"Not shocked. But you surprised me again."
"I do that often, to everyone. Though I don't usually set off land mines to impress a woman." He tips his head to the side. "Have I impressed you?"
"Oh, yes, definitely." I try not to do it, but I can't stop my eyes from staring at his dick. "I'm impressed for sure."
He hooks a finger under my chin and lifts until our gazes meet. His voice gets deeper and rougher as he tells me, "When a woman looks at me the way you were just doing, I know exactly what she wants."
Sex with him, for hours and hours. That's what I want. But I can't let my lust interfere with the mission. On the other hand, a roll in the hay might get rid of any residual tension and make me more relaxed and ready to undertake this expedition. Sure, that's the reason I want to get naked with Errol. It has nothing to do with his rumbly voice or his gorgeous body.
He rubs his thumb over my chin. "Should we…go back into the courtyard and get in the car?"
Only if we're going to screw in the car. But I can't speak or move a muscle, not with him this close to me. Errol smells so good, looks so good, and I know he will feel so good too. Inside me. Thrusting. His body on top of mine and—
"Ye shouldnae look at me that way," he says, "unless you're wanting a good, hard shag right now."
"Maybe I do want that."
"I donnae fuck a woman who says 'maybe.' This will only happen if you convince me you're sure you want me."
"Kiss me, Errol."
His brows lift again, and his lips curve into a sly smile. "You are a bossy lass. But I've always liked women who know what they want and tell me about it."
Errol thrusts both hands into my hair and kisses me. He tilts my head back a touch, just enough to grant him deeper access to my mouth, and he begins to coil his tongue around mine over and over in a slow and sensual dance that makes my heart pound for a very different reason this time. Land mines? That's nothing. The way Errol kisses could detonate me like an atomic bomb. I moan and try to wrap my arms around him, but he tugs me into his body with my hands trapped between us. I can't stop myself from making desperate little grunting sounds.
He pulls his lips away oh-so-slowly, making me moan again. With our bodies pressed together, he brushes his lips over mine. "Tell me what you want, Ashley."
"You. Inside me. Right now. So hurry up and fuck me, Errol."
He chuckles. "If you insist."
"But first, I need to…" As my words trail off, I slither down his body until I'm on my knees with his cock waving in my face. "I need to taste you."
He sucks in a breath, exhaling it in a ragged rush.
I allow myself two seconds to simply gaze at his glorious dick and admire the smooth length of his erection. The crown is red with a drop of moisture clinging to the tip. I can't help myself. I drag my tongue across the head to lap up that bead of liquid. When I glance up at Errol, his eyes are half-closed, and his chest is heaving.
He pushes a hand into my hair, cradling my head.
I keep my gaze on him while I clasp the base of his cock, pull my lips over my teeth, and take him into my mouth as far as I can. While I lick and suck, I pump his length with my hand and watch his hooded eyes as they drift closed and his expression relaxes, making his lips curl up a touch. He groans when I massage his inner thigh with my other hand, but when I speed up the pace, he sucks in a sharp breath.
"Ah, Ashley." He grasps my shoulders and hoists me onto my feet. "Donnae want tocaithjust yet."
I've never heard the wordcaithbefore, but I can guess what it means. He doesn't want me to make him come. I've enjoyed oral sex with other men, but never before had I needed to do it this badly. Something about Errol makes me feel wild and free.
He unhooks the button on my jeans and yanks the zipper down.
We are about to have sex. I know this, and I want it more than I should, want it so intensely that I can't catch my breath.
Errol drags my jeans down over my hips and lets them fall to my ankles. Then he kneels at my feet, pushes my legs as far apart as they can go, and spreads his big, rough hands over my ass cheeks. With his face inches from my mound, he tips his head back to gaze at me, hunger darkening his eyes and his features. "Ahm needing to devour ye, lass. Right now."
"Oh, yes, please." Did I just beg? That's not like me, but I don't give a damn. I'll beg even more if necessary.
He shoves his head between my legs and does exactly what he said. He devours me, lapping at my flesh with rough strokes of his tongue, groaning with ravenous delight, while he tugs my hips forward to give him fuller access. When he seals his mouth over my clit and torments it with his teeth and lips, I cry out and my knees threaten to buckle. He pulls one hand away from my bottom to thrust two fingers inside me, pumping hard and fast, grunting as he suckles my nub so fiercely that I know I'll come any second.
Then he thrusts two more fingers inside me, and I scream as my body convulses around his fingers. I grip his head, my nails digging into his scalp, and hold on while he keeps fucking me with his fingers and his mouth. By the time the last wave ebbs, I'm gasping for breath.
I wobble on my shaky legs, but he holds me up with his body—and with his face still buried between my thighs. "Errol, holy shit. You—Oh God, you're incredible."