Page 17 of Dark Side of the Laird
“Show me,” I demanded.
Logan disappeared for a moment into his chamber, returning with a small, red velvet bag. He grinned wickedly at me and my heart skipped a beat, tongue went dry. What was in the bag?
“With this,” he said. He opened the bag, pulling out something I’d never expected to see in this era—a dildo. But not just any dildo, this one was made of marble, and greatly resembled Logan’s cock.
“That’s…” My voice trailed off and I swallowed. I’d never used one before.
“Modeled after my own,” he murmured. “The king sent a man, along with many other…presents… to produce it for me so I could use it on…”
He didn’t continue, and he didn’t need to. The picture of Logan with more than one woman was enough to make me fly into a jealous rage, but instead I reached out for the marble cock, and he pressed it onto my palm. It even had the same prominent vein running along the length of it.
“Wow,” I whispered.
“I want to watch ye pleasure yourself with my cock, while ye pleasure my real cock.”
I nodded, tongue too tied to answer. Suddenly I was hot all over, and not just from the warmth of the water.
Logan walked back behind me and lifted my head, then laid it back down on the edge of the tub, having placed a rolled towel there. “Lean back and look at me.”
I leaned my head all the way back, the soft towel a nice cushion against the edge of the tub. I looked up at him as he stood. His knees were near my head and his kilt played peek-a-boo with my senses, I could almost make out the lines of his hardened cock.
He smiled down at me. “A perfect position.”
For what?I wanted to ask, but my breath had hitched and I felt that any words able to make it past the tightening of my throat would only sound like gibberish.
Logan stripped off his clothes, revealing inch after inch of hardened sinew, until he stood bare above me. His thighs clenched, cock hard, abs flat and ridged. He bent over, putting his hands on the edges of the tub, his long, thick cock just barely touching my lips.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered. “Put the cock inside ye.”
I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. My knees fell open, ready, excited, and I dragged the dildo slowly over my abdomen toward the juncture of my thighs. The other went up to clutch a breast. I slid my fingers between the folds of my sex, feeling how slick I was already, not from the water, but from the desire Logan elicited from me. The excitement and allure of something new. I pressed the head of the dildo toward my opening, stroking it softly over my clit and shuddering at its hard, cold form—but liking it. The pad of my finger brushed over my sensitive clit and I bounced a little in the water, not expecting the shock it gave me. I was a lot more turned on that I’d thought.
“That’s it, lass, let me see ye push it inside ye.”
With the head positioned at my opening, I parted my thighs more and pushed it in an inch, feeling my body stretch to the demands of the marble. I cried out, wicked, forbidden sensations running rampant.
“Aye, lass, like that.” Logan’s breath hitched. “Now lick me.”
I groaned, feeling myself falling into that familiar drugged state, intoxicated by the heady sound of his voice and the potent sensations taking over my mind and body.
I flicked my tongue out, running it over the length of his cock as I pressed the marble deeper still. Logan hissed a breath, and he stiffened all over, preparing himself for the onslaught of sensation, for I knew it was just as intense for him. He kept himself just out of reach, so all I could do was tease him, tease myself. Trailing my free hand downward, I stroked slowly over my clit, slackening the pumps of the marble, timing them with the movements of my tongue.
Logan growled, shifting to the side of the tub. I turned my head, now at a better angle to suck him in deep.
“Take hold of my cock. Slide the marble out.” He hissed a breath as a I trailed my nails ever so lightly across the inside of his thigh. “Now put me in your mouth, and slide the marble inside ye, at the same time.”
I moaned, grabbing hold of his thickness and angling him toward me. I was surprised at how moving just a few inches to the side had made it so much easier for me to pleasure him. I leaned forward a little more and placed the velvet head on my lips as I skimmed the edge of my slit with my fingers and the marble. I canted my hips forward, pushing the dildo deep inside myself as I sucked his cock into my mouth. His cockhead hit he back of my throat, and his musky male scent enticed me.
Above me, Logan cursed then groaned.
I loved when he started to unwind.
“Slow, lass, take it slow.”
“Mmm,” I moaned. I withdrew him slowly, sliding the marble out and swirling it over my clit, and then sucked him back in at the same time I thrust the warmed dildo inside.
It was hot and wicked. And though I tried to keep it slow, to move at a pace that wouldn’t ruin us both, I couldn’t help but go quicker. Desire, passion, pleasure, all demanded I propel us forward. My hands took on a mind of their own, slipping the unforgiving stone in and out, up and down. Circling over my clit, and pushing and pulling him in and out of my mouth. My tongue circled over the head of his cock, teasing the ridge. I was frantic in my need for us both to finish.
“Wait,” he croaked, jerking back from me.
