The Intrusive Scotsman

Jane had moved to Greenbank to begin working at Stena Drilling Oil company in Scotland after having been noticed for her hard work at their sister company in the U.S. She always told herself that this was temporary and that she would never go out in the ocean, but here she was on a helicopter taking her out above the South Atlantic. frost covered most of the windows and she tucked her coat under her chin as she began to tremble; she liked the cold, but would she be able to survive this for eight weeks? She was an engineer who'd be placed primarily on the top control deck, overseeing and making sure nothing went wrong.

"Do ya have a family you're going back tah?" the man to her right asked, in a thick accent.

After taking this job, she never realized how different their accents would be, or how hard it could be to understand someone apparently speaking English.

"Excuse me?" She asked, seeing the blue helipad through the fog off in the distance.

He smiled kindly, "Do ya have a family to go back tah?" He said slower, "It helps to have somethin' to look forward tah when you sequestered on a rig for a while."

She smiled back when she finally pieced together what he'd asked her. "Oh! No, I'm afraid not."

Jane hadn't been with anyone for a few years, dating or for simply a hookup. She didn't personally like the idea of a hookup having decided to just wait to be intimate again till she was married. She was twenty-six and anyone who asked similar questions always looked surprised when she told them she was alone.

"Well, who knows - you might find a man here." he laughed as they touched down on the helipad.

She laughed back, forgetting that the majority of this rig was men who hadn't been with women for months. The idea sent a shiver down her spine as she climbed out of the chopper and onto the wet concrete. The Rig manager, Paul, came out to welcome her personally after having heard all the great things she's accomplished from his bosses in Maine. They advised him to personally groom her to become a Chief Engineer after seeing her skills firsthand during a drilling disaster back in Athens. Paul showed her around the top deck and showed her where she'd spend half of her time working, the other half she'd spend below in what he called the Leccy - A nickname for Electrical. It was one of four rooms similar to the one up top, but slightly smaller and a lot darker. Paul hardly ever went below deck, not that he wasn't supposed to, just that he chose not to.

Jane would be working in a team of Engineers, split into two for the left side of the rig and the right. Each staking claim over two "Leccy" control rooms, and a few switching between the top and lower deck. The Chief Engineer she'd be working under was a tall, muscular, and very rugged-looking man by the name of Gerard, who towered over Jane by at least a foot. He smiled down at her, his eyes wandering over her body when no one was looking, and the smell of her perfume made his mind wander. After Paul was done with whatever 'this-rig-is-a-family-speech' he had rehearsed, he told Gerard to show Jane the ropes and where she'd be sleeping.

For the first time in five years working with Paul, Gerard didn't talk back or refuse one of his bogus orders, even when he knew he wasn't in charge of the welcoming committee. He advised everyone else to get back to work while he made his way around with Jane, showing her the cantine, the bathrooms, laundry, and any other common area he could think of as she was distracting to be around. He'd been working since four that morning and wondering if he smelled as bad as he felt. They both hardly spoke to one another as she felt intimidated by him and he was overwhelmed with an unfamiliar desire for her. Much like Jane, Gerard was recruited in his twenties, and after a year of grunt work and training, he became a chief engineer when he turned twenty-four to replace someone going into retirement from an opposite schedule. He figured Jane was here for the same purpose, probably to replace Mandy who announced her retirement at the beginning of their stint.

At the end of their tour, he showed her where she'd be staying. "This room is yours, you can decorate it however ye like. If ye need duct tape to hang anything up, like pictures or posters - it should be in the drawer otherwise just let me know and I'll getcha some." He said, scratching the back of his neck.

"Thank you, Mr.?"

"McCleary, but you can just call me Gerard like everyone else." He said.

She smiled, and his member shifted in his jeans. "Thank you, Gerard."

"Word of advice, Lass- take today to get yer bearings. Walk the halls, along the route you'd take between the Leccy's and alternate ones in case of emergency. Get something to eat, get some sleep, and I'll see you in the mornin' at four o'clock sharp. Alright?"

Gerard's presence made Jane tremble, and not out of fear. She didn't know why she felt this way, but she hoped he just copped it up to the cold. He was handsome in his ruggedness, and how he had to bend his neck to not hit the door frame which made the muscles in his back flex. She didn't dare to speak, afraid that her voice would give away her sudden desire for a total stranger.

Over the next couple of weeks, she fell into a routine of waking up at three o'clock and working alone with Gerard for an hour before going to the top deck to turn on the equipment for everyone who had to wake up at 5:30am. She'd then go down for breakfast at six in the morning with part of her group, apart from Gerard who usually decided to sit alone. But over time, they both decided to open up and she began to pick up that he had feelings for her, or maybe lust for her. Not that she blamed him as he'd been working on the rig a few weeks before she showed up and figured he was getting a little restless, not that he actually wanted anything more to do with her. But he then started to refer to her as his ròs àlainn Beurla, which she didn't know the meaning of, even when she asked he'd simply laugh and walk away.

One night at the end of their shift, she found him with a few other men in the cantine drinking and laughing. When he saw her he said, "There's my girl! What brings you down here?" He asked as he pulled her down on his lap. She struggled against him, smiling sheepishly at the contact, but knowing he was too drunk to grasp what he was doing. But it didn't stop the way her heart raced when he referred to her as his girl.

"Just came for something to eat." She replied and the men laughed and asked for her to join them.

"No thanks, I have an early morning, and so do you," She said to Gerard, who gave her a chased kiss on her neck.

"Tell me, lass, when are yeh gonna let me marry you?" he asked.

The men laughed and drank their Ale while she laughed in disbelief. "What?" She asked.

"I said when are yeh gonna let me marry you? Screw the in-between nonsense and let me get you a ring." He said.

She didn't know why, but his question made her angry, was she just a joke to him? She pushed herself off of him and walked out of the Cafeteria and back to her room while the men just made fun of her as she walked away. But Gerard didn't laugh, he didn't understand what had made her so angry or why. Not long after that, he went back to his own room, but he didn't sleep, instead, he wandered to the top deck around 3:45 and looked out into the darkness, seeing ship lights in the distance and hearing the sloshing of the ocean against the beams of the rig. He looked around the office and found the surveillance cameras. The rig was mostly silent besides a few overnight workers on fire watch and then there was Jane in the Laundry room putting her clothes in the washer and that familiar feeling of disappointment came back and before he realized what he was doing, he turned off the camera and went down to the Laundry room. He knew no one would be in the fix it till about five o'clock, not that he really knew why he'd done it.

He locked the door to the dark laundry room behind him, the only way to see was the lamps placed around the room to conserve power. She nearly jumped out of her skin when he walked from behind the dryer, then went back to doing her laundry, still angry about what he'd said to her.

"Why aren't ye asleep, We have to be in the leccy in thirty minutes." He said.

"You sure you're not too drunk to do it?" She shot back.

"What's yer problem?"

"My problem? What's your problem? You flirt with me and call me things and then make fun of me in front of your friends by asking me to marry you. I don't know how it goes in Scotland, but where I'm from, that's pretty fucking rude."

"I want yeh Jane, me and the boys were fuckin' around but that doesn't change the fact that I want yeh."

She scoffed, "Well I don't want you or your tiny pecker, so you can just leave me the hell alone." She said and tried to move around him.

But something in him snapped and he grabbed her her and flung against the changing table to his right, making the lamp nearly fall off from the force. She looked scared, she didn't know what had gotten into the man she'd grown close with over the last six weeks. He then grabbed her by the back of her neck and claimed her lips with his while she tried to push him off telling him to stop while she hit his chest.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" She yelled, but the sound fell on deaf ears as he then turned her around and bent her over the desk.

She screamed, telling him to stop but he didn't as he pulled down her pajama pants and her underwear till they were off her completely and a pile of fabric on the floor.

"Yeh want nothing to do with me? Well, let's see how tiny I really am, aye?" He said as he undid his belt buckled and pushed down his own pants, freeing his erect member.

"Stop! Don't you fucking touch me, Gerard!" She yelled, but no one could hear her.

He gripped her by the neck, pulling her back against him which made her back arch. When she felt it against her ass cheek she asked herself if he was actually going to do what she thought he was going to do.

"Remember to breathe." He said in her ear as he slammed himself into her from behind making her yelp.

the foreign stinging feeling of someone inside her, stretching her, made her freeze in place. She had forgotten how to breathe until he pulled out and slammed back into her again. He then lifted her shirt over her head and gripped her breast with his free hand as he continued to pound into her relentlessly.

"This is what I've wanted to do to you since day one." He said.

After a few thrusts the numbing pain went away and she started to feel him deep inside her, hitting her g-spot over and over again. She felt herself getting wet which made it easier for him to go faster and harder into her as her legs began to shake. Then she realized her feet were barely touching the ground and his cock was all that kept her up from falling off the table.

He then reached down and began to rib her clit making her gasp for air and paw at his hand,

"You like that, don't you Lass? Are you gonna cum for me like a good little whore?"

His words and his actions sent her over the edge, her climax falling on her like a tom a bricks as she moaned out his name. He felt her clench around him and he moaned in her ear slamming into her cut as hard as he could, taking a beat between each thrust to help her ride out her first orgasm.

He pulled out and turned her around with his hand around her throat, "You already came on me cock lass," her lower half shaking from the orgasm and the cold, but she didn't respond as she was still in shock. "I'm gonna give you a choice here because either way I'm gonna make you do that again, and again, till I cum inside you." He said, leaning down and whispering it the last against her neck before kissing it, just as he pushed himself back into her to the hilt, making her cry out. His cockhead pushed against her cervix, making her cum a little more over his cock. "Either ya let me marry yeh," he said, as he began to slowly move his hips as she still lay back on the folding table. "Or, ya can go crying to tha boss about needin' a transfer, and you'll go back and quit, pack up yar shit, and move back home with yar shame."

She hated to admit how good it felt, how possessive and matter-of-fact he was. She used to think she hated men like that, but here Gerard was making her doubt if this was really what it first seemed to be. He had been Kind over the last six weeks, acting as gentlemanly as the rest who also wanted to get with her - but she was afraid of what a life with him would look like.

"If I marry you, will you control me? abuse me?" She asked.

He shook his head, kissing her neck. "Nye, you can do whatever ya want as long as you make a home, and I can fuck you like this," he said, slamming back into her, making her back arch as he smiled against her neck.

His weight feeling a lot more welcome on top of her, she asked breathlessly, "Will you see other women - do this to other women?"

He shook his head, "Nye, I never done this to anyone before and I won't do it ever again. I want you, my ròs àlainn Beurla, and only you. And I's gonna have you one way or another."

She felt out of breath, feeling him between her legs and deep inside her screwed with her thoughts. She wanted more of him, she felt intoxicated by him and need him to fuck her till she couldn't think at all because as shameful as she felt about it, she did want to marry him since the first time he'd asked.

"Fine, I-I'll marry you.." she said out of breath, the feel of him making her body vibrate.

He leaned back to a standing position between her legs, reveling in this scene of her trembling with her eyes closed tight and the look image of his thick throbbing cock deep inside her swollen cunt. Feeling himself stretch her out even after the force fucking he gave her, aye - she was his. He pulled her by her hips off the crate-like metal table, till she hung off with only her legs over his arms holding her up as he clutched the front side. she was spread wide and shocked at this position, holding on right next to his white-knuckled hands as she was afraid he'd drop her, but he had no intention of that.

"Put it in lass," he told her.

Her breath was quick as she leaned up and removed one of her hands from the side of the table. She took his thick - long, erect member in her hand, still wet from her own orgasm, and positioned his tip at her entrance. She felt the head pop into her, and less than a centimeter of his shaft slide against her clit making her shiver with pleasure.

He moved his arms up, taking only the top half of her body with him as the lower half stayed against the front of the table. He smiled, "This may hurt a bit Lass, but take it like a good girl and I may go easier next time." he said before slamming into her.

It took the breath out of her, feeling him deeper than before. He pulled out for less than a second before forcing himself right back in with the same force as before, ramming against her cervix like he wanted to break it. She clung to his arms, her nails digging into her skin - it hurt in the best way, it felt so fucking good and she never wanted him to stop. She moaned and it made him go faster as he felt his climax building, never having felt anything like her before. She was intoxicating to him as much as he was to her. She came on his cock once again, but it didn't make him stop his forceful thrusts, instead he went faster and she didn't get the chance to recover. Instead it built in her lower stomach even as she felt it spurt out of her and onto the floor.

Gerard couldn't hold on anymore and gripped her by the throat and used his cock to push her back up onto the the table as her rammed into her. He claimed her mouth with his own, biting her lip

before their tongues fought for dominance till she broke away for air, and he claimed her neck. Before long he groaned into her should, clutcher her to his chest and pushing her into the table and into her womb, nearly breaking her cervix his the force.

"W-wait - I'm not on-"

She didn't get to finish before he came inside her, thrusting in and out to push his semen as deep as he could. "The only want to truly claim a woman like you, Lass, is to claim her womb." He said, nibbling her neck.

She groaned at the feeling of him pushing inside of her, not caring about what he said, trying to coax the release of her own climax to as he continued to thrust into her.

"I think I changed my mind," He said, and she opened her eyes to look at him. "Next time I won't go easy on yah. Next time, I'm gonna break you so that no one else can claim what's mine."

The threat sent her over, and her body began to shake again, but more intense that the first time. If he made her stand, she wouldn't be able to hold her own weight. He smiled with realization, gripping her throat and fucked her through her last orgasm. "Good girl..." he said as he took her mouth one last time as she moaned in his his.

"Till death do us part, luv."