Chapter 16 #3
“I feel like you’re trying to get me drunk.”
He took her lips in a singular kiss before drawing his mouth over her jaw and down the side of her neck. He ran his tongue along it just so he could make her do the little gasp that made his ears tingle.
“I just want you to have a good time tonight,” she whispered with a slight breathlessness as he began to suckle on her skin to bruise it. He was planning on covering her in little red marks from his mouth tonight.
He could feel her hands working on the buttons of her tunic. “You’ve been working so hard. You deserve a break.”
Giving him drinks, dancing with him, speaking such tender words – he realised she just wanted to be sweet with him for once.
He worked on undoing the ties of her tights, but she broke his concentration when she kissed the side of his neck, pushing his coat off his shoulders.
“Plus, you’re so much fun when you’re like this.”
Alister leaned back on his knees, groaning when he saw she’d already opened her tunic and revealed her perfect breasts to him. He quickly reached for one of her boots so he could remove them, needing to have this woman naked beneath him.
“That’s not what you said last time,” he told her, his voice husky and strained, even to him.
She makes me so damn horny. His cock felt constricted in his breeches, and he was desperate to plant it inside her.
Maybe she didn’t realise it, but Rosetta didn’t need to get him drunk to make him take her like that night in Tortaya.
He’d been refraining from doing it again when he’d seen how weak she’d been afterwards, but he’d had many nights since then where he wanted to just take her repeatedly to the point neither of them would be able to walk afterwards.
There was something inside him that craved her. What was supposed to sizzle out and die over time, boring him with the same taste and feeling, instead made him hunger for her deeper.
“Then don’t be so rough with me,” she said when he tossed her second boot behind him to thud against the floor, almost as though she knew that was exactly what he’d been intending.
How else was he supposed to get rid of this feeling?
He often felt that if he just relentlessly fucked her the way he needed to, took out his lust on her, it would stop strangling him, stop controlling him.
Instead, it just broke him in the moment.
What is it about her body that makes me insane? he thought as he leaned down, grabbed a breast, and ran his tongue over her hard, rosy nipple. It was a wide, flat, messy lick.
He let go so he could suck on it freely when she gave him a haunting cry, her fingers coming up to tangle in the loose half of his hair.
Lifting her backside, she helped him strip her tights from her legs. He gripped at her thigh once they were off, pulling on it as he started swirling his tongue.
Sucking hard on her nipple, he pulled his head away until it slipped from between his lips. He moved to the other, wanting to make both red and aching from his mean attention.
When she started pulling on his tunic, he lowered his body to help her, placing kisses down her stomach.
He dipped his tongue into the shallow of her scar, liking that her skin wasn’t perfect. It made him feel relaxed that she wasn’t flawless. Women who had perfect skin made Alister, who was covered in scars, who had killed and taken life, feel unworthy of taking such a fine thing.
But Rosetta was like him, so dangerous her body was the perfectly imperfect evidence of that, and it made him sink his teeth deep into her side, uncaring if he added to her scars or not.
His destination became undeniable when he started nipping at the skin below her navel. She spread her thighs before he even needed to do it himself. She was welcoming him.
His eyes darted up to her face to see her head was tilted forward to watch him, her cheeks already pink with arousal.
Alister had done this once before while she was sober and able to remember it properly. She’d come quickly upon his tongue. She licked at her lips eagerly when he lowered himself more and a grin spread across his features. She likes this a lot.
He was thankful he was able to lie down on his front, since his arms felt a little shaky and weak, but the booze in him did everything to make sure his mouth was savage with her.
Alister wasn’t interested in making this slow or teasing. He just wanted to make her feel so damn good she would fill his mouth with her juices as she came.
Her hands shot down to grip his hair, her back bowing the moment his tongue touched her, like he’d put a hot coal to her body. He flicked over the hard nub of her clit and every time he did, her beautiful thighs twitched around his head.
She moaned when he sucked on it, swirling his tongue, but he was the one who moaned when he finally moved down to her entrance to dip inside. There was already a little pool for him, telling him just how much she was enjoying it.
The taste of her made him shove his tongue deeper so he could collect more, eagerly awaiting her spilling inside his mouth.
“Alister...” Her hips twitched, as if she wanted to buck against his mouth, rubbing his nose against her clit.
As he ran his tongue from her slit to her sensitive nub, his gaze turned up to watch her body roll all the way from her hips to her shoulders, lying firmly against the bed.
His grin deepened when it happened again while he sucked and laved her. She’s about to...
Before he could even finish his thought, he had to lower his head when she let out a loud cry. He dipped his tongue inside when she came, swirling his tongue so he could lap it up. Her channel rippled around the tip of it.
The way she tasted, her orgasm not mingled with his own, was a treat Alister found himself instantly addicted to, something he savoured and drank in an attempt to quench his undeniable thirst for her.
Little shuddering moans fell from her when she was finished, and he started teasing her clit with his tongue again. He just wanted to make her entire body twitch because of how sensitive she was now.
She started pushing at his head until he was forced to release her. He made his way up her body, leaving wet kisses behind. As he always did, he tongued that scar across her torso, the perfect line to make him speed up the pace. He sucked her already red and swollen nipple just for good measure.
“Take your boots off,” she panted, pushing at his chest when he tried to kiss at her neck.
She wanted him naked too.
“I don’t think I can wait, Rosetta,” he told her, leaning over her more and forcing her to let him place his lips on her.
His cock was paining him terribly, throbbing in his breeches that felt too tight and harsh against the sensitive head.
“Please?” she begged, and Rosetta never begged.
He let out a groan before backing away from the bed.
With rushed movements, Alister brought his knee up so he could grip his boot and yank it off. He had to quickly place his bare foot down before he fell. Then worked on the other one, nearly hopping as he tugged it off.
She was making him more desperate for her by doing this. Alister was growing impatient to fill her, to have her glove him in heat and softness.
When he turned to her to practically dive back onto the bed and attempt the buttons on his pants, he had to pause. Rosetta was on her knees at the edge, already reaching forward to undo them herself.
He studied her face while he felt each button pop before she pulled his breeches down to reveal his shaft. She turned her face up to him with a bright smile, cupping the underside of him. He felt it pulsate in her palm.
Then she turned her gaze back down, stroking the entire length of his engorged cock. She licked her lips to wet them before they parted. Alister’s nose crinkled to stifle his groan; she wanted to suck him.
He palmed the top of her head to run his fingers through her glossy brown hair. He quickly pulled her closer, worried she might change her mind.
She really wanted to treat him tonight. A blowjob from Rosetta was like being sucked by an angel... or a devilish succubus with all her teasing.
The first deep lick over the tip made him lose all the breath in his chest. She sucked the broad head into her mouth, twirling her tongue all along the flared rim.
His head fell back, and he let his neck muscles relax, so he could focus on the difficult task of standing. Even just the wafting heat of her breath had his cock twitching.
When she started sinking her mouth down with her tongue lapping at him, his hand fisted her hair. The other came up to cup the nape of her neck, as though he needed to hold onto her to steady himself.
She wasn’t as playful, wasn’t as teasing as she usually was when she did this for him, but he didn’t need her to be.
Every time she moved her head back and forth, her tongue cupping the underside of him and making the head brush over the ridges on the roof of her mouth, his lungs squeezed.
He let out a deep groan when she even brought one of her hands up to heft his sac, giving it a light massage.
His balls felt heavier than usual, like they ached to release his seed.
She brought her head back to stroke the tip with a wet swirl. Her lips brushed over the sides, all around him, pulling on the skin around his cock when she started moving back and forth again.
With every movement from her, every change, his legs grew weaker. His knees were trying to buckle, both from the booze and the wonderful way her mouth felt.
His head fell forward when he felt a well of precum, and his entire body shuddered.
I want her to keep going. He wanted her to suck him dry and swallow him down, but he had to pull her head back by her hair when her mouth picked up the pace.
“I can’t,” he huffed, stepping to the side so he could kneel on the bed next to her. He’d fucking fall at this rate.