Chapter 9
NINE
ONE-NIGHT DEAL
Scarlet
The door closed with a snick, and Ally and I were alone. The space between us buzzed with an electrical charge made of lust. All week, I’d thought about him. Now, here he was.
He took two long strides into the room, then he gazed around, his chuckle dark, as if the nice hotel somehow amused him. But I had no thought to spare for the gilded lamps or designer curtains.
“Like what you see?” I sassed.
His attention fell back on me. The green of his irises darkened to black. “Always have.”
I flattened myself to the door, my hands at the small of my back and one spiked heel pressing into the wood. My short skirt stretched high across my thighs, and my skin’s sensitivity ramped up to eleven.
The atmosphere drew out, every molecule of air weighted.
Ally prowled closer. “Today has been one hell of a mindfuck, and it very nearly went wrong. You were there to save the day.”
It had been a privilege to be part of it, but the cat had my tongue. I only stared.
“Can I ask ye something?” he said.
I inclined my head by way of an answer. He took another step.
“I need to pay ye back.”
“That isn’t a question, and besides, I think I owe you a favour.” From Milan, when he hid with me.
“Hush.” Ally tutted. “Hear me out or you’ll spoil the game.”
Then he was in front of me, and there wasn’t enough oxygen in the room. I took a shallow, shaky inhale, and Ally’s gaze dropped to where my breasts strained at the buttons of my shirt.
Clothes were rapidly becoming a burden I needed to shed.
This was on. Finally.
“What ye did for me today was worth at least double what I did in Milan, so I have a suggestion to even the score.”
There was a moment, a pause soaked and loaded, where either of us could laugh this off and prevent the impending crash. Neither of us even tried.
Ally took a deep breath and brought his knuckles to my cheek, then ran them down over my jaw. With two fingers, he tipped my face up to his, placing his other hand on the door beside my head. He towered over me, crowding me. I loved it.
“This smart mouth has me distracted way too much. These red lips have me obsessed. You should know the amount of time I’ve spent considering the ways I could use them.” He ducked and pressed a kiss on the side of my face, just below my ear.
I gasped and brought my hands forwards, running my fingers up his arms and gripping his hard biceps. Being allowed to touch him was blissful.
“Nope. Hands above your head.” He took my wrists and stretched up my arms. “Hold them there. Close your eyes.”
I complied instantly. “I might have had a few fantasies about you in my time,” I said, my voice husky.
“Tell me.”
“Oh no. They are far too risqué for this tame moment.”
“Tame?” He bit my earlobe and at the same second, thrust his hips against mine.
I’d always known Ally would be great at sex. His strong body, his muscles, his swagger, and his smirk. His smouldering looks and confidence spoke volumes.
He’d always been the hottest guy I knew.
But that thrust… His hard dick hit me right where it counted, and I absorbed the pleasure, biting my bottom lip.
“Better,” I said, trying not to whimper. “You earned a teaser: I’ve been hooked on memories of your tongue sliding over mine.”
“Has my tongue slid anywhere else in these daydreams? Did you lie in that bed and part your legs under the blankets? Was I on your mind when you got yourself off?”
Unable to resist a tease, I raised a nonchalant shoulder. “Some of the time it was you.”
“Brat.” His mouth landed on mine, and the kiss I’d been dying for was finally delivered.
And what a kiss.
Ally’s fingers tangled in my hair, and his lips worked mine like he wanted to erase all other contact from my memory bank. Hot pecks became fused, full, dirty wet kisses.
Ah God, I’d needed this.
His body pinned mine to the door. One hand roamed down my hip to my thigh, finding the hem of my miniskirt. He slipped his fingers under and inched the material up. Then his firm thigh parted mine, and I yelped, making room for him, loving the full contact.
Why the heck hadn’t we been doing this for years?
I freed one hand and gripped his shoulder, digging my nails into his flesh through his shirt.
Never had I wanted to hurt anyone during sex, but right now, I wanted to punish him for holding out on me for so long. Because this feeling, this heat, this beautiful man’s full attention on me, was unlike anything I’d experienced before.
“Shite. Scratch me again and I’ll slap your arse.” He broke our lips apart, his breathing heavy.
Wild eyes held my gaze.
“You wouldn’t dare.” I dragged my French tips over the nape of his neck, drawing lines in his short hair.
Ally’s eyes shuttered closed.
I nicked him with the edge of my nail. “If I’m a brat, you’re a tease.”
His eyes flew open, blazing with heat. “Don’t say I didn’t warn ye.”
With a growl, Ally picked me up, throwing me over his shoulder. Then he marched to the bed and set me facedown on the metallic gold quilt, my backside in the air. Before I knew what was happening, he dragged my skirt up over my ass and raised his hand.
Ally, my brother-in-law and long-term sexual fantasy, grinned, winked, then spanked me. His fingers smacked my pussy lips through my lace underwear, and I shrieked in a mixture of lust and shock.
Man, that felt good.
What the actual fuck?
Ally caressed my ass cheeks, kneeling between my spread legs. “Want another? Keep running your mouth.”
I groaned, unwittingly.
He stilled. “Really?” he said, delight and desire in his tone. “You liked that?”
“Judge me and I’ll spank you back.”
“No judgement here. Buckle up.”
His hand landed again, a sharp slap to my privates. Exhilarating far more than stinging. Then his mouth landed in the same spot. Right over my core.
I yelled at the contact, the heat of him. I clenched around nothing, empty and wanton.
Ally took hold of my thong and ripped it off me, snapping the elastic. He muttered curses then was right back there, giving me a long lick. I moaned into the bedspread.
“You are the hottest thing I ever saw,” he said, using his fingers to open me up. “Those heels. That tease of a skirt. Now this. Your sweet pussy ready for me. So fucking wet and needy.”
He licked me again, his clever tongue forcing inside, going exactly where I needed it.
Then he was gone.
“Don’t you dare stop,” I ordered, peeking back to see him on his haunches.
“Not gonna. Get back against the door. Go now. Dinna pull this skirt down. I want you to strut in those heels. Make me hot watching ye.”
Such a dirty order. No doubt bright red in the face, I pushed up from the bed and stood tall. Ally rubbed his palms on his spread thighs and ran his gaze up my body, his attention settling on the juncture of my legs.
“Fuck, so perfect,” he hissed.
I stalked away, bare below the waist, making a show of it. As instructed, I turned and pushed my shoulder blades into the door then, just to make sure I looked the part, I took two fistfuls of my bunched-up skirt and hiked it higher. I could only imagine the indecent image I made.
Ally’s fierce stare could start a fire.
My trembling fingers flew to the buttons of my shirt. I undid one, then another. The third had my breasts on full display, my lacy bra matching the destroyed thong. My nipples forced at the material, desperate for touch.
Ally’s jaw ticked, strain clear on his handsome features.
The next thing I knew, he was on his knees in front of me. He grasped my thigh and drew it over his shoulder, his other hand reaching around to grip my ass. Then his tongue was in my pussy once more.
Wet and hot and thrusting.
I held his head and closed my eyes, senses overwhelmed. Ally ignited every one of my pleasure centres, instinctively knowing the right pressure and speed.
Guys had gone down on me before. I’d told them what I liked and how to make it good.
This time, I shut my damn mouth. Ally had always been top of my fantasy list, and my body sang. Finally, finally this was happening. He was doing things I’d long imagined.
Alasdair McRae was my teenage dream come true.
A surge of sensation had my breathing heavy, and I arched into his touch.
He thrust two fingers inside me in a rude intrusion and sucked on my clit. Too powerful. Too raw. Utterly perfect.
I grinded against his face.
He hit my G-spot over and over, his instincts perfect for my needs.
This was going to be embarrassingly fast.
But Ally wasn’t done. The hand at my ass slid forward, his finger dipping into my wetness, taking a second to stretch me and mix with the fingers doing their job inside me. Then it moved and pressed at my rear entrance.
He kept up his rhythmic moves and, without pause, pushed inside my ass. I’d never let anyone go there before.
Too much.
I screamed, my orgasm hitting me like a freight train. I think Ally groaned, but my mind had been overtaken by waves of pleasure. Bursts of colourful lights sparkled behind my eyelids. Blooms of sensation swamped my mind. I pulsed around his hands, the sheer relief absolute.
I clutched his head to slow him and, in a tumble of limbs, I was on the floor, and Ally reared over me.
His gaze bounced over my face. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.”
“Bet you are, too. Let’s find out,” I murmured, aftershocks still rocking me.
But before I could reach his waistband to free what I knew would be a huge, hard dick, he sat up, confusion replacing the lust in his expression.
“What’s wrong?” I pushed up on my elbows.
“We’re done. That’s enough.”
What the fuck? “The tent in your jeans says otherwise.”
Ally’s mouth tweaked one side in an almost-smirk, but his brow furrowed deeper. “I haven’t had sex in a long time. I dinna think I can go there.”
I wavered, wanting to ask questions, but lust still held me tight in its grip.
“Sex isn’t the only option,” I said.
A single head shake was my response, but longing screamed from him.
“Get on the bed,” I ordered.
“Christ, lass,” Ally muttered, but he leapt to his feet.
“Lose the jeans,” I added, following him and stripping off my skirt and my shirt as I went. I meant business.
Ally’s eyes widened at the sight of me dressed in only my bra. He reached behind him and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling it over his head in one fluid move, revealing a taut stomach and rippling abs.
I’d seen him almost naked on photographs, and on summer days at the castle, when we went swimming or hiking, always in a group. Never able to stare.
I did now.
He wrenched open his jeans and shucked them off, his dick springing up to hit his belly button. Proud and jutting.
My mouth watered, and I temporarily lost my words. Instead, I pointed at the big bed.
Ally’s grin spread, and he took his place against the pillows where I’d slept. Like the cocky asshole he was, he stuck both hands behind his head.
“Good thing you don’t do porn,” I informed him, the mattress soft under my knees. “There would be no space in the industry for anyone else.”
In an instant, I knew this was the wrong thing to say. His smile diminished, and a harder expression came over his features.
That was something to investigate later.
Now, I wanted that grin back in place.
Straddling his thighs—but keeping a distance between my soft core and his hard dick—I ducked to lay a kiss to his mouth. “Stupid joke. Let me make it up to you.” I trailed my lips down his jaw.
Rough beard stubble abraded my mouth, then I found his collarbone and moved south to lick his nipples. Ally reached out and took two handfuls of my breasts, his hips moving under me as if on autopilot.
“Your body is incredible,” he said, hoarse. “And that feels so, so good.”
I moved down to a happy trail that wasn’t usually there. As a model, and to endless teasing of his brothers—and me—he shaved his body. But the hair was growing back.
Then I was at his cock and, without ceremony, I took him in my mouth.
“Ah God, Scar!” he cried out.
He thrusted, so I gripped his hip, wriggling into position between his legs. His hands, bereft of my breasts, tangled into my hair instead.
I didn’t want him guiding this, I wanted full control of his orgasm.
“Put your hands behind your head again,” I ordered.
“No.”
This was going to be a battle. He pressed down, and I snapped up, focusing on his end instead. Then I took his balls and dragged on them.
Ally gave a dirty laugh. “Such a brat.” The pressure of his grip eased, and he ceded to my ownership.
A surge washed through me. Really, I wanted to rise and sit over him, fit him to my entrance and slide this big dick inside me. Stretch and fuck and come on him. Every suck had me needier. Every groan he gave up had me clenching.
I’d come, and hard, and I wanted more.
Still, I respected his choice, and kind of understood, so I drew him deeper into my throat and worked him.
In no time at all, he tensed, his breathing shallow and his moans loud.
“Too good. Gonna come. Scar. Sit up,” he ground out.
He made a token effort to push me off him but dropped back and howled my name as his orgasm struck. In my mouth, he thickened impossibly and pulsed. I kept sucking, drinking him down, lit up from the moment.
It was a powerful thing, watching such a decadently sexy man succumb.
His inhale rapid, his features taut, his big body undulating.
Then he was done and chuckling, one hand over his eyes. “Fucking hell. That was immense. You have no idea.”
Maybe I didn’t, but I crawled up him and fell into his waiting arms, wondering how long we needed to wait for round two.
More than aware that this was likely a one-night deal, whether we wanted it or not.