Page 85 of Steel & Surrender

“Show me,” she murmured, her fingers trailing down his naked belly. “I want to give ye the same pleasure.”

His lips quirked, even as his gaze burned into her. “Ye don’t have to, lass. Ye—”

His voice cut off then as her hand palmed the tip of his erection.

It had swollen even further, the crown fully emerging from the waistband of his braies now.

It took little to free it.

And as she pushed his braies down over his narrow hips, his rod—thick and swollen, a vein coiling around its underside—reared up from a nest of dark curls.

“Show me,” she repeated firmly. “I wish to learn.”

He took a deep, ragged breath then and stepped back, grabbing her hand and drawing her off the bench.

“All right then, Brì,” he growled. “On yer knees.”

24: ALL THIS UNSAID

THE COMMAND MADE her tremble, even as excitement slugged her in the belly.

She willingly complied, dropping to her knees on the dusty floor. Her kirtle would be covered in soot after this, but she couldn’t bring herself to mind.

Instead, she reached for him, one hand instinctively cupping the weight of his bollocks while the other traced the straining length of his shaft with her fingertips.

“Right,” he said, his voice tight now. “Wrap yer fingers around the base of me.”

He paused then as she complied. “That’s right … a little firmer. Glide it up and down slowly, mind, and stroke my stones with yer other hand.”

Need now pulsed between her thighs as she did his bidding, feeling his shaft grow harder and hotter still under her grip.

“Take me in yer mouth now,” he ground out.

She eagerly complied. He tasted musky, slightly salty—delicious.

“Good lass.” His voice sounded choked now. “Lick around the base of the crown with yer tongue.”

She flicked the tip of her tongue as bid and was rewarded by a deep, guttural groan. Encouraged, she continued to stroke him with her hand and started to suck the tip.

Greig rasped a throaty curse. “Take me in deeper … into yer mouth. Slide yer lips up and down my prick.” He bit the words out now, his voice catching. “All the way … that’s it.”

Hearing him so transported excited her even further, and she changed position slightly before sinking her mouth down on him, bringing him as deep as she could.

The size of him tugged at her jaw, but she didn’t care. Still stroking his bollocks with one hand and holding the base of his rod with the other, she started to work him.

Greig’s fingers tangled in her hair, and his hands guided her gently, encouraging her to take him deeper still. “Aye, lass … take it all.”

As the tip of his rod hit the back of her throat, her eyes started to water, yet the pleasure that now coiled once more in her lower belly urged her on. She’d never thought she’d love such an act, but she did.

Once again, just like when she’d seen him give himself over to sensation when she touched him earlier, it was heady—a moment of both vulnerability and power.

Although he had taken her to her peak earlier, she could feel something building once more.

She sucked him enthusiastically then, letting out a cry of disappointment when he gently drew her off his straining prick. He then pulled her to her feet and lifted her onto the bench once more.

“Yer mouth is sweet indeed, Brì,” he said roughly, splaying her legs wide and stroking the weeping tip of his rod between her spread thighs. “But it’s yer hot quim I want to lose myself in.”

His words inflamed her, and she forgot her disappointment, trembling as he hooked his hand under one knee and lifted her leg so that her hips rocked up to meet him.