Page 60 of Love At First Fright
“Need to taste you.” Ellis lifted her up, his hands branding her thighs, and placed her down on the armchair, kneeling before her. He slicked kisses down her stomach, down the apex of her thighs.
Rosemary let out a needy sob when he blew softly on the wet seam of her pussy, making her writhe. The way he lookedup at her, her legs wound around him, was almost enough to make her come apart. His eyes didn’t leave hers as he sucked on the pearl of her clit, his tongue driving into the heat of her cunt. Rosemary moaned, her fingers tangling in Ellis’s hair, holding him in place.
“Be a good girl and come on my tongue,” he ordered, and with growing pace he fucked her with his fingers, too, arching inside her, pressing down on that perfect spot. Rosemary cried out, hoping that the closed door would muffle her voice as she bucked, seeing stars, riding Ellis’s face and tongue until her orgasm abated.
When she’d regained the feeling in her legs, Rosemary joined Ellis on the carpet, pushing him back so he leant against the front of the armchair. She kissed him because she didn’t have access to language just yet, tasting herself on his tongue.
Rosemary needed to make Ellis feel as good as she did. She straddled his thighs, palming his cock.
“Your turn,” she whispered. She needed this to end with him coming, she needed to know she could pleasure him just as much as he could her.
“Is it now?” Ellis grinned, sitting back to watch her. “What if I say no?”
Rosemary pouted. “Please, Ellis. Let me.” This was what she wanted, this playful dynamic. It was like a game, the erotic thrill of waiting to see how he would react, whether or not he would call out her brattish behaviour. More and more, Rosemary realised that she loved being a brat, but only with Ellis. Only because he could match her, return her teasing with his soft commands.
She lifted her palm, licking it with a swipe and returning it to him. Ellis hissed as Rosemary picked up her pace, using her other hand to reach back and tug gently at his sack.
“Look at what you’re doing to me.” He groaned, shifted positions, standing above her. The sight of him up there, the feel of his muscled thighs beneath her hand, had Rosemary slick all over again.
“Remember what I said on the phone, love?” Ellis asked, that deliciously stern expression back on his face. With one hand he fisted his cock, hard, almost brutally; the other stroked her cheek.
“You come wherever you want. Use my mouth, please, Ellis.”
“Fuck, hearing that is enough to make a man crumble, Rosemary. But not yet. Right now, I want to come on your perfect tits. Cup them for me.”
She did, pinching her nipples hard enough that jolts of pleasure had her aching. She tipped her head back, watching Ellis watch her, his eyelashes fluttering, his body shaking, barely holding on. She reached forwards a hand, knowing that he could punish her for it later, knowing that she wasn’t doing exactly as she’d been told, to rub her thumb, just once across the sensitive tip of his cock.
It was enough. Ellis gasped her name, viciously thrusting into his hand, his come ribboning across her breasts, her neck, her stomach. The hot, wet feel of it on her skin nearly had Rosemary delirious. It was everything she wanted as a sub: that feeling of being marked, used for pleasure. Even on her knees, he worshipped her, knowing that she had done this, she had brought him that release, that pleasure, rooted a feeling of joy deep inside her. Their breathing slowed, and Ellis went to grab a few tissues from a box on a nearby table.
“I almost don’t want to clean you up,” he said, helping her stand. “You look incredible painted in my come like that.”
Just to tease him, Rosemary ran a finger through a streak ofit, and sucked the finger into her mouth. “Christ, Rosemary,” Ellis said, voice pure gravel. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
He cleaned her up, and she pulled her vest back on.
“Do you think you’ll be able to go back to sleep now?”
She snorted. “Not likely.”
“Do you…do you want to go bird-watching with me then? After a shower and all that?” He ran a hand through his hair. “I thought I spotted a buzzard, or maybe a kite, flying over the fields earlier, but I wasn’t sure. Need your expert opinion.”
“You want to go bird-watching with me?”
“I would love nothing more. But only if you bring those sexy binoculars.”
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“What do you devils wantwith me?” Ellis shouted, as Ben, one of the ghost actors, pinned him to the ground and twisted his face in an uncanny, ghoulish expression.
“Parloooow,” Ben howled back.
“And cut!” Vincent shouted. “Good work this morning, everyone!”
Ben helped Ellis to his feet, and they chatted for a minute about weekend plans. They weren’t meant to be shooting this morning—hell, Ellis was on very little sleep after his PA had woken him up at eight this morning, barely three hours into his “night’s” sleep. But apparently, Jeremy had spoken with the studio, and they wanted to release the trailer a little earlier than originally planned. And Vincent wanted this shot in the trailer, kept saying it was “the heart of the movie” in his French accent. Ellis had rolled his eyes, and reluctantly pulled himself from bed to go and film.
It would have been harder to get up if Ellis hadn’t known he would get to see Rosemary again. Another day and working night had passed since he’d finally had her in the library, andthe memory of the needy little sighs she’d made when he sucked her clit, and the way he’d painted her tits with his come, had Ellis actively fighting erections all morning. They’d gone out bird-watching into the midmorning, Rosemary pointing out all the native bird species to him in her sweet accent, the flush from her orgasm still on her cheeks. He’d stopped them several times just to back her up against a tree and kiss her senseless again. She made these little sounds when her lips parted for him, he wasn’t sure if she was even aware of it, but he would die a happy man to hear her make that sound one more time.
By the time Ellis had finished shooting, Rosemary had arrived on set. She was bundled up in her winter coat, nose pink from the cold. As Vincent looked over the footage, deciding if he wanted another take, Ellis made Rosemary a coffee, and took a moment to carry it to her.
