I unzip the outside pocket of my suitcase, grabbing out a handful of condoms, throwing them on the nightstand. She’s unhooked her corset, pulling it off from around her. I reach over to slide her leggings off, dropping them on the floor with the rest of our growing pile of clothes.
Rolling across her in the bed, I hook my arms under her legs, pulling her with me. With a squeal she lands straddling my chest.
“What was that?” she asks, looking down at me.
“Dae ye think all of the hours of drills I’ve worked on for years are just good for fitbaw? Hold on tae the headboard.” She looks at me with caution as she slowly reaches for the headboard.
“I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I do know one thing.” When I tilt my head, waiting for her to answer, she grins down at me. “In this country, it’s called soccer.” That’s it, she’d better hold on.
I wrap my arms behind her thighs, giving them a jerk until she’s slid up over my face. I hear the start of a protest from her ending on a moan when I slide my tongue up her heat. I’ve gone down on other women before, but I’ve never really enjoyed it like I do with Claire. I’ve definitely never had one sit on my face while I did it.
I can hear her moaning my name as I slide my tongue into her. When I work her clit again, Claire grinds against my face. Christ! I could come just from this.
As she grinds faster, moaning my name in a chant, I make a quick mental note to add this to the top of the list of things to do to her. I double my efforts in an attempt to make her come faster. If she doesn’t soon, I’m going to blow my load without her even being near my dick.
I feel her explode around my tongue as it slides in her. She presses down on my face as she rides out her climax. Who needs to breathe when you can have Claire come above you?
“Are ye okay?” I ask, easing her back down onto my chest when she calms down. She smiles down at me for just a second before her brows knit in concern.
“Your face is wet,” she says, using a hand to wipe her from my chin. Grabbing her hand, I bring it to my mouth, licking her palm. Her eyes grow big as I slowly draw each finger into my mouth, sucking the moisture from it. “That could be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” she whispers.
“Naw, ye riding my face is hotter. Although, I’d say it ranks second so far,” I say laughing when pink slowly moves up her face.
“What was number one?” she asks me. Grabbing her wrist in one hand, I wrap my other hand around her back, sitting up and flipping her on her back on the bed. I pick her back up, spinning us around until her head is near the headboard.
“Alex?” she asks as I pull her arms above her head, placing them against the headboard. I sit back on my heels for a minute, trying to calm down so I can put on a condom.
“When ye bit down on my shoulder so ye dinnae scream from the orgasm ye had riding my cock in the library. I knew then I would never get enough of ye. That still remains at number one.” Carefully, I slide the condom on. “Brace yer hands on the headboard so I dinnae give ye a concussion.”
Leaning over, I seal my mouth to hers, my tongue sliding over hers as I explore every inch of her mouth. I’m so hard, my dick needs no help finding her entrance. I slide all the way in in one stroke before I lean back up. Taking one of Claire’s legs, I push it to her shoulder, opening her even wider.
“Hold on,” I growl before pulling back. Driving hard into her, I watch as her back arches with a moan, pushing her tits at me. Leaning down, I pull one in my mouth, sucking it to a hard point as her muscles tighten around me. “So fucking responsive,” I growl, reaching for the other one.
“More,” she groans at me as I pull back again. This time when I slam back into her, she gasps, her muscles fighting to pull me in even deeper. She wraps her legs around me, digging into my ass, trying to speed me up, but this time I’m enjoying taking my time as she writhes under me.
The next time she calls out my name, I watch her hand snake between us to rub her clit as my pace becomes more demanding. My balls have drawn up painfully tight, so I know I have seconds before exploding.
With two more hard thrusts, Claire screams, arching her back as her climax rips through her. Mine follows quickly. No man alive could keep from coming with her sucking his dick in like this.
“My God,mo ghaol,” I groan, collapsing against her. I can feel her panting, so I brace myself with my forearms to keep from suffocating her. She runs her hands through my hair as my head rests on her chest.
“I think I heard bagpipe music,” she says. I laugh, rolling off of her onto my back. Staring at the ceiling of my hotel room, I try to get my heart to return to normal. Claire rolls off the bed, walking toward the bathroom. “I should probably go if I’m going to make brunch tomorrow morning at the Rhetts’.”
When she comes back out, I’m sitting on the edge of the bed in a pair of jeans. “What are you doing?” she asks with a smile when she emerges from the bathroom.
“Sitting here trying tae decide if I’ve become just a late night booty call,” I say looking up at her with a grin. She snorts a laugh before walking over to me. I shouldn’t complain after all, isn’t that sort of what I did to her a little over a month ago? She must take some pity on me because she slides onto my lap facing me. Running her hands into my hair she looks me in the eye.
“Yeah, but it’s such a nice booty.” As hard as I try, I can’t fight the grin that creeps across my face. “Let’s do this. We agreed to get to know each other better this month to see where it takes us. I’ll sleep here tonight, if you go with me to the brunch at the Rhetts’ house tomorrow. We have to be there at ten, so I have to have time to dress. That would be a start, right?” Sliding her shirt back off over her head, I agree.
“Aye, that would be a very good start.”
* * *
The next morning I find myself walking through the door of the Rhetts’ home at ten-fifteen. It’s her fault we’re late this time, not mine since she insisted we shower together to conserve water.
I packed clothes for any occasion, not knowing what Claire would want to do, so I’m wearing slacks, a button-down shirt hiding my tattoos and a blazer. Claire has on a simple sweater and skirt that looks amazing on her. I can already tell, I’m going to have to focus on not staring at her, like a creeper, through the entire brunch.
“Claire! We’re so glad you could make it,” Mrs. Rhett greets her in the entryway. “Good for you for talking Alex into coming with you. We’ve been anxious to meet him without so much craziness going on.”
