Chapter 20 #2
Ella snickered then returned to her exploration. This time, I lifted onto an elbow and watched my cock disappear into her mouth. I reached out and ran my fingers into her hair, taking control of her head. Guiding her movements.
Getting the most incredible blow job I could imagine.
“Oh fuck,” I told the ceiling when it became too much and I couldn’t watch anymore.
Ella hummed, and it nearly sent me over the edge.
“Not coming like that,” I growled, and I rose, flipping her onto her back.
I dropped a kiss on Ella’s thigh. I pushed her legs wide apart and kissed higher until I met the centre of her.
So fucking wet.
“You like the piercing,” I stated. I licked her, long and hard, loving her taste.
“Yes. I want you to fuck me with it. I want to know how it feels. But…”
“Not tonight,” I finished for her.
She nodded, maybe relieved.
“I’ve got you, don’t worry,” I added then reared up and brought my mouth to her nipple again.
And fitted my cock between her legs.
I sucked her and slid my hardness over her slick softness at the same time.
Ella gasped and rocked her hips.
I repeated the move, fucking over her sweet pussy, but not entering her. Teasing her clit, parting her with my cock.
“God, that feels good.” She moaned.
Her nails bit into my shoulder blades, and I groaned at the pain.
Angling my cockhead, I used the piercing on Ella’s clit. Bumping over it again and again. Picking up speed. Breathing hard.
Sitting back, I kept up the move but slid two fingers inside her. Then I dragged one through her wetness and over her ass, holding her down with my other hand at her hip.
Ella gripped me like her life depended on it. “Don’t stop! Never stop.”
I worked her hard, an onslaught of pleasure, as good for me as it looked to be for her.
“Oh God, oh God,” she chanted. “Gonna come. Fuck, G.”
I pushed at her rear hole, riding her relentlessly.
Her internal muscles clamped down on my hand, and she moaned out my name, grinding into me.
One hand shot out, and she took hold of my cock, holding it exactly where she needed. Rubbing it right into her clit.
Her sobs filled the room, her orgasm loud and proud.
Grasping both her hips now, I kept up the rhythm for a few strokes longer, teetering on the edge.
My movements staggered as my own orgasm hit, fast and unexpected.
“Ella!” I yelled.
She gripped me harder.
Shocks hit me in lightning strikes.
Then I came like a fucking flood. My cock jerked, come spilling, covering Ella’s belly and breasts, dripping onto her thighs. Making a mess of her as I saw out my pleasure.
I dropped my forehead to her shoulder, trying to centre my spinning head.
“Fuck,” I mouthed against her skin.
A wave of pure satisfaction rolled over me. It weighed me down, and I cloaked Ella like a blanket. With reverence, I nuzzled her neck, and she became the centre of my world. I’d never felt this good, this content. Everything was perfect.
Then realisation dawned.
I jerked up. “Please tell me you’re on the pill. That’s gone everywhere.”
The lass giggled, a beautiful sound. “Implant. I’ve got it covered.”
“Thank God. I didn’t think. I got carried away.”
“Hey, it’s okay, G. I don’t want babies either.”
I felt around for my t-shirt, then used it to mop up the mess I’d made.
My sudden panic lingered.
I had never, ever slacked in that area. Always using condoms. Always safe.
“You make me crazy. I never want to do anything stupid with you,” I said, pulling my boxers on.
Ella rose. “That scared you,” she said then climbed onto my lap and huddled in. “Pretty much everything about you scares me, so that makes us equal.”
I watched her mouth. “I scare you?”
“What you do to me. How it makes me feel.”
I wrapped my arms around her and tucked my head down. “That makes two of us.”
We sat together in the cool darkness. Too close to a subject that could slice us open.
If I told Ella how I felt, and it wasn’t the same as what she was talking about…that shite would hurt. Even so, I had to trust her.
Before I could even think of a way to start, Ella spoke again. “I had hardly anyone for a long time. So making claims…”
“Touches on something deep down and broken. I know exactly how you feel.”
Then she gave me a meaningful look and stretched to pull her hair into a ponytail. I followed her movements. Then I saw it. Ink on her perfect skin.
A tattoo?
I gaped, and craned my neck to see better. “It’s a stag.”
“Don’t ask about it. Not yet. Just file it away with the conversation about making claims.”
Ella’s vulnerability was clear. She’d had a tattoo done, a beautiful wee design that suited her perfectly. It suited me. It looked like the McRae stag from our coat of arms but done in a delicate watercolour.
Fuck.
My heart thundered. All the ink I had, yet one elegant piece on a lass’s neck, and I was floored. She’d had it done for me, claiming me. I fucking hoped so anyway.
She dropped the ponytail and continued, “James and I are closer now, but it’s been hard going. We were separated for so long. The times I did see him as a child, he was further and further from the big brother I knew. Richard tried to make him in his image. Selfish and superior.”
She shivered. Shifting, I moved us up the bed and dragged the quilt around us. With her back to my chest, I held her close, spooning her, then laid a kiss on the tattoo and nudged her to continue her story of all her broken pieces.
“I had Taylor, then I didn’t. Then I had to build a relationship back up with James.” She drew my arm tighter around her. “This is a really terrible thing to say, but I didn’t trust him. Not for a long time. Beth bridged our conversations because neither of us knew what to say to each other.”
“And now?”
“Something changed. Maybe Sebastian coming along. It proved to me that James is there for his family. Nothing of Richard remains.”
“You have your family back.”
She inclined her head against my arm. “It doesn’t heal all the crap in our past, that scarred part, but it’s more than I could’ve dreamed of a few years ago.” She traced a finger through the hair on my forearm. “And then there’s you.”
“Then there’s me. Who pushed you away, too.” I was such a dick for walking away from her. My chest ached, and I buried my face in her hair, my fingertips on the tattoo. My new obsession.
“No, no. That isn’t what I meant. I’m just… I want to give you space to talk.”
I saw what she was doing. Exposing the dark place she’d come from. Some small understanding bloomed in me that this was how we made a real connection.
“What do you want to know about me?”
“Everything.” She turned in my arms. “Your dad’s violence. It makes me so fucking angry every time I think about it.”
“It does? He’s long dead.” Not like her uncle, though they had things in common.
“Why, G? Why did he pick on you?”
My words came readily. “You know how your uncle’s issues all stemmed from him being born outside of marriage?” James had told me that story, how Richard had been the older of two brothers but born before his parents had married, thus leaving him ineligible to inherit the vast Belvedere estate.
Ella nodded. “It twisted him. He’s mentally ill because of his obsessing over it.”
“Same problem in my family.”
She paused. “Who, your dad?”
“No. Callum.”
“Callum’s illegitimate? I don’t understand.”
It was so strange, talking about this openly.
But my brother didn’t mind and had given permission.
I had to do it if we were going to get anywhere.
I pushed on. “Ma got pregnant with Callum before she and Da were married. She had Callum in secret. Da didn’t meet his first son until he was a toddler. ”
Ella blew out a breath. “That’s messed up.”
“I know. Then they had me, and soon after, Ma died. I don’t really remember a time when Da was happy because he was always drunk and bitter.
A hazard. Someone we avoided. He remarried pretty quickly.
Then the twins came along.” I was back in the castle.
A small boy, excited over meeting his baby brothers.
The first words they’d heard was how I was a waste of space. How I’d killed my mother by being born—not true, but that one still cut deep.
“What was his problem with you? I can’t work it out.”
“I’m the legitimate heir to Castle McRae. To the land, to being laird,” I whispered, indulging in words I’d never said out loud. “If I wanted, I could press a claim over Callum. By rights, all he owns could be mine. That’s what Da wanted to beat out of me.”