Quarterback's Secret Baby(123)

I quietly got up and moved around so I was lying on Darach's other side and Cameron was no longer between us. She was fast asleep and I knew I probably should have been more responsible but Darach was hard and I was apparently developing a specific kind of syndrome that involved not being able to think about or pay attention to anything else when he was in that state. He caught my eye when I reached down into his shorts and wrapped my hand around him and I watched his expression go from amused to open-mouthed arousal in seconds at my touch.

"Jennifer..." he whispered, rocking his hips forward involuntarily, pushing himself further into my hand and closing his eyes as I stroked him slowly.

"Can you be quiet?" I asked when his eyes started to glaze over and his breath got fast. He didn't answer and I slowed down until he regained enough composure to answer me.

"Yeah, Jenny. Don't stop."

I pushed my hand a little further down this time, running my fingertips over his balls and caressing them gently.

"Can you feel how full those are?" Darach asked, blue eyes sparkling with desire, "That's your fault, Jenny. You have to deal with that."

"Mmm...good." I leaned in close to him and let him slip his tongue between my lips and kiss me. Then I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and stroked up again, all the way to the tip, which was shiny with pre-cum.

"Jenny..." Darach's tone was heavy now and he pushed one of his hands down under my t-shirt and into my bikini top, pinching one of my nipples lightly and rolling it between his fingers. It was too much, I knew I wasn't going to be able to keep quiet. I stood up quickly, before he could stop me, and headed off into the trees behind the narrow strip of beach beside the loch. Darach followed me, grabbing my hand and putting it right back where he wanted it as soon as we were out of sight.

"I think," I whispered, leaning in and kissing his bare chest, "this might be my new favorite thing."

"Yeah?" he breathed, thrusting his hips forward and exhaling heavily as I sped up, "What's that?"

I smiled at him a little coyly and answered: "Making you come."

"Oh Jenny. You're going to make me come very soon, oh Christ..."

When he was right on the very edge I knelt down in front of him suddenly and opened my mouth, stroking him right over it.

"Fuck. Jennifer, oh fuck."

I caught his eye and shushed him, gesturing towards the beach. Then I brought the head of his cock down to my lips and kissed it, running the tip of my tongue over it while he watched, his breath strangled as he tried to keep quiet.

"I want you to come, Darach. I want you to come on my tongue, OK? Please?"

I didn't even finish the sentence before the first hot, salty spurt of cum hit my lips. I stayed where I was, completely transfixed by how sexy I felt on my knees in front of the Laird, eagerly opening my mouth for him, moving my hand away so he could finish himself off, just smiling up at him and enjoying every second as he ran the tip of his cock through the cum that was now all over my lips and running down my chin.

"Jesus Christ, Jennifer. Are you a serial killer or something?"

"What?!" I asked, standing up again, giggling at the incongruous question. "Am I a serial killer? You need to work on your pillow talk, Laird McLanald."

"Well you've got to have something wrong with you. You're great with kids, you're beautiful, you're sexy as hell, you're smart, you're funny. What's the catch?"

I watched him as he tried with moderate success to fit his still semi-engorged cock back into his shorts. Beautiful. He called me beautiful. The only other person who had ever called me beautiful was my grandmother. I froze a little at the thought of her and tried to keep joking around with Darach:

"You got me, I'm a serial killer. And I only kill Scottish men with huge dicks."

He'd seen the look on my face, though.

"What, Jenny? Is something wrong?"

But the afternoon was too lovely and Darach was too sexy and perfect and I didn't want to ruin it by questioning it so I waved it off.

"What? No, everything's fine. Especially you."

He gave me a hard smack on the ass as we walked back to the spot on the beach where Cameron was still sleeping - "I'll take care of you tonight, Jennifer Robinson."

Spending time with the Laird - and with Cameron - during that early summer was strange. It was strange mostly because it didn't feel strange, it felt ideal in so many ways I hadn't expected. One of my friends back home was dating a man with two children and I'd caught myself thinking about it a few times, certain it would never be right for me. But Cameron wasn't a hindrance and I didn't resent her her father's attentions. For his part Darach just seemed happy to see Cameron so confident and secure with me. Those lazy Scottish afternoons lulled all three of us into thinking that because we felt like a family, we were a family.