Chapter Three
What a statement to make. I swear I stared at him for the best part of a minute as he took off his jacket and put it over the back of a chair. Under it he wore a black t-shirt. I’m a sucker for black t-shirts. As well as kilts. And long hair. Sadly, that had gone, but he still scrubbed up more than most. I made an instant decision that short hair with a hint of grey was even sexier than a plait.
“Right, ah. Sparkling or still?”
“Still’s fine.”
I needed to get a grip. I passed over the bottle, wondered if it would look odd if I stuck my head into the fridge to cool down, and decided it might, so I got out a pan for the pasta instead.
Alistair wandered around as I sorted out what was needed to feed us. It didn’t seem fair if I had alcohol when he couldn’t, even though I’d gag for a g-and-t. I opened the bottle of fizzy water instead. I’d use my imagination and pretend it was something different.
“Hey, you’re not drinking?”
I shook my head. “Not alone.”
“But you’re not alone, I’m here.” He winked. “I prescribe a glass of wine for the rushed off her feet doc.” He opened the fridge door and passed me a bottle of my favorite sav blanc, which I’d stashed there earlier. “Go on. Not that I’m trying to get you drunk or anything, but it’s daft not to if you want one.”
Ah well. I was always easily persuaded. I poured a small one. After all, I had early surgery in the morning.
The evening went well. We chatted like, not old friends, but new friends with a lot in common and a hell of sexual tension between us. My bullet would need a new battery at this rate. After a passionate argument about the classics—I hate them; he loves Dickens—I sat back and said, “So what else do you like to read. What genres? Romance? Westerns?”
“Well,” he said in an overly casual manner that sent my senses soaring. “I’d better like paranormal seeing as it’s my bread and butter. I read some romance and some historical. What about you? What do you think about all those kinky books that are hitting the bestseller lists at the moment? Do they hit the spot?”
Okay, do I tell the truth? I mean he might look all out dominant, but was he? Would it turn him off if I owned up to what I missed? Try it and see.
“And more.”
“As in you’d like to try it?” His voice deepened into what I’d call a Dom tone. The one that makes any sub listen and reply openly and honestly. The inner sub I thought had disappeared for ever responded and came surging to the present.
“I did once. Then.” I shrugged, embarrassed to show what a total moron I’d been.
“And?”
Definitely out and out Dom.
“It ended badly. He wasn’t what I thought he was, and it almost ended in tears. The wrong sort.” I grimaced. “Let’s say, I was young and impressionable, and the guy was no Dom, not really even a wannabe one. He thought a spanking was for punishment only and sensation play had to make scars of the permanent sort.”
“What?” The roar of anger was balm to my soul. “Who is he? I’ll bloody show him.”
“Ah, well you’d be a bit pushed. I got out, but another dimwit wasn’t so lucky. He’s doing 5-7 or some such thing in the states for GBH amongst other nasties.”
“Just as well,” Alistair grumbled. “I’m not like that, I promise you. All above board and by the book. If we decide we want that.”
He didn’t ask me if I did, dammit, and I thought for now I’d just smile and sort of answer non-committally. After all I didn’t want to be seen as too forward. Oh God, relationships are complicated.
“That sounds good.” There. I hoped that struck the right note.
He grinned. “I think so. What happened after that?”
“I became a GP, and well, who wants to play with the doc?”
He grinned. “I do.”
Even across the table his interest—and I guess mine—flowed. I’d never been a person for first date sex, but boy, I was wet, wanting, and ready to change that rule.
By the look in his eyes he wouldn’t argue.
“Shall we sit down somewhere comfier?” Like the bed?
He did a sexy half smile and stirred. “Okay, I said no sex. And we don’t have time for the sort of full on session I want. But if nothing else, let’s help each other out? If you fancy?” For the first time that night he looked unsure.
I could hardly jump up and down and fist the air shouting hell yeah, but what I could do was show him to the bedroom.
Then of course I wondered what he had in mind. He’d accompanied me without any hesitation. That was one thing. But he still hadn’t said what his idea was. Now I had lots of thoughts on the subject of getting jiggy, but were they the same as his?
I hoped I’d soon find out.
He was still staring at me in that quizzical manner I’d noticed, and I realized I hadn’t answered him.
“Oh, I want.” After all, why be coy?
The relief on his face made me want to giggle. I mean come on, I was no red-hot chick with all the moves to make things super over the top. No tantric sex or the sort of body to perform gymnastics and do it standing on my head. Just a regular, early forties woman, who carries a couple—okay a few more than a couple—say eight or nine pounds, mainly around my tummy. And come hell or high water, I couldn’t suck that bit of me in without coming all over faint. But I fancied him, was damned sure it was more than lust, and wanted to find out just what sort of a relationship we could eventually have.
“Then show me the way.” He bowed oh so theatrically. “Not the how to do it bit, I think I’ve got that sorted.” He winked and stroked an imaginary moustache. I loved this silly side of him.
“Come into my parlor, also known as bedroom?”
“Exactly. First time conventional?”
Dare I say, oh hell, I hope not?
I pushed open the door, even more thankful now I’d hidden the washing, both clean and dirty, and stashed the condoms. Wished I’d time to defuzz, but there was nothing I could do about hairy armpits, legs, and pussy. Maybe I could get him so delirious with the sex, he’d ignore those shortcomings.
Oh hell, I hope he wasn’t one of those people turned on by hairy pits. That would be the, well, pits.
Alistair took the initiative, thank goodness.
“As much as I want to savor every second,” he murmured as he pulled my top over my head and threw it in the general direction of a chair. “And I want to explore every delectable inch of you, sadly this time I’m not going to get everything I want. I just hope I make it good enough for both of us that you want me to come back. Treat this as the starter, with lots more courses to come. And not all what you’d call conventional either.”
Well, as I hadn’t even had the starter yet, how could I answer? Hallelujah might not be acceptable. I gave a sort of “mm hmmm” and swayed closer to him, and fumbled with the button on his leather trousers. After all, if he was even half as aroused as I was there was a good chance he’d be wet, and who wants pre-cum stains on leather?
I managed to slip the zipper down a few inches and get my fingers inside the material to touch his cock.
As I’d thought—hoped—it was hard, slick, and yeah, the tip was oh so wet.
Nice.
“Shit, love, if you touch my cock I’ll come here and now.” His voice was hoarse with strain. “At least let me taste you. Feast on your luscious tits. If this time I can’t slide inside you and fuck you that way until we both come I can think of other things. Good things, arousing things, sexy…”
My bra followed my top, and then his hands circled each boob before he sort of pushed them together and somehow got both nipples in his mouth and suckled on them.
The approving noises he made were enough to make me nigh on come. How the hell I held back I have no bloody idea. The pulse between my legs throbbed so hard, my skin prickled and darts of excitement and arousal were all over me. Even my goosebumps tingled. All from one small boob suck. What the hell would I be like if he ever sucked my clit?
I never, ever believed people when they said they sort of gushed. Oh, I know as a doctor it happens, but never to me. It’s like one of those urban myths, spoken about, never proven. I mean, you don’t exactly ask someone to let you watch so you know what you’re talking about and can rule out STD for a patient who tells you all about her experience. Now though, I could honestly say I understood, and it’s normal. I was wetter than I’d ever been in my life and he’d only just begun. Heaven help what I rested on when I climaxed. Would I need to buy a plastic undersheet?
I hoped not. I’d rather sacrifice my sheets and towels and just enjoy the sensation.
“Such gorgeous mouthfuls. I want to taste them. Suck on your tits ‘til you come. Bite you, make you scream and scream, and—”
“Ahh,” I screamed as he bit down on my flesh just under my nipple and then sucked hard. I’ve never been a fan of love bites, but oh God, that felt so good. And I got wetter.
“More.”
Alistair lifted his head. “Who’s in charge here, pet?”
Holy hell, had he really meant that? I was bloody contrary. I hated that sobriquet, it had always made me want to meow or bark. Now? Oh now, it made me want to beg for more of whatever he thought we needed. Lots more.
“Sorry, Sir.” And yes, that did slip out.
He grinned, and his eyes glinted. “That was a very welcome salutation. It’s a pity we can’t explore that avenue further at the moment, but hold the thought. Now, strip for me. If I do it, we won’t get very far. Let me get out of these kecks and into you.”
Kecks, the slang for trousers, seemed a bit of a come down for hot as hell leathers, but I got his point. I’d rather come with him in me, and with him, than anyhow else. Or if not, with him doing other things to me.
He took three steps back and ran his hand over his now short but sexy hair, and I could see it shake. So he was as aroused as I was.
As I watched him slide his trousers down his legs, his prick sprang free, no underwear to confine it. I salivated as I stepped out of my skirt and more than damp thong, watched him kick his leathers away and stalk straight-legged toward me.
Goodness knows why, I took a step backward, and he grinned. “You won’t escape me that easily. Get ready for the onslaught.” He took two steps forward and then stood still. Watching, considering … I had no idea what.
I didn’t want to escape, but the playful look on his face made me take one more step away. To be brought up short by the side of the bed. I deliberately let myself fall back onto it, and sprawled with my toes on the floor.
“Almost just how I want you,” Alistair said in a clichéd husky and passion-filled voice. Honestly, I now believe in all those expressions big time.
“You can have me any way you want.”
He chuckled. “I wish. For tonight though, as I can’t do everything I want to you, we’ll try this.” He knelt on the floor, then put my legs over his shoulders and his mouth on my clit.
I saw stars, lost the ability to talk and explain where the condoms were if he needed them, and sank into the sensation of being eaten out by a master.
What he could do with his tongue and teeth. He licked, laved, sucked, and nipped. I lapped it all up.
My skin prickled, breath quickened, and my head thrashed from side to side. Oh God, I was so bloody close. I couldn’t hold back, but how could I come when I wanted him inside me first?
With ease.
He pinched my nipples hard, bit my clit, not too hard, and that was it.
He got his scream, and I got my first ever gushing climax.
I have no idea how long it took me to come ‘round. I might have even passed out. I couldn’t swear one way or the other.
When I finally sighed and opened my eyes we were side by side on the bed with his head on the pillows and mine on his chest.
He played with my hair, and I gave into temptation to tease the whorls of hair on his chest, winding them around my fingers and giving them a slight tug.
He reciprocated by tugging on mine—head hair, not chest hair—so I had to look up at him.
“That was one of the most erotic, arousing, and bloody fabulous things I’ve ever seen,” he said frankly. “I’m honored I made you feel like that. Thank you.”
“I’m the one that’s honored,” I replied. “I’ve never ever been that way before. I do think though I need to return the favor. Can I go down on you?”
I didn’t wait for an answer. Well unless you considered the “hell yeah” mutter I heard as I slid down his body until my cheek rested on his stomach as a negative. I chose not to. After all, “hell yeah” was most definitely not “hell no”.
I took his cock in my hands and was rewarded with a twitch and several drops of pre-cum that appeared in the slit and slid down the head in a graceful arc.
His skin was like silk with a hard core of iron. That’s another thing I’ve read and now appreciate. Help, I was getting all poetic, but yes, it was the perfect analogy. And it was all for me.
I had to taste him. Experience every nuance as he fucked my mouth. I wanted it all. I crawled onto my knees and pushed his legs open so I could get up close.
First thing was to get him to a level I wanted, so I put my hands under his ass until he lifted it a little and I angled him so his prick was in the right position for what I intended. Then I shoved some bunched up covers under him to keep him there. Then, oh my, I took the end of his cock into my mouth and licked some of his salty pre-cum.
Talk about nectar.
He groaned again, and his hands tightened on my hair. That slight frisson of pain only added to my arousal. Damned if I might not hump his leg at the same time as sucking him off. Instead I pinched his nipples as I changed my attention on his cock from a lick to a nibble and then put it into my mouth and sucked.
I’ll make no apology to say it was like enjoying a hot ice pole. An oxymoron maybe but you’ll get my gist.
I was in heaven. Sex-filled ecstasy. He writhed, I sucked, he tugged on my hair, and without taking my mouth away from that one area I was giving almost my total attention, I moved so his leg was under my cunt.
I hoped he’d understand, but I had to come with him. Nothing else. I needed him to spill and for me to do the same.
At the same time.
Luckily, he seemed to realize what was hoped for because he stroked my ass, squeezed it, and pushed his thigh harder against me.
I sucked harder.
His nipples were tiny, sharp nubs between my fingertips, his cock so hard I wondered how he stood it.
He stiffened, shuddered, and pulled ever stronger on my hair.
I sucked as hard as I could, scared he was going to pull out. I wanted to milk him dry.
He gave one of those deep, guttural man screams as hot, sticky, salty semen filled my mouth.
I soaked his leg as I came even harder than before.
This time I knew I passed out. The little death certainly hadn’t been little. If I got like this after oral, heaven help me when—and please God it was when—we had full on, fuck like rabbits, cock in cunt sex.