CHAPTER FOUR

Taylor

She continued stroking me slow and steady, her hum of pleasure urging me on as I toyed with her swollen clit.

“Does that feel good, lass? Tell me I’m giving you what you want.”

“More. Inside me, please.”

Her breathy plea had my release on the edge of spilling over. I dipped my fingers inside her heat, the tight clench of her slick muscles around me as my thumb continued working her small button of pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re drenched.”

“Your cock is so thick.”

“Sweet talker.”

“It’s never going to fit. I’ve never been with someone so big.”

Jesus, I was going to come all over her hand before we could test that theory. “You’ve never been with someone like me.” I stared into her eyes and watched as she came. She fell over the cliff and shuddered, eyes fluttering closed.

“God, Taylor.”

“Fuck, if you don’t stop...” My words cut off with a groan as I did exactly what I had been worried about. I rocked into her hand, chasing every wave of pleasure as I came.

“What was that?” The teasing tone made it even harder for me.

Pulling my fingers from her cunt, I brought them to my mouth and sucked her arousal off each digit. Her eyes were hooded and everything relaxed in her, a sexy smile playing on her lips.

“I knew you’d taste fucking good.”

She let out the cutest giggle, then brought her palm to her lips, bringing my erection back in full force as she licked my cum off her skin.

“Same.”

“Fuuuuck, lass. Are you trying to kill me?”

“I hope you’re hydrated, Taylor.”

I kissed her again before opening her jeans and pulling them down her hips. My cock throbbed again, reminding me he was ready to put my stamina to the test.

“Do you doubt me?”

“It’s been a rough twenty-four hours. I wouldn’t hold it against you if you had to tap out.”

Letting out a low growl, I nipped her neck. “Is that a challenge?”

She gripped my shirt and tugged until I couldn’t ignore her silent request. I helped her remove the fabric, baring my body to her and loving the way she took in my ink with awe on her face.

“You’re beautiful.”

The way she breathed the compliment, as though she hadn’t expected it, made me proud. Hands that were hungry for my cock now explored the intricate designs covering my chest.

“How many do you have?”

Her fingers slid down my abs and over my hip bones, following the lines of black ink until she reached my waistband. I needed her to keep up her exploration, to build this connection that was weaving between us.

“They mostly all blend now, part of a bigger design, but I’d say thirty, maybe forty at this point.”

“That’s a lot of pain.”

“You don’t have any?”

“No.”

I smirked. “Do you want any?”

“Maybe. But right now, I just want you.”

I sat up on my knees before shoving my joggers down, then I freed my length and gave myself a long stroke as she watched.

“Your turn to show me yours, then.”

She giggled. “Hen? Did you just call me a chicken?”

“Aye, I suppose I did. It’s a term of endearment, trust me.”

When she bit her lower lip and hooked her thumbs under her knickers, I had to hold my breath to keep from reaching for her and helping the process along.

Banging on the front door echoed through the flat, causing Becca’s breath to catch in her throat and, more importantly, stopping the show she was putting on for me.

“Savage? Are you alive there? Open up!”

“Who is that?” Becca hissed, rolling out from under me and grabbing her jeans.

“A dead man,” I muttered.

But the banging started again, and I gritted my teeth against the frustration. I’d done it to myself.

“It’s Trick. He’s here for a workout. I’m sorry, hen. I forgot I had plans with him this morning.”

I made quick work of changing out of my cum-stained joggers and into a pair of black athletic shorts.

Pinning Becca with a stare, I ordered, “Stay. Right. There. Don’t move from this bed.” I hoped she couldn’t see the desperation in my eyes.

She nodded and stretched, arching her back and pressing her tits forward as she gave me a soft little moan.

“You’re a fucking tease, that’s what you are.”

“Just doing my best to keep you coming back for more.”

“Oh, aye, I’ll come back. I’m already addicted.”

As soon as I left the room, I missed her. God, the woman had me wrapped around her little finger already. That hadn’t happened in... a long bloody time.

I was infatuated.

Trick hammered on the door again, and I yanked it open just in time for him to raise his fist again.

“Good God, man, yer wheesht! It’s early yet. I don’t want my neighbors to hate me any more than they already do.”

“You don’t have neighbors. You made sure of that. Don’t give me any of that Scottish bullshit your granny uses.”

Trick was dressed for our run, with a gym bag slung over one shoulder, and headphones around his neck.

“You’re not ready. Fuck, man, did you forget?”

“Aye. I have a wee bit of a distraction in my bed at the moment.”

He smirked.“A distraction? The hot kind?”

“The hottest.”

“And I’m cockblocking.”

“That’s one way of putting it, aye.”

“Then don’t let me stop you. Looks like that dating app is working out great for you.”

I wasn’t sure what to tell him. I hadn’t met her on the app. I hadn’t even opened the fucking thing since I set up my account.

“Yeah. I’ve got them lined up round the block,” I lied.

“Legend. Well, have fun getting your cardio in. Same time tomorrow? It’s leg day.”

I jerked my chin at him in agreement, then shut the door in his face. The last thing I wanted was to spend another minute away from the sweet pixie waiting in my bed. But she was dressed and standing in the doorway to my room when I turned around.

“Lined up round the block, huh?” Her eyes were narrowed, hands balled into tight fists.

“Don’t be like that, when. I was only laughing with him.”

“At my expense?”

“Nae, that’s not what this was.”