Page 110 of Scotch on the Rocks

“I need to hear you’re all right with this, Callum.”

His nod was rapid, eager. “I’m good –morethan good.” By his reaction I assumed he didn’t have a safe word. I asked anyway. “No. Should I?”

Looping the fabric twice around his wrists, I tied a comfortable bow, all the while placing soft kisses between his pecs. “Saystopand I’ll untie you immediately. Or you can pick something else … anything you like.”

While he deliberated, I slid a finger between his skin and the fabric, testing it wouldn’t pinch.

“Ivy.” His thighs tightened around my hips.

“Perfect.” I trailed my fingers down his abs, and he sucked in a breath. “Lean back on your elbows.” He watched me with hunger that almost beat my own and I flicked up the hem of kilt, almost losing an eye when his cock sprang free from the weight of the plaid, the tip already swollen and glistening. Looking up at him beneath my lashes, I quirked a smile. “A true Scot, Macabe. I like that.” And then I closed my mouth around him.

“Juniper.” His eyes squeezed shut and hips snapped,filling my mouth more thoroughly than I’d anticipated. I choked a little and moaned, curling my fist around what was left of his magnificent length. So thick, my fingers didn’t meet around the middle.

I dragged him all the way to the back of my throat, getting off on the way his breath rattled, and his fingers twisted in the sheets. “You have a gorgeous cock, Macabe,” I mumbled around the tip, mouth stuffed full.

“You’re making me blush.” A single glance at his face confirmed he spoke the truth. Nails dragging up his thighs, I hummed around him, and his thrusts stuttered, stomach flexing as he fought to regain some kind of control. I curled my lips in, making sure to leave the red stain of my lipstick behind. “Fuck… look at me when you do that, Juniper – fuck,slow…” he begged. “I need you to go slow.” He collapsed back on the bed, barely seeming to notice his arms crushed beneath him. He was coming apart, his chanted, “Fuck,fuck,fuck,” bordering on delirious. I soaked it all in, working him as torturously slowly as he’d requested until his back bowed.

“Harpy … Get that sweet arse up here, I need to taste that tattoo again.”

I hummed around him. “I’m having too much fun here.”

“Fuck… it’s too good. I’m going to lose it.” His thighs squeezed me tightly. “I can’t come yet.”

“Why?”

“Because there’s no fucking plane of existence where I’d allow myself to come before you do.”

I laughed, licking all the way up his length one final time. “Male pride is a beautiful thing.” Pressing my thighs together as the throb between my legs bellowed in agreement, I kept right on teasing him. “Ask me.”

“What?” His head shot up. Still on my knees, I kissedthe inside of his muscled thigh sweetly, a dichotomy to my devilish command.

“I said, ask me.” Another kiss. “If you want to be inside me, beg for it.”

“Please.” The word tore from him without ego. “Get up here and let me inside you, let me touch you, let me … let me make you feel good too.”

My legs were shaky as I stood, clutched his shoulders for support and hiked one leg over his waist, utterly transfixed by that full masculine mouth as he pleaded for what only I could give him. I locked my ankles around his back, goosebumps rising at the caress of his bound hands on my calves. Calloused fingers brushing the tops of my feet. “Still doing all right?”

“Yes.” His thundering chest brushed mine. “That answer might change if I don’t get inside you in the next five seconds.”

I cupped the back of his head, capturing his lips with mine, savouring the drag of his stubble against my skin. “You are doing so well, baby.” I shifted in his lap, letting his cock lodge against my clit, only damp lace separating us.

“Need to fuck you, harpy.”

My fingers dragged over his nipples. “Beg me one more time. I think you can do better.”

“Please.” The groan was unlike any sound I’d ever heard from him. If I hadn’t trusted before that he belonged to me entirely, I did now.

Bending, I riffled through the bedside drawer for the box of condoms I so rarely used, tore open one with my teeth and pressed his kilt against his stomach with one hand, rolling the condom down him with the other. He was trembling, head hanging between us to watch every movement.

“You look so good beneath me,” I said, dragging myunderwear down. I knelt far enough back to admire his form.

“I’ll look even better inside you.” He licked his lips. “Get on with it.”

“Who’s in charge here?”

He tugged at his bound wrists as he lined us up. “I’m the one tied up, sweetheart. Now fucking ride my cock, I know you’re as desperate for it as I am.”

We both groaned as the first inch disappeared. He felt so big, so perfect, in this position it took three slow thrusts to seat him fully.

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