Chapter 16 #2
She wondered if Alister was used to women who were focused on the end rather than the journey.
She, on the other hand, rarely did this, and only when she really wanted to – when she intended to make the man she was sucking lose his grip on reality and only focus on her mouth.
Impatient, he yanked her head and forced her lips to the tip of him. “Now, suck me like before.”
She knew exactly what he meant, and if she didn’t comply, he’d make her do it. He looked starved for it, so twisted up with need that it practically radiated from him. After teasing him for two weeks, she didn’t doubt Alister was desperate for her to make him come.
What he didn’t know was that she’d been teasing herself at the same time. Her pussy throbbed to replace her mouth around him, so she could grind herself into bliss. Every stroke of her mouth made her body jealous.
Rosetta bobbed up and down over him in rapid movements, twirling her tongue all the while to give him exactly what he wanted. She’d give in today simply because he’d been a good boy and saved her – even though she hadn’t needed saving.
“Haaa.” His head tilted back, his sight turning to the ceiling as his eye rolled back in his head. Alister let out a deep, long groan that resonated in her ears, his mouth falling open wide.
His hand gripped her hair even tighter, while the other came to hold her around her nape, almost like he was afraid she’d try to back away before he achieved release. He gave another groan and she was again met with a taste of salt.
“Aye, just like that.”
His grip on her started to tighten, his hips rocking more. He even subtly moved her up and down just a little faster while she licked him at the same time. Her tongue was a never-ending caress, constantly moving, slipping over his delicious cock.
Then he shoved her head down further and held her still.
She felt the first burst of liquid fill her mouth just as he gave a deep, groaning exhale, his cock pulsating between her lips and under her palm as he came.
She stroked him with her hand and slipped her tongue side to side, which made his body shake more.
She waited for his orgasm to end, for him to release her, before she pulled her mouth away to swallow down the salty taste of him.
He fell back and sprawled across the chair, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. His gaze fixed on her, moving across her body almost like he was inspecting her as he huffed.
With surprisingly quick speed, he launched forward and grabbed one cheek of her arse while wrapping his arm around her shoulders. He lifted her, slipping her over his legs until she was seated around his hips with her knees on either side.
“Alister!” she gasped, trying to back away from him.
His arm held her still as he brought his mouth to her throat. She didn’t realise he’d loosened her tights until he shoved his entire forearm down the front of them, cupping the damp flesh between her thighs.
“W-wait,” she gasped, a shiver rolling through her when he drew his firm tongue across the sensitive spot of her jugular. “You’re injured. I don’t want to pull your stitches out.”
His breaths were hot and panting as he spoke, giving her harsh nips with his teeth.
“I have been waiting nearly two weeks to feel your pussy again.” He gave a small noise of appreciation as he circled her clit. “Tell me to stop, Rosetta. Otherwise, I’m going to shove my fingers inside you.”
Her breath hitched at his words, and she squirmed in his lap, her body bucking into his hand to get him to go lower.
When she didn’t say anything, he speared her core with a thick finger, making her yelp from the quick intrusion. He added a second, and she let out another gasp, feeling her body stretch for him.
“I knew you’d be fucking wet. I bet the sea would be drier than you are right now.”
He pulled his elbow back, forcing her pants down until they were past her hips and bundling under the curve of her arse, creating room for him to pump his fingers inside her.
She felt just how easy the glide of his fingers was, how slick her core was for him. She let out a pant, her body growing lax and surrendering to his touch.
“Ohh,” Rosetta moaned, her hips twitching into his palm as his fingertips brushed over just the right spot.
A shiver of goosebumps washed over her entire body. She dug her nails deeply into his forearm, needing to hold onto something.
“You’re small, lass.” He rotated his fingers, as if to punctuate his point. “If I’m not inside you soon, it’ll hurt again when I enter you.”
She almost said yes, she needed to say no, but what fell from her was neither. “Please.”
She was already too close, and she was desperate to be thrown overboard to crash into waves of bliss. She hadn’t been able to give herself release since she’d been sharing a sleeping area with others. Rosetta didn’t dare do it in this room either, where he could have caught her in the act.
Her cries were soft, but the ache of her swollen pussy was growing strong. Rosetta was building, and the higher the climb, she knew the harder she’d fall.
He tipped her back so her shoulders could rest against the table in front of him. She got a moment of reprieve from his mouth when he pulled his head back to look at her twisted, needy face.
Alister had freed his other hand so he could lift her tunic up until it was bundled around her throat. Her exposed breasts jiggled every time her hips spasmed, every time her stomach dipped when she tried to roll her hips, every time a quiver of breath racked her chest.
“I have been dying to see these tits.”
He palmed her side from her thigh all the way up to her breast. His thumb flicked over the aching, hardened bud, then his hand caressed up to her neck and back down to squeeze her entire breast.
Alister leaned over her body, his fingers pumping faster as he did. He licked across the scar that travelled from her hip diagonally up her body, and then his mouth enclosed the nipple nearest to it.
One of her hands shot up to grab his long hair as she moaned, palming his head to push him deeper against her chest. He twirled his tongue around her nipple and she saw stars.
The second twirl had her head tilting back against the table, a roll of desire flipping low in her belly. The third time was accompanied by a hard suck, and Rosetta was gone.
His mouth followed her breast as her back arched, her core spasming around his thick, strong fingers as she came, her body strung tight like a rope pulled from both sides. Rosetta let out a near-sobbing cry as she orgasmed, waves of it crashing over her.
The moment it stopped, Alister used the hand between her legs to push deeper and lift her at the same time until she was lying on the table.
Then everything got rougher.
He slid his free arm behind her head to cradle it as he sucked her breast harder, a wonderful tight suction, while his tongue danced over her. His fingers moved faster, the sound of her wetness filling the room.
Rosetta wanted to spread her thighs more as he used his thumb to circle her clit, but her pants wouldn’t let her. He was focusing all his attention on just the right spots, and she hurtled towards the edge she’d just finished falling from.
Locking her arms around his head to hug him to her, she dug her nails into his back as moan after moan fell from her lips. Everything was spasming – her thighs, her biceps, even strange muscles in her back she didn’t know she had.
Her nipple had started to go numb, almost painfully so, and she yanked his hair to get him to release it.
He shifted his attention to her other breast so he could torment it as well.
It was like he was unwilling to move away from her chest, licking at it, sucking, even giving the mound of her breast little nips.
She could feel his stubble poking her skin, soft sandpaper that had her wanting him to caress her with just his cheek and chin. He tongued her nipple before he brought it into his mouth, just as he stopped pumping his fingers and instead stayed deep to rub the tips against her swollen ridge.
The different sensation threw her into the clouds again.
Without warning, Rosetta climaxed around his wiggling digits, her mind going blank. Little sparks flashed behind her eyelids, even as she came down and melted into his warm embrace. He left his fingers inside her so she could adjust slowly back to normal, and he let her body flutter around them.
Finally he removed them to place his hand on the table next to her head, leaning further forward to trail kisses up her chest, neck, and jaw. His breaths were heavy and laboured, making her skin prickle as they rolled across it.
Her back arched a little when he slipped the entire length of his cock against her, rubbing over her soaked entrance and clit.
“I need to fuck you, lass.”
Yes! By the great sea gods, yes. Rosetta wanted that more than anything.
His mouth found hers before she could reply, forcing her into a deep, hungry kiss. She felt him tilt his hips again, the tip of his cock finding her entrance.
Part of her wanted to pry her legs apart, so he’d actually slip inside, rather than just running over her like a cruel tease, but another part had her breaking away from the kiss, tilting her head back.
“N-no.”
He may have saved her, and she may be desperate for him, but he still hadn’t earned it – even if she didn’t know how he was supposed to. If she did, she’d tell him, just so she could have him pumping inside her again. Fuck, she wanted it.
She wanted the bulging muscles of his arms trapping her while he crushed her under the heavy weight of his sweaty, bloodstained body.
She wanted to hear him grunt while he ravished her with heavy thrusts that made her feel like she was in heat.
She wanted that thick cock to stretch her pussy so far it burned.
Right now, she wanted it more than she wanted to breathe.
Her core ached for it, dripped for it, clenched in pathetic emptiness for it. She was so sensitive that she knew it’d feel like she was floating the moment he entered her.
She was so turned on by everything they had just done, she could barely take it anymore.
“Bloody hell.”
He leaned back on straightened arms to stare down at her.
Her hands slipped from his shoulders, and she lowered them to rest against her chest, where they rose and fell with her panting breaths. He pulled his hips back so he could remove the kiss of their bodies and instead grind his shaft over her clit again.
“What more could you want from me?”
Fuck. Her tunic was around her throat, her tights almost at her knees. She was completely exposed, and if Alister wanted to, he could take her anyway.
She should be afraid. She knew he’d almost done it last time. Yet, she wasn’t. She felt remarkably calm looking up at this man with a merciless and violent streak. She’d seen it, witnessed it firsthand.
She was panting, watching him as his eye trailed over her body. The way his lids grew heavy told her he liked what he saw.
“Damnit, woman,” he bit, shaking his head. “You look like you want it more than I do.”
He started to pull back, making himself stand while allowing her to sit up.
“You’re still going to have to help me get rid of this,” he told her, his hand reaching down to stroke his shaft.
She winced when she looked at it. It looked more engorged than before, the veins throbbing wildly. It made her wonder just how hard his heart was pumping.
“But I’ve already sucked you.”
“Aye, and you can do it again for every time you put that needle in me.”
“That’s like nine times!”
Although Rosetta didn’t mind tasting him again, the idea of all that work made her jaw ache.
“It was seven.” He gave her a grin, placing his hand around the back of her head to draw it down to his cock. “And maybe I’ll let you off after this time if you let me use your mouth. If you pleasure me well, I may even fuck you again with my fingers until you’re satisfied.”
She squinted her eyes up at him in a glare. However, the idea that he might give her another orgasm, or a few, had her nibbling her bottom lip in contemplation.
Rosetta lowered to her knees and parted her lips.
Alister pushed in as far as he could and then ground his cock against the back of her throat. “Now that’s a good lass.”