Quarterback's Secret Baby(131)

"Not long sir, a couple of minutes."

I loved the anger in his voice. I loved the maleness of his frustration and the single-minded intensity of his need. When he reached down and adjusted himself in his pants I felt a twinge between my legs.

We finally got to the room but there was no time to even glance around - Darach had me pushed against the wall, my wrist pinned up above my head, as soon as the door was closed behind us. We were ravenous, starved for each other. When he yanked at the zipper of my dress too hard and I heard the sound of ripping fabric he pushed my hand away:

"Fuck the dress, Jennifer. I'll buy you another one."

As soon as it was off he was pushing me towards the bed, his head bent down so he could kiss my breasts as he went. Then I was on my back and he was between my legs, pushing them open as wide as he could and tearing my flimsy panties off. I pushed my fingers into his hair as he kissed down my belly and felt my muscles starting to tense with anticipation. Right on the edge of my clit he looked up at me:

"I think I could eat you, Jennifer. I think I could just eat you right now."

But I couldn't respond because his tongue was on my clit and I had my hand pressed against my mouth, stifling a small scream as he used his big shoulders to open my legs even further.

"Darach...Darach..." My voice was quiet as I fought to stay in control. I was no match for him, though, or his tongue. He slid it up and down the side of my clit gently - not too gently, until my hips were rocking up against him and my breath was coming fast and hard. But he didn't let me come. At the very last moment he pulled away, smiling wickedly up at me as I begged and pleaded and tried to push his head back down between my legs.

"No." He said, looking me right in the eye. "Not yet. You come when I'm ready for you to come, Jenny."

Being talked to like that - in that stern tone of voice - just made me more desperate. I was almost incoherent:

"Darach, no, please...please, I need you."

He moved up and put the weight of his body on mine, kissing my mouth hard and grinding down against me. "I know you need me, Jennifer. I love the way you need me."

He made me watch him take his time unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants - there was a light sheen of sweat on his forehead - I could feel the effort it was taking him to stay in control and I knew it wasn't going to last for long.

My legs opened themselves when Darach took his cock out, holding it in his hand and guiding it between my lips.

"Roll over."

"What?" I asked, completely distracted.

"Jennifer, roll over."

I did as I was told, rolling over onto my tummy and pushing my hips - my ass - up into the air.

"Oh, Jenny. Yeah. You look so good like that, baby."

I looked back over my shoulder and watched his eyes close when he pushed himself into me and grasped my hips, pulling me all the way back against him.

Neither of us could last long. Within a few strokes I was right back where he'd brought me with his tongue, skating along the edge of an orgasm I could just feel was going to shake me to my core. I buried my face into a pillow when I felt it about to break over me and balled my hands into fists as Darach held himself all the way up inside me, moaning as my sex started to spasm around him. It was such acute agony coming for him like that, shoulders on the bed and my body arching itself back to him over and over, needing everything he could give me. The sweet little tightenings inside me didn't have time to subside before I felt Darach's fingers digging into my flesh.

"Oh Jenny, Jennifer, you're going to make me come, oh God..." he trailed off into a loud groan as he started to climax, forcing me to brace myself on the bed with my arms so he didn't push me over. It made me crazy the way he sounded when he came, the depth in his voice as he moaned my own name into my ear and kissed the back of my neck.

"Fuck!" Darach swore as he thrust into me one last time, hard enough so it was on the verge of being painful, making sure I took all of him.

We were both damp with sweat in spite of the air conditioning. Darach pulled himself out of me and leaned down to kiss my back before lying next to me to catch his breath. Needless to say, we did not get much - if any - sleep that night. We were both sore the next day, too. There was a certain not unpleasant tenderness between my legs and I kept catching Darach wincing slightly. He caught my eye once when it happened and winked at me, chuckling:

"Woman, I'm going to need hospital treatment if we keep this up!"





Chapter 15


We flew back to the UK two days later and I finally got a ride in Laird McLanald's helicopter when it brought us from London to the castle. Darach pointed it out when we got close enough to see it: