Skin (Flesh 2)

“Can you do what I asked or not? Your choice.”

She pinned her lips shut and her hand returned to her side.

“Good girl.”

“Am I allowed to speak?” she asked in a cranky voice.

“Sure.”

The woman opened her mouth, doubtless to serve him some smartass reply, but wisely shut it.

“That’s a good girl.” Nick nuzzled her belly button, brushed his beard lightly across her mound. The muscles in her stomach jumped.

“I don’t know why I put up with your shit,” she mumbled. Clearly hating everything he did to her. As if. He couldn’t keep the smile off his face.

“Because you know I’ll make it worth your while.” He spread her open with his thumbs and blew air across her wet folds. So f**king gorgeous and pink. “And because you want to.”

She huffed and he licked up through her pu**y with the flat of his tongue, a nice broad swipe to coat his tongue with her taste. No point in half measures. He was a glutton for her. Her butt cheeks tightened and her h*ps shifted, trying to get closer.

“You’re going to be damn upset if I stop because you can’t behave,” he said.

“I’m trying,” she whined.

“Try harder. That was your last warning.”

“But—”

He buried his face in her sex, lapping and loving her every way he knew how. Getting mindless on the touch and taste of her. So many times he thought he’d lost her, and yet here he was, eating her hot little cunt like the end was nigh. Fuck, he hoped it wasn’t. He wanted decades with her, doing just this.

Her legs trembled and her breath stuttered as he drove her hard toward cl**ax. No time for niceties—who knew how long they’d be left alone. He used his teeth to carefully tease her. He suckled at the lips of her sex and tickled her clit, before going back to swiping at her with the tip of his tongue. Her moans grew louder and louder but her hands stayed put, one by her side and the other in the sling lying across her body. Fuck, he hoped this wouldn’t hurt her shoulder, but he couldn’t stop himself. The scent of her sweat and the heat of her sex made him drunk. Her pu**y fluttered against his tongue as he f**ked her with it. Groans echoed through the concrete cell.

“Nick, please,” she whimpered.

He rubbed at her cl*t with his tongue, sucked hard at her spread-open sex. Never had he seen a woman so f**king wet and ready. Perfect was Roslyn with her legs spread wide and his mouth on her as she stuttered his name. Heaven had nothing on this. His fingers dug into her, holding her to him as she shuddered and came, her pu**y convulsing against his lips. He almost came himself.

She huffed and puffed and got her breath back as he sat up on his knees, tore open his jeans and shoved them down his thighs. They had no time to waste.

“Stay still,” he said. “Remember?”

Dazed eyes blinked open. Her cheeks were damp with tears.

“Shit. Are you in pain?” he asked.

She shook her head. “No. Please, Nick.”

He lay down over her, keeping his weight to himself with an arm beside her head. Without delay he fit the head of his c**k to her and pushed in. No one else felt like this, impossibly slick and incredibly hot. How the f**k he’d kept out of her all day he had no idea. And she thought she had to seduce him. Roslyn breathing made him hard. Roslyn wide open and so wet he could drown in her pretty much owned him. Amazingly, he found he could live with that just fine.

He f**ked into her sweet and slow, keeping the pace nice and easy, kissing away her tears.

“That was good,” she said with wide eyes, looking at him in awe. The things she did for his ego.

“This’ll be better,” he promised.

Why hadn’t he thought to take his shirt off? Then they could have been skin to skin. Damn it. He couldn’t bring himself to stop. Her pu**y made the best wet noises as he thrust into her. All he wanted was to be inside her for as long as possible. But distantly, he could hear voices outside. The thought of anyone else seeing her this way made him want to tear something apart. His fingers curled into the mattress and he could feel the material stretching, giving. Everything in him tensed. Something about her turned him into a caveman with an unending hard-on.

Roslyn had subtly drawn up her legs at some stage and pushed back against him, urging him on. Her sex clenched at him on every withdrawal. It felt impossibly good. Fire spread through him and his balls had crept up into his body, never to be seen again. He tried to slow down, but his pelvis only took orders from his c**k and his c**k answered solely to her.

“Faster,” she said. Faster he went.

The corner of her lip curled up in a snarl and her h*ps bumped against him, seconding the demand. Sweat dripped off his face onto her. The tricky girl had him by the balls and he loved it. But it was time to even out the game.

She stared up at him, eyes huge. The first touch of his fingers to her cl*t had her neck arching. He slipped about in the wet mess between them, strumming the small, hard bead, getting her there. Her thighs clutched at him. That was what he wanted, the feel of her inner muscles trembling around him. She shivered and her mouth fell open in a silent cry. The grip of her pu**y undid him. Once, twice more he thrust into her and then lost it completely. Grinding against her with a hand wrapped hard around her hip. He emptied every last bit of himself into her and she took it all.

He only just stopped himself from collapsing on top of her, remembering at the last minute to hold himself up and not crush her beneath his remains. Because for certain she’d killed him this time. She should bury him and call it a day. It was the best f**king feeling. Blood roared behind his ears. His poor lungs labored to keep up. His heart had burst a while back.

“You’re a bad girl,” he said, after a while.

She still panted, her br**sts moving beneath him. “What? What did I do?”

“You didn’t stay still.” He leant his forehead against hers.

“I only moved a little,” she said, trying her best to look down her nose at him. It couldn’t have been easy to do, flat on her back with his softening dick still stuffed inside her. “I thought I was quite controlled, actually.”

His c**k twitched, valiantly trying to reanimate. It was a monster, out of control.

“Nick,” she said. “You can’t be serious.”

“It’s the uptight librarian thing. I have no defense against it.” He sighed and pulled out of her. “Stay there. Let me clean you up.”

She gave a low chuckle. “Is this Nurse Nick with a sponge bath? Because this librarian could totally handle that.”