18. Going to Hell
GOING TO HELL
ROSALIND
S tanding in the living room of a super yacht, I propositioned one of my brothers’ oldest friends.
“Fancy going to hell with me?”
His jaw dropped, and astonishment was soon replaced with a cheeky grin that adorably curled the sides of his mouth. He said nothing, only pulled me close again, kissing me like he’d thought of nothing but. I wanted him to run me into the bedroom, throw me on the bed, and fuck me like he’d been dying to for the past thirty-six hours. Whether that was true or not, that was the fantasy I wanted to cultivate this morning.
“I’d go to hell with you in a heartbeat, Rosalind,” Lars said. “Now, go get naked.”
He swatted my arse hard. The man took notes well.
“Where am I going?”
“Here.” Lars pulled me down the hall to a stateroom with fabulous bay views.
“Don’t go easy on me,” I said.
“Oh, I won’t,” Lars promised.
He pushed me back on the bed, climbing on top of me and pressing me down against it. The act appeared playful but also had some feeling of ownership attached to it. I liked this more than he’d ever know.
“I like it when you get all aggro,” I said.
He kissed me, running his hand up my dress. Again, he said nothing with words. Lars’s hungry actions reflected his desire to have me more than a long, flowery speech ever could. I much preferred the efficiency of touch to a sonnet. Lars pulled my knickers aside, rolling two fingers against my now-wet clit. I let out a long-awaited moan.
“Are you going to be greedy, Rose?”
“Always,” I promised.
He smiled, pleased with that response.
“Then, you’ll have to pay, I guess. We cannot have that.”
Lars rolled me over to my stomach and pulled up my dress. He raised his hand, preparing to spank me. I tensed, and he laughed. He pretended to spank me, stopping just centimetres above my bum. Then, out of nowhere, he gave my right cheek a hard slap.
“Are you going to behave now, Rose?”
“Are you going to let me sit on your face?” I asked.
Lars slapped my other cheek even harder, then rubbed it, almost gleefully, as he touched me. I’d unlocked something for us both by opening up about this kink. Rarely did I trust anyone with this during something casual. I didn’t trust them. Lars was safe. I’d known him my entire life. I knew he was a kind soul. He was also a great surprise in bed.
“You don’t get to make any demands, Rose.”
I turned, staring back at him. “What do you want from me, then?”
“To take you from behind until you scream into a pillow.”
He was speaking my language now.
“Get your dress off. Get naked, and I’ll fuck you.”
“Since when do you think you get to see me naked—completely naked, Lars?”
“Since I told you,” Lars barked, sorting through his nightstand.
I did as told while he rolled a condom over his cock. The light wasn’t great, but I also wasn’t disappointed. We must have found less ancient condoms. I couldn’t complain about the newer stash and the superior cabin temperature.
Lars flipped me on my back again, then pulled me up by my hips, pressing himself against my entrance.
“Well, you’re very wet, aren’t you, dirty girl?” He rubbed his hard cock against my wetness. It sends shivers down my spine.
“I’ve wanted you to fuck me ever since you went down on me. I wanted your cock, and you wouldn’t give it to me,” I moaned.
“Well, I’ll give it to you if you’re good and scream into that pillow, baby.”
Lars pressed my head into the pillows before me, slowly sliding himself inside me.
The feeling of him entering me only made things feel even more exquisite. I let out a squeal into the pillow. Lars grabbed my hair, pulling it together at the base of my neck. He slowly tightened his grasp as he rocked in and out of me. The combination of the hair-pulling and his thrusts would send me into orbit before he even knew. I’d been desperate for him to get me off with his cock yesterday. Now, I was getting all of him balls-deep inside me. It felt so good.
“Fuck me harder,” I growled into the pillow.
He smacked my arse, the crack piercing the quiet of the room. “Don’t tell me what to do, Rose.”
I moaned, close to climax now.
“Can I cum?” I pleaded.
“You can,” Lars permitted, panting as he thrust harder and faster.
I felt myself tense against him, my toes curling and pulling my legs back around his. I let go completely. He pulled my hair more. I descended into screaming his name into the pillow.
“Lars! Oh, fucking good god!”
He spanked me again playfully. “You’re too loud, Rose. You should calm down.”
That wasn’t in the cards. I was a proud screamer and could not tone things down. This was the most quiet he’d seen.
"Get on top of me,” Lars said. “Ride me so I can watch you cum again.”
“Yes, of course,” I panted. “I can do that.”
He lay down. I slowly climbed astride him, trying to pull myself together, but it was a lost cause. He pulled my hips against him again possessively. Once more, he was inside me. It felt even better this way. I leaned down to kiss him again, keeping myself upright on my wrists on either side of his shoulders. I ground against him at first, then picked up. I pulled back, looking down at his satisfied face. Digging my nails into his chest, I was a woman on a mission. Lars read the situation well. He played with my nipples until I was panting. Reading my inevitable climax, he began to pump my hips up and down. I came, screaming his name too loudly, then returned to reality.
“I am sorry I’m so… fucking loud,” I laughed.
“You’re perfect, promise,” Lars said. “Besides, on this side of the ship, there’s only my idiot stepbrother. If he’s asleep, I don’t give a fuck if we wake him up. Serves him right.”
I bit my lip. “I adore the shit-stirring, bad boy Lars who doesn’t give a fuck. I’d like it if he came out to play more.”
“We’ve got a few more days, baby,” Lars promised.
He flipped me onto my back, kissing my neck and thrust inside me harder and deeper than before. “I want to cum knowing I’ve made you happy, Rose.”
“I am so, so happy,” I promised. “Totally satisfied, Lars.”
He picked up his pace, going deeper and harder. I held on for dear life, my nails digging deep into his back. He watched my eyes roll back as I came once more. I writhed and panted, trying to catch my breath. Then, he bit my earlobe and stopped. I felt his heart beating in the tell-tale way. He’d cum. We lay there a moment. Lars pulled back, kissed me, and then went to take care of the condom.
I lay in bed, looking out at the bay from his room. Something changed for us, but it wasn’t bad. He returned to bed and cuddled me—still needing to say little to telegraph his emotions. We didn’t need words to read one another. This felt like so much more than a one-night stand. I never fucked friends, but perhaps it was time to reconsider that decision. Knowing him only made things hotter.