Chapter 16 #4
She didn’t care that he was stopping her, didn’t question him. Instead, she grabbed the sides of his face gently and brought his lips down on hers, turning her head to deepen the kiss instantly. Everything felt heated between them, and Alister’s mind and chest ached from her.
He palmed the back of her head, bringing her closer, while the other grabbed her backside to lift one cheek. He thrust his hips against her at the same time, moving her body to stroke him.
He felt her reach a little higher and pull his eye patch off, revealing his face for her before she threw it against the bed to be lost until morning.
It wasn’t the first time she’d done this. She preferred to see his face entirely when they were alone, and it warmed his heart. Something that had been an unspoken insecurity in him was something she’d accepted wholeheartedly. He thought she may even like it.
Just when he was about to push her down, she pushed one of his shoulders to make his body twist and crash against the bed.
It wasn’t often Alister felt weakened by her, a creature much smaller than him, but there was something about the way she was tonight that made him submissive to whatever she wanted.
If she wanted him on his back, then he knew what she was going to do was going to mess his mind right up.
He knew he was right when she crawled on top of him to straddle his waist. She slipped her folds over the underside of his cock, moaning into his mouth as she wetted him.
He pulled her coat from her but left her unbuttoned tunic on.
He thought it might keep her warmer. The last thing he wanted was her shivering from the cold winter air rather than being lost and mindless while riding him.
It was selfish of him, really. He didn’t want anything distracting her from his cock.
Then he pushed his hand between their bodies so he could grab the base of his cock, hoping she’d slip him inside her and put him out of his fucking misery.
The ache bordered on pain, and he knew the only thing that would give him relief was if she swallowed him whole into her heat. The curls over her mound tickled as she ground her hips against him, pushing her needy and swollen clit over the length.
She continued to kiss him, making his tongue swirl with hers in a lazy dance that ate at his resolve. Her breaths were laboured and caught whenever she rubbed her folds over him just right, causing a tiny noise to leave her.
He found himself holding his shaft, unable to stop himself from pushing his hips upwards so she’d stroke it harder.
“Fuck, Rosetta,” he said against her lips. “Mount me.”
He needed her to take his cock right fucking now. Otherwise, he was going to roll them over and slam so hard inside her, it would probably hurt them both.
She gave a small giggle, showing she knew exactly what she’d been doing.
“You...!”
He was just about to roll them over and take her with feral pumps, when he finally felt the tip of his cock tuck against her entrance. He lost all his unravelling thoughts.
Shit! Rosetta leaned back and mounted all of what her body would allow in one go.
His lungs seized in his chest while his hips thrust up so he could try to bury himself deeper.
Both his hands came down to her arse with heavy slaps to push her down as heat, tightness, and texture surrounded him.
With how wet she was, there was no resistance as she took him fully.
Her back arched, her head falling forward as a soft cry broke from her. She dug her nails high on his stomach as she stretched for him, adjusting to his size.
“You always feel so good inside me,” she moaned, her brows furrowing so deeply he would have thought it was from pain if it wasn’t for her swirling her hips. She was stirring him inside her, wanting to feel him hit everywhere. “Why?”
He’d often asked himself the same thing. Can’t think. He couldn’t, not when she was trembling around him and rubbing his tip against her cervix.
Then she started to really move, and Alister knew he was doomed.
The way Rosetta bucked her hips atop his cock was like a wave that started from her waist and rolled down to her hips. It felt like a grind, the walls of her channel trying to hold onto him while her hips stroked up the front.
How she felt stole his breath.
It affected him all the way down to his muscles, his bones, every nerve and cell. It made his shaft throb harder with each stroke of her pussy, made his balls tingle, and made his groin tighten in blissful agony.
Watching her move was mind-numbing.
His gaze remained avidly fixed, never straying from her.
Her thighs jiggled as they slapped against his hips when she reached the deepest angle of their joining.
They were spread wide over his large, muscled body, pulling apart the lips of her folds so he could see her pussy gripping him as the pink skin moved up and down.
Her hands trembled on his stomach. Her perky round breasts bounced, jiggling with every movement.
Her shoulders curled forward when she twitched, like she was going taut.
It was her face, however, that always stole his sanity.
She would watch him, her blue eyes staying with his face to see his reactions to her riding him like a cock-hungry whore as she moaned.
Her freckles seemed brighter behind the pink arousal that flushed her face, her bottom lip a little redder than the top, as if she’d bitten at it when he wasn’t looking.
There was something about her eyes, though. It held a haunting look of need, desire, yearning, like she was melting on the inside. It was present every time, like a hunger she had for him, and he returned it with a savage, determined crinkle to his nose, a fierceness in his gaze.
Sometimes, she could dishevel him when she was on top, could take him to a place where he lost himself. It made his mind useless to do anything but let her take him the way she wanted.
Even now, seeing her tunic slowly slipping down her shoulders ate at him. He knew she’d be feeling a cold bite of air washing over her, but she was too distracted by him inside her to care.
She just wanted him, wanted to ride him. Fuck, she looked like she was loving it.
She bucked wildly, her head tilting back so she could face the ceiling, as though she couldn’t hold herself up properly anymore. Her moans grew louder, unhidden, uncaring as she pleasured herself with his cock.
She must have known he was growing impatient, that his hands had started digging into her backside so he could move her himself. He was trying to get her to come down harder on him, trying to lift her hips to get her to go faster.
Rosetta leaned over, placing one of her hands against the pillow behind him while she cupped the side of his cheek. She brushed her thumb over the scar on his face just below his blind eye as she pressed her lips to the side of his neck.
She kissed him with warm breaths as she tried to keep in control of the way her hips moved.
Then, between each teasing draw of her lips and her tongue darting out, she sweetly said, “You can call me Rosie if you want.”
Alister groaned deeply. His hands stilled on her as he throbbed so hard he feared he was about to come without warning.
How could her saying that almost shatter him completely? Bloody hell, she can’t say that to me right now. Alister knew he wasn’t far from it.
He released one hand so he could grab the back of her head and force her mouth to his. He kissed her deeply, showing he understood what that meant to her.
I’ve finally taken her away from that bastard. Alister had gained enough of her trust to steal that nickname from Theodore and claim it as his own.
It was his now, his to take, to say, to tease her with.
He had to break away from the kiss to lay his head back against the bed with how heavy and weighted it felt. His eyes rolled into the back of his skull as he felt his balls starting to draw up.
He could hear her panting breaths tighten as she leaned back, moving up and down on him this time. Then her head lolled as she started letting out little whimpers.
Alister needed to tell her he was about to come so she would hop off him, but everything felt hazy when he opened his lids once more to watch her.
His eyes couldn’t help looking to where his agony was currently escalating out of control, as he watched her spread folds move around his thick girth, glistening with her wetness.
“Rosie...” He groaned it, his face twisting into a furrow as he felt himself thickening. He couldn’t hold back from thrusting up into her to meet her movements, knowing it would help ease him. “I’m about to–”
“Oh, Alister!” Her hips became chaotic as she tried to go as fast as she could on top of him, controlling his cock to hit everywhere she desperately needed.
He didn’t get to finish his words before he felt her body suddenly grip around his shaft as she drenched him. Her core was quivering so much it made his jaw drop.
Alister didn’t want to break away from her while she was coming and screaming his name with abandon. She was twitching, riding him like a crazed animal, as if she couldn’t get enough. Watching her was dangerous, feeling her even more so.
Fuck, feels so good. She was plush, taut, rippling around his cock with spasms, like her pussy wanted to suck him impossibly deeper. Haa!
A guttural, growl-like noise rumbled in his chest as she continued to climax on top of him, milking his shaft in heavy squeezes, hungry for him, and he started to come inside her. Inside her heat, her wetness, the plumpness of her inner walls.
His fingertips on one hand dug into her arse while the fingers of his other hand did the same to her thigh, grabbing it quickly to help him through this. His legs trembled as tension shot through him, and his shoulders pressed more firmly into the bed below as he dipped beneath her.