SCOTTISH ROMANCE: My Sinful Surrender to a Highlander Werewolf (Scottish Werewolf Pregnancy Romance) (Historical Medieval Shape Shifter Paranormal Science Fiction Short Stories) (144 page)

“Nicole, I could’ve hurt you. What the hell are you doing here?” I once again walked towards him with only a smile, but this time I was completely naked and devoid of any clothes whatsoever. I felt the heat of the water hitting my skin and it only made my libido boil to the surface. “I came here to watch you fight, but this is, so much better. I think that I owe you $20.00, but I don’t exactly have pockets at the moment.

“I don’t think that you should be…HEREEEEEE.” I made his voice raise the level of a little girl screaming when she sees a mouse in the kitchen. I did this by grabbing his package and giving him every reason to deliver it on time. “Please, don’t tempt me. I don’t know if I can resist you.” This was music to my ears and I gave him a leering gaze, before getting down onto my knees to see this thing more properly. The light above was perfect to see every crisscross of veins and the way that the head topped his cock. I grabbed it and pulled it down to within a hair’s breath from my mouth.

“I’m going to suck you off now, Stephen. There’s nothing that you’re going to be able to do to stop me, unless you really have it in your to push me away.” That wasn’t going to happen and the hot breath on top of him was making his cock bob up and down looking for the attention that it, so rightfully deserved.

“I can’t do that and you know that. I just hope that you can make it quick, because my fight is coming up in the next 20 minutes.” I didn’t know that the fights were going on at that moment, but then I heard the roar of the crowd, as they were getting into seeing two guys pummel each other for the amusement of their hard earned dollars.

“I think that I already have you in a submission move. It’s just a matter of when you are going to tap out.” I was using his own lingo against him and then I clamped my lips over top of him and heard his involuntary gasp of pleasure.

“I never thought that I would be doing something like this in the shower. If I did, then it would’ve been an entirely different way of living. It would’ve been a lifestyle choice.” I knew that he was thinking about it and the very idea of touching a man had lowered his excitement. It only lasted for a moment, before he was now sliding easily across my tongue into the back of my mouth. “You’re not going to do what I think you’re going to… DOOOOO.” He groaned again, his high pitched squeal making me smile inward. His knob had pushed its way into my throat and the first couple of inches was following suit.

I cradled his balls in my hand, igniting the pleasurable feeling that he couldn’t get enough of. I had him right where I wanted him and I could tell that he was visibly concerned that he was going to lose it prematurely. I didn’t want him to do that and I was going to make every effort to make sure that that didn’t happen. When I felt him climbing that crescendo, I stopped all movement and gave him time to bring himself back under control.

I popped his knob from my lips, leaving a string pulling away from my mouth. I broke that string that the tip of my tongue. It slapped up against his bare tightly toned stomach. He looked down on me with this pleasure on his face, most likely wondering why I had stopped, when I was this close to taking him all the way. He was still a boy in a man’s body and I had five years more experience than he had.

I was 25 and he was only 20, but I still had a lot more knowledge about the male anatomy than he had of his own equipment. It’s said that a man is responsible for his own orgasm from a very early age and that he has possession of that certain equipment every minute of his life. That gave an unfair advantage to those of the same sex. Fortunately, I had been privy to some much needed lessons from an older man. This gave me insight into the male psyche and also into what made their cocks stand up and take notice.

I could tell that he wanted to reach out with his hands and grab me by the ears to make me finish what I started. I knew that we only had 20 minutes and that 5 minutes was all that he needed to finally spew forth. I wanted those extra 15 minutes and I wasn’t going to allow him to take that away from me.

“Stephen, you are a bit too eager for my liking. I think that it’s best that we slow things down and bring that boil down to a simmer.” I think that he actually believed for a second that he had anything to say about it.

Chapter four

There was a moment there that I thought that he would have enough good judgment to walk away from a good thing. I guess I gave him too much credit, because he was soon looking down at me with a fire that could only be satiated with the feel of my lips.

I managed to take him back to where we had started, but this time he had a little bit more self control. It wasn’t much and it wasn’t long before he was this close to giving me a mouthful. I was going to finish, but he was the one that finally put the brakes on.

“I’m going to warn you that I can be quite intimidating. I can’t help it and even after I’m done, I’m going to want something more. If you can handle that and you think that you’re up to that challenge, then by all means do what you need to do, Nicole.”

I thought that he was bluffing and putting on airs to make me think that he was something that he wasn’t. I decided to test him and before long he was getting this face that soon contorted into a mask of pleasure

“Don’t say that I didn’t warn you… AAHHHH.” The knob swelled and expanded and then I was being hit with a tornado of lust between his legs. He continued to fire off and I was feeling that my cheeks were billowing and then I had no choice, but to continually swallow what he was giving me. Amazingly, there was no aftertaste and it was a testament to his diet and most likely his abstinence from eating raw meat. I had heard through the Grapevine that training for anything including a marathon or fight required discipline and a lot of carbs to get yourself into fighting form.

I could barely keep up with the demand, until finally he started to drizzle to a stop. That final blast covered my tongue and it was thick like syrup. I had to admit that he was not lying and that if anything he was under exaggerating the potency of his cream.

“I thought that you might be putting yourself on a pedestal, but apparently you have every reason to.” He had not only shot what felt like a gallon, but he was also still half hard and growing in front of my hungry eyes. “And what exactly do you expect to do with that?” He showed me by lifting me onto my feet and then turning me with his hands hooked around my elbows to keep me in place and bent at an angle. I felt it nudging at the lips of my sex and then that knob forced its way past the resistance and gave new meaning to runaway train.

“Are you just going to think about it or are you going to do something about this heat between us?” That answer came with a resounding thrust of his hips. He buried himself in one long continuous stroke that took both of our breath away. “Stephen… I don’t think that I’ve ever had it this good. You’re more man than any man that I’ve been with.” That was not an exaggeration and he was big, but the important thing was that he could use it. Most guys think that it’s OK just to fuck you, but he was under the impression that it had to have a little bit of technique. He was right

“I think that I finally found the one woman that can match me in bad taste jokes and in the bedroom.” I felt like a captive audience and I think that was by design. He gave in to his desire and I had given him no choice. There was no way that he was going to turn down the opportunity to be with a woman like me. That was not being conceited. I’d seen the way that he looked at me and the way that his eyes bugged out of his head when he got a glimpse of my breasts.

“Stephen…fuck… Stephen.” I was moaning and feeling like he had control of me. I actually enjoyed the fact that I couldn’t move. The only thing that I could do was wiggle my hips. I also squeezed down on those muscles that have made most men putty in my hand. He was different. He grunted when I did it, but he continued to move at a supersonic rate.

“Nicole…your body…you’re nasty mind and the way that you take risks is almost too much for me to take. I know that you can feel that my cock is about to burst. You have to know that that is a testament to you. I’m usually not that much of a hair trigger, but you bring it out in me. You bring out the animal. Something more than just lust. I feel this deep down.” His words made sense and if I didn’t want more of him before, then I certainly did now.

He worked me into a spent and used up woman. I’d already cum twice and I had no idea when he was finally going to join me. He was breathing heavy and I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck.

“Stephen, I need it. Don’t make me wait for it. I think you know by now that it’s mine and it always will be from this day forward.” In his overanxious state, he released one of my arms. I used that freedom to reach behind me to grab his balls. I could feel that they were full and just that light squeeze released that switch. I sent that signal to his brain and it caused the effect of his cock swelling to the touch.

“It’s yours… It’s fucking yours, Nicole… AHHHHH.” Instead of slowing down, he put more speed behind his body. That slapping sound of wet flesh was an erotic music that played just for us. I held on for what felt like an eternity. I felt every single bit of him and then he pulled away and fell back against the wall. He slipped and he fell at an awkward angle. I heard the crack and I knew that his ankle had been broken.

“Stephen, your fight is next.” There was no way that he would be able to stand, let alone defend himself.

“Nicole, you’re going to have to go in my place.” I had watched him briefly training, but I really didn’t think that I had it in me to go toe to toe with somebody in the octagon. “I know that you can do it. You have this way of looking at things. Just use your instinct and the rest will follow. I’ll clear it with management. I think he’ll actually get a kick out of seeing a woman inside the octagon.”

Chapter five

“I actually find this idea intriguing. I will even offer her the same deal that I offered you. That’s how nice I’m going to be.” I knew that management was only saying that because they thought that I was going to lose in the first round. They were probably right and I was green and I had no real training to speak of. They postponed the fight for an hour, just to give me a chance to learn some of the basic moves. “This is the kind of publicity that you can’t pay for. They will think it’s a joke, but they will also want to see how it all plays out.” Stephen was sitting there with his ankle wrapped. He had ice pushed up against it to prevent swelling. The person that was training me was his very own trainer Miguel.

“I don’t want you to go easy on her, especially since she is a girl. She needs to know exactly what she’s getting herself into.” It seemed only yesterday that I was home alone with my mother. Today was a different story and I had found myself a man. Unfortunately, I also found myself in the task of fighting for my supper. It was my fault that he had gotten injured. Had I not come here, he would have been perfectly fine.

“I don’t want any preferential treatment. Just make sure that you don’t leave any permanent marks.” I had to admit that I was fascinated by the sport. It was a cross between boxing and wrestling. The MMA style was all the rage and it was no wonder that this new company was trying to get off the ground. “If you have any special moves that haven’t been tried before, then I would really like to see them.” This caused both Miguel and Steven to look at each other. It was obvious that they had something in mind, but they weren’t sure how to bring it up.

“Nicole, we have been working on something. It’s a little tricky and it’s a bit like a chokehold. If it was just a normal chokehold, the person that you were up against would see it coming. This is going to take the power of your legs and your thighs. If I was any judge, I would say that that was where most of your power is going to be found.” I did keep myself in good shape and jogging and doing yoga was my claim to fame.

We went through the basics and I thought that I was getting a handle on it. There were times that I found myself flat on my ass, but that was to be expected. I didn’t take it personally and instead of crying about it, I stood up and did it all over again. I could see that Miguel was visibly impressed. Once I was up to speed, they showed me the move. I tried it several times and there was only once in those 20 times that I was able to fully grasp the concept.

“Stephen, your girl is a scrappy young thing. Whatever happens out there, she will do her best. That’s about all that I can do, but I do suggest that you bring her around again. There might be something in this for her. I’m usually pretty good at judging talent and she has that extra little something.” I wasn’t sure how to take that.

“Nicole, I know that you feel obligated, but you can still back out. I won’t feel any differently toward you. I don’t want to see you get hurt.” It was nice that he would be worried about me, but for some reason I really wanted to try this. At first, it was out of obligation, but now I wanted to see how far I could go.

I kept going over in my head what I had seen them teach me. That last move was not easy and I would have to get the person in the right position to even try to put it on them. I was hoping that it would be a girl, but I knew better than that. The guy was three times my size and he looked like he had that killer instinct in his eyes. He was bald, but there were tattoos all over his skull. He had that Fu Manchu kind of mustache and goatee. That black hair was solid and the white trunks that he was wearing had a picture of a black skull with blood dripping from its eyes.

“Stephen, I think that I should have thought about this more.” I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and centered myself for what could possibly be the beating of my life.