Chapter Four
We know each other well enough to know the contours of our bodies, to know what the other needs. What we both need. I trust that Ruben’s going to keep this little tryst of ours to himself, and he trusts that I won’t push for more. It’s perfect.
As my hand works on the fly of his trousers, it’s hard not to notice just how hard he already is.
‘Looking forward to this?’ I purr.
‘You have no idea,’ he groans.
‘I’ve got a pretty good idea,’ I say, pulling his trousers down. I moan a little as his hard, thick cock springs free.
It’s hard to remember exactly how we fell into this situation. Friends with benefits. Some kind of moonshine was probably involved. But it’s been like this for months now. Several glorious months.
‘Gods, I want to taste you,’ Ruben groans as he slides his fingers into my underwear and lets out a wavering gasp. ‘You’re so wet for me, Rosey.’
He pushes me lightly so that I drop onto the bed, and I shuffle out of my underwear and open my legs.
A sigh billows from his lungs as he draws his fingers slowly up my thigh, then grazes my core with his fingertips. ‘Fucking hell, I could look at you like this for hours,’ he says.
‘Well, we don’t have hours,’ I remind him. ‘Kay won’t be out long. We don’t have time for much foreplay.’
He gives me a grin. ‘You’re right. It may need to be quick, but I can still make you feel good.’
‘You always make me feel good,’ I admit as he snakes down my body.
A second later his head disappears between my legs, and I fight the urge to moan aloud. Walls in the slums aren’t exactly thick, and it’s easy to hear Evelina or Corem coughing next door.
I bite down on my bottom lip, trying to contain the wild feeling that ebbs through me. His tongue is so damned good, not just warm but deliciously hot, and as he laps at my sensitive bundle of nerves, jolts of pure pleasure are sent spiking through me.
I clamp a hand over my mouth, stifling the moans that want to whimper out.
‘You can let go, you know,’ Ruben says, moving his mouth momentarily away from me and replacing it with his skilled fingers, which move in perfect circles over my clit, just the way I like, before plunging deep into me.
‘More,’ I whisper, but he shifts his head back between my legs. I grab a fistful of his hair and pull him up. ‘We don’t have time for more of that,’ I tell him. ‘You need to be inside me. Now.’
‘Wow, romance really isn’t your thing, is it, Rosey?’ But he’s already obeying, lining his hips up with mine.
‘Did you come here for romance or to come inside me?’
His eyes glitter. ‘I think we both know the answer to that, don’t we?’
Ruben reaches forward, untying my shirt so he has access to my breasts, then pulls off his own shirt, causing my muscles to clench and a new wave of heat and wetness to flood me.
His body is impressive – skinny, yes, yet still somehow filled with hard, corded muscle.
There’s not an inch of fat on him, but he has inches aplenty in other places.
I can’t resist reaching out a hand and wrapping it around his impressive cock.
I lick my lips at the feel of him. There’s something about the quantity of pre-cum that drops from the tip that makes me desperate to taste it.
Before he can move over me completely, I lean forward and run my tongue over the head of his cock.
His entire body shudders.
‘Gods, Rose,’ he murmurs, his eyes closed as his shoulders shift back, and for a minute I consider taking it all in my mouth.
Letting him fill my throat. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve done so, but I don’t know how much time we’ve got now, and the urge to feel him stretching me is overwhelming, so I lean back, beckoning him to follow.
The moment his body comes flush with mine, I’m flooded by the unnatural heat of him. His warmth is likely part of the reason this feels quite so good.
He makes me forget about the hard wooden bed we’re lying on; all I can feel is him.
‘You okay?’ he asks softly, gazing into my eyes.
‘I will be,’ I admit. ‘Now, get inside me and stop teasing.’ A second later he’s stretching my opening, gently, slowly. I want neither right now. ‘You don’t have to be gentle with me,’ I tell him.
‘No?’
‘No. Not now. Just make me come. Hard.’ Make me forget what insanity I’m planning in just a few short hours.
Insanity I may not come back from.
He rocks his hips into me, still a shade too slow for my liking.
‘More,’ I gasp.
He obeys, and his lips scatter kisses across my breasts, but that’s not the part of my body that I focus on. Now my mind is entirely absorbed by the feel of him pushing deeper and deeper into me. It’s so much – maybe even too much – but I don’t care.
Right now, feeling him filling me like this makes me forget everything else, and that’s what I need.
It doesn’t take us long before we find our rhythm, my hips rocking into his thrusts as the orgasm builds within me.
‘Rose, you have no idea how much I love doing this,’ he whispers, eyes locked on mine.
‘I’m sure you say that to all the girls,’ I manage, my words coming out staggered between broken breaths as I grin at him.
Yet his face remains completely serious. ‘Rose, there are no—’
Oh hell. He’s not changing the rules, is he? No feelings, just fun. ‘I want to go on top,’ I interrupt, rolling him over.
I don’t want to hear what he’s going to say in case it ruins the very good thing we have going.
But also, every second that he’s here, there’s a chance of Kay walking in. And that will end in a birds-and-bees conversation that I do not want to give yet.
Instead, I plant my lips momentarily against his before sliding down his length.
There’s no denying that Ruben makes me seriously wet. But even so, with the size of him, it makes me gasp.
As I sit back onto him, I move my hand down to my clit. No reason I can’t get pleasure from every angle after all. But as my fingers begin to move over my swollen mound, he gently pushes them aside. ‘Hey, that’s my job,’ he says. ‘Don’t take that away from me.’
‘And what about me?’ I reply, grinding up and down against his length.
His voice is gravelly and low. ‘Trust me, you are doing everything you need to.’
I let my hand fall away and close my eyes, angling my hips up to get the best level of friction, letting his clever fingers take over the dance over my clit.
He’s a master of multitasking, thank the Gods.
Somehow he’s got the perfect rhythm as he rocks in and out of me while keeping his fingers at just the right amount of pressure I need to make me come.
And all while maintaining a near-perfect ambient temperature that he’s somehow transferring to me, despite the minimal contact points.
‘I want to hear you come,’ he says quietly. ‘I’m close.’
‘Then go first,’ I pant. ‘I won’t be far behind.’
‘Not a chance in hell,’ he growls before upping the pressure and speed.
A gasp rattles from my lungs as my muscles clench with an unexpected surge, and as I glance down at Ruben I find him grinning at me. ‘That’s it. Come on, Rosey. Let me hear you come. I know you want to let go.’
Losing myself in him isn’t something I can do, not here and not now, maybe not ever. My trust is a hard-won thing these days, but I can enjoy him just enough all the same.
‘Come.’ I lean down to whisper the word in his ear, repeating the instruction. ‘Come for me, Ruben. I want to feel you. Fill me. I want to feel every drop of you soaking me as if you can’t hold it in any longer.’
I know from past experience that talking to Ruben is one of the quickest ways to make him come, so I let the words trip from my tongue and watch his eyes darken further.
Tension is rolling through him as he tries to control himself. To make me let go first, but it’s not going to happen. Or at least I assume it’s not until his fingers shift ever so slightly and a jolt of pleasure roars so strong that I gasp as my orgasm slams into me.
‘Fuck!’ It’s the surprise that gets me more than anything else. One second I think I’m in complete control, and the next my muscles are spasming as my hands reach down and grab the bedsheets in an effort to stop me from screaming.
‘That’s it, Rosey,’ he whispers only a second before his whole body judders beneath me. It’s enough to make my body erupt into a second wave that travels all the way up and down my spine. No longer content with gripping the sheets, I put my hand in my mouth and bite down. Hard.
If he stopped, then maybe I’d be able to as well, but his orgasm continues, his head thrown back, looking more handsome in that moment than he ever has. His hips buck from the bed, pushing deeper into me until I’m filled with so many different heats my vision starts to blur.
‘Fuck, Rosey,’ he says when he finally drops back down.
With my body feeling fully relaxed, I flop down beside him, only to shift closer when he curls his arms around me. Cuddling was never part of our arrangement, but only an idiot would push away his freely offered warmth. And I’m no idiot.
‘What are you doing tonight?’ he asks once he’s caught his breath.
Possibly being arrested for theft.
‘Nothing,’ I lie. ‘Why, you want to do this again?’ I rub a teasing hand along his softening cock. He barely has a refractory period at all; he could probably go again in minutes.
But later, at his place, we wouldn’t need to be in a hurry for fear of Kay’s return. If only I didn’t have somewhere else to be, I’d take him up on the offer.
‘Actually,’ he clears his throat a little, ‘I was thinking we could do something different?’
I shift away. ‘You know something else we can do for free that’s more fun than that?’ I ask him with faux confusion.
He laughs. ‘Well, when you put it like that … no. I was just wondering if you wanted to, you know, hang out, that’s all.’
‘Hang out?’ I offer him a raised eyebrow.
‘You know. There are a few of us getting together. Sal, Peter.’
I wrinkle my nose. The minute Peter is mentioned, I’m out; the guy annoys me. But at least it’s a relief to know that Ruben was thinking about me joining him in a social sense and not thinking that this could ever possibly be more than it is.
I don’t want him to catch feelings. Not now.
What we have is fun, but I can’t afford to have my attention divided. I promised Mother I’d look after Kay, and I will, no matter what it takes.
I can’t look after Kay, brew tonics for Rula, and find time for Ruben. Not in a forever sense. A tumble on a hard bed is all I can offer, and if he wants more, he’ll have to go elsewhere.
‘Tonight’s not great for me actually,’ I say, easing away a little more while wishing I could bottle his heat and take it with me.
‘You’ve got plans? Should I be jealous?’
‘Wouldn’t you like to know?’ I chuckle lightly. ‘Although, actually, I could do with a favour.’
He rolls over so that he’s propped up on his elbow. ‘Of course. What do you need?’