She opened her mouth and he slid his tongue inside. Some things never got old. Kissing this woman topped the list. Her hand fisted in the T-shirt Finn had given him to wear, dragging him closer, trying to pull him on top of her. From low in her throat came the noise again. Every drop of blood in him rushed straight to his dick. His brain keeled over dead, gave up entirely. Well, mostly.
“Ros, you’re hurt,” he moaned, resisting the urge to get a leg up and join her on the pissy little bed.
“So be gentle. Just be inside me.”
Shit.
What could he say?
His balls felt fucking tortured. The dreamy, needy expression on her face killed him. Her lovely wet lips and sharp little teeth kissed and bit him equally. A hungry woman and he had to hold back. His hungry woman. How fucking unfair.
“Nicky. Life is too short to hesitate. I think we’ve both seen this by now.”
Getting enough of her mouth was out of the question. But when he stopped to think about it, there was something he hadn’t gotten around to giving her yet. And life could be over in an instant. Pete had come damn close to putting a bullet in him.
“You have to keep perfectly still,” he said. “I don’t want you jarring your shoulder and re-opening that wound.”
“I’ll be on my best behavior.”
God help him.
Nick re-checked the room, making sure they were alone. Then he drew her pyjama pants down her long legs. Roslyn bare took his breath away. The curls on her mound and the curves of her soft thighs blew his mind. He could smell her, hot and rich and ready. Nothing smelled as good as this woman’s sex. He’d never been nuts over a woman’s vagina before, but Ros’s stayed on his mind day and night. Everything about her did.
No part of her didn’t deserve to be worshipped.
“What are you going to do?” she asked, ever curious.
“Spread your legs for me, then stay still,” he repeated, climbing up onto the bed. It wouldn’t be the most comfortable of positions, but never mind. He had his priorities right. He crouched at the end of the mattress and slipped his hands beneath the cheeks of her ass. First he kissed her belly, her hips and thighs. She had the softest, most satiny skin.
Fingers slid into his hair, rubbing at his scalp. He stopped.
“What did I say?” he asked.
“Hmm?” Her eyes blinked lazily open.
“What did I tell you to do, Ros?”
The hand stilled. “To stay still?”
He raised a brow.
“Seriously? I’m not even allowed to touch you?”
“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 fucking gorgeous and pink. “And because you want to.”
She huffed and he licked up through her pussy 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 hips 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 climax. 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 pussy fluttered against his tongue as he fucked her with it. Groans echoed through the concrete cell.
“Nick, please,” she whimpered.
He rubbed at her clit with his tongue, sucked hard at her spread-open sex. Never had he seen a woman so fucking 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 pussy 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 cock to her and pushed in. No one else felt like this, impossibly slick and incredibly hot. How the fuck 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 fucked 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 pussy 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 cock and his cock answered solely to her.
“Faster,” she said. Faster he went.
The corner of her lip curled up in a snarl and her hips 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 clit 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 pussy 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 fucking 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 breasts 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 cock 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.”
Fuck. So could he.
A bucket of water and some washcloths had been left care of her friend Lila. There wouldn’t be any dallying over the task today, however. He could still hear voices outside.
He wet the cloth and smoothed it over her face and neck. Lifted up her tank top and tried not to linger over her breasts. God, he hated seeing that bandage on her. It didn’t look like there’d been any fresh bleeding, thankfully. He kissed the bruising better and washed her gorgeous tits and stomach, the sticky mess they’d made between her legs. Going gently there, since her pussy was still swollen. In an ideal world, Roslyn would always look exactly like this, wet and well loved. But definitely without the bandages.
“You’re covered in my come,” he said, just because he liked the sound of it. The view was distinctly good. If only he had a camera.
She stared at the ceiling, her teeth sunk into her bottom lip.