- RACHEL

 

I WOKE UP THE next morning fairly certain it had all been a dream. Glancing around the blanket, I could see him asleep on the floor, his chest exposed outside his covers. I stared at those muscles of his, trying to work out if it had really happened or not. Had his cock been in my mouth for real? Surely not.

It seemed too good to be true. He’d gone off to the bathroom and after seeing him so close to naked, I felt alive for the first time. My entire body was on edge and before I knew what was happening, I was touching myself. I didn’t know what it was about him but he was doing something to me. I couldn’t stop myself. I felt like ringing Mom and telling her this is what it feels like to have a spark. This is why I can’t marry Ian. I need this. This is real.

While he was in the bathroom I’d changed into my nightgown, loving how silky soft it felt against my skin. Laying back on the bed, my hand found its own way down my chest, sliding over my stomach, moving to ease the deep ache I felt inside me.

I was already wet. That came as an unexpected but pleasant surprise. I’d touched myself before but it had never felt like this, so easy to bring myself to the brink.

I did my best to keep quiet but I couldn’t help let out a quiet moan as I got closer to orgasm, thinking of him in there, showering that body of his, hand on his cock, making it soapy, feeling it stiffen. He could walk out and just hold me down and thrust straight into me and it would be incredible.

But then what? Had I fallen asleep and dreamed of him whipping back the covers, revealing my shame. Or did it really happen?

I wasn’t sure what answer I wanted. If it was a dream it had been the most vivid one I’d ever had in my life. I only had to close my eyes to relive it.

There he was, silhouetted against the light behind him, climbing onto the bed, a man mountain of sheer strength and power, his cock jutting aggressively towards me. I could sense the heat of it, smell his scent, my body responding even as I fought the embarrassment at being caught touching myself.

He dominated me and I obeyed him. He told me to open my mouth. I tried to protest, knowing I shouldn’t do it. Then he was filling my throat and my jaw was stretched and I loved every moment of it, feeling him throbbing and twitching on my tongue.

And then the feel of him between my legs. I wanted him inside me so badly, I could have screamed the place down. His tongue on my clit, doing something no one had ever done to me before.

It felt better than I ever imagined, so much better than my fingers but he was to tease and torment me more than pleasure me. He left me aching for more as he clambered back up my body, his cock back in my mouth once again, slapping my cheeks, running over my lips, using my face for his pleasure.

He made me come. It couldn’t have been a dream. The memory was too vivid. He’d reached down and effortlessly brought me to the most powerful orgasm of my life, his cock spurting into my mouth in the same moment. It was utter bliss and I was in heaven, not wanting the sensation to ever go away.

But then I remembered nothing. It must have been a dream. As he sat up and yawned, I moved back to my side of the blanket. “Good morning,” he said.

I must have dreamed it. He didn’t sound any different. No one could be that complacent after what I thought we’d done.

But if it was a dream, why could I have sworn I could still taste him in my mouth?

“Good morning,” I replied, reaching for my cell to check the time. It was dead. Of course, I’d not been able to charge it. “Damn,” I muttered under my breath.

“Everything all right?”

“My cellphone’s died.”

“Never mind. You can charge it in the car. Now get up, we’re going out.”

“Where to? You still haven’t told me what we’re doing here.”

“We are ten miles from Doune Castle.”

“Doune as in where they shot Outlander?”

“And Monty Python though I doubt you’ve heard of that.”

“Of course I’ve heard of it, now go away or I will taunt you a second time.”

He glanced around the blanket, smiling at me as I held the covers up, afraid he might see through the shockingly sheer nightgown. “So you do know more than just books.”

“I’m full of surprises,” I replied. “Now shoo, I want to get dressed.”

That was his chance. If something had happened last night he would say something like he’d seen my body already. He said nothing, just returning to his side of the room and leaving me feeling strangely disappointed that it had been a dream. I wanted him so much, I wanted that body of his crushing me, holding me in place, not letting me escape, ignoring my protests, slamming home into me and filling the aching need within me. What was wrong with me?

I got dressed quickly to distract myself from how turned on I was. By the time I was done in the bathroom he was dressed too, nodding at me as I came back out. “Ready to go?”

“Uh huh.”

“Then let’s go storm a castle.”

I smiled. “I’ll bring the Trojan rabbit.”

“Is that a new kind of sex toy?”

I blushed as he laughed at me. He turned away, opening the door and beckoning me out.

We reached Doune just in time for opening. The door to the castle swinging wide as Greg parked the car.

“What’s that?” I asked, seeing the man who’d opened the door pinning something to the front before pulling it closed again.

“Let’s go see,” Greg replied, getting out and marching across the grass as I looked up in awe at the imposing stonework. I could easily see myself travelling back in time here, dragged back to the bedroom by the lord in his armour to ease away his stresses.

“But I’m only a peasant girl.”

Him laughing as he ripped my rags off my body. “You’re mine now.”

Greg came back over to the car as I stood in a daydream. “What are you smiling about?” he asked.

“Oh, nothing. What did the sign say?”

“That the castle’s shut today.”

“Oh no, so we don’t get to go in.”

“I had a word. We can have the place to ourselves for as long as we like.”

“You had a word?”

He nodded. “Yep.”

“And they just bent the rules for you?”

“You’d be surprised how much you can get by being charming.”

“You’re telling me. A private castle tour for one thing.”

Once we were inside, the door was swung shut and locked, the staff member saying in a broad Scottish accent, “Come find me when you want letting out. I’ll be in the office.”

Greg showed me around the castle, taking in the courtyard where John Cleese had swung his sword around and then up to the bedrooms, the missing ceilings, the crumbling walls, the dark corners.

“Romantic?” Greg asked as we looked out through a window at the trees and village beyond.

“It’s a bit spooky,” I replied. “And cold.”

“I can fix the cold part,” he said, wrapping his arm around me, pulling me into the darkness.

“What are you doing?” I asked as he pushed me down onto the remains of a wall.

“This,” he replied, his hand already up my skirt, feeling for the front of my panties.

I gasped when his strong fingers found my clit through the fabric. “Stop,” I muttered. “What if someone sees?”

“We’ve got the place to ourselves,” he replied, stroking his way to the edge of the fabric, reaching underneath for my pussy. “Stop thinking of reasons not to and just enjoy it.”

I tried to push his hand away but there was no force to the gesture. By the time his fingers found my clit I was melting into his arms, feeling him plunge into me a second later as he continued to push his tongue deep into my mouth, leaving me fighting for breath.

I felt connected to him in a way I could never explain. The castle faded into the background and all there was in the entire world was him and me. All sounds stopped apart from his breathing as he began kissing my neck. I shuddered with need, feeling my body become wired, my nerves alive like they’d always been asleep but he’d woken them at last.

The thought that someone might see us served only to heighten the excitement as he tugged my panties down to my knees, his hands back on me a second later. “Wait,” I muttered. “We shouldn’t.”

“Yes, we should,” he growled back, pushing a finger into me, making me wince as I stretched around it, allowing it to explore inside me, connecting me to him in a whole new way.

I moaned when he shoved me against the wall behind me, his body crushing mine, his cock digging into me through his clothes as he brought me ever closer to orgasm.

It took no more than another minute, I was so turned on. His lips moved from my neck to my ear to kissing me again as my clit throbbed. I pushed my hips against him, grinding onto his hand, feeling so dirty to have my panties down and his fingers in me in public like this where anyone could see.

“I’m going to come,” I whispered. “Stop, please.”

“Okay,” he said, moving his hand away. “If you’re sure.”

He left me on the edge, walking away from me and leaving me throbbing with need. “Wait,” I said, beckoning him back. “Don’t go.”

He marched back over and knelt down, his tongue darting between my legs. With his strong hands, he ripped my panties off my body, leaving me gasping in shock as the need returned inside me. “Sure you don’t want me to stop?” he asked as he thrust a finger into me, his tongue on my clit a second later.

“No,” I said but then I couldn’t say anything as my climax struck, so much stronger from him stopping and walking away, leaving me on the edge for so long. My mouth fell open, my body writhing against him, my hips bucking, me aware of nothing for several seconds until I realised my fists were clenched and he was standing kissing my cheek.

“Enjoying the tour?” he asked, taking my hand and leading me back down the staircase to the courtyard.

I could feel the air on me, the breeze between my legs and I blushed, wondering if it was noticeable that my panties were in two pieces, curled up in his pocket.

He headed over to the entrance, leaving me to follow as he called the staff member out to unlock the door.

“Have a good time?” the man asked as he held the door open for us to leave.

Greg nodded. “What did you think, Rachel?”

“The best time,” I replied, feeling Greg’s hand cupping my ass out of sight of the staff member. I tried not to react but my heart was still thudding in response when we climbed back into the car a minute later.

“Where to now?” I asked.

“Now we drive and see where the wind takes us.”

“I’m just glad the wind didn’t take my skirt upwards.”

“Oh yes,” he said with a grin as he started the engine. “I’d almost forgotten about that.”

He set off and by the time we were out of the village, his hand was on my knee, stroking slowly upwards. “Concentrate on the road,” I snapped, trying to bat his hand away.

“I can multitask,” he replied, moving steadily upwards, making my body tingle again. “Can’t you?”

We stopped for coffee at a drive-through and I watched him pay for it with the last coins in his wallet. I didn’t mention it but I wondered just how much he’d spent on me since the tour started. The clothes, the hotel, the bribes to get exclusive use of Dove Cottage. Had he done the same with Doune Castle? Was that why we’d been allowed in despite it being closed?

I felt sorry for him and guilty that I was the cause of his poverty. As we set off again and I sipped my coffee I found myself glancing across at him. I wanted him so badly, I felt sure it must be love. It was far more than just a spark, it was a burning flame inside me heating up my entire body.

Were my parents right? Was it better to have money or love? I didn’t even know how he felt about me. It was so different to in the books where I could read exactly what was going through the hero’s head, get a secret look at his psyche. This was real life and there was no way of knowing what his feelings were.

For all I knew, this was the equivalent of a vacation fling, the sort of thing he did on every tour. I felt a flare of jealousy to think of him doing what he’d done to me to anyone else. Was he that kind of guy?

All my life I’d wanted a dominant hero who would sweep me off my feet, refuse to listen to all the reasons why we couldn’t be together and stubbornly only listen to the one reason why we should. He would somehow just know we both wanted it even if I acted coy and shy to protect my modesty.

What had Mom said? My heroes would be brutes in real life. In a way she was right. Greg had grabbed me in the cafe, had refused to take no for an answer in the castle. He’d torn my panties off and didn’t seem to care how that made me feel. The oddest part was I had loved every moment, so much more intense than I thought a relationship should be.

I sighed as I realised I’d just thought the word relationship. Was that too much to hope for? I was supposed to be going home in a week and a half. He lived here. I lived five thousand miles away. It could never work, not really.

Don’t think about that, I told myself. Just think about the moment. The moment that his hand is on your leg again. Don’t look at the future, look at that bulge in his trousers. He easily distracted me from my thoughts by moving his hand slowly up my thigh once again. He began to stroke my clit slowly and I shuffled down in my seat, moving my knees apart as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Something about him made all my reservations seem insignificant. He drove with his eyes on the road but his fingers stroking my clit as I started to moan gently, shifting my hips, needing him inside me. “I want you,” I said, the words out before I knew they were spoken.

“Patience,” he replied, moving his hand away to change gear. “We’ve a long drive ahead of us.”