Chapter 38
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
MAISIE
She bounced on the bed where Iain dropped her, where he’d carried her all the way to. There hadn’t been a stutter in a single one of his steps, and the intimate knowledge of how strong he was sent a brand-new wave of arousal through Maisie’s body to places desire had never touched before.
Swallowing, she ran her very appreciative gaze up his firm, hair-roughened thighs where he’d planted himself just beyond the end of the bed, along his solid length that had pressed to her sensitive core when her legs had been around his waist, and across the chunky blocks of his abs. How she’d ended up naked with a man of Iain’s stature, Maisie wasn’t sure. His well-built arms alone made her pulse rocket twenty beats higher.
She lay before him, his robe fanned around her on a grey woven throw. Usually, she would want the curtains closed or the room to be dark – but not today. The way Iain looked at her with such skin-prickling intensity was too damn knee-weakening, too addictive, to make him stop.
Her hair fell down her spine as she rolled up to her knees and reached out, wrapping her hand around Iain’s length that looked painfully hard, skin to skin. He tipped his head back with a groan. No wonder he’d hated resisting touching himself at her command – to be this solid must actually be painful.
“I didn’t get to do this last time.” Leaning forward, she licked a strip up the underside.
Iain hissed. “ Shit —you are trouble, Daffy.”
“You like it.”
“I fucking love it.” His hands cupped her cheeks and he folded to capture her lips so purposefully he might leave an indent when they parted.
Swept away in his passionate kiss, Maisie didn’t read into that comment too much; love had been an off-handed phrase. She’d mull-over later how he couldn’t mean love love, could he? He loved this – what they did together. He couldn’t love her.
The fresh, woodland scent of Iain’s damp skin drew back with him. “As much as I want to feel your mouth around me,” he confessed, his wolfish features taut and ready to pounce, “this is about you, so lie back. You can suck me off for round four.”
Maisie wasn’t quite sure if her body could last that long, but she was damn sure going to try.
She rested back on her elbows with her knees bent apart, and Iain leaned above her, one hand cradling her head as he pressed his mouth to hers in a sensual sweep. Parting her lips, Maisie couldn’t stop her spine from arching, trying to chase the current of desire that hummed between her thighs. She grabbed his hips and pulled them down to her, his hot body covering hers, the head of his cock dipping to her entrance. Her ache to feel all of him intensified just with that one tease.
Iain’s kiss stuttered when he nudged her again and groaned a little longer. “Tell me the second you don’t want something,” he said, leaving searing kisses down her neck as her hands explored across the width of his back.
“What I want is you inside of me,” Maisie answered breathily, his tip right there at her opening, wet and ready for him.
Iain pulled up from the pulsing base of her throat to look down at her, concern lining his brow. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.” This sort of overwhelming need to be completely as one never happened to Maisie – it couldn’t be wrong. “You’ve never made me feel less than I am, Iain. You’re so patient.”
His emerging smile slipped before he exhaled frustratedly. “ Shit . I don’t have any?—”
“I do,” Maisie cut him off, her impulse to buy condoms for the first time in forever making his brows rise. “I bought them.” The corners of her eyes pinched in a vague wince. “I think the woman at the till recognised me, though, so half of town will know what we’re doing by tomorrow.”
Iain chuckled down at her. “Let them gossip.”
“I have to go slow.” More so this time than before.
Shifting to his side, Iain reached over and opened his nightstand drawer, holding up a tube he picked out. “Would this make things easier for you?”
Oh … Maisie hadn’t even thought about that. Men in her experience were always so sure that she would be ‘fine’ – they didn’t want the extra help, and she’d grown so used to dealing without it.
But she was learning now that she didn’t have to settle for being the afterthought.
Her cheeks warmed. “Yes.” Though this newfound confidence of hers skipped off and left the room.
Iain rolled back towards her, tube in hand. He didn’t sound offended or disappointed when he asked, “Shall we use it?”
Maisie peered at him like she was too embarrassed to ask for what she wanted, but he knew already that wasn’t the case. His eyes met hers at her lip-biting silence, and she was glad she didn’t have to try and put into words why she hadn’t answered when his raised brow softened.
“It won’t make me feel emasculated, Maise,” he told her warmly, his free hand encircling her hip. “I want you to enjoy this. Any means necessary.”
She inhaled slowly. “Okay.”
Cracking a smile, Iain tipped his body forward and kissed her, both of them sinking into the bed side by side. Hands wandered, his finding its way to her arse then her thigh, hitching her leg over his hip. He used the easy access to reach further around her and swiped his finger over her entrance. Her body restlessly curved in response, pushing her satin-covered breasts into his chest.
“You’re already wet, Daffy darling,” he said, his voice like smoke, “but we can do better.”
Iain retrieved the tube from wherever he’d left it – when he’d kissed her, she’d stopped paying attention to anything but the taste of his lips – popped open the lid, and squeezed the water-based gel onto his fingers.
“Can I have some?” Maisie lifted her hand and he gave her the tube with an odd smile on his face.
“Where are you going with it?” Iain watched her slip her hand between them then wrap her gel-covered fingers around the base of his cock. He jolted. “ Fuck —give a man a little warning before you go squeezing him,” he said with a light growl that fractured into a chuckle.
Maisie rolled herself so her mouth was by his ear, the gel practically melting between her palm and his hot skin. “May I please give you some attention?” she asked, turning her wrist to stroke along his length.
Iain turned his head and kissed her, slipping a wet finger inside of her right as their lips collided. Whimpering, her body clamped around that inch.
“Easy,” he said languidly, coaxing the coil within her to unwind. “I’ve got you, Maisie.”
I’ve got you.
Breathing into relaxation as they pleasured one another, Maisie let her body take control. The trail of Iain’s mouth across her jaw helped her mind to fade away – took her out of herself, quietened the instinctive noise telling her that this was going to end the same as always, and the slow, gentle rhythm Iain set with his hand did much of the same.
He curled his finger, coaxing a moan from her lips.
“I think you can take another one,” he said, teeth grazing along her jaw.
Maisie pumped her fist over his thickened length. “Please.”
He added a second finger, the pleasantness of being filled increasing as he sank deeper. It’d never been like this. She’d never been writhing on a man’s hand as the heel of his palm pressed circles to her clit.
Breaths sawed in and out of Maisie. She keened, “I want more.”
Iain nuzzled the juncture of her neck and her shoulder. “You think you’re ready for my cock?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Where are the?—”
Maisie searched in her bra and pulled out a foil square.
Iain’s eyes widened as he picked the condom from her fingers. “Well that’s one way to keep them. How many are you hiding in there?” He leaned and tried to take a peek.
“Iain!” Maisie chuckled, swatting his hip and taking a glance of his firm, round backside whilst she was at it.
Rugby players … How many more times did she have to say it?
Half drooling, she said, “My purse is downstairs with a few more.”
Iain’s smirk that quirked the corners of his mouth and glittered in his eyes echoed what she felt inside. He shifted onto his back, biceps working as he unrolled the condom down his length and smoothed it out with a few strokes. How he touched himself made Maisie curl her lip between her teeth. He was a big boy in so many ways …
“How do you want me?” he asked.
How did she want him?
Maisie thought for a second over the ways she’d always felt most comfortable, then rolled and laid on her stomach. “Cover me?” she tossed over her shoulder.
“Fuck, yes.” Up and moving, Iain eagerly set himself up behind her. Straddling her legs, he peeled his robe off her body then slid his hands between her thighs, encouraging them apart to kneel in the space she made. His palms brushed up her spine and unclipped her bra.
“Ugh …” Maisie’s back bowed at the release, the hard peaks of her nipples freed to the cooler air.
She worked the bra out from under her and chucked it across the room, hearing Iain’s amused chuff behind her followed by a pop and the sticky sound of the gel working over his length. Her thighs jumped with the coolness he spread over her next.
Over her shoulder, she watched him line himself up, pressing his blunt tip to her entrance. He played with her core, parting her for him, and lifted his eyes to find hers. “Ready?”
Maisie nodded, humming. “Yes. Please.”
One hand landing on the bed beside her shoulder, Iain eased and notched himself inside of her.
“Oh …” She moaned at that beginning of pressure, her flamed skin feeling stretched across her body.
“That’s only an inch, Daffy.” Iain’s voice was tight with how hard he restrained himself.
Maisie bundled the grey blanket under her chest and cheek, easing the strain of arching her back while she circled her hips, grinding against the bed as she sank towards bliss. Iain had already worked her up and she was so turned on, taking him was effortless.
Iain rubbed circles over her hip. “Shit—ease back, baby. Take me as much as you want.”
His hands were on her arse as she wiggled backwards, sinking onto him until she couldn’t take any more – a small bite of discomfort that faded when she shifted, testing the edge of her pleasure.
“You fit me so well, Maisie,” Iain said, his accent smooth and warm.
Maisie felt so full, throbbing on his length. “How far have you?—”
“Don’t worry about me. I’m already ready to blow just watching you take me.”
“There—” she said, finding the edge of her limit with a tiny shake in her voice. “No more.”
Iain stroked down her spine and pressed a tender kiss to her shoulder. “I promise.”
Gripping handfuls of her arse, he started drawing his length out, gently at first, and pumping in a little harder every time he sank back inside of her. Maisie didn’t know much at that moment, but one thing was for certain: sex had never felt so amazing. Her inhibitions were set free with how much Iain paid attention to what she needed.
The tear that came to the corner of her eye was so full of overwhelming joy that this is how sex should feel.
Exciting. Painless. Electric.
And all it had taken was for one gentle man to hear what she didn’t say.
Iain brought her higher and higher, her little sounds crescendoing as her body barrelled towards its peak. He tilted forwards, chest brushing her back as he moved. One rough hand glided up her waist and under her body, cupping her breast and teasing her like she was clay. Maisie pushed up on her elbows just to feel more of him.
Burying his face in her neck, Iain kissed his way along her sweaty skin. “Cross your ankles,” he murmured in her ear.
She did and— “ Oh my god .” Her hips rotated out, giving Iain more access as their thighs slapped together. If she wasn’t so turned on she’d use fancier words, but there wasn’t time for that.
“That’s it.” Iain tightened his arm underneath her. “Let me hear you.”
“Please don’t stop,” Maisie begged breathlessly, the blanket clutched between her fingers as waves of tingling pleasure began to ride on top of one another.
“I won’t,” Iain said, each roll of his hips against her arse so perfect. “I want to ruin you for any other man out there who tries to look at you, because you’ve ruined me, Maisie, for anyone else.”
She cried out in a whimper of pleasure.
Ruined me for anyone else.
Iain hissed as he thrust inside of her more roughly. “Fuck, Maise—shit, shit —I can’t hold off.”
Maisie stretched her neck to get just a glimpse of him holding himself up above her, on the edge of losing control. Abs bunched and the vein in his neck pulsed against his flushed skin. She watched his rosy face, his mouth opening in an ‘O’, how he licked at his lips as he panted gruffly. Every muscle and sinew of his body rippled with the powerful thrust of his hips that stretched her out.
She balanced right on the edge of her breaking point, his cock pressing right to the perfect spot within her. She’d not felt so high on chasing the thrill like this in a long time – maybe never.
Dipping her hand past her stomach, Maisie found her clit and stroked herself. It took only seconds and one caress of calloused fingertips up the valley of her spine for her to fall apart. Her thighs quivered, the bed shaking beneath her. She felt Iain jolt and swell within her.
“ Shit , Daffy, you’re right there.”
Something sweet and fizzy bubbled up and overflowed inside of Maisie.
“Iain …” Her helpless voice trembled as the pleasure of letting go broke through her with force, electric pulse after pulse spreading from her core as she came.
Iain let out a primal grunt, his breathing loud and fast as his body froze, stuttered, then collapsed around her. Well-earned sweat glistened all over his skin, and the green of his eyes as they blinked open were so bright – Maisie would look at them all the time if he would let her.
She stared at him. Enraptured. Awed. Catching her breath, her open mouth broadened in a beyond-satisfied grin that Iain copied. His hand landed a little heavily on the back of her head, but he curled his fingers and pulled her hair out of her eyes so lightly it tickled.
They didn’t need to say anything.
This right here, them – it was right. And it was terrifying. It was the reason why nothing in her plans made sense once again.
He didn’t want to leave this town.
And she was never supposed to stay.