Chapter 2

Two

Holly

M alcolm stood in the center of my room, pressing me against the wall. Every inch of his hard body fit snuggly against all of mine in the most delicious, forbidden way. And the best part was this dirty talker had a Scottish accent. It was like finding out I had a secret craving and then being able to immerse myself in it.

His lips trailed hot kisses over my neck. Strong hands roamed my body, stroking and working my desire for him into something I swiftly lost control over. I wasn't thinking of Noah, not in the least. What Malcolm didn't realize was tonight the dickhead dumped me. So the little call Malcolm made did me a favor. Noah was my first boyfriend, and outside of kissing and cuddling, he didn't have much desire to explore things between us physically. Noah wanted to save my virginity for our wedding night like I was a piece of glass set on a shelf.

It was all about what he wanted.

What I wanted was for Malcolm Murdoch to fuck me.

I blamed my virginity for this situation.

A twenty-two-year-old virgin in New York City? It was embarrassing. But labeled a genius at an early age through all those intelligence tests had left some gaps in my education.

So here I was, plastering myself against my colleague who, by any measure, was a womanizer, while I was on the other end of the spectrum.

That was what my brain told me, at least.

My body was on fire for him. My familiarity with Malcolm from working with him daily erased my usual awkward feelings in social situations.

I licked my lower lips. I probably shouldn't have encouraged him back at the bar, but I was feeling a little burned after Noah gave me the boot in his utterly polite socially acceptable way. By being curt and cold. In other words, a robot.

Nothing about Malcolm felt cold or robotic.

God this was happening. This was Malcolm.

Yes, he was an arrogant asshole, as I reminded him regularly. But I'd also witnessed him give away his winter coat to a homeless man in the ER on a frigid night and I knew he'd paid more than a few patients' medical bills. He didn't know I knew that.

I popped the top few buttons of his shirt while his lips kissed my collarbone and lower. I slid my hand inside his shirt, feeling the solid plane of his chest. My fingertips curled in the dusting of hair there.

"Bed?" I whispered.

"I've wanted to fuck you against the wall all night," Malcolm growled. His voice grew thicker when he was excited, I noted. "Fill that tight pussy of yours with my cock and feel you squeeze around me."

I gulped. Malcolm growling in a Scottish burr was fucking fantastic.

I made the mistake of gasping with surprise and he took advantage, claiming my mouth in a hard kiss that yes, made my toes curl and my heart race.

He lifted me and I wrapped my legs around his waist. His fingers kneaded my ass, sliding ever closer to my?—

"Oh!" I cried, dropping my forehead to rest on his shoulder.

He rubbed the fabric of my panties before hooking a finger inside. I moaned into his neck when he stroked a finger over my throbbing clit.

"Holly, damn" Malcolm's voice was ragged. "You're so wet."

The feral growl in his voice only made me grow wetter. My head fell back when he stroked a finger along the soft flesh of my dripping wet pussy lips. Sounds of my juices and his finger working me filled the room.

"And Jesus, you're fucking tight." He angled his finger, and I ground my hips against him.

Jesus help me, if he made fingering me feel this fantastic, what would taking him deep inside me feel like?

"Such sticky panties. Let's make that pussy come all over my cock."

"Yes." I hooked one hand around his neck while the other reached for his waistband.

"There's no rush, Holly. We have all night." He carried me to my small bed.

Maybe there wasn't a rush for him, but I felt like I was fucking going to explode if I didn't have him inside me.

He lay me on the bed. The buttons on his shirt that I opened gave me a glimpse of his bare skin, making my mouth water. He removed his shirt, then his pant and I was left speechless. Malcolm Murdoch was impressive with clothes on, naked…the man could revive the dead.

There was just enough light from outside that I could appreciate the planes of his abs, the way his treasure trial dusted down his abdomen and led to the thick base of his cock—thick, veined and so very very perfect.

I'd seen plenty of men without their clothes in my line of work, but nothing that aroused me like Malcolm's fully erect cock did. It was fucking huge. I was familiar with the mechanics, but I wasn't exactly sure how that was going to fit inside me.

And yet I never wanted anything like I wanted Malcolm buried inside me.

My dress hem was bunched around my waist. Malcolm reached down, hooked his fingers into my panties, and ripped them off me. The sound of the shredding fabric echoed in my room, along with my own surprised, "Oh! Now who is in a hurry?" I teased.

I froze, afraid the hallmates would sound the alarm that I had a beast of a man in my room.

No one came running to beat down my door so I figured a little more noise might be acceptable.

"Now you'll never wear those panties again." Malcolm crumpled them into his fist, then pressed them to his nose. "I bet your pussy tastes delicious."

I was wound so tight already that all I wanted was to feel him inside me, no detours.

I stroked a hand down my abdomen and then slowly swirled a finger around my clit, redirecting his attention. "Fuck me, Malcolm. Fuck me hard."

His color heightened as I toyed with my clit some more. He liked seeing me touch myself, and he had clearly been planning on going down on me.

I was starving and wanted to get to the main course. I stopped torturing us both and sat up to pull my dress off over my head.

Malcolm sat back on his heels at the foot of my bed, watching me. I hadn't worn a bra with the dress, so I was naked quickly. With a little slick of my finger the dress crumpled to the floor.

He remained where he was, his watching me with such intent as he stroked his cock from base to tip. Precum dripped from the swollen head. I licked my lower lip.

Feeling bold, I reached down, pushing his hand away and replacing it with mine. The way his eyes rolled back and his lips parted with a sigh of pleasure I knew he welcomed my touch.

"Come." I lay back, drawing him over me. Spreading wide and holding his length, I guided the cum-coated tip of his cock to my clit and stroked it over my eager bud until we both panted.

I bit my lip, forcing myself to keep my movements slow and easy. But having a man like Malcolm over me drove the fires of need higher.

Holy fuck.

"Mmm," I moaned. The feel of his head against my pussy lips made me flush with pleasure. I rubbed his head against my clit and then lower until I had him over my entrance.

"Easy, Ivy."

"It's ok, I'm on the pill." I held my breathe when Malcolm pulled back, his eyes holding mine in the semi-lit room. Just enough light from the street poured in that I could appreciate his tight expression like he wanted to say something, but decided against it.

I shimmied my hips a little to get his focus back.

"You're so impatient and greedy."

I slipped my arms around his neck. I wanted his body against me, pressing me into this bed. My feet were flat on the mattress at his hips and I hooked them around his legs. Drawing him closer to me was the most natural thing in the world.

"You're greedy for my cock, you dirty girl." He ran his tongue along the rim of my ear.

"I want you to fuck me bare."

"I bet you do." He laughed darkly. "You want my cum filling up that pussy?"

"Yes!" I breathed, closing my eyes to savor this feeling. "Please."

"Please, what?"

I opened my eyes.

His intense gaze studied me.

"Please, Malcolm."

"Try again."

His cock pressed against my pussy lips, trying to slide inside me. I angled my hips, so the very tip of his swollen cock pressed into me.

We both paused. Fuck, he was huge. I was already stretched with just the head.

He frowned, trying to puzzle something out and I held my breath knowing he would figure out my secret.

"Fuck me, Dr. Murdoch," I whispered in his ear as I flexed up, pulling more of him inside my sticky wet, eager pussy.

My fingernails dug into his ass and I pressed with my heels drawing him all the way into me with one fluid glide through my juices.

"Jesus H. Christ!" He drove in until his full length stretched me so tight I could barely breathe. He'd anticipated my cry, so his lips covered mine swallowing my moans.

What he hadn't anticipated was me being a virgin when he claimed me with every inch of his shaft.

He'd felt my hymen of that I am certain because he came to a halt, his breathing ragged.

"Holly, what the fuck?"

"Don't pull out, please!" I tightened my legs to hold him inside.

"You're a virgin," he said wonderingly. "How can that be?"

"I haven't had a cock inside of me before." A few tears escaped.

"Oh, baby girl. Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I wanted to avoid this."

He was quiet, wiping my tears away with his thumbs. He was still inside me; he shifted slightly. "What do you want? What do you need?"

"I want you to make love to me." My voice came quiet, but my tone held all the seriousness I felt at the moment. But it didn't hold back the doubt I saw cross his face. "Right here. Right now, Dr. Murdoch."

"Fuck, Holly," Malcolm growled. He slid out half way before sinking in again and this time was nothing like the first.

Live wires inside me sparked and fired.

"Yes, like that." I loved feeling completely filled by him. He pulled back, and my pussy muscles tried holding him inside me. He moaned appreciatively.

Nothing about this felt like love. No, it was primal on every level and I knew the second we both crossed the threshold of my room what would happen.

He growled savagely and his mouth fell over mine. Strong arms wrapped around me and my gorgeous doctor gave me what I wanted.

Holding me tight, he drew out of my body only to drive back in. Each thrust growing hard and faster than the previous. He settled into a slow but steady rhythm. He kissed my cheeks, my eyes, and my forehead. As his pace increased, he took my lips in a hungry kiss and when he broke away, we both panted for air.

"That virgin pussy of yours is so fucking tight. It's like you're made for me."

I might be a virgin, but I was plenty wet for Malcolm. The sound of my wetness filled the room.

"I have a confession. I've wanted you to fuck long before tonight. I wanted you hard, rough and taking me anyway I could get you.

He growled and kissed me again, only this time, his cock was impossibly harder and thicker. He stretched me so wide I could feel every throbbing pulse coursing through his cock.

I clamped over him and felt a thrill feed through me when he grunted in pleasure at it.

With his cock inside me and his balls slapping my ass, pleasure radiated through my body.

Thrashing against the bed, bucking my hips against him, I felt an orgasm start to build.

"Malcolm," I gasped." Any earlier soreness was forgotten. For a second I wondered if this could be a daily event we both could look forward to after our shifts. Friends with benefits. But all thought is pushed from my head by how expertly he fucked me into my bed.

Strong arms wound tight around me and large hands cupped my ass, holding me like I was something to treasure.

"Come, Holly. Come for me." Malcolm kissed me, his tongue sweeping along my lower lip. The feel of him inside me as he invaded my mouth was overpowering. I was being carried away on a wave of sensuality that I'd never experienced.

He stroked once, twice, three times more, and then I tipped over the edge of reality into a place where Malcolm and I were one. I came so hard I thought I'd black out, but I felt Malcolm's orgasm. He cried out in an unfamiliar language, and I smothered his mouth with kisses to muffle the sound.

Hot pumps of his milk spilled into me and every pulse feed into my own orgasm.

Panting and gasping for air we both lay in my cramped twin bed, though I wasn't complaining. Malcolm flipped us drawing me over his chest, his cock still inside me. My small window was open, car horns and sirens blaring drifted up from below. Sounds of the city that always comforted me every night.

"Damn." Malcolm breathed. "I popped your cherry. And fuck, I loved it; Holly."

"Me. Too." I gulped, clinging to him. My heartbeat fluttered against his rock-hard chest as I lay on him. His fingertips skimmed up my back, stroking each vertebra drawing me back down to Earth.

"You were a virgin, but your body swallowed me perfectly," Malcolm laughed softly. "And that pussy of yours is heaven."

What did someone say to that? Thank you seemed a bit formal since his shaft already grew hard again.

And though I'd never admit it, I was scared to death now.

I wasn't regretful in the least of what we'd done. In fact, quite the opposite. We couldn't go back, and I wouldn't want to. The question was how to go forward.

From his discarded pants, Malcolm's phone vibrated.

"Forget the phone and hold me." I didn't recognize my own voice; it was so was relaxed.

It continued buzzing. He leaned down crushed his lips against mine, kissing me possessively. Then he reached over, extracting his phone. He started to read when suddenly he rolled out from under me to sit at the edge of the bed.

"Sorry, baby. I need to get this." He pulled me against him.

"Fuck no. It can't be." He rubbed the side of his head as he hunched over the phone.

"Can I help?" My arms went around him, my breasts flattening against his back.

He leaned into my embrace. One of his hands reached for mine.

He dropped his cell phone to the floor, crashing back on the bed. He pulled me down to him again. My body fit against his like I was made for him. "My twin brother is missing and presumed dead. He disappeared skydiving over the Amazon."

Okay. That was a little direct and to the point. Something I always appreciated about his personality.

"I'm so sorry." I tightened my arm around him.

"Don't be sorry. We weren't close. He was pretty much a dick all his life and had no respect for anyone." His voice sounded hard. Even though he held me, I could feel him growing more distant. "But that's not the worst part."

I rest my head on his chest and waited for him to continue. He fisted a strand of my hair, brought it to his nose to inhale the scent, then released it.

Out of nowhere a random thought hit me. How disastrous for any woman to fall in love with a man like Malcolm.

"What could be worse than losing your twin?"

"Becoming the next duke of Lachlan."