She held him there for several long seconds, only lifting up enough to allow herself to draw in a breath before once again swallowing that thickness to the back of her throat. She allowed her throat to contract this time, knowing how that tightness would give Andrew increased pleasure.
She swallowed again and again as she rolled his balls in her hand before pressing one finger farther back and against that sensitive strip of skin between his balls and clenched bottom cheeks.
“Little Cat,” Andrew hissed, reaching out to tightly grasp her shoulders as if to stop her even as he slid down the chair to allow her greater access. “Dear God, Cat, is it your intention to kill me with pleasure?”
Her huff of dismissive laughter only made him groan deeper as the muscles of her throat contracted again.
“Press your finger harder,” he encouraged gruffly. “Further back, against my— That’s it,” he approved as her fingertip touched and pressed against the tight ring of muscle between his arse cheeks. It was a place she had never touched before, not even with Ewan. “Oh God, oh God, oh God, that’s it. That’s it!” Andrew shouted his ecstasy as her finger entered him to the first knuckle.
Cat was spurred on to greater intimacy as she sucked and stroke his cock at the same time as she thrust her finger deeper inside that ring of muscle until she was able to feel and stroke something spongy inside that hot channel.
“Fucking hell!” Andrew gasped. “There! There! Dear God, there!” The litany came to a rasping halt as Andrew tensed, his back arching, hips thrust upward to force her finger even deeper inside him. It also pushed his cock to the back of her mouth as the heat of his seed flooded Cat’s throat.
She swallowed it down quickly, lifting up slightly and continuing to stroke that spongy nubbin inside him as the second, third, and then fourth ejaculations spurted into her mouth before she swallowed those down too.
It tasted delicious, both salty and sweet, making Cat greedy as she continued to suck Andrew’s cock and press against that spongy sensitivity inside him until she was sure his balls had to be completely drained.
She slowly released him and slid her finger free before sitting back on her heels to look at him.
Andrew looked totally debauched as he slumped down in the chair. His hair was in disarray, eyes overbright, cheeks flushed, his lips swollen from where he seemed to have bitten on them, possibly to stop himself from shouting out and being heard.
His formal jacket and waistcoat were still in place over the white linen, but the kilt was bunched up at his waist, leaving his cock and thighs bare. His cock was no longer fully engorged to nine inches, but it gave a renewed twitch in response to Cat’s blatant stare.
“Having enjoyed being in your mouth once, my cock appears to be willing to go again,” Andrew murmured ruefully as his shaft visibly lengthened.
Cat gave him another of those cat-that-lapped-the-cream smiles. “I believe you said we must wait until tonight, until after you have spanked me, to enjoy each other again?”
His eyes narrowed. “You are playing with fire.”
Her smile widened as she curled her palm and fingers about his thickening cock to slowly caress up and down its length. “No, I am playing with you,” she corrected huskily. “I freely admit it has now become one of my fondest things to do.”
Andrew would far rather she had said he was one of her fondest things, but it was perhaps a little early in their acquaintance for her to have such feelings for him.
Early?
Dear God, in the past twenty-four hours, he had spanked her and pleasured her. Now she had reciprocated with an even deeper intimacy. Andrew had never before allowed or wanted anyone to penetrate his arsehole. But the pleasure he had felt when Cat pushed her finger inside him, going deeper to stroke against what he believed to be his prostate, had been beyond any words he could currently find. He only knew he wanted her to do it again. And again.
“Later tonight,” Cat promised softly as he obviously spoke those last words out loud.
She trailed her fingers down the bare length of his muscular thigh as she rose to her feet, then crossed the room to unlock and open the door. She turned to give Andrew one last intimate smile before she slipped out into the hallway and closed the door behind her.
Andrew’s shoulders and chest slumped, as if he had previously been held up by invisible strings.
Alec Munro might have warned Andrew of the dangers to be found in the Highlands, but he doubted the other man had been referring to the beautiful and sensual Catriona McGregor when he did so.
In fact, Andrew now knew that he hadn’t.
It was said that listeners never hear any good of themselves, but the knowledge Andrew now had from overhearing a single conversation could, and would, if he had his way, result in one or possibly more of the people present today with a noose about their neck.
As a newcomer to the Highlands and also an Englishman, he doubted his accusations would receive a fair hearing until he reached Inverness tomorrow. He sincerely hoped that Simon McGregor was more receptive to listening to the details of the conversation Andrew had overheard and the necessary steps needed to protect both Cat and Malcolm.
Dear God, Andrew had had no idea of the viper’s nest he was walking into when he came to the Highlands.
But it was a viper’s nest he fully intended to ensure neither Cat nor Malcolm fell victim to.
“Ye need to eat more, Catriona,” Fiona
