraser’s grip on my hips. I feel his panting breaths against my hair. Feel him turn to nuzzle my temple, his heart hammering against mine.
“I’m sorry,” I gasp. “That was all really weird. But amazing.”
Fraser makes a choked noise. His eyes are squeezed shut, his mouth pressed in a tight line.
Then he starts to laugh. Loudly. It shakes through me. After a moment, I’m laughing too. Because what even was that?
Ridiculous. Messy. Silly. But Fraser doesn’t seem to care one bit.
“Where the hell did you come from?” he asks, wiping his eyes. “Christ. You’re unbelievable. Okay for me to pull out, love?”
I nod, and he carefully withdraws and sets me on the ground. He tosses the condom, and then he’s back, kissing me hard. “Feel better?” he asks tenderly.
“Yes.” Another hysterical giggle bubbles up. “Thank you for your help.”
“Oh, anytime.” He wipes a thumb down my cheek, and it comes off black with mascara.
“God, am I a mess?” I bet all my makeup melted in the rain.
He grins. “Aye. It’s perfect. Come on, sweetheart.
I need a cuddle after that.” He nudges me towards his king-size mattress.
I curl up in his muscled arms as he draws the covers over us, his chest still rumbling with laughter.
His big body surrounds me, holding me all over, and I close my eyes, my brain hazed over with pleasure. I could happily die here.
Suddenly, thunder booms directly overhead. I vaguely hear the sound of crockery breaking in the kitchen. A horrible thought occurs to me. If I can hear the kitchen from here…
Oh no.
“Fraser?” I whisper.
“Hmm?” He nuzzles my cheek. If he were an animal, I swear he’d be purring.
“Do you think Cameron and Alec…heard all of that?”
His chuckle rocks through me. “Oh, absolutely. Right wee shouter, aren’t you?”
I groan, hiding my face in his chest hair.
Well, that will be fun to deal with in the morning.