Chapter 8 #3
Alister leaned across the counter. “If you make me put this woman down, you’ll find a knife in your gut. Four pounds, in the morning.”
“Knife?” Rosetta giggled with a hiccup, pulling out his dagger from goodness knew where and flashing it in the light. “D’you need it back?”
The attendant’s face whitened. He quickly reached under the counter to give them a room key and told them the way.
“You better appreciate this,” he grumbled when he was climbing the rounding staircase to make it to the upstairs sleeping quarters.
Alister didn’t think he’d ever carried a woman to a bed. Doing it up a set of stairs while drunk himself was a battle he wasn’t sure he was going to win. Shit, my legs feel heavy.
When he got to the door, he realised he had to put her down anyway so he could open it. She held the bottles while he did.
Just when he was about to pick her up again, she curled her arms around his shoulders. They crossed behind his head, the bottles clanking together.
Rosetta pulled him down to her height and crashed his lips against hers. A small groan fell from him as he returned her messy kiss, lifting her to her toes by squeezing her arse as he steered her inside.
Just as he shoved the door closed behind them, she jumped up and wrapped her legs around his hips, forcing him to catch her.
A sense of need and urgency rushed through him as he searched for the bed while trying to stay with the kiss.
Finally locating it, he staggered over and fell on top of it with her.
He felt the bottles roll over his back and fall to the mattress as she let them go to dig her fingertips into his shoulders, her arms crossed over his back.
It was like a wave of spiralling need, desire, and lust washed over him. Previously held back by an invisible force, it split apart under her hot kisses and touch. It heated his skin and made his muscles tense.
He slipped his tongue into her welcoming mouth to taste alcohol and the sweet scent of her. He deepened the kiss to where he thought he might be crushing her beneath his lips. Another groan fell from his mouth as he thrust his hardening shaft between her open legs.
His fingers dug into her hair, messing up her bun.
He gripped the brown strands while drawing her closer.
His hands itched to touch the rest of her, and they left her hair, roaming down her body.
He realised they still had their clothes on; impatience drove him, but he was determined to have this wicked woman naked beneath him.
He lifted her to undo the ties at the back of the dress he’d been slyly loosening all night for better access to her breasts. He didn’t care if he tore the dress as he pulled it from her body before removing his tunic. He kicked his boots off as he reached down to take hers from her feet.
She was the one who placed her hands on his breeches to undo the buttons and it gave him the opportunity to grab one of the bottles.
Popping the cork off, Alister tilted his head back, raised the bottle, and attempted to down the entire thing. He knew it was going to be a while before he’d get the chance to drink again.
He threw it to the side once he was done and turned his attention back to her.
He paused, seeing she was lying back and waiting for him. His heated gaze glided over her and what he saw was near damning.
I don’t get her naked enough.
Rosetta had a body like a goddess, made purely to be fucked – a body that called to ruthless men like him.
Her weapons belt, still attached to her waist, made her appear even more treacherous, yet she wielded her sensuality like another weapon.
Lightly tanned skin spread over deep, womanly curves called to him, and he ran his palm over her side. Her legs were toned, her arms sculpted with small, yet feminine muscles. Her hips flared wide, helping to give that pert arse its shape while her strong thighs helped to support it.
He palmed a handful of her round breast, thumbing the rosy nipple. It tightened under his touch, and she twitched along with it. Leaning down, he brought it into his mouth. She immediately dug her fingers into the strands of his long hair, pulling him in with a small pant.
With a bent arm holding him up, his other hand came down to brush between her thighs, spreading them for him.
He slipped two fingers inside her, finding she was already wet and ready. She gave him a small moan, arching her back, and he released her nipple to turn his head down to look over the flat plane of her stomach.
Fuck... What does she taste like?
He’d never gotten the chance, hadn’t thought about it before when he usually just wanted to slam himself inside her so he could feel her grip him. Call it selfish, but he just really enjoyed this woman around his cock.
He started running his tongue and lips over her scar, from the breast he’d been teasing, down to her opposite hip. Then he peppered her abdomen in sucking kisses he hoped would bruise her skin as he pondered what he wanted to do.
Alister didn’t usually like going down on a woman.
The idea of putting his tongue somewhere when he didn’t know where it had been, or more importantly, who had been there, was off-putting. To taste the seed of another man?
He couldn’t think of anything worse.
But he knew who had been inside Rosetta, and it had been himself. He’d made certain of that tonight.
As he moved his fingers in her, he noticed her wetness felt stickier than usual.
A swell of desire clenched his abdomen at the reason why. I came inside her. Damnit, he wanted to put his tongue on this woman more than anything.
Alister realised he didn’t care right then. It was his seed, and tasting this woman sounded like the most delectable treat.
He started pressing his lips lower. He nipped at the skin just below her navel, brushing his chin over the small thatch of hair on her mound, until her folds greeted him. Removing his fingers, he slipped his hand down her inner thigh as he lowered his head.
“Where are you go– Ohhh!”
He ran his tongue in a flat stroke over her clit, and his shaft pulsated at the touch.
Wetness coated his tongue when he slipped it lower. He was unsure if it was himself or her he was tasting, but he couldn’t help thinking he didn’t mind them together.
Alister knew he’d made the right decision when she spread her knees further apart, gripped his hair tightly, bucked her hips, and let out a sweet little cry as he swirled his tongue around her clit again.
He pulled his tongue back to tug on it with his lips, then he buried his face against her, laving her in bold, confident sweeps. Every time he gave her swollen nub his attention, her thighs would spasm around his head and she’d let out another soft cry.
He curled his arms around her legs to hold her to him when her hips tilted back and forth. He just wanted her still so he could do this his way, but he also kind of liked the idea that she was trying to greedily fuck his face.
She likes this. A grin formed across his lips, only to die when he finally looked up at her. He hadn’t realised he was being watched through a heavy-lidded gaze.
Chin against her chest, her mouth was open as pant after pant fell from her. Dark-brown brows were drawn tightly together while her eyelids crinkled.
Rosetta looked like she was loving this, her blue eyes glazed and wetter than normal. Shit, she likes this a lot.
“M-more,” she demanded because he’d stopped, pulling his head back down to almost force him.
He absentmindedly ground his cock against the bed when a heavy, pulsating throb racked it, and his breath fanned over her pussy lips when he gave a deep pant.
He started moving his mouth like he wanted to devour her. Which he did; he wanted to feast on this woman.
His strokes became rushed, the press of his lips hard, his tongue exploring. He slipped lower and pressed it inside her, and she threw her head back. Apparently, that was enough to send her over the edge.
“Alister...” Her hips twitched as a rush of slick erupted from her.
His nose crinkled, a groan falling from him at the taste of her, knowing she was coming against his tongue.
He lapped her up, never stopping, never removing himself from this new delight he’d discovered. He wanted more, to steal it from her like a thief hunting for a pocket full of coins. He sucked on her clit, harshly tugging on it, and her little moan turned into a scream of ecstasy.
Only when her legs stopped squirming and she was pushing his head away did he finally break from her. Alister knew he’d made her come hard by the end.
Leaning back, he fervently licked at his lips covered in her orgasm, knowing what he was tasting was purely her, as he stared down at this woman.
Rosetta was relaxed, her eyes dazed and unfocussed. She lay limp against the bed, her arms beside her head as if she’d thrown them back. Her freckled nose, like someone had thrown sugar across her face, was pink. Even her cheeks, ears, and chest were red as she tried to catch her breath.
Her chest was heaving with high-pitched huffs, making those perfect breasts move up and down. They subtly jiggled with the residual tremors coursing through her body.
Alister looked down to where her thighs were loose around him, her pussy spread and glistening from her orgasm.
It wasn’t often he saw this placid side of her, meek and innocent, so vulnerable that he knew a man had to earn the trust it meant.
He was one of the worst criminals around. For someone like Alister to have obtained it... well, that was a miracle in itself. Usually she was reaching, trying to take control.
Rosetta had an aching hint to her heated gaze. It was an invitation that said he had the freedom to do as he pleased, so long as it felt good for her.
The way she looked when she was like this always stirred something inside him. It weighed heavily on his chest and cock, gripping them both with undeniable lust.
I’m going to fuck her senseless tonight.
Rosetta was going to learn why Alister usually took more than one woman to bed when he was in port.