SCOTTISH ROMANCE: My Sinful Surrender to a Highlander Werewolf (Scottish Werewolf Pregnancy Romance) (Historical Medieval Shape Shifter Paranormal Science Fiction Short Stories) (6 page)

Ashley sighed, “No, Clint, that can’t happen.”

He took her hand in his and placed it flat against the fly of his jeans.

“Feel that?  Can you feel what you’ve done to me?  What you’ve been doing to me since Labor Day?”

He groaned when she squeezed his cock gently.  It felt as large as she had imagined during all of those nights under the sheets with only her fingers to provide relief.

She exhaled softly.

“Mmm hmm.  That’s all because of you.”

She took his hand and placed it against the inseam of her jeans.  When he felt the heat radiating through the denim, his fingers could not help but circle and tease.

“Clint, no, I, we, you…” she lost her ability to speak as her knees weakened.

“You telling me no?” He looked more hurt than angry.

“Yes, I have to.”  She pulled away slowly, every nerve ending in her pussy screaming angry curses at her.

He stepped back from her, leaving a cold breeze in his wake.  They drove back to the house in silence, both afraid that any spoken word might cause their clothes to spontaneously fall off of their bodies and they would land in a compromising position in the back seat.  Once home, they silently closed the doors to their own bedrooms.  There was no mistaking the mutual groans through the wall between the beds as they both rode wave after wave of pleasure listening to each other.

Christmas was awkwardly quiet that year and their parents were only mildly confused.  After a few more days, Ashley opted to return to school early and Clint was required to return to his base.

Ashley really did like her boyfriend Sam, but ended up calling it quits towards the end of January.  He was too nice of a guy and deserved better than some distracted girl who was losing interest in him.  He was the kind of guy she had hoped for as a high school girl, nice looking, sweet, decent.  But then Clint happened.

Clint continued down his path of vapid vacant barflies but it was only slightly better than masturbating.  Although there were even nights he preferred his own hand so that he could bathe in the images of Ashley as he groaned to himself.

One night over Spring Break, Ashley had had way too much to drink and stumbled back to her apartment with glassy lust in her eyes.  She wanted Clint, she knew she wanted him, and he knew she wanted him.  There was no denying it as she tried to make her eyes focus on the screen in front of her face.  She fumbled with her cell phone and found his number.

Hey
she typed.

Well hey yourself.
He replied.

Her heart jumped and her clit throbbed.

So about Christmas…
Her last shreds of self-control had dissolved in the third margarita.  Or maybe it was the fourth.  Or possibly the fifth.

Yes?
His curiosity was peaked and his cock twitched automatically.

I can’t stop thinking about it.  About what almost happened.

Me either.  God so many times I’ve cum thinking about what we should have done that night.

You too?
He nearly shot his load when she admitted the same.

Clint, I can’t stop thinking about you.

Me either, Ashley. What are we going to do?

It’s not a good idea.  Any of them.

No, not good.  They’re amazing.  At least in my head.

LOL How could I live up to that?

Give it your best shot.

Ashley stared at the phone for a long drunken second.  She carried the phone to the bathroom and slowly pulled off her tank top to stare at her own breasts in their lacy bra.  She held the camera on the phone close to her chest and the flash went off.  She sent the picture over to Clint.

Clint was getting nervous at the delay.  Had he pissed her off?  Had she passed out?  Then his phone chirped and his hand tightened on his cock automatically.  She had sent him a close-up picture of her breasts.  Just these two perfect swells peeking over a thin layer of lace.

Damn woman.

It chirped again.  The side of her jaw leaned away from the camera, exposing her soft throat and delicate neck.  So perfect for biting.

You’re killing me…

Chirp.  This time she sent a close-up picture of a curve of skin with just the tiniest string stretched across.  He studied it closely and then realized it was that thin sensitive skin where the hip and torso and leg all meet.  He groaned out loud in his room.

Ashley…

Yes Clint?

Aw man, my buddies are asking me who’s blowing up my phone.  If they take it away from me to check, I’m in deep shit.

Best save those pictures elsewhere.  Well, only if you want to.

Oh that’s not what I want to do.

No?  You don’t want to save them?

Not what I mean.  I mean I’m not going to make it on pictures alone.

Well I’m about to pass out so I gotta go.

Dammit woman, you can’t leave me like this

Like what?

About to explode.

Then do something about it.  And tell me about it tomorrow.

He clicked the phone off and within seconds was thrusting hard into his fist, shooting his desire all over his own stomach.  Before he passed out, he took a close-up shot of his firm abs, speckled with his own cum, and sent it over to her.

Ashley had been waiting up to see if he said anything after he was done.  When she saw the picture a few minutes later, her fingers plunged into her own pussy and she shuddered through her own climax.

She was completely distracted the entire next day at classes.  Her whole body hummed constantly, and she feared the only thing that would quiet it would be Clint himself.  The thoughts of Clint just were not working anymore and her fingers were not doing the trick.  She knew she could have enlisted assistance, either from a battery-powered friend or someone from a nearby college bar.  But this went way beyond normal horniness.  This was need for him specifically.

In between classes, she fired off a quick text,
Need to get off and wish you were here
.

Clint was out on maneuvers when it came through so he did not see it until about mid-day over lunch.  His buddy punched him in the arm when he moaned.

“Dude, you okay?  Get some bad clams?”

Clint punched him back, “Naw man, I’m good.” Now he had to go back to work with a raging hard-on that really did not want any more of his hand.  It wanted her hands and lips and pussy.

When classes were over for the day, she headed back to the apartment, shucked all of her clothes except her thong and lay down on the bed.   She inched the top band down until it rested just above her mound, and clicked the camera.

When Clint got off work that evening, he immediately checked his phone.  He saw the smooth skin that disappeared into the bunched up lace and nearly licked the phone screen.

God, just one more inch…  Just one more

Now sober, she was ready to torment him in full. 
Is that what the last girl asked you for?

Dammit Ashley.  Not what I meant.

I know, but still funny.

She had already slipped out of the thong and curled it up next to her foot on the bed.  She clicked a nicely staged shot of her pink toes playing with the thong.

Clint cursed out loud and by text. 
Fuck…

Offer or request?

Threat

LOL Anything else you’d like to see before I take care of some personal business?

Anything you want to show me at this point

Ashley grinned to herself and slowly slid her fingers against her slippery pussy, coating them with the evidence of her own desire.  Then sent a picture of her glossy fingertips to Clint.

A long pause before he responded. 
Goddammit

What?

I just made a fucking mess all over myself

Show me

She was rewarded with a picture of his firm muscular chest spotted with the evidence of his explosion.  She grinned to herself.  The torture was almost worth it just to know what effects she had on him.  But unfortunately it ended up torturing herself as well.

Well I’m off to go take care of some personal business

He groaned and dug his fingers into the pillow under his head. 
Dammit

What now?

Wish I was there to help…  Or at least watch…

Use your imagination big boy

That’s what’s getting me in trouble

Ashley’s whole body tingled as she thought about his hands replacing hers.  She did not know if he was actually any good but at this point, she wanted him so badly, it really would not have made a difference.  Her stomach trembled and she moaned as she shuddered through her climax.

The next day her classes seemed even less interesting that normal.  She could not focus on anything in her real life and even contemplated finding a lover for the night just to ease the tautness in her body.  But she knew it would do no good if it was anyone other than Clint.

Even her friends starting asking her what was going on, that she seemed so distracted lately.  She could not very well tell them what was really going on.  She could not even tell them it was some new guy she met.  They would ask way too many questions and she just did not have any answers ready.

Clint’s army buddies were also razzing him hard about the fact he was no longer picking up the barflies.  As frustrated and worked up as Ashley was getting him, taking home some random chick from the bar just did not seem like it was worth the effort.

Ashley’s school year was winding down quickly, and she knew she would be headed home soon for a visit before starting her summer job on campus.  She prayed Clint would be there for at least part of the visit but she also hoped he would stay away.  It was to the point where she could no longer resist any advances he might make.  Hell, it was to the point where she might be the one making the advances.

Clint had talked to his dad and knew very well that Ashley would be home over Memorial Day weekend.  He tossed and turned, debating on whether to take leave or not.  After several sleepless nights, he decided he had to find out once and for all.

A couple of weeks later, Ashley was lounging by the pool at her mom’s house.  Her string bikini left little to the imagination and very small tan lines.  She reclined on the lounge chair and enjoyed the feel of the warm sun on her skin.  She yelped when the droplets of cold water hit her stomach and jumped up out of the chair.

Clint grinned at her and watched as her full breasts shimmied under the small triangles of fabric.

“Totally worth the ass-kicking I’m about to get.”

“Clint…” she breathed.  He had to show up in nothing but swim trunks.  His cut, tanned muscles taunted her lonely pussy.

“Ashley.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Honestly?  I’m not exactly sure.  But my dad said you’d be here this weekend so…”

“So you thought you’d drop by to interrupt my pool time?” She tried desperately to think of a way to stop herself from jumping him.

“Something like that,” he grinned.

She looked down at the glass of lemonade in her hand and back up at him.  Her eyes glittered with an evil spark and she tossed the contents at his chest.

“What the fuck—?” he hollered.  “Oh no ma’am.  You did NOT just do that!”

She grinned at him, “Seems only fair…”

He propelled his body forward into hers and then carried the two of them backwards until they landed squarely in the pool.

She came up sputtering, “Clint!  What the hell?”

He stared at her.  Her firm breasts floating gently in the water, her long brown hair slicked back from the water.  He closed the foot gap between them until he was standing directly over her.  Ashley looked up at him and blinked slowly.  His hands slowly circled her waist under the water and he pulled her against him.

“Clint…” she gasped.

And he crushed her lips with his own.

The heat from the sun seemed to radiate into her entire body, focusing on the throbbing between her legs.  His lips were surprisingly soft and his tongue teased her lower lip.  She moaned softly into his mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck.  As she parted her lips, she felt one of his legs separate hers until she was straddling his thigh.  She could feel his cock twitching against her.

He felt her full breasts against his chest and dug his fingers into the curve of her ass.  He was so close to ripping off her bikini bottom and his swim trunks and just sliding her down onto his cock.  Instead, he slid one hand up her smooth skin until it brushed the lower curve of her breast.  His thumb found her nipple under the thin fabric triangle of her bikini and traced light slow circles around it.

“Oh god,” she murmured against his neck.  “Clint…”

“Ashley, we really…” He tried to stop himself but his fingers pinched her stiffening nipple until she gasped.

She was grinding against his thigh and his hand on her ass pressed her down against it harder.  Her thigh rubbed against his swelling cock and he swore softly under his breath.