Page 4 of Ruckus

“And why would you do that?” She crosses her arms and scowls at me.

“Because, you inviting him up here was a reckless, stupid thing to do. He could have done anything to you, he could have…”

Her outburst of giggles makes me pause.

“Wanna tell me what you think is so funny?”

“Ruckus, did it not occur to you that that's exactly why I invited him up here?” She shakes her head and moves away from the door, sitting herself on the bed and leaning back on her palms. She’s still wearing that tight tee, but she’s switched her jeans for a cute little pair of shorts that I really have to avoid looking at.

“Trust me, Freya, that’s not what you want.” I crush out my smoke and head inside after her, closing the door because the cool evening air is making her nipples stick out from under that damn fuckin’ shirt.

“Okay, so what do I want?” she asks me in a voice so seductive, that I have to plead with my dick to stand the fuck down.

“I… I don’t know, but it ain’t that. Guys like him have a different girl in every fucking town. You wouldn’t mean anything to him.” Just having to explain this to her gets me more irate.

“And I guess Trinity, Sabrina, and all their little whore friends mean something to you?” She tilts her head and the clever smirk she gives me makes me want to grip her dainty little throat in the arch of my hand and squeeze.

“That’s different,” I point out.

“You're so pathetic.” She laughs at me again, and it gets me so fuckin’ mad I growl out-fuckin’-loud. “What's so bad about me having my kicks and getting laid like you do?” She stands up and steps toward me like a predator sizing up its prey. “I just wanted to get fucked, Ruckus.” She shrugs, sounding all cute and fucking sexy at the same time. Standing in front of me, toe to toe, and looking up at me with those big blue eyes like she can read my mind.

“You didn’t like it, did you?” She reaches her arm up over my shoulder and softly scratches her nails across the back of my neck. “I saw how you looked when he had his hands on me.” She glances down her body and licks her lips, ensuring those pert tits are touching me. “He’s gone, you told him to leave. So why are you up here, Ruckus?” Her eyes meet with mine again and suddenly the cord fucking snaps.

I kiss her, reaching around her body to grab her ass cheeks and lift her from the floor. I let go of ten years’ worth of temptation and pent-up anger as I wrap her thighs around my hips and feed my tongue between her lips. This is nothing like I imagined it would be. It’s rough and so fucking messy, but I’m mad at her, for provoking me, for breaking me, and as I scrunch her soft blonde hair in my hand, I need her to know that she isn’t the one calling the shots.

“You still lookin’ to get fucked, Princess?” I ask, carrying her over to the bed when I know that any hope of me walking away from this is has packed up and fucked off. “Because I won’t be fuckin’ gentle.” My warning comes out low and raspy as I throw her down on the mattress and take off my cut. She has the samesatisfied smirk on her face as she did earlier as I kick off my boots, then toss my knife and gun beside them. I reach over my back and pull the black tank top I’m wearing over my shoulders and off my head.

Freya’s eyes wander over my naked torso, and I do nothing to tame my dick as I open my jeans and let her see what she’s got coming to her.

Suddenly I’m the one feeling smug when her eyes widen and water at the same time.

“You ready to go at it like a starved animal, darlin’?” I take my cock in my hand and start pulling it through my fist, while she watches with fascination.

“I… I…”

“You didn’t answer my question.” I watch her swallow the lump in her throat while she keeps me waiting for one of her clever remarks, and I almost choke when I hear what she says next…

“I… Ruckus, I’ve never… you know.” She looks up at me through her lashes, and suddenly all her sass has been replaced with nerves and uncertainty.

This right here should be the moment that I cut and run, but instead I let the flame she ignited get outta control.

“What are you telling me, Freya?” I breathe in through my nostrils and try to stay calm.

“I’m telling you that, I’m not like your little whore friends. I’ve never sucked a dick before… okay?” She takes her eyes off mine like she's ashamed of the fact. “What are you staring at me like that for? Just get it over with and laugh.” She huffs in that bratty way that makes me want to punish her, but when she closes her eyes I reach out and lift her chin with the crook of my finger.

“Look at me,” I command, shocked that she does what I ask first time, and when she flickers her eyes back open she looks so vulnerable.

“Do you see me laughin’?” I ask, remaining serious. She shakes her head at me slowly, and I move a little closer.

“Have you ever taken a dick in your hand before?” I carefully take hold of her wrist and guide it toward me, and when she shakes her head some more I feel my dick twitch as I drag her hand toward it.

“Here,” I clasp my hand over hers and wrap her fingers around my shaft, showing her how to stroke me. “You feel how heavy that is?” I ask, watching how she focuses so intently on what she’s doing.

I can’t let myself think about how wrong this is, not while she's holding me in her trembling hand and looking so enthralled. “You wanna taste it?” My thumb slides over her bottom lip and parts it slightly from her top one. “I think it would feel nice to slide between these lips.” Shuffling forward, I watch her nod her head and part her mouth at the same time.

The feisty girl that's done everything in her power to irritate me is gone. What I have here now is an inexperienced, sweet little creature, just waiting to be corrupted. I push through her lips and let my tip slide over her warm, wet tongue, gripping my fingers in her hair and moaning at how good it feels. I take it steady, knowing that this is gonna be so fuckin’ different to anything I’ve had before. She gags and sputters when I go a little too far and touch the back of her throat. Quickly, I pull out, holding her face in my hands and checking she’s okay.

“I’m sorry.” She blushes. “It’s just a lot to… It’s big.” She smiles up at me and makes something inside me weaken.

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