Chapter 26

Drew began laughing, though admittedly it came out labored because this cheeky vixen had stolen his breath. "Oh, pet," He chuckled, caressing those curls before gently nudging her down onto the bed. "It'll take quite a bit more to get me off." He wasn't bragging so much as stating a simple fact. He was no minute to win it man and, given how busy they were, going out and patrolling for a one-nighter was usually more work than it was worth, so he handled his needs himself.

Drew wouldn't be popping his cork like a teenage boy.

"And when I do cum," He pulled her down, so her legs were off the bed and on his shoulders, with him kneeling on the floor. "It'll be inside your delicious little body." But first…a snack.

Her panties were gone in a matter of seconds as Andrew peeled them from her body, using his teeth. That had to be the most erotic sight she'd ever seen in her life. Tressa had no bra on because the dress had a built-in one and, honestly, the bra strap would have bothered her bruised shoulder. The bite mark. Jon's mark. Andrew didn't comment or seem bugged by the fact she was with another man the previous night. Did that make her a whore? Tressa didn't care, especially when Andrew buried his face between her thighs, but didn't immediately go after his snack. No…she gasped as he sank his teeth into her inner thigh and began sucking, leaving his own 'mark' on her.

"Andrew!" She gasped out, shuddering against him, and buried her fingers in his hair.

Tressa did NOT expect him to do that, but wasn't complaining either because it felt DAMN good! No, it did not make her a whore. If it did, then that made him a poor, desperate bloke willing to take anything he could get, and Drew was not a desperate man. He had his fair share of women throwing themselves at him lately, a lot seemed obsessed with his 'new' look, it took all kinds he supposed.

"Mmm, yes?" He rumbled with a slight smile, moving to the other thigh and giving it the same treatment, making sure to avoid the bruised area.

He was tempted to cover it with his own mark, but that would wind up hurting her. Once finished, he swiped his tongue right up her slit and to her clit, growling when he felt her thighs quivering. She was in a world of ecstasy. Every part of her tingled from head to toe at the feeling of Drew's mouth on her nethers, stroking her clit repeatedly. The man was masterful at oral sex and Tressa never wanted it to end, gently grinding her pussy into his mouth just to enhance the intensity. He didn't hold her down like Jon would have, allowing her to get lost in what was happening between them completely. She had released his hair, not wanting to yank it out of its roots, and instead laced their fingers together to rest on the bed beside her. She cried out and whimpered, panting, her body forming a fine sheen of sweat while her orgasm began to build slowly.

"Ooohhhh, Andrew honey, please make me cum…make me cum for you…" She wasn't above begging, her body bowing off the bed somewhat and Drew growled, sending vibrations throughout her tiny frame.

Sliding one thick finger between her velvety folds, Drew clenched his teeth at the feeling of her inner walls clamping down just down on his finger. He could only imagine what that was going to feel like when he finally sank his cock into her. Drew crooked his fingers, stroking her sweet spot while he kept stimulating her clit with his tongue, lips, and teeth. When he felt she was ready, he added a second finger, hearing her breathing picking up and now her lower body was both quivering and tensing at the same time.

"Come on, lass, cum for me…" He ordered, staring up at her out of hooded eyes, increasing the pressure just a little on that inner spot most men couldn't find with a flashlight and a map.

He found it…he knew EXACTLY where it was and her chest heaved up and down, her breathing nothing more than harsh panting, and felt her entire body quake. That rush washed over her, the euphoria and she cried out his name as she climaxed, reaching her end. Her hot juices flowed into his mouth and Andrew drank her greedily while her pussy quivered and convulsed, almost.

"Fuck that was so good…" Tressa laughed out breathlessly, scrubbing a hand down her face, and felt Andrew finally pull away when she had nothing left to give him, those deep, midnight blue orbs locked on her. "Come…here…" She crooked her finger at him, beckoning him to climb up the length of her body and Andrew obeyed until his face hovered over hers. Tressa gently cupped his face in her small, soft hands and brought his mouth down on hers, moaning at the taste of herself on his tongue. "Andrew…fuck me before I lose what's left of my mind, honey…"

"Oh, I don't know, lass… you're a beautiful sight when you're losing your mind," He informed her with a chuckle of his own, trailing kisses down along her jawline and then the column of her throat.

She was damp with a fine sheen of sweat already and he buried his face in the crook of her neck, feeling her hands on his shoulders, nudging at him. Nodding, he reached down between their bodies and positioned the tip of his cock at her entrance, knowing even with her being 'warmed up', he was going to have to go slow so he didn't hurt her. Pulling his head up, he locked eyes with her, just as he pushed forward.

"Holy…shit…"

Tressa gripped his shoulders tighter, feeling her body being stretched to the absolute limits, and wondered, briefly, if Drew would fit all the way inside of her. His girth was insane! She swallowed hard, feeling him take this slow and it was both needed and made her crazy. Her eyes didn't leave his, wanting to see the look on his face as he pushed further and further inside of her hot depths. Her confidence heightened at the euphoria on the man's face once he was fully sheathed, somehow, inside of her. Christ, her walls were BURNING from being stretched and all she wanted to do was for him to move, but knew if he did, he could possibly tear her up.

"A-Andrew…oh god…" Was it possible sex with Andrew was better than with Jon? So far, that answer was a resounding yes, and Drew hadn't even moved yet, gritting his own teeth to reign in his control. "You're not hurting me, you can move it's okay…" All she wanted to do was intensify this raw connection between them, to really feel what this sexy Scotsman had to offer.

Drew already knew that tomorrow she was going to be a mass of aches and pains, she'd have muscle soreness in her inner thighs and yeah…she was minuscule compared to him. "You need to let me know if I'm hurting you." His voice came out strained, his teeth clenching.

Wondering how a woman, who was obviously sexually experienced was so goddamn tight, when she had just taken a pounding the night before, Drew refused to treat her like an animal. Tressa didn't look like she was in pain, she looked impatient and he shook his head, taking his time in slowly pulling away from her, letting her feel every last bit of him. Raising himself up, he looked down between them, watching as he disappeared back into her receptive body with a raised brow.

"You're not, it feels exquisite, Andrew…" She assured him, hissing out as he slowly began thrusting in and out of her, bending her knees up to press her feet into the bedding and dug her nails into his shoulders. Her body arched into him, meeting him for every slow yet powerful thrust he produced inside of her. "Oh fuck, fuck…" She moaned out uncontrollably, knowing the only way to switch positions was to ask him because Andrew was so much bigger than her.

Stronger, powerful…god this man exuded raw power. Instead, she brought his mouth down on hers, passionately kissing him, and pushed herself up to where he pulled back and lifted her legs up to drape over his shoulders, knowing he would go even deeper inside of her in this position. Their bodies stayed connected and he began thrusting at a rhythmic, methodic pace.

"Yes, yes…god harder, please…" This man would not hurt her, and she hoped his trepidation melted away soon because she wanted to experience ALL of what Drew had to offer.

"As mo'leannan demands," He growled, slowly but surely upping the tempo of this dance, though he never stopped watching her face. Her face and the way her body responded would cue him in on what worked, what didn't, and how she was feeling. Drew could definitely be an egotistical, selfish prick as many could attest, but he was a generous lover, or at least he tried to be. "You're perfect, Tressa," He informed her, his breathing elevated. "Every last bit of you…" She fit him like a custom-made, velvet glove.

"So are you…oh god, that's it…that's it…" Tressa writhed beneath him, raking her nails down his rock-hard arms, and gasped when Drew suddenly left her body.

Within moments, seconds, she was on her hands and knees in front of him, her backside staring him in the face, and Drew plummeted back inside of her tight little body. Now, THIS was the ticket – this was what she'd been waiting for and Tressa didn't care how sore she'd be in the morning. The morning was far away and she was right here, in the now, pushing back against him as he thrust forward, the sounds of his balls slapping against her pussy lips resonating around his room.

"Oh fuck! A-Andrew!"

Looping his arm around her, just beneath her breasts, Drew pulled her up just a bit, groaning when he felt her beginning to grind back on his dick along with her spasming. "That's it, cum all over me, Tressa…"

He snaked that hand down between her legs, finding her sensitive bundle of nerves, and caressed her with nimble fingers, feeling her entire body starting to shake. Drew could feel his own balls tightening, tension coiling in him, and inhaled deeply through his nose, reigning his body in. Not yet. He wasn't done with her yet. If this was going to be a one-and-done kind of night, he wanted it to be something they both were going to look back on with smiles.

She would smile regardless because this had already been a night to remember.

Her first taste of Scottish whiskey and now Scottish dick…Tressa could honestly say she was a fan of both. Would Drew want her for more than a night though? Or did he just want to test the waters and see what she had to offer? Her head lulled back against his sweaty chest, her hand curling up to bury her fingers in his hair as she came hard, screaming his name. His fingers did not leave her wet sex, even as they were coated in her essence, Drew kept fondling that bundle of nerves. The orgasm ripped through her body like a tornado and Drew rode it out, refusing to give in, refusing to end this between them. That followed a second one shortly after and, by now, Tressa was on extremely shaky ground, not sure how much more her body could withstand.

"O-Oh g-god…please…PLEASE, ANDREW!" A third and final orgasm hit hard and this time, he exploded with her, filling her body with his seed while roaring her name in that deep, gritty accented voice of his.

"Fuck, Tressa!" Drew groaned when he felt his finally limp dick slide out of her equally limp body.

If not for his arm holding her up, she would have dropped, and it was sheer willpower keeping him up right now. Drew began kissing down the side of her neck, finally letting his forehead rest against her nape as he focused on breathing properly. Eventually, he gently lay her down on the bed and tried not to drop too heavily beside her, landing on his side. He let his hand rest on her stomach, his hair just as tousled as hers and he grinned when she smiled at him, still a bit on the breathless side.

Tressa relished being in this man's arms and snuggled further against him, her back against his chest, their sweaty bodies mingling, and neither cared. It was such an incredible feeling and she tilted her head back enough to brush her lips against his before letting him return to kissing her neck and shoulder. It was the marked shoulder. Coming down from their sexual high, Tressa was more focused now as the passion haze cleared from her mind and she had to wonder what happened after this. If anything. Did Drew want her to stay the night with him or to leave? The way his arms tightened around her told her he wanted her to stay and she relaxed completely, her breathing slowly returning to normal, along with her heart rate. Drew was someone who enjoyed post-coital cuddling, the lingering warmth and high taking its time leaving his body.

"Stay the night, Tressa," He whispered in her hair, feeling her head nodding, and smiled. "Good."

Shifting, he rest his head on the pillow and pulled her up, so she was eye-level with him, his large palm skimming her side as he studied her flushed face. If she had morning regret…well, he was hoping she didn't because he wasn't sure if he wanted to see it in those beautiful eyes or wake up to an empty, cold bed. Tressa read his mind, sliding the pad of her thumb across his bottom lip, just like she had earlier in the bar, and rubbed her nose against his before kissing him softly.

"I'm not going anywhere, honey."

Just for more reassurance, she hooked her leg over his thick, muscular one and scooted as close to him as she could, caressing the side of his face. Tressa wasn't tipsy either, just feeling as though she was on a cloud and never wanted to come off it again. She also wouldn't mind having another round or two with Drew, after they both recovered a bit or even morning sex.

That was a definite possibility.

"Thank you for an incredible night, Andrew. I really needed this."

"You and me both, lass. I should be thanking you." He smiled, bringing her hand to his mouth to kiss her palm. "So, how does this play out tomorrow?" Might as well just get that out of the way now, pull off the band-aid, so to speak. "Pretend it didn't happen, business as usual?" That would be a bit hard for him, but… he had learned the hard way to respect boundaries. "I don't want that, just in case you're curious." She might as well know where he stood. "I also know you're not looking for a relationship."

She was still grieving her dead husband.