Page 113 of Geordie

His knee on the mattress dips the bed as he scoops the necklace from the box. I lift my hair as he fastens the jeweled collar. I slide an earring out and push the post through my pierced ear, then pick up and attach the second sparkly bauble to my other ear. I slide off the bed.

“Turn around,” he says.

I slowly pivot until I face him.

“Ah, you're a bonnie sight. That color diamond suits you. I asked a jeweler to come here while you were working to select a set for the dress you're wearing tonight. I hope you like it. If not, I'll have him around today to choose something that you like.”

I lunge for him, and he catches me. Close to tears, I give him a kiss. “It's perfect, Geordie. I love it.” And I stop short of addingI love you. He comes back for another kiss, my arms around his neck, his hand palming my breast; when he rolls my left tit, I moan. He stops the kiss but continues to play with me. He drops his lips to my ear. “When I was in the other room, I heard you say you'd suck my dick before you ride me hard.”

Shit, he heard that. I throw my head back, laughing. “I thought you said my gift was for the both of us.”

“It is,” he says, pulling me from the bed and leading me to the chair by the sunny window. “I want to see you suck me off wearing the jewelry, the way I imagined when I chose this piece, then I want to see those great tits bouncing when you ride me. That will be a new dream, so we'll make it up as we go.”

The courtyard on this side of the house is open, not like the private one in the bathroom suite. Doors slam in the distance, and I reach to close the blinds. He stops my hand. “No, lass, keep the window open. I want to feel the morning sun on my face.” He sprawls in the chair, manspreading with a semi-erect cock.

“But Geordie, the workers will be back here shortly to decorate.”

“Aye, they will, so you’d better be quick about it. On your knees.”

My heart is pounding as I kneel, looking up at him. I hold his cock in both hands as he leans in to play with my tits. I jerk his cock a few times to get him harder, then I lick the spot of pre-come from the tip of his penis, take a deep breath, and take him into my mouth. I love the taste of him, the musky tang. My tongue swirls the tip, with my lips soft as I work.

He leans back into the plush of the chair. “That's a good lass, use your tongue there,” he says as he guides my head, his fingers playing with my wayward waves.

His hard cock stretches my mouth a bit. There's distant conversation, but I can't tell where they are in the house.

“Take me in, Leannan,” he says with a breathy moan, “the way I taught you to please me.”

I pull my lips off his tip, still holding his cock at the base, then with my mouth I take in his ball, then when I've kissed, licked, and teased to his satisfaction, I give my attention to the other.

“You know what comes next.”

I use my tongue to lick the length of his cock, then when I arrive at the very tip, I take him in. I wait, listening to his labored breathing, until he's ready.

“It's time,” he moans out.

I take a breath and take him deeper.

“More.”

I push down my gag reflex, saliva forming at the corners of my mouth, and he goes in deeper. He fucks my mouth, and I want it. It's not like he's thrusting into my pussy. He's careful as he moves in and out; that's his choice. I turn off and drift while my body is on automatic. It turns me on that he uses me like this. I imagine myself as a streetwalker getting her client off in some dark back alley. Each car that passes flashes a lustful scene with their headlights, like dancing under a strobe light at a nightclub.

Everyone has a nasty fantasy or two. Besides, this gives him pleasure and I've never had a better or more skilled sex partner. I guess the sayings on the T-shirts are true: Scottish men make the best lovers. He fucks me the way I want and, for me, that's such a good deal.

My mind wanders back when Geordie spills a string of Gaelic that sounds like what I imagine fairies would speak in an enchanted land, until he ends his mutterings with, “Fuck, lass, that feels good.” His hands fall to my shoulders, urging me away. “That will do, or I'll come in your mouth if we don't stop now. It's time to ride.”

Hammers and shouts are coming closer, but no one has appeared in this section of the back. The chair Geordie sits in is oversized, enough to curl your legs in and still have room while you read. I get to my feet, then plant my knees on either side of his thighs. His face turns toward the window, searching the landscape. I mount him, slipping easily onto his cock. I sigh with him inside me, the fit tight and perfect, the spray of diamonds on my chest glinting from the sunlight. My tits are in his face and he takes one into his mouth, sucking hard. I moan, the pressure so good.

I shift my hips forward, his hands squeezing my ass. My nipple pops out when he thrusts upward. My boobs bounce. He smiles at the action and does it again like he's testing. I drop my lips to his ear. “It's time to ride.”

His hips pump, and I'm tossed like a rag doll until I catch my breath and get in sync.

People are coming nearer. I'm able to hear the voice of someone giving directions. When they round the small orchard, we'll be in view. Fuck, this is a turn-on as we work harder to come. I drop my hand to stimulate my clit as a whisper of my release is coming. Geordie's thrusting is different. Hopefully, he's close too. I'm almost there, a bead of sweat falling down my back, my hair plastered to my face as I ride.

I pull Geordie to me, my tits in his face, as a man in work boots, jeans, T-shirt under a blue plaid shirt, with arms full of lumber, walks into view. Geordie's back is to him. He can't see him, but I do. The tall man looks like a hottie on the cover of a romance novel, in his twenties, tanned and the face of a god, I think.

He doesn't see us at first. He sets his lumber down, waving and shouting to someone out of view that he's got this. The window's triple-glazed glass muffles the sound, making it seem he's still a distance away. When the hottie turns back, he stops. Our gazes lock, and his eyes blink as I smile at him. He takes a step back, but I mouth 'stay.'He squints at me, like he's not seeing right, but I mouth it again while I maintain my bumpy ride with Geordie.

I don't know if he stayed or if he was produced by my imagination, because after that brief encounter with that blue-collar god, I close my eyes and lean into the feeling of Geordie's hard cock inside me, my clit pulsing as my fingers strum at my slit. “It's coming, it's coming,” I mumble, feeling the pressure build, but still out of reach.

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