10. Relief
RELIEF
ROSALIND
I grabbed Lars by the hand, pulling him back to my stateroom. We’d do this and do it properly. I couldn’t believe he’d agreed, but I wanted to have a good time. If we were stuck, we might as well have a bit of fun. Neither of us was tied down.
“It’s believable, right?” Lars asked.
I pushed him towards the bed before taking his face in my hands. Standing on my tiptoes, I silenced him with a kiss. I’d caught him off guard, but he picked up what I was giving fast enough. His hands gripped my ass, pulling me closer. My pelvis was now against his very swollen cock.
“Well, that didn’t take long,” I noted. “Someone isn’t too opposed?”
“I would be a fucking idiot to turn you down,” Lars said. “I’d kick myself. Besides, we could sell it, right?”
“Yeah. Exactly,” I said. “For the sake of our craft and selling it.”
I kissed him again, walking him back until he was pressed against the bed.
“I don’t have a condom,” Lars said.
“There are…”
I rifled through a drawer near the bed. “Ah-ha!”
Lars climbed on the bed, kicking off his shorts. I checked the expiration date. We were good to go. I only prayed he did not ask why these were here. I had no idea who purchased them, and I didn’t care to talk about stealing from my brothers’ condom stash. They were most likely the last to take this rig anywhere long enough to need prophylactics.
I tossed a condom on the bed and climbed astride him, not sure what I wanted to accomplish from this angle. All I knew was that he liked my ass, and he’d get a firm grip on it from here.
“See, I’m a bad girl,” I said. “I don’t listen to reason.”
“Are you? I only see generosity,” Lars said with a cheeky grin.
“I am terrible. I should be punished.”
He wasn’t reading me. I wanted him to spank me. I assumed he’d like to spank me.
“Oh… uh…”
“Spank me,” I whispered.
He hesitated, then gave my left cheek a little slap.
I kissed him, moaning into his mouth, “Harder.”
He delivered, leaving an audible clap.
Lars pulled back, asking, “Good?”
“More,” I panted and rolled my hips against him.
Even through his pants, I could feel his cock rock hard against my centre. It felt delightful to graze my clit against him—even through the light fabric. I wanted him to feel my wetness and want me more before I let him inside me.
“Fuck, Rose, that’s…” he didn’t finish.
Instead, Lars flipped me onto my back, pinning me to the bed.
I grinned gleefully as he played along. I liked this.
“You’re very naughty.”
“I am, yes. I deserve to be punished. I’ve been toying with you, after all. I locked you in here. Take it out on me.”
Lars kissed my neck and bit my earlobe.
I growled, “More, please. That feels so good.”
Lars sucked on my collarbone and ran his hand down to my bikini bottoms. He pulled them to the side, now rubbing my clit. I was dripping wet, just waiting for him.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned. “Yes, please.”
“Well, you said please,” Lars said.
I dug my fingers into his lower back, suggesting he should take me now. Instead, he rubbed his cock against me, my arousal soaking his pants. The more he tortured me, the wetter I became. Lars stopped, gazed down, eyes hungry for me, and then disappeared without a word, moving south.
With a swift motion, my bikini bottoms were gone. He parted my legs and kissed the tiniest bit of hair above my entrance before slowly kissing my clit. I rolled my hips towards him, showing him how much more I wanted his touch. Lars read my mind, burying his face between my legs and slowly sliding one, then two fingers inside of me. The louder I moaned and the wetter I became, the more he did.
I gripped his hair as if to steady myself. His free hand gripped my hip hard—to the point that it would have hurt if it didn’t feel so amazing.
“Yes, Lars, more. Please,” I begged.
He didn’t stop, picking up the cadence with his fingers and rubbing a spot that made me squeal.
I shuddered as he made me cum, screaming, “Oh fuck! Yes!”
Relief rushed over me. The feeling of release was exactly what I needed. I pulled his brown hair and lay there, total putty in his big, strong hands. This was precisely what I needed— someone who knew how to get me off efficiently and didn’t make me feel shit about it. He was dutiful to a fault. I longed to feel his cock inside me.
Lars continued as if keen to get me off again. I wanted to fight him, but I also loved a man who liked to serve me. Fuck, I wanted him. And the more I thought about him balls-deep in my core, the wetter I got and the more engorged I became, and the easier it was for him to bring me to orgasm. He continued to thrust his fingers until I came once more.
I cried out, “Oh, fuck yes!”
He looked up, satisfied by my reaction.
“Oh my God, that is…”
I didn’t finish, though, as I realised we now had an audience.