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  Running her hands into her hair Flick knew she could use a shower but the water hadn’t turned on in the bathroom yet, so whatever he was doing in there she wouldn’t want to disturb him. Lying on the bed Flick wondered if she should try to arrange herself seductively, or if he would just tease her for that.

  Rushe needed no encouragement, and he didn’t need her to spell anything out for him. If he wanted sex he’d ask for it straight out, and if he didn’t he’d ignore her no matter how she chose to arrange herself.

  Still in the middle of the bed when the bathroom door opened, Flick saw he’d had the same thought, or if not the same one then he was prepared to accept her idea. For Rushe stood there as naked as she was, holding himself in hand, condom already on.

  Without a word Rushe came to the bedside and curled his fingers around her head into her hair. Guiding her toward him Rushe pushed his penis into her mouth and Flick relished this new sensation of the taste of latex on his solid offering.

  This was a new skill for her, and as nice as it was to have his dick pumping in and out of her again, Flick decided she preferred him rubber-less. But while his hips moved back and forth and his hand guided her action she’d keep him happy. Letting her eyes move upward Flick watched him watch her. Rushe surged far into her mouth and paused letting her feel the stretch in her throat, the burn of her held breath, the power he had over her, life or death, pleasure or pain.

  In one motion he slid out, and she gasped in a breath, but his eyes remained on her. Something was different. She couldn’t quite fathom it, but he was... looking for something in her, searching for something. But Flick didn’t know what it was, or how to give it to him.

  ‘Sit on the edge of the bed,’ he said, and she did as she was told.

  He got his knees between hers and urged her legs apart until her thighs burned. But she stayed perched on the edge. Rushe took a handful of her hair and pulled her head back forcing her to sit up straight and look right at him.

  ‘You’re gonna use your tits to pleasure me, understand?’ Flick didn’t know what to say but nodded, except he increased his hold on her hair. ‘Now.’

  Flick had never done this before, and as Rushe leaned closer she felt him in her cleavage, sliding in close. She couldn’t see because of the angle, but with her hands Flick pushed her breasts together around him. Mimicking much of the moves he had used in the shack, she rolled her breasts up and down around his member.

  ‘Tighter,’ he demanded, and she recalled how his fingers had bitten into her when he’d done this himself. ‘Yeah,’ he sneered, and taking one of her nipples in his fingers he squeezed and pulled her. ‘Keep going.’

  With the hand that was in her hair Rushe pulled her up sharply, and at her gasp his gaze only darkened. He’d forced her closer to him, thus her breasts consumed every part of him, balls and all.

  ‘This is what every guy wants,’ Rushe said without moving his lips while looking her straight in the eye. ‘That cop, guys in the street, at the store, every man who looks at you wants his dick right where mine is, fucking your jugs.’ The pinch on her breasts increased. ‘Your tits make you a slut, every man wants to fuck your titties, Kitten.’

  Releasing her hair, Rushe tossed her backward making her bounce back onto the bed. But then he was over her, inside her, right up to the hilt.

  ‘You missed this,’ he said, licking the side of her neck. ‘You missed my fat cock in you.’ Rushe stayed in her, but he didn’t move. After a long pause, he pushed away and took her legs higher forcing her knees into her shoulders. Only after Rushe leaned back did he begin to slide in and out of her. Something in the way that he watched the motion of himself move in and out of her was almost... wondrous. Then as quickly as it started, it was over. Rushe was out of her, off the bed, standing there with his back to her.

  Flick found herself at a loss. He hadn’t climaxed and neither had she. ‘Rushe, what’s—‘

  ‘Quiet!’

  Driving his fingers through his hair Rushe spun to face her, and the blackness in his eyes, the clouds that gathered around him, that intensity... All of him was feral, black, devoid of any humanity. His snarl made Flick’s mouth dry and her body tense, and for the first time she wasn’t sure what he was capable of.

  ‘Give me your ass.’

  ‘Rushe.’

  ‘Now!’

  Flick turned and closed her eyes, hoping her tension didn’t carry to him. She stayed on the bed, but did as told presenting herself on all fours. Initially nothing happened, so she tried to relax her breathing in anticipation for whatever might come next because she knew Rushe moved silently, and she was right.

  His finger speared her vagina and was followed by another. They stilled for a few seconds then he wiggled them inside her, curling them into the cushion of her g-spot. With a groan, Flick pushed back against his caress. This was like nothing she’d experienced, the automatic desire to writhe against his gift. But Rushe smacked her ass harder than he ever had, and her eyes popped open. Then his fingers were gone. He touched her anus, which caused another automatic desire to seize Flick – a desire for retreat.

  ‘Any man been up here,’ he asked. ‘Don’t have any lube, could be painful for you, Kitten. Maybe we just use this?’

  Sticking his fingers into her again, he wormed them around as if gathering her juices. ‘Rushe—’

  He spanked her again. ‘I didn’t tell you to talk. I need your permission for anything I’ll let you know.’

  Again his fingers came out of her and drew their way around to her rear opening. But as Flick wondered what to do, or how she felt about what he might do, his solid urgency spiked into her pussy, and she cried out.

  Bracing in fear of the presumed invasion Flick’s hands leapt from the bed and she came half up, grasping for his hand that lingered on her hip. Maybe she’d expected him to be brutal with her other opening, and so the surprise of his intrusion on her vagina took her a moment to adjust to.

  ‘Consent,’ he murmured, and Flick sobbed out a laugh. ‘I like it in here Flick... I like it too much. I thought if I could treat you... if I could disrespect you, this... it would all be another day at the office... but I like it too much.’

  She’d never heard him sound so innocent. He spoke like a little boy confessing a terrible crime. Without thinking, Flick did something for the very first time. She bowed away making him slide out of her body. But Flick kept Rushe’s hand and led him around from the end to the head of the bed.

  ‘Sit,’ she said and he did as he was told.

  Then keeping their eyes locked Flick skimmed her leg over his thighs and took him into her body, all of him, every delicious inch of him, until her clit pressed to his groin. Wriggling herself forward Flick took her hands from his shoulders to the back of his head into his hair, and still with their eyes open she brought their mouths together.

  The kiss was slow, and she thought of the parallel with the kiss Rushe had bestowed on her during their first time, when he’d first entered her. Back then his goal had been to relax her enough so that he could penetrate with greater ease. But, this was the slide of warm, familiar tongues that had long since craved each other. With a hunger that she didn’t want their mouths to conquer, Flick let her knees push up and then give, up and down, letting their mouths mate as their bodies mimicked the action.

  Feeling the solid, quaking length of him inside her always overwhelmed Flick. But when his hands gently touched her hips then moved away, and came back again, she realised he wasn’t sure what to do with himself. Rushe’s mouth was usually for dirty talk, but now she kept it occupied with hers. His hands were used for pleasure and domination, but Flick was in control this time around, and pleasure was being taken care of.

  Deliberately pushing her clit against him, Flick drew down steadily letting the scratch of his hair stimulate her, while simultaneously coating her juices over him, more liquid on him, all over him. Flick wanted Rushe to know how this made her feel, how this intensity didn’t fade with
out the words, or without the actions. This was what she needed, their simple joining, him inside her; Rushe did it for her even when he didn’t know what to do.

  Taking her hands from around his head, Flick let them trail down his chest to find his hands. When she linked their fingers, he didn’t flinch, in fact he reciprocated. Flick tried to take his hands to her breasts to let him know that it was ok to touch her. Rushe took the offering but kept their fingers interlocked causing her to caress her breasts with him.

  When she smiled on his lips his actions stopped, and Flick wondered if he would berate her for not taking things seriously – but he didn’t. On freeing his hands Rushe took her into his arms and kissed her again, deeper, but just as gently. Pressing her body into his Rushe lifted her slightly and laid Flick down on her back on the bed, keeping himself in her, and when he pushed all the way in he broke their kiss to look down at her, into her.

  Brushing her hands onto his face Flick didn’t hide her smile, and Rushe’s expression relaxed, the anger wasn’t there now it was a... determination that took its place. Sliding out of her he slithered back in, the rhythm positively sluggish compared to how they’d joined in the past.

  Tilting her hips Flick took him deeper, and when the claws of climax came upon her she tipped her chin back. But Rushe framed her face and kept their eyes connected through every shudder of her peak, and every after-shock.

  When her body had taken from his, he took right back, but this wasn’t his typical roar and thump. With this motion, Rushe filled her so completely that Flick tipped over the edge again. Like their very first union when she wasn’t sure if she could accommodate him, Flick was conquered, this time in more than just the physical.

  Rushe didn’t pull out, he didn’t turn his back on her, and he didn’t slam out of the room. He pressed his mouth to hers, then lifted them off the bed together, still intimately merged, and carried her through to the shower where they did it all over again.

  ‘Kitten, I’m leaving... ok?’

  Flick yawned and turned onto her back to see that Rushe was sitting on the edge of the bed with his arm over her body supporting his weight, while his other hand soothed her hair away from her face.

  ‘What time is it?’

  ‘It doesn’t matter,’ he said. ‘I need you to listen to me. Are you listening? This is important.’

  ‘I’m listening,’ she said, draping her arms over his thighs and curling herself closer.

  ‘It doesn’t seem like you’re listening.’

  ‘That’s because I’m near your penis and you’re not listening.’

  ‘Fair enough,’ he said, putting up no argument.

  Flick fumbled one palm to the thickening member emerging in his jeans. ‘He’s listening.’

  ‘He doesn’t need to listen. You need to listen.’ Rushe took her hand into his to remove it from his groin. ‘There’s a gun in the duffel, and a knife in the second drawer, you hear me? The second drawer, not the top one.’

  ‘Mm hmm.’

  ‘Kitten,’ he said. ‘I’ll haul you out of bed if I have to.’

  ‘No,’ Flick said, sliding down until her cheek met his knee. ‘See how close my mouth is to him? Why don’t you just stay here with me... and my mouth?’

  Snatching hold of her arms, Rushe did as he’d threatened, and heaved her out of bed to pin her to the wall. ‘Do you see how quickly things can change?’ he growled. ‘You better take this seriously, or I swear to god...’

  Flick yawned and with the back of her forearm skimmed her hair back over her forehead. ‘Ok, I’m listening. Gun in duffel, knife in second drawer, I heard you.’

  ‘Good.’

  Sure Rushe was about to turn away, Flick grasped for his shoulders. ‘Who’s coming in here that I have to shoot?’

  ‘Hopefully no one,’ he said. ‘But I don’t want to leave you unprepared. I’m gonna use the cuffs, so you won’t—‘

  ‘You’re going to cuff me?’ she sagged. ‘Where am I going to go? You’ve said it yourself that you can’t get rid of me. I want more dynamite sex. I’m not going to run out on you. You’re not that lucky.’

  ‘I’m not taking any risks.’

  ‘Then take me with you,’ she said. ‘I don’t like being... in this... without you.’

  ‘You’re not in this without me,’ he said. ‘If you get scared...’

  ‘If I get scared what?’ she asked. ‘I can’t trust anyone. If I don’t know where I am, how do I know I’m not running into danger instead of away from it?’

  ‘There’s money in the duffel,’ Rushe said. ‘If I’m not back by daybreak I want you to get to your father’s, ok? Surround yourself with people, never go anywhere alone.’

  ‘Ever again in my whole life? I don’t like this, Rushe. Take me with you.’

  ‘I should’ve left you sleeping,’ he grumbled.

  ‘I’ll be good, I promise, I’ll follow instructions. I’ll do everything you tell me, stay in the car, everything, anything you say.’

  ‘You’re not dressed. I don’t have time to—‘

  ‘I’ll be fast.’

  Nudging him to release her weight, Rushe lowered Flick back onto her feet. Rounding him she darted toward the end of the bed, then her insides objected. Flick sucked in a breath and dropped to the corner of the mattress.

  ‘What?’ he asked, poised beside her.

  Pushing a hand to her pubis Flick smiled through a wince. ‘That was a sex marathon.’

  He growled and straightened. ‘If you’re in pain, why are you smiling?’

  Flick stood and ran her hand down his tee-shirt. ‘This is good pain, Lover; pain that reminds me of just how much you want me.’

  Rushe grabbed her ass and hauled her body to his. She let herself fall against him, her arms getting trapped against his chest.

  ‘You forget you’re naked,’ he muttered.

  This was something else now; something had changed because Flick would swear he was more interested in kissing her than fucking her right now. But Flick was glad she had taught him the virtue of sharing a kiss. Rushe had always been good at the act, but he’d been stingy in bestowing them, until now.

  With no interested spectators around here she and Rushe didn’t have to worry about rules or chain of command. Here they didn’t have to worry about who saw them. They didn’t have to worry about who knew that they might care for each other. No one knew who they were, or that they could each be used as collateral against the other. So they were free to relax, to be themselves, to enjoy each other openly.

  No matter how he might object to it now, or in future, she’d seen something in Rushe since they left that house. After their conversation in the car she’d got in, just a little crack had formed. Coupling that with what had happened in this room tonight Flick had wedged that fissure open, and she saw what he was, or what he could be. The goodness in him that she’d always known was there had been hidden behind a barrier. A layer Rushe built to protect himself, and to protect her, against the evil that circulated around them.

  But here there was none of that. He was a man and she was a woman and they had trust – he’d ignored his own advice.

  If they found themselves back in that arena, Flick knew he’d be harder, that the protection he put in place to keep them at arm’s length from each other would return. The bad guys had to think that Rushe didn’t care for her or they’d use her as a weapon. Now she realised how deep that ran, what a depth of responsibility he felt. While he’d never had anyone in his life to rely on, he took the job of her welfare very seriously. Rushe wanted to be strong enough, good enough, for her to rely on, even if he didn’t think himself capable.

  Rushe might trust her as she trusted him, but he didn’t trust himself.

  The kiss was important and it was so all consuming that Flick’s rational thoughts got jumbled. His fingers circled around her opening then up to push her clit. Her sandwiched arms rotated to take his tee-shirt in her fists. With a twist and a pull she got him off-balance e
nough to land her on the bed with him on top. When his weight landed on hers the sheer solid mass made Flick want to cower in the safe cocoon of him for the rest of time.

  ‘Kitten,’ he said, turning his head to break their kiss, but she kept hold of his tee-shirt and wrapped her legs around each of his thighs.

  The track of his erection got her at just the right angle, and she tipped her hips to wriggle closer. Rushe clamoured with her hands, and managed to get them out of his tee-shirt, but when he planted them on the bed she linked her fingers between his.

  ‘Kitten, I don’t have time,’ he said, as she tried to kiss him again.

  ‘Please,’ she murmured. Nipping at his jaw Flick closed her knees on his ass, keeping her feet hooked between his thighs, and increasing her rubbing on the ridge behind his fly. ‘I’ll beg, Rushe; do you want me to beg?’

  ‘You’re gonna come all over my jeans,’ he said. ‘I’m meeting a serious guy.’

  ‘You like it when I come all over you,’ she said, licking the stubble on his chin.

  ‘If I fuck you—no, no, I don’t have time. Stop.’

  ‘Are you refusing me?’ she asked, kissing him again.

  This time his lips responded, but she wasn’t sure what they were trying to do. So, Flick let her head fall to the bed to ensure that she could follow his lead.

  Then her whole body stiffened, causing concern to grip him. ‘What?’

  Flick’s hands came up toward his face, but paused. ‘You smiled at me,’ she whispered, sure that feeling of his lips, the fleeting look she’d seen on his face before she froze and worried him was...

  ‘What? No I didn’t.’

  Her expression relaxed, and a smile seeped onto her own lips. ‘Rushe,’ she exhaled, more gratified by that brief glimmer than she would have been if he’d presented her with a diamond ring.

  ‘No I didn’t, stop messing around.’

  Rushe’s cantankerous reaction was all the confirmation Flick needed. But she wouldn’t tease him, because she didn’t want to discourage him. If she chased his smile away too far it might never come back. But it was so warming to know that she’d caused... or at least been a part of a moment of happiness in his life no matter how fleeting.