SCOTTISH ROMANCE: My Sinful Surrender to a Highlander Werewolf (Scottish Werewolf Pregnancy Romance) (Historical Medieval Shape Shifter Paranormal Science Fiction Short Stories) (72 page)

She stifled a laugh and then did the big withdraw, spitting him out and leaving a trail of saliva and pre-cum behind her with an accompany gag sound—the fucking dirtiest thing Billy had ever seen.

“Aawwhhh!” he cried out, scandalized but loving every second of it. 

“Any of your girlfriends ever do this for you?”

“Hell no,” he said, his voice cracking as she sucked his cock head even harder, trapping him in a vacuuming vice.  “They’d have reported me to the minister if I exposed them to this filth…”

“Mmmm because I’m a dirty girl?”

“Aahhhh…” he said, opening his mouth wide and almost losing it.

She began stroking his shaft hard, covering it with spitty lube, all the while staring into his eyes fearlessly.  Like this was nothing—even though Billy was hypnotized by the spectacle.  She then moved in closer and began licking a thick line across his tight balls.

“Ohhhh God!  What is that!” he said, spreading his legs and staring at the ceiling. 

“You like getting your balls licked, nasty boy?”

“Huuhhh!” he said squirming on the sofa and fighting the urge to explode in the worst of all places.  He was used to pleasuring women.  He was even used to holding his dick strong when pounding away at a woman’s femininity.  But getting his cock relentlessly teased and having his moral senses shattered with her dirty talking wet mouth was almost too much to bear.

“You going to cum all over me?”

“Unnghh!” he said loudly, grabbing her hair by instinct and looking away from her aggressive face.  Her powerful eyes were intimidating.  And the more he looked into her  bold face he felt like he had no stroking power left.

“I want to taste your cum.”

“No!  No!” he said, trying to push her away from his spasming cock which was ready to blow like a volcano.

“Yes.  Yes.  Don’t fight it.  I want you to cum in my face, cowboy.”

“Ohhh shit!  Oh fuck!  Ohh Jesus Christ!” he roared, looking helplessly into her face as his will broke down piece by piece.   He felt his energy leaving him and bulging up in his cock, red and ready to fire away—but not there!  Not in this lovely woman’s face.

“Look out…I can’t hold it…”

“I don’t want you to do.”

She grabbed his balls tightly and deep throated him a second time forcing him to ejaculate a hot steaming load of southern hospitality straight into the recesses of her throat. 

“Ahhhhhhhaaa!” Billy screamed, arching his back and raising his crotch, nothing to do but clutch her curly hair as he exploded into her mouth.

“Mmmmmm,” she mumbled, right before spitting him out of her mouth.  She swallowed his spunk, watching for his reaction—which was shock and disbelief.  

“Where…where…” he said, panting in wordless surrender.  “How…”

“Isn’t it nice when boys and girls can be friends?  You learn all sorts of fun things to do on the sofa.”

She sat back up and stood up, leaving him wet, flaccid and in wide-eyed confusion.

“Where did you learn that?”

He touched a nerve.  She was still enjoying the moment so tried to ignore his rude question.  She wasn’t about to have this conversation.  “I’m glad you enjoyed it, sugar.  Now let’s just keep this sham marriage where it was, okay?”

She walked out of the house, still half-smiling but a little hurt at the implication.

Billy was a mess of emotions, not to mention a mess of lady spittle meshed with his own seed.  He had sure as hell met a woman who knew how to have fun.  But what did it mean about her past?  What did any of this mean and why was the filthiest moment of his life…the one moment that should have sent him running to a doctor for a checkup…still the most exciting affair he could ever remember?

“Goodnight, Misses Jameson,” he said with uncertainty.  “Whoever you are.”

***

Chapter 4

Something changed in the dynamic between Jane and Billy after that night.  She seemed cut off, maybe even a little cold.  Not that he wasn’t intrigued, even grateful, for just how wild a woman she was.  But there was an air of separation between; as if Billy somehow knew he and Jane were from two different worlds that ought not collide.

He almost asked her the question a few times, against his own instincts as a gentleman. 
Were you a painted lady?
  The answer was obvious, or at least that’s what his nagging voice said.  He figured maybe there was no sense to kick a woman while she was already lying on the ground.  She didn’t need to hear him mouthing off just so he could feel better about himself.

Still, what went down, literally speaking, bothered him on some primitive level.  But it wasn’t what she was thinking.  That she was an “educated” girl in that respect.  What mattered what the stubborn idea that she pleasured him.  But she wasn’t making love to him.  There was no emotional connection because that’s how she played it.

Maybe it was just irony since that’s pretty much how Billy saw all those easy girls from the bar—nothing more than nightly conquests, or an hour’s worth of time to kill.  The fact that it was happening to him for a chance may have been enough to bruise his pride.

But that wasn’t it.  He just hated the fact she refused to even try. 

“You know what the difference is between the two of us?” he said, eyeing her in curiosity while chomping down a shared dinner. 

She fumed, already tired of the conversation.  “No,” she answered coldly. 

“I don’t need love to be happy.  But you’re afraid of it.”

“Is that so?” she said with a raised brow, intrigued that he was steering this conversation in another direction.  “Do I look like a woman afraid of anything, Billy J?”

“In my opinion, you look like a little girl who’s terrified of what she’s done.  Of what other less honorable people have done to her.”

She slowly turned her head and looked at him crossly.  “Fuck you then.”

“Oh, am I wrong?  I may be a boy but I have a keen sense of figuring out what makes people tick.  The truth is, I had you pegged since I first met you.  Long before our husband and wife act.”

“You don’t know me, warthog.”

“But I do.  You’re wise beyond your years.  You’re too smart for your own good.  The kind of smart that’s not to be ashamed of, but the kind of smart that’s too hard to live with sometimes.  You probably think you’re unlovable. You’re so damn jaded you can’t make heads or tails what people are thinking or saying.  You’re just waiting to talk.  Waiting to con them and move along.”

“How dare you!”

“Well it’s true, isn’t it?  You came in here thinking you were going to get a business arrangement and a free place to live.  You conned me, admit it.”

“I did no such thing!  We reached a mutually beneficial arrangement that’s all.  I thought we both agreed that nothing sparked between us and we were done with it.”

“Kiss me.”

“What?”

“Kiss me.”

“No way.”

“Why not?”

“Because I got no good reason to kiss you,” she snarled back.

“But you have no problem giving pleasure, do you?  But you’re afraid to receive it.  You’re afraid to emotionally connect with anyone.”

“You got a lot of nerve, Billy J,” she said with resignation.

“Maybe the only reason I got you pegged so well is because I know the type.  Maybe I am the type.  You love, you have to trust.  And no amount of misery is worth loving somebody, ain’t that the truth.”

“Will you just shut up?  You have no idea!  Do you have any idea of what it’s like to have no freedom, Billy?”  She began trembling and shaking her fists.  “To have nothing.  To be bought and sold as property?  To have to say goodbye to someone you really love just to come into living with a man that has no respect for women?  Who hits women like he hits livestock?  Who insists on teaching his new kept woman the fine arts of pleasuring men like a real whore?  And who forces her to watch and practice with other women just until she learns it right?”

Billy listened in respectful silence and looked away in regret.

“See, I don’t care if you think of me as a whore or not.  I reckon I did what I had to survive, just the same as you do.  No sense in looking back in shame over that.  If you ever damn well had to lift a finger to survive, which I doubt you have.”

“I see.  Well I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.  Truth is, the moment I got here, Billy, I knew you were someone different.  You didn’t snap and tell me what to do.  You didn’t shove me into a bedroom and rape me.  You were almost something close to a gentleman.  Might have been perfectly romantic if you bothered to put on a shirt.”

Billy laughed.

“But just because a man is nice to me don’t mean I’m ready to fall in love.  And I know you hear that, being a bachelor and all.”

“I know.”

Billy suddenly reached out and kissed her on the lips.

“Mmm!” she screamed, breaking the embrace quickly.  “What are you doing, you crazy loon?”

“I’m kissing you, what does it look like?”

“Well I didn’t say you could kiss me.”

“I thought I saw a signal.”

“A signal?  Ain’t you ever heard of getting permission?”

“What kind of fellow asks for permission?  You just got to play that stuff by ear.  Either a girl kisses you back or she slaps you in the face.  Pretty clear signal then.”

“You jabbering idiot, I did not say you could kiss me.”

“Sorry,” he said, right before grabbing her and kissing her again.

This time though, she let him kiss her longer, enjoying the embrace and soft touch of his lips.  He kissed her in a different way than any man had ever kissed her.  Like a man honored to know her, ready to please her and not demanding anything just because he could.

She gradually broke the kiss, a slower reflex this time. 

“Was that a signal?” he said softly, looking deep into her eyes and caressing her tortured soul.

              With in an instant, she crinkled her brow and made a tight frown.

Sure enough, she slapped him across the face and slapped him hard.  It’s what she felt at that moment, the moment she knew he was getting too close.

But just as soon as he felt the sting and the rejection—she backtracked, grabbing his face and kissing him back this time, twice as hard and lusty as he kissed her.

“Is that a signal?” he whispered in between gasping breaths.

“Shut up,” she muttered letting him kiss her again.  It was a new feeling and something she had hardly ever felt before.  A man desiring her, wanting to know her, perhaps even a man charmed by the woman Jane had become.

His mouth was steamy, fresh and her kisses were moist.  His tongue touched her tongue and they mashed together so honestly, without pretention or reason.  It was as if they belonged together, as if they knew and felt each other’s wants and needs in just that moment of passion.

He unbuttoned her shirt as they kissed fervently, eager to touch her—to give her the same pleasure she gave him.  He almost felt challenged, as if he had something to prove.  He nuzzled his lips to her neck and kissed all the way down to her chest.  He loved hearing the snap of a button shirt as he ripped it clean apart and down the middle.  She wore a black half-corset, which he topped off with fiery kisses, sampling the flavors of her chest. 

She sighed in regret, already thinking this was moving too fast.  “Maybe we should stop…” she said in a breathy voice, clutching his hair and grabbing him roughly so that his lips came deeper into her cleavage.

“Why?” he asked pulling her corset down and finding her right nipple.  He licked a circle around her areola and then sucked up her nipple until it became hard.

“Mmmm…maybe we’re moving too fast…”

“What are you afraid of?” he said, sliding the other strap off and sucking her other bare nipple, loving the feeling of stiffness in his mouth. 

“Uhhh…” she said looking into her eyes and feeling vulnerable. 

“Do you like that?” he said, unbuckling her pants while he kissed the side of her face.  She swooned and shut her eyes.  It felt good to be touched, to be caressed and appreciated.  But her arms were defensive, and she halted him by grabbing his wrists.

“Let’s go over to the bed.”

“No, maybe we shouldn’t…because you know,” she cooed as he pulled down her pants and rubbed his fingers over his belly and pubic bone.  “Sometimes feelings can be deceptive.”

“I guess we’ll just have to trust ourselves to play it cool and not get sappy.”

“Uh huh…” she sighed, letting him unhook her half-corset.  “But let’s not go to the bed…” she said, her voice cracking and her body shivering every time he put his strong hands on her sensitive lower stomach.

He pulled her corset off and kissed her on the lips again, this time inserting his fingers into her sweet, wet spot.

“Ahaaa…” she said with a closed-eye smile.  “You’re not as innocent as you seem.”

“I’m a man born to please. A pretty woman is about the only life form I can get along with it, it seems.”