Page 46 of Scythe & Sparrow
Rose shudders beneath me and I know instantly that she enjoys that fantasy as much as I do. I look down at her and she gives me a wicked smile. “God, yes. But what if you couldn’t find me?”
My strokes slow. I hold her gaze. The urge to kiss her steals my breath. It takes every last thread of my restraint not to do it, and it leaves nothing else behind. Maybe she won’t see that every barrier I try to keep up has crumbled, if only for a heartbeat, when I say, “I willalwaysfind you, Rose.”
Rose’s smile is so faint it could be imagined. The flicker in her brow so brief it could be a mirage. But if she thinks this is still a game or something more, she doesn’t say. Because there are no more words after that.
I kiss her neck. She trails her touch across my skin. Our rhythm grows more urgent. Deep rocking strokes, desperate moans. My cock glides through her heat, her pussy tight around my erection. Her body grips mine as though it’s a missing piece it can’t bear to let go of. Her whimpers become more intense, and I know she’s getting close. My palm glides down her body and press my fingers to her clit and within seconds, she’s losing control. Her back bows off the bed. I quicken my pace. She calls out my name and I’m falling with her into ecstasy, keeping my touch steady on her bundle of nerves as I pull out quickly. “Look down,” I grit out, gripping my erection with my other hand as a pulse of cum shoots across her left breast.
“Fuck, yes, Fionn.”
I’m immediately pushing back into her. A pulse of cum spills into her pussy. I pull out again, and this time it lands on her belly. I thrust into her cunt, staying buried there, the rest of my orgasm spent inside her. I brace my arms next to her sides, both of us recovering our unsteady breath. The sight of her covered with my cum just makes me want to do it all over again until she’s fucking covered with my spend. And the way she looks down at her body, I think she’s thinking the same thing.
“That was hot as hell,” Rose whispers. Her hands trace patterns over the tense muscles of my arms. Part of me worries that she might be uncomfortable or in pain with her broken leg. But as I take slow strokes inside her, my cock still erect and growing harder with every second that I recover, those worries fade away.She looks down at the point where we’re joined and bites one of her blushed lips. “Did I tell you that I really like being covered and filled with cum?” she asks, her eyes meeting mine with faux innocence. My cock twitches with building need.
“You know, I think you might have mentioned something about that.” I thrust harder, starting to pick up a steadier pace. “But I’m a doctor. I’ll need some empirical proof before I can be sure.”
“Thank fuck,” she says around a moan.
We fuck. We come. We fuck again. I come in her pussy. I come on her tits. On her belly. The sun is setting when we finally stop, both of us panting, both of us sated, though I can’t say for how long. And as I pull out of her for the last time, I’m already wondering how I’ll ever be able to stick to these rules.
I’m about to ask Rose if she’s hungry or if I can bring her something to the bed. And if she says she wants to stay in my room and fall asleep together, there’s no fucking way I’ll say no. But before I can say anything, she’s shimmying to the end of the mattress and then she’s up, balancing on her good leg, the injured one bent to keep the cast off the floor.
“Wait,” I say, untangling my feet from the sheets. “Let me help you.”
“I’m good, Doc.” She casts a smile to me over her shoulder before she hops toward the door. Her ass bounces with every jump and I have to clench my jaw to keep from begging her to come back so we can do it all over again. “Rules, remember?”
“Yeah,” I say, my voice thin and quiet, as though my mind has been lost in a spell and I can barely make such a simple word. And as she stops at the door, I think that might be true.
Rose turns, fully facing me. Her skin glistens with my spend. It’s smeared on her thighs, painted on her belly and breasts. With her other hand braced on the door handle, she trails a finger through the cum spread across her belly, drawing her touch upward, tracing the swell of her breast. Her eyes never leave mine as she raises that finger to her mouth and rests it on her tongue. Her lips close around it. She hums a satisfied note, and then she gives me a wink.
A thousand fantasies flood my mind, all of them of Rose. My cock grows harder.
“Night, Doc. Thanks for a fun time.”
She closes the door behind her and leaves me sitting in the growing dark.
DESCENT
Rose
I can’t remember the last time I was on a plane. And I know I’ve never been on one with a guy. At least, not a friends-with-benefits guy.
Especially not one who’s got his hand up my skirt and his fingers in my cunt.
I stifle a whimper, but only barely.
“Shh,” Fionn says, pumping his fingers in and out of my entrance with slow strokes. I try not to squirm, but it’s nearly impossible to sit still. “Someone will hear you.”
“As if anyone who’s walked by hasn’t already clocked what we’re doing,” I whisper back. “Your jacket is on my lap and your hand is obviously movingright there.”
“Do you want me to stop?” he purrs.
“Fuckno.”
And I mean that. I definitely do not want him to stop. In fact, I’m pretty fucking surprised that we’re here in this situation. I thought after a couple weeks ago when we finally hooked up thathe’d never want to do it again. And sure, he spent a day or two mired in an unnecessary pit of self-loathing, but it only lasted as long as it took for the announcement to hit the local news that the search for Eric Donovan had been called off at Humboldt Lake. I’m not entirely sure if he thought it was a good thing or a bad thing, but it was enough of an excuse for us to fuck on the kitchen counter of his house.
And then Rowan called to ask if we’d come to the opening of his new restaurant. We said yes, and after I modeled a few cute potential dresses from the closet in poor ol’ neglected Dorothy, we gave the creepy corn people of the Prairie Princess Campground a fun soundtrack as I blew him on my RV bed and he screamed my name. And now here we are. On a plane. Heading to Boston. With Fionn’s fingers knuckles-deep in my pussy.
He adds his thumb to my clit and I nearly erupt from my seat.
