“A classic,” I quipped, positioning myself as requested. A breeze hit my backside as Ash pushed my kilt up. My cock began to drip on the bedspread as I shivered. Fuck, there was something so hot about being fully dressed yet open to Ash.
He nudged my thighs further apart, using his hands to spread my cheeks. I was expecting to feel the coldness of the lube working me open.
Instead, it was the heat of Ash’s tongue swiping over me.
“Fucking hell, Ash,” I groaned. “Yes. Give me more.”
Ash obliged, his tongue working me over until the muscle had softened enough to let him in.
I had no idea what sounds were coming out of my mouth as he started to fuck his tongue in and out of me. I imagine it was some combination of cursing mixed with praise for the wonder that was Ash’s tongue.
Fuck, if this was how good his tongue felt, his cock was going to destroy me.
Just when I couldn’t take it any longer, Ash grabbed the lube. He finished stretching me with his fingers, seeking out my prostate until I was incoherent once again.
“You fibbed to me,” I panted over my shoulder as he pulled his fingers out and replaced them with the head of his cock. “You made me think you hadn’t done this much.”
Ash gave me a small smile, his own chest heaving as he pushed inside me. “I said I didn’t topoften.Not that I wasn’tgoodat it.”
He continued to slide deeper and my toes curled. I’d been right. That curve to his shaft was in the perfect place to hit my prostate.
“You okay?” He breathed when he was fully seated.
Words were impossible when he was making me feel this way. Instead, I answered him by easing forward and slamming back.
Ash got the hint. Rucking the material of my kilt in his hands, he used it to hold me back against him as he fucked me relentlessly.
My cock was bouncing against my abdomen, leaving strings of pre-cum behind. Part of me wanted to reach down and stroke myself over the edge, but I couldn’t move.
I couldn’t do anything except lay with my face in the pillow, letting Ash ruin me.
“Bite?” Ash panted.
God yes. I nodded furiously, twisting my head to the side to give him access to my neck.
His fangs pierced my skin and the now familiar pleasure rolled over me. Then, to my surprise, my orgasm hit. For the first time ever, I came hands free, vision whiting out with the intensity.
Ash followed me, moaning against my neck as his tongue laved over his bite.
Once my pulse had slowed, I finally found my voice.
“Wow.”
“You’re telling me,” Ash said breathlessly. “I think you need to wear kilts more often.”
I smiled against the pillow. I’d wear them every damned day for Ash if he wanted me to.
Anything to keep feeling like this.
CHAPTER 9
Ash
The next morning, I was making us breakfast while Lochlan took a shower. Capital FM was belting out of the Bluetooth speaker, mingling in the air with the mouth-watering smell of bacon.
Taking it off the hob, I shimmied over to the table and sang along loudly and out of tune.
Fuck. I was so happy.