Page 38 of Ruckus

“First we’re gonna relieve this fuckin’ tension. Then, we’re gonna talk.” I speak against her mouth, “No fuckin’ runnin’,” I warn, taking her hands and pinning them behind her back.

“Talk about what?” She teases my mouth with hers, pulling back when I go to kiss her again.

“About us,” I growl, taking her lip between my teeth and sliding my hand up her neck.

“I thought there wasn’t an us. Never was. Never would be.” She throws my own words back at me. “What changed your mind?” she asks as I kiss my way up her jaw.

“I didn’t change my mind. I lost it again,” I whisper as I wrap my fingers around her throat and feel how it pulses.

“No regrets this time, Princess.” I smile against her skin, knowing how much she hates it when I call her that. I take my lips off her when she doesn’t answer me and notice she looks sad as she nods back at me.

“No regrets,” she promises, before I sink my tongue back into her mouth and hear that contented little sigh.

Ruckus moves fast, raising the dress I’m wearing over my head and picking me up from under my thighs. He pins me to the wall with his hips, attacking me with his mouth, while I cling my arms around his neck and let the comfort of having him close again spread all the way to my toes.

I’ve ached for this since he kissed me in the middle of the ring. Any idea of it being bad or wrong gets thrown out my head. Because for the first time since I left this place, everything feels right.

This is what I need, this is what I’ve thought about every day since the day I ran away, and as his tongue glides up my neck and his hand slips into the front of my panties I moan from the relief it brings.

“Fuck, I missed you,” Ruckus breathes against my skin as his finger strokes over my clit and makes my pussy walls throb.

“That feels so nice,” I tell him, looking between our bodies and liking how it looks too.

“I think you missed me too. You're soaking my fingers. Want me to fill this pussy again?” he asks in between kisses. We’re both already breathless from anticipation.

“Yes.” I buck my hips against his hand and when I feel two of his fingers push inside me I moan so loud he slams his other hand over my mouth.

“I love to hear you moan, Princess, but no other fucker gets to hear how you sound when you come.” He scrapes my earlobe through his teeth and I pant against his hand while the fingers from his other one fuck me until I come hard and fast all over them.

“That’s a good girl.” He slips his fingers from my panties and sucks them between his lips. “You taste so fuckin’ desperate. How long have you been waiting for me to touch you again, Princess?”

This time I don’t care what he calls me. I’m still on a high and as he undoes the buckle of his belt I look down and watch with anticipation.

“You know what comes next, darlin’.” He takes out his cock, and proves that my memory of how big it was has not been exaggerated. It’s just as intimidating as I remember. “You want me inside you.” Taking hold of his cock in his fist he teases between my folds with the tip of it. “It’s gonna to feel so fuckin’ good pushing up inside you again, Freya.” He kisses my neck as he continues to stroke his cock against me.

“What’s the birth control situation, darlin'?” he asks, starting to sound as desperate as I feel.

“I… I get the shot, and I’m all up to date,” I assure him, there was no way I was ever gonna risk bringing a kid into mine and Drew’s relationship.

“And do you trust me?”

“Trust you?” I frown in confusion, and when he pulls back he looks really serious about whatever he’s about to say next.

“I regret nothing about what happened before, other than the fact I was wearing a rubber… I swear to you that I ain’t ever been inside a woman without wrapping up. I’ve never trusted anyoneenough to do that, but with you… I wanna be as close as I can get.” He seems a little confused himself as he swallows thickly and keeps his eyes fixed on mine.

I nod, starting to guess where this is heading.

“I would never lie to you, or put you in any danger,” he adds.

“I believe that,” I whisper. Ruckus can be an asshole, he can be stubborn and irritating, but I know he would never hurt me.

“Freya, I gotta know how it feels. I don’t want a barrier between us.” His chest is heaving, and suddenly I decide that I need that too and I nod my head some more.

He guides his cock toward my entrance, making circles around it with his thick head gradually teasing and stretching me open. I grip his shoulder and wait to feel that pain, the pain I’ve craved ever since I last felt it.

“You're so tight,” Ruckus growls, unable to hide the pleasure that gives him from his voice. “Tight, and fuckin’ mine.” He steadily pumps inside me, taking up more and more space with each thrust. His hands are on my ass cheeks now, gripping me tight with his fingers as he rolls his hips into mine.

“Open your eyes,” he tells me. “Open them wide. Look at what's happening,” he orders, and when I do as he commands I can see him switching his focus from looking between us to watching my reaction.

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