“Good girl. Now, go take a shower for me,” I pat her bottom lightly, dismissing her. She quickly stands and spins to look at me.
“You cannot be serious right now,” she demands. I bite the inside of my cheek to stop the laugh that wants to burst from me. She looks absolutely outraged.
“Why? We went for a run; both of us are covered in sweat. Of course we should shower. You can go first, the water will feel good on your skin after your spanking.” She looks at me for a beat longer, trying to see if I’m serious or not. I meet her stare with my own, not giving anything away.
“Unbelievable,” she huffs, pivots on her foot and marches into the bathroom. The second I hear the shower door, I’m up and stripping off every item of clothing. Naked, I walk into the bathroom and see her silhouetted against the frosted glass. Even through a blurred shower door, her figure turns me on like nothing before. I push the door open and walk into the steam to join her. She spins around, gasping in surprise.
“What are you doing?” She demands. Her eyes narrowed at me. Yeah, she’s pissed.
“You honestly think I’d let you shower without me? That I’d let you be in here, naked, wet and turned on and leave you on your own?” I’m right in front of her now, my hands skimming down her naked body. My cock presses into her stomach, already weeping pre-cum. I grabher wet hair in my fist, pulling it back to angle her face towards me, taking her lips with mine.
“I will always want you, always crave you. Brat or not, my cock will always belong inside you.”
My other hand cups her pussy, my finger pressing into her. My lips capture her gasp.
“So ready for me. You were made just for me,” I whisper into her mouth. A second finger joins my first, stretching her, getting her ready for my cock.
“Please, Gray,” she whimpers.
“Tell me what you need, baby.”
“Your cock. Please fill me up, Gray, I need you.” I pull my fingers from her, grab her waist and push her against the shower wall, her legs wrap around me. Aligning my cock with her entrance I thrust into her, hard. Her mouth clamps onto my shoulder, her teeth biting down, definitely leaving a mark. A mark I’ll proudly wear, she can cover me with them. I pull out to the tip and slam back into her. Giving her everything I have.
“Take me, take everything I give you,” I grunt, pounding into her hard and fast. “That’s it, baby,” I groan as her pussy spasms around me. "I know I’m too much for you, but you do so well taking this too big cock. That hurt feels so good, doesn’t it?” She whimpers her agreement. Her nails clawing at my back, trying to pull me closer. “You like that bite of pain my cock gives you, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she gasps. I can feel her pussy clenching around me, her orgasm close.
“Good, because my cock will always be inside you. It will always be that bit too much for you, always bring you that edge of pain. But it’s that pain with your pleasure that makes you come so hard, makes you pass out on my cock.” It’s as if my words trigger her, her pussy tightensaround me, strangling my cock, her orgasm ripping through her. Her scream of pleasure drowned out by the shower. I thrust once, twice more, but her pussy is too tight, too wet, too hot and pleasure builds at my spine. With a final thrust I spill into her, my seed shooting inside her, where it belongs.
***
Standing amongst the whisky barrels at the distillery; I have to say Angus has outdone himself with this event. The girls are at a spa nearer to the centre of Inverness getting God knows what done. Although, I’m sure I’ll appreciate whatever it is later when I see Paige. While the girls are being pampered, us guys get to attend a whisky pairing experience. I haven’t done anything like this for a long time, too long. Being with Paige these last couple days has made me realise how much I’ve been missing out on. Work has been a priority for me, to the detriment of everything else. There’s always a pitch I’m pushing for, a meeting I need to attend, or a client I need to wine and dine. There’s not been enough time for me. If Paige wasn’t here, I would have been holed up in my room for the majority of this weekend, working. I would have missed out on the little things we’ve done. I would have saved my legs from a ten-mile run this morning, I snicker under my breath to myself. She really did nearly kill me, the little brat definitely picked up the pace on the way back. How I managed to stay with her I don’t know. I’m fit, I go to the gym often, but I’ve got nothing on her. She didn’t even look winded at the end, whereas I could barely peel myself up from the freezing grass. No wonder she’s sotoned and slim, her legs are incredible. Yeah, time to put a stop to those thoughts, I don’t need a hard-on around Angus and his family.
“Enjoying yourself?” I jump as Angus suddenly appears beside me; it’s as if my thoughts conjured him.
“This is great, Gus,” I smile at him. “But with both of us loving our whisky, it was going to be a winner.” His returning smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. My gut sinks.
“Want to tell me what’s going on between you and Paige?” Direct and to the point. It’s how we’ve always been. It’s a quality I like in a person, what I look for in employees. But right now, I want anything but that. This is not a conversation I want to have. Did I know I would at some point? Yes. Did I think it would be this soon? No. No, I did not. I’m just grateful that Paige and I talked last night, or this could be very fucking awkward.
“I can guarantee it’s not what you think,” I start.
“So, you’re not fucking her?”
“No, I mean, yes, I’m fucking her.” He tenses beside me, ready to go to battle for a girl he sees as family. “But,” I quickly add, “that’s not all it is between us. Fuck, Gus.” I rub my hand over my face, trying to work out how to explain what Paige means to me.
“She’s everything. Everything I didn’t know I was missing. She’s it for me, Gus,” I turn to face him, the shock on his face evident.
“Are you honestly trying to tell me, that after two days of knowing her, you’re in love with her? A girl more than half your age.”
“It’s a lot more complicated than that. There are things you don’t know; things I need to tell her, but I have to speak to Edward first. And I’m really fucking worried she’s going to hate me.” I know I’m sitting on a ticking time bomb, but it’s also true that I need to speak to Edward first. I have to tell him before I can be fully truthful with Paige, and it’s killing me.
“Shit,” Angus mutters, “it’s not like you two would listen to a word I say anyway. Just don’t hurt her. That girl has gone through enough and hurting her is something our friendship wouldn’t survive,” he adds solemnly.
“I know,” I nod. “If it helps, that girl will be Mrs Paige Stone one day. Soon, if I have anything to say about it.”
“Fucking hell,” he half laughs, half groans. “I should have known it would be someone like Paige who finally got your bachelor ass to settle down.” He slaps my shoulder, hard.
“Come on, let’s go join the others.”
