Chapter 47 #2
“Then Greg was stupid and evil, and I’m even more glad you killed him. Your legs are sexy as fuck.” I kiss the faint teeth marks. “You’re a fighter, Rue. I love these quads and hammies. They keep you safe. They bring you home to me.”
“Hammies.” She tries to roll her eyes, but pleasure hitches a ride with her scoff. “I was right about you the night Morticia met Gomez. You’re a jock. I’m dating a jock.”
I still. “You’re what?”
She covers her face with her hands. “God. I didn’t mean…”
I tsk at her and move her hands back into place at her sides, then retreat to the foot of the bed. It’s supposed to be the penalty for her movement, but it’s pure reward for me because from down here, I can look my fill.
More importantly, she fucking lets me.
Her eyes are locked on mine, her breath coming in pants and her cheeks glowing pink. Her nipples are hard little points, and her pussy…
I groan and fall forward, my hands wrapping around her inner thighs so I can push them apart, taking care not to jostle her knees or ankle.
“Date me.” I settle my shoulders into the space I’ve created. “Be my girlfriend. Be my murder wife.” I run my nose along the crease of her inner thigh, breathing her in. “Hell, be my actual wife.”
I close my eyes and drag my tongue up her slit, a sound catching at the back of my throat when I find her even wetter than she was at the vanity.
“You want me,” I say thickly. “Jesus Christ.”
The Rue under my tongue isn’t the sweet-tasting woman I’ve imagined this whole time.
Those fantasies kept my right hand busy and my balls drained when I stole whatever bits of her I could on my own in the dark.
But they’re nothing compared to the actual taste of her.
Her pussy is sweet—of course it is, it’s Rue—but it’s also musky and dark and slippery.
Oh my god, so slippery. I could slide my cock into her with no resistance at all.
The thought of it has me groaning against her folds and thrusting into the mattress like a fucking teenager.
“I used to picture this,” I tell her between long licks of my tongue. “When I’d listen to you at night.”
I lap along her seam again, this time stopping to suck her clit into my mouth. Her hips jolt in response, and I tear myself away, watching her tilt her pelvis up with a whimper, seeking my mouth.
“Stop,” I say in my commanding voice.
She falls still immediately, scowling like she’s ready to argue as I push her lower body back down onto the towel.
“No pushing off your ankle, no bracing your feet on the bed. I’ll tie your legs down if I have to.”
The way her breath catches, I think she might not hate that idea, but it’s not what I want for tonight.
Instead of diving back in once she’s still, I wait for the mutiny to leave her expression. After a few choppy breaths, it does.
“Okay,” she says raggedly. “I’m good.” Then she lifts her head and grins at me, cheeky as fuck. “What did you picture, exactly?”
I groan and sit back on my heels, hoping I don’t look as impatient for her to lie back down as I feel. She does, but she sticks out her tongue first, practically begging me to suck on it. And I plan to. Later.
Once she’s back on the pillow, I nod my approval and fit myself back between her thighs. The first thing I do is give her clit a flick.
“What was that for?” she yelps.
“For making me stop when all I want is to taste you.”
I circle my tongue over her bud, and she hisses, but she holds still.
“That’s good,” I tell her. “Good girl.” I turn my hand palm up and ease a finger inside of her while I lick her clit again. “This. I pictured this.”
“Yes.” She starts to arch her back but stops herself. “What else?”
I answer by adding a second finger, accompanied by another leisurely lick of her pussy.
“That’s… that’s good,” she croaks, strain evident on her face and in the tautness in those fucking thighs bracketing my ears. I consider busting her for moving again, but tensing her muscles isn’t quite the same thing, and I’m enjoying the mess we’re making too much to stop.
Then again, I’m enjoying pushing her to her breaking point, too, and when my languid licks turn into sharper, faster thrusts of my tongue, it doesn’t take long for her fingers to find their way into my hair.
I jerk away, leaving us both flushed and gasping.
“Baby,” I chide as I lick her wetness off my lips. “You have better control than that.”
“N-not when you do that with your tongue!” she cries.
I shake my head in mock disappointment and wrap my fingers around my dick. They’re coated in her juices, and I slowly pump myself.
“Do you want this cock?”
She slaps her hands back down on the mattress and glares at me. “Fuck you, you know I do.”
Her feral kitten rage makes me laugh. “You’re an awful sub.”
“And?” She glowers. “You’re a situational dom.”
I move up her body, placing a kiss on her hip bone. “Maybe. But you’re loving it.”
She can’t hold on to her angry expression when I lick a diagonal line across her stomach. “I am,” she says shakily.
“Good.” I skate my tongue along the side of her nipple and keep moving until my lips are a breath away from hers. “Now quit straining your shoulder and hold. fucking. still,” I whisper.
She stops moving so suddenly that even her lungs seem to stop working, which is my green light to settle back between her legs and keep eating her out like the starving man I’ve been.
“Your mouth. It feels so good,” she pants out, clenching the comforter in a death grip.
“Your sweet cunt tastes even better,” I say with a groan, reaching up to guide her hands to her breasts. “Does this hurt your shoulder?”
“No.” The hopeful word slips out around her plump, bitten lips.
“Then I want you to play with your tits for me.”
“God.” She whimpers when her fingers find her nipples. “Oh my god.”
This time when I dive back into her pussy, I grab her hips and lift her lower body to my mouth, giving me a new angle to lick her, suck her. My fingers dig into one of the only uninjured parts of her body, keeping her in place and preventing her from bucking, breaking, making me stop.
“Pinch them, baby,” I say with her clit between my teeth. “Pinch them and come for me, but don’t move any other goddamn part of you.”
“H-Hugo.” She chokes out my name as her pussy starts to clench and a new wave of moisture hits my tongue.
“This is what I pictured,” I growl as her thighs shake and her orgasm rolls through her, drinking in every second of the pleasure that twists her face. “Fuck, Rue. You’re beautiful.”
It takes her a full minute to catch her breath and come back into her body, and I use that time to stretch out along her right side.
“New position, same rules,” I say when she’s able to hear me again. “Don’t move, and you get a reward.”
My clever girl cuts her eyes over to me. “Is the reward your pretty penis?”
Why is her calling my dick “pretty” the best compliment I’ve ever gotten?
“Yes,” I say. “A lifetime supply, if you want it.”
Please want it. God, please, please want it.
“I want it.” She turns her head and flashes me a giddy smile, and I know it’s an unsanctioned movement, but I’m not about to punish her for saying that. So I turn this into an opportunity to reposition her, running the physics of fucking without putting any demands on her knees or ankles.
“Legs together.” I tap the outside of each thigh. “Tight.”
She does what I ask, and I adjust the towel under her ass. “Feel okay?”
She nods, her eyes fixed on my hands as they make final adjustments to the angle of her hips, the press of her legs, placing her body exactly where I want it.
“Why is that so hot?” she asks.
I know it’s rhetorical, but I answer anyway.
“Because it’s us.”
Then I drop into plank position over her, my hands on the mattress at her shoulders, my feet planted on either side of her legs, my cock…
Fuck me, this is going to be a problem. Just the sight of my dick gliding over her wet mound pulls more precum to the tip.
“Is now the time to tell you,” I grit out, “that I know about your IUD and your STI screens?” I resent any delay that keeps me from burying myself inside her, but I need to take better care of her than I did our first, frantic time when safety was the last thing on our minds.
“Of course you do.” She jolts when I drop my hips to tease her clit with the head of my cock.
It’s movement, but it’s not quite enough to force me to stop, thank fuck.
“I thought about it after Vartan and figured you’d been tested, too.
Nobody who puts cameras in only my half of the duplex is going to mess around with my health like that. ”
Goddamn. Who understands me better than this woman does? I push my dick into the tight space between her pussy and the juncture of her thighs, torturing us both with a different kind of penetration.
“Rue,” I say in a shaky voice, “are you ready f—”
“If you don’t put your huge dick inside me right now, I will get my knife and stab you, Hugo.”
I’m laughing as I slam myself home.
It dies fast, though, because my motherfucking god it’s good. It’s so good.
Rue gives a hoarse cry as I stretch her, but my brave girl doesn’t move, not even when I shift, and unbelievable friction grips us both.
It’s in the tight squeeze of her legs, the tight fit of my cock in her snug passage.
I’m suspended over her, my eyes fixed on hers, and when I pull out to thrust back in, my cock dragging over every ridge and swell inside her, I almost come right then.
I struggle to recall the details of a psychological disorder—any psychological disorder—that might distract me enough to keep me from filling her in a few short strokes, but I don’t have anything inside of me that isn’t her.
My mind, my heart, my muscles and blood, they’re all full of her, and my arms start to shake as I hold myself still, trying to contain the sheer fucking rightness of my cock and her cunt.
Rue, meanwhile, has jokes.
“Weren’t you the guy who Superman planked on top of me for like ten minutes on Marcus Navarro’s carpet?” She pokes my trembling biceps. “What gives?”