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Nobody's Girl - Chapter Nine.

Another week, another chapter, besties! Thank you all so much for your love for this story. It really means so much to me :)

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight

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Words - 3,869

Warnings - Adult content throughout, minors DNI!

The high of it rushed over him, swathed him in its warm tingles, senses soothed from all that had led up the moment there with her. Laying worship upon her body with every press of his lips, hands praising in stroke, she was like opium pouring warm over a persistent ache. Her arousal lapped at her like a gentle influx of water soaking a shoreline, fingers tangling into the soft black of his hair, jolting as sweet affection made way for the razor edge of his lust, teeth nipping at her hip.  

His mouth trailed lazy licks to swirl over her skin, lips pressing against the soft, neatly trimmed blonde curls at her apex, until those licks dipped low and pressed firm. Honeyed throbs of pleasure swelled, his tongue rolling slow, hands stroking blazes up and down her thighs, her pretty little moans adding further sound to the noise of his mouth moving keenly over her slick.  

Velvet heat rubbed greedily through her folds, bringing focus to her clit, shouldering her thighs to drop parted again when they closed in on him, his elbows pressing down to keep her spread while he held her hips still. She arched, humming a seraphim’s sonnet, the tingle of her arousal glimmering through her core, the silky nectar of such beginning to run dewy onto his tongue, evoking a baritone rumble from somewhere deep in his chest.  

He panted against her, cock rapidly swelling, fingers digging crescents onto her hips as his eyes found hers over the rise of her heaving tits, winking, sucking her bud until she cried out over and over. It pulled full bodied trembles from her, shaking like she’d been plunged into glacial waters, his mouth locked tight as he sucked harder. 

The crest ploughed hot through her veins, his hands running over her, two fingers pressing into her mouth, depressing her tongue as she sucked them, Luca keeping her jaw in a tight grasp as he moved to kneel before her, cock snagging her opening, a hard push daggering into her deeply. There was no containment, each thrust him carving out room inside of her, filling her wholly, making her whine in bliss around the suck upon his fingers. Emptying her mouth, his hand curled to her throat, pushing her into the bed beneath his grasp, smiling at the grey fire that flickered in her seductive stare.  

“Like it when I hold you down, don’t you, bella donna?”  

“Ah, ah fuck, yes!” she cried out, hands smoothing down his arms in a torrid glide as he drove her hard into the bed. “I want you deeper in me, please, please!”  

Hauling her hips up, he shunted his thighs beneath them, cock arrowing to her very depths. “Better?”  

“Oh my god, yes it is!” she wailed, watching him grin before he leaned to kiss her with wild heat, hand once again moving to grasp her throat as they moved against one another with wild friction. Her cries began to louden, drifting through the top floor of the house, reaching the ears of a woman walking up the stairs on her way to the bathroom. Filomena winced, hoping they would be finished soon, but knowing from personal experience they likely wouldn’t be.  

She paused at the bathroom door, rethinking her desire to soak in the tub before dinner if the those were the kind of sounds that would continue reaching her ears, sadness and jealousy colliding as she heard the beautiful young woman enjoying all that she still coveted. She missed him, no matter how terrible a husband he’d been to her with his infidelity, and there he was, having a great time, balls deep in his new girlfriend.  

The bath could wait.  

While she walked away with hurt prickling her chest, Emily was experiencing the surge of pin pricks skittering up her spine, her lover’s hand fisted hard in her hair as he held her head back, pounding her esuriently from behind. Her walls radiated heat, Luca slowing, his lust blown eyes drawn to the sight of her twitching around him, hand landing in a hard spank on her ass.  

The noise it pulled from her made him repeat it again in an instant, his thoughts thickened, heart hammering, her moans lower, primal, his insides throbbing in response. The grasp woven tight in her hair slackened, his hand sliding to cup beneath her jaw, pulling her up until her back was against his chest, knees pivoting them slightly to the left.  

“There,” he rasped, mouth planting hot, open-mouthed kisses across the column of her throat, watching her eyes find their reflection in the huge mirror located in the corner. “Now you can see what I do, how goddamned beautiful you look while you’re gettin’ fucked, amore.”  

Those words sizzled over her marrow, her hand reaching to grasp the back of his head, turning to meet his mouth in a fever-hot kiss, his groan like summer thunder rumbling a darkened sky. Their bodies moved in perfect sync, everything winding tight, Emily fixated on the mirror glass, the visual of seeing herself being sexually domineered so thoroughly only adding to the scalding pleasure.  

The sound of his cock daggering into her soaking plush sounded lewdly, their moans culminative, sweet nirvana pulling them both into its abyss. Afterwards, they lay happily entwined, his leg draped over her hips as he stroked the path of her cleavage with a fingertip, her hand idly trailing over the dark hair upon his thigh.  

“I wish we could stay up here, avoid the rumbling storm downstairs,” he spoke quietly, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.  

She turned, a small dent of confusion dimpling her forehead. “What I saw from the window didn’t look like bad weather?”  

“It wasn’t,” he confessed, sighing. “It’ll likely be on the way again, though. She told me that she wanted us to try again, and that I should send you packin’.” He waited for her to react with trepidation, maybe even concern, especially after the events of that day and how shaken she’d been left by them for a time, but it didn’t happen.  

“I’m going nowhere.” What they had just shared upon the bed cemented that for her more than any other words he could have spoken.  

“I know, cara mia.” Another kiss was placed upon her shoulder, his hand moving to lavish at the side of her neck. “I told her that, too.” 

“Do you think she really means it, or is it more a case of her playing some kind of game because I’m here, and she has to witness that?” 

He thought for a moment, stuck between the knowledge her usual form and the sincerity he’d seen in her eyes when she’d revealed her desire for reconciliation. “I think that she believes it’s what she wants. How bona fide that is, I don’t know.” He pulled her close, lips meeting hers. “Don’t care, either.”  

They basked a little longer before moving to dress, going downstairs to find his children all sitting at the large dining table on the back porch, being entertained by Greta performing simple little magic tricks for them. It was how she’d met Angelo, being a magician’s assistant, hired for a party he was at with his family back when they were both in their late teens.  

“You lookin’ forward to tomorrow, boys?” Luca asked, his question directed at Jack and Harry, Angelo and Greta’s nineteen and seventeen-year-old sons.  

“Yeah, uncle Luca,” Jack replied, beaming with enthusiasm. “I get to use a real gun for once, it’s gonna be swell!” 

Angelo had raised his boys exactly as he was with his; not to turn out to be wiseguys. Being kids of poor Italian immigrants, it had been a natural progression for him and his cousin, with very little in the way of genuine prospects. The money they made meant their kids didn’t have to choose that path, not unless they truly, truly wanted to. They’d been sent to the best schools in New York, Angelo’s boys were in college, too. It was definitely a more favourable climate than what they’d grown up in. 

“Please can I come too, pop?” Guiseppe asked, his big, hazel eyes full of hope that a shake of his father’s head dashed in an instant. 

“No, boy. You’re too little still for handling a shotgun. Maybe next year, alright?” 

He huffed, folding his arms while kicking his feet in annoyance beneath the table. “I guess.” 

“Your dad is right, son. Leave it a little while longer.” Filomena spoke, sequestered at the other end of the table. With a martini within her clutches, mouth set to slightly puckered, Luca looked at her in assessment for only a second, noting that she looked more sad than bitter. Throughout the dinner, he did attempt to engage her in conversation a few times, Angelo and Greta, too, but she only really spoke at any length to her children.  

In her quietness, she observed, watching the way her husband interacted with his new love. Luca was never overstated when it came to publicly displayed affection, and still wasn’t, but Filomena noticed a difference in him for certain.  

While he and Angelo spoke of what trail they would take with Robert, the local guide coming to collect them at 5am the following morning for a day of buck hunting, his eyes might have been on his cousin, but his hand rested to Emily’s wrist, fingers gently circling while she and Greta chatted between themselves. A while later, he had her feet pulled onto his lap, idly stroking her from ankle to toe, looking at her with pride as she enthused over the works of Walt Whitman to Angelo, who remained unconvinced, not being much of a reader.  

Emily was everything she wasn’t, and how sorely she resented the lovely young woman for it. It was made even harder by the fact that truly, there was nothing to hate. She was sweet and kind, involving the children in the conversation, Guiseppe and Alessio seeming to take to her very naturally. Her only triumph was that Milania remained indifferent towards her love rival.  

Getting up from the table, she lifted Alessio into her arms, a little wobbly on her feet.  

“Get off, I’m fine,” she snapped when Greta put a hand out, helping steady her. “I can carry my son to bed without any help. C’mon, Guiseppe. You too.”  

“But mom! That ain’t fair. I bet Milania gets to stay up,” he whined, earning an eyebrow raise from his father. 

“She’s older, when you’re fourteen you can stay up past nine, too. Go on, go with your mom,” Luca advised, the boy huffing before he rose, saying goodnight to everyone. Finishing his drink, he looked over to his daughter, noticing the look of worry she wore in her eyes, eyes identical to his as she watched her mother enter the house, chewing her lip a little. “What’s with that face, tesoro?”  

The girl sighed, looking conflicted as she fiddled with a loose thread on the sleeve of her dress. “Can I speak with you privately, daddy?” 

His forehead creased with concern, nodding as he stood up. “Of course. C’mon.” Holding his hand out, he waited for her, Milania grasping it tightly as he led her back into the house, walking through to the deserted kitchen and switching the light on. “Now, tell me what the matter is.” 

Sighing, she let her shoulders drop, folding her arms. “It’s mommy. I’m worried about her. Ever since you told her about Emily, she’s been acting funny. Not ha, ha funny, but strange. Like she’s sad. The doctor gave her some pills and she was better for a little while, but she’s drinking a lot, too. Like, I know adults like a drink and there’s nothing wrong with that, but I saw her drinking neat gin the other morning. She lied and said it was a glass of water, but I smelled the glass afterward. Wasn’t water.”  

He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a long, deep breath through his nose. “She just needs time to get used to it, honey. She’ll be fine, you’ll see.”  

“I think she wants you to come home. Says she misses you all the time,” she confessed, her eyes pleading. “Won’t you ever come back?”  

He shook his head. “No, sweetheart. That door closed a long time ago. I wasn’t the best husband to your mom, you’re old enough now to know that. You three kids were the best things to ever happen to us, but us together, we weren’t a good fit.”  

Milania snorted softly, rolling her eyes. “And I suppose Emily is?” 

Oh, that attitude. She was a teenage him in female form. “Hey, you cut that out. Emily ain’t done nothin’ bad to you, or anybody else. And yeah, she is a good fit. You should try and get to know her a little, you know.” 

“Don’t wanna.” 

He couldn’t force it, he supposed. “All in your own time, I guess. Listen, you keep an eye on mommy for me, though, right? If she gets worse with the hooch, you let me know first.”  

She nodded, moving to hug him. “I will, I promise.” 

“Good.” He kissed her hair, stroking her forehead as she pressed herself against him tightly.  

“Love you, daddy. I miss you, too. Wish I got to see you more often.” 

A little sharp tug pulled in his chest. “Love you too, cuore mio. And Brooklyn ain’t the moon, you know. You wanna see me more? Just call and I’ll send a car. Come by whenever you like, you hear?” 

She nodded, smiling up at him, receiving a kiss to the forehead. “I will.”  

Milania headed up to bed, Luca going back outside, noticing Emily’s questioning look. “I’ll tell ya later, doll.” 

He did when they’d turned in for the night, stroking her arm as her hand lay in idle press against his chest, seeing the understanding in her eyes. Of course, this would strike a chord with her. “If it is a problem, then she certainly hides it better than Bertha ever did,” she began, referencing her mother. “She couldn’t even stand up half the time, just lying there on her chaise, wallowing in self-pity and rum. Maybe it’s just a few nips here and there to ease her sadness?” 

“That’s what I was thinkin’, too,” he spoke, “but either way, I told Milania to keep an eye on her. Not that a fuckin’ fourteen-year-old kid should have to, but there ain’t anybody else.”  

“Has she always liked the drink?” 

He shook his head, remembering how it was usually her having to put him to bed if he was in a state, back when he did used to drink a lot in his wilder, younger days. “Nah. She barely touched it the entire time we were married, except wine with dinner and the like. That’s why I gotta little spark of concern, y’know? Don’t want the broad plastered outta her head while she’s meant to be takin’ care of my kids.” 

Kissing his shoulder, she cuddled into him closer. “We have all weekend with her, too. I’ll keep a discreet eye on her, see if I can tell the signs. Back when my mother was still trying to hide it, I learned to read her like a book. I’m sure she’ll be fine, though. One thing I can tell very evidently about Filomena is how much she loves those children. I doubt she’d ever get in the kind of state where she couldn’t take care of them adequately.”  

Luca could only hope she was right. He rolled onto his side, wrapping an arm around her, extra thankful for the fact the woman he loved was so simple and uncomplicated. He rose at 4:30am the following morning, washing and dressing, laying a kiss to her head as she slept, he and Angelo eating a quick breakfast and filling up on coffee before they were escorted out by Robert in search of anything with antlers.  

Emily woke up at 8am, a small hand shaking her.  

“Emily, can you come? Mommy is still asleep, and she locked the door.”  

Coming around more, she rubbed her eyes and yawned, nodding while climbing out from beneath the covers, picking up Alessio. “Sure, I can. Come on, little guy.” 

Walking right to the other end of the house, Guiseppe and Milania were also still in their nightclothes, the latter viewing her with the same mild contempt as she had since they’d met the day before, Emily placing the youngest of them down and reaching to knock the door.  

“Filomena, you awake yet?” Nothing. Holding her ear against the smooth, white painted wood, she listened carefully, relieved to hear the sound of her snoring. Turning back to the children, she fixed a big smile on her face. “I think your mommy is tired and enjoying a lie in. Tell you what, if you guys can go and get yourselves ready, I’ll go and sort you out some eggs. How’s that?” 

“We have a chef for that,” Milania pouted, folding her arms while lifting her chin defiantly.  

Emily took it completely in her stride. “Alright, then I can tell the chef what you’d like, and meet you downstairs?”  

“We can tell him ourselves, god! We’re not imbeciles!” Off she huffed down the hall, Emily sighing. Guiseppe looked on at her with an apologetic smile, reaching for his brother. 

“I’ll help the tyke here, make sure he brushes his teeth and all that. And can I have my eggs scrambled? Alessio likes ‘em soft boiled.”  

At least two out of three children weren’t so hostile. “Of course, you can. See you downstairs.”  

Once washed, her curls pinned up save a few free strands framing her face, eyes darkened with kohl and an outfit of her wide legged slacks, a white blouse and deep green cardigan were chosen, she went downstairs, finding Greta positioned in the dining room with a cigarette and a coffee, reading the newspaper.  

“Love those pants, dolly,” she began, giving her an appreciative sweep with her eyes. “Didn’t know Chanel did ‘em in kid's sizes.” 

Oh, her beloved Greta. She was such a tease. Reversing back from where she’d entered the kitchen, Emily raised a single, well-groomed eyebrow. “Less of the attitude towards my little legs, huh? But yeah, Luca’s cousin took them up for me since they were touching the floor.”  

“Vincenzo is a master with a needle and thread, I’ll say,” she spoke of the man who made the custom-tailored suits for her husband as well as Luca. “Are we the only ones up?” 

“The kids are getting ready,” Emily replied after a few moments, coming back in and handing her a bowl containing the other half of the grapefruit she’d just sliced for herself, the chef otherwise engaged in organising the pantry. “Filomena is still sleeping off the martinis, though. I didn’t say that part in front of the kids, so keep it under your hat.” 

Her eyes widened, leaning in across the table. “Well, yeah. I nearly followed her up the stairs last night, just in case she dropped the little one.” Picking up the coffee pot, she poured out a cup, pushing it across the table. “We all like a good drink now and again, but she seemed a little messy.”  

“I don’t mean to judge, but it turns out it’s been happening a lot.” Keeping her voice low, Emily revealed all, Greta cocking her head with ever widening eyes as she learned of the latest.  

“Well, I’ll be damned,” she exclaimed softly, lighting herself another cigarette, offering one across the table that was accepted with thanks. “And to think the woman barely drank for so long, too. Wine with a meal and a cocktail here and there, as far as I remember.” 

Her ascertain was confirmed with rapid nodding. “Yes, Luca said exactly the same thing!”  

“What did my daddy say?” Milania asked upon entering the room, fixing her icy stare right at Emily.  

“Nothing important, sweetie. Are your brothers on their way?” 

“They are, and I’m not your sweetie either.”  

“Hey!” Greta pointed, Milania jumping a little. She’d thought her sass would go unreprimanded, with neither of her parents around. “Now you remember your manners, you hear? Don’t think you’re too big not to get your ear clipped. Show some respect, young lady.”  

“You’re not my mother,” she sneered, turning to Emily, “and neither are you.” 

“No, we aren’t, but if you carry on, your father will hear all about you and your smart yap, missy. I’d button it if I were you,” Greta warned, Milania rising from the table with a huff, flouncing towards the back doors and heading outside. “Kids, eh? All full of hormones, especially at her age.” 

“Yeah, and resentment because in her mind, me being in her father’s life is causing her mother to behave the way that she is.” It was only Saturday and already, Emily wished for nothing more than to hightail it back to Brooklyn, after what had already come to the surface so far. “She’s too young to get it, that they were broken long before I came along. She likely wouldn’t hear of it being mostly her father’s fault either, since she idolises him so very much.”  

Greta sat and marvelled, thinking to herself how Emily might have been quite soft and naive in a lot of respects, but god, she had a very strong root tethering her to reality. She made no excuses for the truth of the matter concerning the man she loved, which was a rarity, especially in a relationship only sixth months into its tenure.  

“She’ll come around in time. The more she sees how happy you make her dad, and when her mother pulls herself out of this little blip. It’ll all be okay, dolly. I’m certain. Now, what are we doing today? I thought we could take the car and head into town? There are some beautiful, quaint little stores in Linlithgow we could venture down to?” 

Emily smiled, liking that idea. “Yes, that’d be nice. Let’s get breakfast out of the way and wait for Filomena to rise, and we can head out.”  

That rising was another half hour from then, the women having successfully drank a pot of coffee between them and also been talked into a round of eggs Benedict each by Hubert, the chef. Walking into the dining room, Filomena acknowledged them with only a nod, heading through to the kitchen.  

“Hubert, can I get some bacon and my usual eggs, plus a bloody Mary?” She hung around by the kitchen doors until being furnished with her drink, taking it and glugging back a mouthful before leaving the room without word. Greta leaned as far as she could in her seat to see through the open doors into the lounge, witnessing the concerning sight of her topping off the drink with yet more vodka.  

Turning to Emily, she made a drink motion with her hand. “Yeah, I think the kid is right. Her ma has a problem.”  

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Nobody's Girl - Chapter Nine.

Another week, another chapter, besties! Thank you all so much for your love for this story. It really means so much to me :)

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight

Taglist - In the comments, please DM to be added/removed

Words - 3,869

Warnings - Adult content throughout, minors DNI!

The high of it rushed over him, swathed him in its warm tingles, senses soothed from all that had led up the moment there with her. Laying worship upon her body with every press of his lips, hands praising in stroke, she was like opium pouring warm over a persistent ache. Her arousal lapped at her like a gentle influx of water soaking a shoreline, fingers tangling into the soft black of his hair, jolting as sweet affection made way for the razor edge of his lust, teeth nipping at her hip.  

His mouth trailed lazy licks to swirl over her skin, lips pressing against the soft, neatly trimmed blonde curls at her apex, until those licks dipped low and pressed firm. Honeyed throbs of pleasure swelled, his tongue rolling slow, hands stroking blazes up and down her thighs, her pretty little moans adding further sound to the noise of his mouth moving keenly over her slick.  

Velvet heat rubbed greedily through her folds, bringing focus to her clit, shouldering her thighs to drop parted again when they closed in on him, his elbows pressing down to keep her spread while he held her hips still. She arched, humming a seraphim’s sonnet, the tingle of her arousal glimmering through her core, the silky nectar of such beginning to run dewy onto his tongue, evoking a baritone rumble from somewhere deep in his chest.  

He panted against her, cock rapidly swelling, fingers digging crescents onto her hips as his eyes found hers over the rise of her heaving tits, winking, sucking her bud until she cried out over and over. It pulled full bodied trembles from her, shaking like she’d been plunged into glacial waters, his mouth locked tight as he sucked harder. 

The crest ploughed hot through her veins, his hands running over her, two fingers pressing into her mouth, depressing her tongue as she sucked them, Luca keeping her jaw in a tight grasp as he moved to kneel before her, cock snagging her opening, a hard push daggering into her deeply. There was no containment, each thrust him carving out room inside of her, filling her wholly, making her whine in bliss around the suck upon his fingers. Emptying her mouth, his hand curled to her throat, pushing her into the bed beneath his grasp, smiling at the grey fire that flickered in her seductive stare.  

“Like it when I hold you down, don’t you, bella donna?”  

“Ah, ah fuck, yes!” she cried out, hands smoothing down his arms in a torrid glide as he drove her hard into the bed. “I want you deeper in me, please, please!”  

Hauling her hips up, he shunted his thighs beneath them, cock arrowing to her very depths. “Better?”  

“Oh my god, yes it is!” she wailed, watching him grin before he leaned to kiss her with wild heat, hand once again moving to grasp her throat as they moved against one another with wild friction. Her cries began to louden, drifting through the top floor of the house, reaching the ears of a woman walking up the stairs on her way to the bathroom. Filomena winced, hoping they would be finished soon, but knowing from personal experience they likely wouldn’t be.  

She paused at the bathroom door, rethinking her desire to soak in the tub before dinner if the those were the kind of sounds that would continue reaching her ears, sadness and jealousy colliding as she heard the beautiful young woman enjoying all that she still coveted. She missed him, no matter how terrible a husband he’d been to her with his infidelity, and there he was, having a great time, balls deep in his new girlfriend.  

The bath could wait.  

While she walked away with hurt prickling her chest, Emily was experiencing the surge of pin pricks skittering up her spine, her lover’s hand fisted hard in her hair as he held her head back, pounding her esuriently from behind. Her walls radiated heat, Luca slowing, his lust blown eyes drawn to the sight of her twitching around him, hand landing in a hard spank on her ass.  

The noise it pulled from her made him repeat it again in an instant, his thoughts thickened, heart hammering, her moans lower, primal, his insides throbbing in response. The grasp woven tight in her hair slackened, his hand sliding to cup beneath her jaw, pulling her up until her back was against his chest, knees pivoting them slightly to the left.  

“There,” he rasped, mouth planting hot, open-mouthed kisses across the column of her throat, watching her eyes find their reflection in the huge mirror located in the corner. “Now you can see what I do, how goddamned beautiful you look while you’re gettin’ fucked, amore.”  

Those words sizzled over her marrow, her hand reaching to grasp the back of his head, turning to meet his mouth in a fever-hot kiss, his groan like summer thunder rumbling a darkened sky. Their bodies moved in perfect sync, everything winding tight, Emily fixated on the mirror glass, the visual of seeing herself being sexually domineered so thoroughly only adding to the scalding pleasure.  

The sound of his cock daggering into her soaking plush sounded lewdly, their moans culminative, sweet nirvana pulling them both into its abyss. Afterwards, they lay happily entwined, his leg draped over her hips as he stroked the path of her cleavage with a fingertip, her hand idly trailing over the dark hair upon his thigh.  

“I wish we could stay up here, avoid the rumbling storm downstairs,” he spoke quietly, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.  

She turned, a small dent of confusion dimpling her forehead. “What I saw from the window didn’t look like bad weather?”  

“It wasn’t,” he confessed, sighing. “It’ll likely be on the way again, though. She told me that she wanted us to try again, and that I should send you packin’.” He waited for her to react with trepidation, maybe even concern, especially after the events of that day and how shaken she’d been left by them for a time, but it didn’t happen.  

“I’m going nowhere.” What they had just shared upon the bed cemented that for her more than any other words he could have spoken.  

“I know, cara mia.” Another kiss was placed upon her shoulder, his hand moving to lavish at the side of her neck. “I told her that, too.” 

“Do you think she really means it, or is it more a case of her playing some kind of game because I’m here, and she has to witness that?” 

He thought for a moment, stuck between the knowledge her usual form and the sincerity he’d seen in her eyes when she’d revealed her desire for reconciliation. “I think that she believes it’s what she wants. How bona fide that is, I don’t know.” He pulled her close, lips meeting hers. “Don’t care, either.”  

They basked a little longer before moving to dress, going downstairs to find his children all sitting at the large dining table on the back porch, being entertained by Greta performing simple little magic tricks for them. It was how she’d met Angelo, being a magician’s assistant, hired for a party he was at with his family back when they were both in their late teens.  

“You lookin’ forward to tomorrow, boys?” Luca asked, his question directed at Jack and Harry, Angelo and Greta’s nineteen and seventeen-year-old sons.  

“Yeah, uncle Luca,” Jack replied, beaming with enthusiasm. “I get to use a real gun for once, it’s gonna be swell!” 

Angelo had raised his boys exactly as he was with his; not to turn out to be wiseguys. Being kids of poor Italian immigrants, it had been a natural progression for him and his cousin, with very little in the way of genuine prospects. The money they made meant their kids didn’t have to choose that path, not unless they truly, truly wanted to. They’d been sent to the best schools in New York, Angelo’s boys were in college, too. It was definitely a more favourable climate than what they’d grown up in. 

“Please can I come too, pop?” Guiseppe asked, his big, hazel eyes full of hope that a shake of his father’s head dashed in an instant. 

“No, boy. You’re too little still for handling a shotgun. Maybe next year, alright?” 

He huffed, folding his arms while kicking his feet in annoyance beneath the table. “I guess.” 

“Your dad is right, son. Leave it a little while longer.” Filomena spoke, sequestered at the other end of the table. With a martini within her clutches, mouth set to slightly puckered, Luca looked at her in assessment for only a second, noting that she looked more sad than bitter. Throughout the dinner, he did attempt to engage her in conversation a few times, Angelo and Greta, too, but she only really spoke at any length to her children.  

In her quietness, she observed, watching the way her husband interacted with his new love. Luca was never overstated when it came to publicly displayed affection, and still wasn’t, but Filomena noticed a difference in him for certain.  

While he and Angelo spoke of what trail they would take with Robert, the local guide coming to collect them at 5am the following morning for a day of buck hunting, his eyes might have been on his cousin, but his hand rested to Emily’s wrist, fingers gently circling while she and Greta chatted between themselves. A while later, he had her feet pulled onto his lap, idly stroking her from ankle to toe, looking at her with pride as she enthused over the works of Walt Whitman to Angelo, who remained unconvinced, not being much of a reader.  

Emily was everything she wasn’t, and how sorely she resented the lovely young woman for it. It was made even harder by the fact that truly, there was nothing to hate. She was sweet and kind, involving the children in the conversation, Guiseppe and Alessio seeming to take to her very naturally. Her only triumph was that Milania remained indifferent towards her love rival.  

Getting up from the table, she lifted Alessio into her arms, a little wobbly on her feet.  

“Get off, I’m fine,” she snapped when Greta put a hand out, helping steady her. “I can carry my son to bed without any help. C’mon, Guiseppe. You too.”  

“But mom! That ain’t fair. I bet Milania gets to stay up,” he whined, earning an eyebrow raise from his father. 

“She’s older, when you’re fourteen you can stay up past nine, too. Go on, go with your mom,” Luca advised, the boy huffing before he rose, saying goodnight to everyone. Finishing his drink, he looked over to his daughter, noticing the look of worry she wore in her eyes, eyes identical to his as she watched her mother enter the house, chewing her lip a little. “What’s with that face, tesoro?”  

The girl sighed, looking conflicted as she fiddled with a loose thread on the sleeve of her dress. “Can I speak with you privately, daddy?” 

His forehead creased with concern, nodding as he stood up. “Of course. C’mon.” Holding his hand out, he waited for her, Milania grasping it tightly as he led her back into the house, walking through to the deserted kitchen and switching the light on. “Now, tell me what the matter is.” 

Sighing, she let her shoulders drop, folding her arms. “It’s mommy. I’m worried about her. Ever since you told her about Emily, she’s been acting funny. Not ha, ha funny, but strange. Like she’s sad. The doctor gave her some pills and she was better for a little while, but she’s drinking a lot, too. Like, I know adults like a drink and there’s nothing wrong with that, but I saw her drinking neat gin the other morning. She lied and said it was a glass of water, but I smelled the glass afterward. Wasn’t water.”  

He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a long, deep breath through his nose. “She just needs time to get used to it, honey. She’ll be fine, you’ll see.”  

“I think she wants you to come home. Says she misses you all the time,” she confessed, her eyes pleading. “Won’t you ever come back?”  

He shook his head. “No, sweetheart. That door closed a long time ago. I wasn’t the best husband to your mom, you’re old enough now to know that. You three kids were the best things to ever happen to us, but us together, we weren’t a good fit.”  

Milania snorted softly, rolling her eyes. “And I suppose Emily is?” 

Oh, that attitude. She was a teenage him in female form. “Hey, you cut that out. Emily ain’t done nothin’ bad to you, or anybody else. And yeah, she is a good fit. You should try and get to know her a little, you know.” 

“Don’t wanna.” 

He couldn’t force it, he supposed. “All in your own time, I guess. Listen, you keep an eye on mommy for me, though, right? If she gets worse with the hooch, you let me know first.”  

She nodded, moving to hug him. “I will, I promise.” 

“Good.” He kissed her hair, stroking her forehead as she pressed herself against him tightly.  

“Love you, daddy. I miss you, too. Wish I got to see you more often.” 

A little sharp tug pulled in his chest. “Love you too, cuore mio. And Brooklyn ain’t the moon, you know. You wanna see me more? Just call and I’ll send a car. Come by whenever you like, you hear?” 

She nodded, smiling up at him, receiving a kiss to the forehead. “I will.”  

Milania headed up to bed, Luca going back outside, noticing Emily’s questioning look. “I’ll tell ya later, doll.” 

He did when they’d turned in for the night, stroking her arm as her hand lay in idle press against his chest, seeing the understanding in her eyes. Of course, this would strike a chord with her. “If it is a problem, then she certainly hides it better than Bertha ever did,” she began, referencing her mother. “She couldn’t even stand up half the time, just lying there on her chaise, wallowing in self-pity and rum. Maybe it’s just a few nips here and there to ease her sadness?” 

“That’s what I was thinkin’, too,” he spoke, “but either way, I told Milania to keep an eye on her. Not that a fuckin’ fourteen-year-old kid should have to, but there ain’t anybody else.”  

“Has she always liked the drink?” 

He shook his head, remembering how it was usually her having to put him to bed if he was in a state, back when he did used to drink a lot in his wilder, younger days. “Nah. She barely touched it the entire time we were married, except wine with dinner and the like. That’s why I gotta little spark of concern, y’know? Don’t want the broad plastered outta her head while she’s meant to be takin’ care of my kids.” 

Kissing his shoulder, she cuddled into him closer. “We have all weekend with her, too. I’ll keep a discreet eye on her, see if I can tell the signs. Back when my mother was still trying to hide it, I learned to read her like a book. I’m sure she’ll be fine, though. One thing I can tell very evidently about Filomena is how much she loves those children. I doubt she’d ever get in the kind of state where she couldn’t take care of them adequately.”  

Luca could only hope she was right. He rolled onto his side, wrapping an arm around her, extra thankful for the fact the woman he loved was so simple and uncomplicated. He rose at 4:30am the following morning, washing and dressing, laying a kiss to her head as she slept, he and Angelo eating a quick breakfast and filling up on coffee before they were escorted out by Robert in search of anything with antlers.  

Emily woke up at 8am, a small hand shaking her.  

“Emily, can you come? Mommy is still asleep, and she locked the door.”  

Coming around more, she rubbed her eyes and yawned, nodding while climbing out from beneath the covers, picking up Alessio. “Sure, I can. Come on, little guy.” 

Walking right to the other end of the house, Guiseppe and Milania were also still in their nightclothes, the latter viewing her with the same mild contempt as she had since they’d met the day before, Emily placing the youngest of them down and reaching to knock the door.  

“Filomena, you awake yet?” Nothing. Holding her ear against the smooth, white painted wood, she listened carefully, relieved to hear the sound of her snoring. Turning back to the children, she fixed a big smile on her face. “I think your mommy is tired and enjoying a lie in. Tell you what, if you guys can go and get yourselves ready, I’ll go and sort you out some eggs. How’s that?” 

“We have a chef for that,” Milania pouted, folding her arms while lifting her chin defiantly.  

Emily took it completely in her stride. “Alright, then I can tell the chef what you’d like, and meet you downstairs?”  

“We can tell him ourselves, god! We’re not imbeciles!” Off she huffed down the hall, Emily sighing. Guiseppe looked on at her with an apologetic smile, reaching for his brother. 

“I’ll help the tyke here, make sure he brushes his teeth and all that. And can I have my eggs scrambled? Alessio likes ‘em soft boiled.”  

At least two out of three children weren’t so hostile. “Of course, you can. See you downstairs.”  

Once washed, her curls pinned up save a few free strands framing her face, eyes darkened with kohl and an outfit of her wide legged slacks, a white blouse and deep green cardigan were chosen, she went downstairs, finding Greta positioned in the dining room with a cigarette and a coffee, reading the newspaper.  

“Love those pants, dolly,” she began, giving her an appreciative sweep with her eyes. “Didn’t know Chanel did ‘em in kid's sizes.” 

Oh, her beloved Greta. She was such a tease. Reversing back from where she’d entered the kitchen, Emily raised a single, well-groomed eyebrow. “Less of the attitude towards my little legs, huh? But yeah, Luca’s cousin took them up for me since they were touching the floor.”  

“Vincenzo is a master with a needle and thread, I’ll say,” she spoke of the man who made the custom-tailored suits for her husband as well as Luca. “Are we the only ones up?” 

“The kids are getting ready,” Emily replied after a few moments, coming back in and handing her a bowl containing the other half of the grapefruit she’d just sliced for herself, the chef otherwise engaged in organising the pantry. “Filomena is still sleeping off the martinis, though. I didn’t say that part in front of the kids, so keep it under your hat.” 

Her eyes widened, leaning in across the table. “Well, yeah. I nearly followed her up the stairs last night, just in case she dropped the little one.” Picking up the coffee pot, she poured out a cup, pushing it across the table. “We all like a good drink now and again, but she seemed a little messy.”  

“I don’t mean to judge, but it turns out it’s been happening a lot.” Keeping her voice low, Emily revealed all, Greta cocking her head with ever widening eyes as she learned of the latest.  

“Well, I’ll be damned,” she exclaimed softly, lighting herself another cigarette, offering one across the table that was accepted with thanks. “And to think the woman barely drank for so long, too. Wine with a meal and a cocktail here and there, as far as I remember.” 

Her ascertain was confirmed with rapid nodding. “Yes, Luca said exactly the same thing!”  

“What did my daddy say?” Milania asked upon entering the room, fixing her icy stare right at Emily.  

“Nothing important, sweetie. Are your brothers on their way?” 

“They are, and I’m not your sweetie either.”  

“Hey!” Greta pointed, Milania jumping a little. She’d thought her sass would go unreprimanded, with neither of her parents around. “Now you remember your manners, you hear? Don’t think you’re too big not to get your ear clipped. Show some respect, young lady.”  

“You’re not my mother,” she sneered, turning to Emily, “and neither are you.” 

“No, we aren’t, but if you carry on, your father will hear all about you and your smart yap, missy. I’d button it if I were you,” Greta warned, Milania rising from the table with a huff, flouncing towards the back doors and heading outside. “Kids, eh? All full of hormones, especially at her age.” 

“Yeah, and resentment because in her mind, me being in her father’s life is causing her mother to behave the way that she is.” It was only Saturday and already, Emily wished for nothing more than to hightail it back to Brooklyn, after what had already come to the surface so far. “She’s too young to get it, that they were broken long before I came along. She likely wouldn’t hear of it being mostly her father’s fault either, since she idolises him so very much.”  

Greta sat and marvelled, thinking to herself how Emily might have been quite soft and naive in a lot of respects, but god, she had a very strong root tethering her to reality. She made no excuses for the truth of the matter concerning the man she loved, which was a rarity, especially in a relationship only sixth months into its tenure.  

“She’ll come around in time. The more she sees how happy you make her dad, and when her mother pulls herself out of this little blip. It’ll all be okay, dolly. I’m certain. Now, what are we doing today? I thought we could take the car and head into town? There are some beautiful, quaint little stores in Linlithgow we could venture down to?” 

Emily smiled, liking that idea. “Yes, that’d be nice. Let’s get breakfast out of the way and wait for Filomena to rise, and we can head out.”  

That rising was another half hour from then, the women having successfully drank a pot of coffee between them and also been talked into a round of eggs Benedict each by Hubert, the chef. Walking into the dining room, Filomena acknowledged them with only a nod, heading through to the kitchen.  

“Hubert, can I get some bacon and my usual eggs, plus a bloody Mary?” She hung around by the kitchen doors until being furnished with her drink, taking it and glugging back a mouthful before leaving the room without word. Greta leaned as far as she could in her seat to see through the open doors into the lounge, witnessing the concerning sight of her topping off the drink with yet more vodka.  

Turning to Emily, she made a drink motion with her hand. “Yeah, I think the kid is right. Her ma has a problem.”  

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I FUCKING ADORE GORDON RAMSEY!! 😍😍😍

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You're in her DMs

I have her blocked

You will understand in time

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I mean this is a nice little extensive list, however, WHERE THE BUGGERY BOLLOCKS IS THE GROOVE METAL SUBGENRE??? Pioneers of which being the legends that were White Zombie and Pantera.

*Stomps off in a huff, plays Astro Creep 2000 LOUDLY*

if I forgot your favorite subgenre or misclassified a band feel free to argue in the replies 👍

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Who the hell is doing this?

Seriously, if you are this type of person, get the fuck out of whichever fandom you are poisoning with your toxic energy. It's not a flex. It's not a vibe. We are here to lift one another up, not play favourites while cutting down every single other writer besides the one you've lifted upon a pedestal.

I just think that if you're going to post something along the lines of "there's only one good chaptered fic in this fandom, you should probably not post that in the main fandom tag

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I have no cinnamon rolls. *Looks patiently out of window waiting for the substitute to arrive, so she can eat him like he's a cinnamon roll*

Facts about recipe substitutes?

I feel like using a can of soda with cake mix is great if the person of the hour has an egg allergy

Yes, I made this explanatory graphic some time ago:

Please do not do these though, as some will kill you and others will kill Adrien Brody. Which are which may surprise you...

#adrien brody #recipe substitutions #recipe substitute #unreality #NOM NOM NOM HIM

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I really dislike moustaches, but he MAKES IT HOT HOW DARE HE DO THIS TO ME!!!!

Dmitri - The Grand Budapest Hotel, 2014

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Oh gosh, Joana! You're so sweet! And I can assure you that I am. I have a few works out there that I cringe over, but it's all part of the process in growing from mistakes and endeavouring to do better :) Thank you so much for your kind praise, as usual. I'm so delighted that you're enjoying the story so much.

And yes, I too need this man to ruin me. :D

Sky Full of Stars - Chapter Four.

Here you go then, guys. An entire chapter of smut. Go forth and devour ;)

Previous chapters - One Two Three

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 4,633

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI!

What began as a rapid undressing of two people consumed by desire for one another slowed in tempo by the time their naked bodies hit the bed, though it still burned like the heat of a thousand suns. His body blanketed hers, chiselled muscles pressing her into the soft, white linen beneath, his tongue pooling a lick at the dip of her neck, lips scattering kisses upon the side of her throat.  

He felt glorious against her, her hands chartering the exploration of his body, a flush of goose pimples rising over his back as her short nails softly clawed down his sides, his teeth nipping at her neck before his mouth lowered. Wetting her hand with a slippery lick, she reached to curl a grasp around what had to be one of the most perfect, thick cocks she had ever witnessed, feeling it twitch against the slow pull she teased, a soft groan vibrating his throat as he sucked her nipple.  

“Mmm,” she purred, thumb rubbing the head of him, his abs twitching against her arm, “you’re so big.”  

“Mmhm.” he hummed with a wink, moving to kiss her with need before he slid from her grasp, elbows knocking her thighs further apart, his tongue circling her navel. He had her burning with incandescence, her flames rising to his touch, hips quaking when she felt him drag a thumb through her already glistening folds. Seeking out her clit, he began to stroke it teasingly lightly, barely any pressure there as his thumb circled, her little cry setting his insides to tingle.  

She felt it rush over her nerves in a glimmer, panting softly, that tentative contact becoming firmer as she felt his other hand move, two fingers pushing into her while his mouth moved to press hot, open-mouthed kisses upon her inner thigh. A simple crook of his fingers, raking them against her walls slowly but firmly sent heat skipping over her nerves, his eyes transfixed at the sight of her spread before him, completely lost to the bliss of his hands.  

“Oh, fuck that feels so good!” she cried, legs writhing, jolting a little when his teeth nipped softly at her inner thigh. 

He’d intended to tease her with the anticipation of it a little longer, but the sight of her, the warm wet glossing his fingers, those soft moans. It would take a stronger man than him to resist moving his hands and instead, burying his mouth against the soaked velvet of her folds. Each lick pressed into her firmly, his groan of desire all grit and baritone, nose tickled against the little landing strip of hair remaining, tongue flickering against the hot gush of her opening before it rolled up to begin beating against her clit.  

“Holy shit!” she gasped, her hands rooting in his hair, “how fucking fast can you move your tongue?” 

She felt him smile against her, sucking on her clit while looking up, hands reaching to gently knead her breasts. “Faster than that.”  

He... what? 

“You’re going to ruin me, aren’t you?” 

A deep laugh echoed his throat. “Yeah, that’s a given.”  

Despite her words, she wasn’t sure if he was being serious, until she felt it for herself, the tip of his tongue whirling rapidly over her hardened little bud, her eyes rolling back in her head as her mouth dropped open. How was he real? Truly, where was the downside of this gorgeous, intelligent, funny, lovely man who had a tongue that challenged the speed of sound? How? He’d likely have a flaw somewhere, but right at that moment, she was enjoying him being without any at all as he ate her with fervent desire.  

Her moans escalated, hands tugging his hair hard as she writhed against the relentlessness of every rapid lick, the ecstasy set to a rushing flood that poured golden through her veins. Holy shit. Not even she had made herself come that quickly before. She was only vaguely aware of him kissing her thigh for a few moments in the aftermath, her head fuzzy, lost to the pulse of her orgasm still throbbing through her entire being.  

The feeling of him pushing into her brought her back, her mouth dropping open. Oh, god. Even bigger than it looked, and... 

“Erm... condom?” she spoke, raising an eyebrow. 

He smirked, reaching out to grasp the empty wrapper between his fingers. “Already there. You were too busy being tongue drunk to notice.”  

“Oh,” she laughed quietly, whimpering softly as he began to move within her, kissing him with slow, sumptuous heat. “Are you going to get me nicely dick drunk now, too?” 

His eyes shone with lust, the green somehow seeming even brighter, although those beautiful irises were rapidly becoming eclipsed by the inking of his pupils. “Absolutely hammered, honey.”  

Utter adoration spurred the kisses they shared, fervent and hungry, her hands roaming his arms as she undulated her hips up into him, loving the feeling of being filled and stretched out, the pace even and rolling to begin with, their sync perfect.  

“Gorgeous,” he panted, hands running tenderly down her face, “so fucking beautiful.” 

Those words made her feel elated, their kisses heating up as he began to breech her with more urgency, cock hitting her summit as the need for greater friction consumed him. Her nails grazed his back, her soft moans becoming louder, legs winding around him as his thrusts quickly became completely uncontained in all out frenzy.  

“Oh, god. Fuck me.” she purred. He did, and oh, it was relentless. It was everything she hoped it would be over the past three days. She drank him in, knowing she only had four days left to enjoy this, savouring the feeling of his cock arrowing her soaking centre deeply, her nerves buzzing, pleasure streaking through her like a hail of shooting stars beneath her skin.   

Each hot, rhythmic grind against her walls had her fluttering madly, the breath knocked from her. Yes, he was ferocious with her, but it wasn’t a mindless battering of her innermost sacred area. He fucked her with purpose, knew exactly how to align his cock so it yielded nothing but pleasure within her, his groans hungry at her neck, hands pawing, lost and adrift on the vast sea that was sex with the woman who had captivated him beyond comprehension.  

It became so intense, she was unsure whether she was pulling back or driving against him, the sizzle of pleasure igniting her down to her very bones as his thrusts became staccato, both hurtling towards sweet, throbbing culmination. The heat snapped like a tempest, her thighs going rigid around him, his diligence tipping her into the swell of heaven mere moments after him.  

He continued to move in a slow glide within her, everything softening, his hands cupping her cheeks, kissing her, both fighting to breathe. They gazed with complete fondness at one another, Jade enjoying the way his cock felt as it twitched inside her, the burn of her release gently ebbing away. Eventually they found their way beneath the covers, only four hours of sleep in the early hours dictating they enjoy the comfort of a bed to also rest their heads in, Adrien curling around her as they drifted off.  

They’d been sleeping for two hours when Jade awoke to a strange noise, feeling a sudden shaking behind her. Turning, she saw him, hand clasped over his mouth, finally letting his laughter boom when he saw she’d woken herself up.  

“What the hell was that noise?” she asked sleepily, only tipping him into further hysterics. 

“You!” he hissed, “you just made a moo noise! It wasn’t even like a cow mooing, though. It was more a person doing a bad impersonation of a baby cow. Oh my god!”  

Not another nocturnal noise. Hiding her face, she felt warmth growing across her cheeks, eventually laughing as she emerged, Adrien pulling her into his arms. “Moo. That’s your name now.”  

And now a further nickname thanks to the aforementioned nocturnal noises. “Oh, my life. Famed for the noises I can make into a microphone and cursed by the ones I do in my sleep!” Looking at him, she aimed a soft slap to his shoulder. “Stop laughing at me!” 

“I can’t! It’s too funny!” He finally managed to compose himself, sensing her embarrassment, laying kisses atop her head as he stroked her hair.  

“I’m going to get you back, you know,” she spoke, moving out from his embrace as she turned him onto his back, seating herself astride him while stroking his chest. “You might enjoy it, though. It depends.” 

His eyebrow arched. “On what?” 

“On how open you are to the idea of relinquishing control.”  

“Hm,” he mused, looking thoughtful. “Usually not that much, my dominant streak is pretty hard wired. What did you have in mind?”  

Reaching to the side of the bed, he grabbed his jeans, pulling the belt free as she fixed him with a very suggestive look. Five minutes on from that, and he found himself bound tightly to the bedframe by his wrists, the brand-new leather a little constrictive against his skin. If anything, that added to the overall effect of being tied up, though.  

It then occurred to him; he was thirty-six, had done much tying up of his lover’s past, but this was the first time he’d ever allowed somebody else to do so with him. Swiftly, he became absent of all thoughts at all, her mouth teasing its way all over his body, finally reaching his cock and toying with him, a few kisses fluttered over the very tip, leaving him hanging in suspense before finally, her mouth sank, lips closing tightly around the base.  

His mouth dropped open, her lips pulsing around him a couple of times as he looked down at her in disbelief. “Um, I’m not complaining, but do you even have a gag reflex?” 

She dragged her mouth back up the thick of his shaft slowly, so slowly, his eyes virtually crossed, releasing him with a little slippery pop. “Nope.” Winking, her mouth travelled back down again, his head thudding against the pillows with a deep groan, chuckling a laugh that was one hundred percent filthy.  

Beautiful, talented, interesting, funny, sweet, and no gag reflex. He’d found the holy grail.  

“I swear,” she murmured, running her tongue up the thickened vein on the underside of his shaft, “you have the most perfect cock I have ever seen. They’re not aesthetically pleasing, but yours is. It’s beautiful. Mmm, feels just as gorgeous as it looks, too.” And she was complimentary, which didn’t hurt his ego at all. Each drag of her mouth had his muscles twitching, her hand taking over, tongue flickering over the very tip until she drew the kind of groans from him that arrowed right between her thighs.  

She had him gleaming from the wet of her tongue, hand tugging up and down as she sucked the head of him, hearing the leather creaking, his muscles bulging as he began to pull against the restraint. Letting him cool down, she moved her mouth to his chiselled abs, tongue trailing the rises and falls, hand pumping softly, making him keen for more, his back arching a little from the bed.  

Returning her mouth, she took him right to her throat once more, keeping it slow, slow, slow, the little shocks skittering over his muscles flourishing to relentless quivers, his cock jerking as she sucked him, tongue darting from side to side, sending him on a clear trajectory to utter mindlessness. Releasing him, she chartered a lick from the dark hair leading from his navel, slowly over his abs, up to his chest, softly biting his nipple as she moved astride him, guiding his harness into the slippery clasp of her... 

“Damn, that pretty little pussy is fucking soaking,” he groaned, hissing a moan when her teeth crushed against his nipple again with a little more acerbity, Jade sitting up to sink down on him fully. 

“All because of you, gorgeous. Seriously, just looking at you gets me wet.” Her purr preceded a lust filled gaze, smiling as she watched the pleasure dance in his eyes, licking her lip and squeezing her inner muscles around him in a powerful, viscid series of clenches. After a brief exchange had revealed both to be fine where STI’s were concerned and her on the pill, the idea of condoms had been abandoned. “I can’t wait to feel you fill me with cum, but baby, it isn’t going to happen anytime soon.”  

“Isn't it?” he rumbled, a sharp buck of his hips almost unseating her. 

“Ah, ah,” she warned, grasping his jaw, pushing two fingers into his mouth while lowering her lips to his neck. “None of that. Be a good boy and I’ll fuck you. Misbehave, and I’ll punish you. Understand?” Moving until only the very head of his cock remained within her, she squeezed on him again, and god, what that and her words did to his brain. 

Static. Mere buzzing where his thoughts would be. Thank you and goodnight, ladies and gentlemen. Adrien Brody had left the building. He was being dominated for the first time in his life, and it hit him with blunt force gravitas, how much it truly sparked his arousal from burning flames to complete wildfire.  

“Mmhmm.” he hummed in confirmation, sucking her fingers as she slowly pulled them from his mouth, replacing them for her tongue and kissing him with burning finesse. Rolling her hips, she ensnared the entire length of his shaft again, walls pulsing on him, pulling rumbling groans from deep in his chest that slowly begin to soften in pitch, a little helpless, his body still shuddering with an edge of hunger beneath hers.  

When she’d told him she was a cock tease, she had not been lying. At all.  

Finally, after squeezing and releasing him to the point of overly aroused agony, she began to slide upon him, hips weaving in a figure of eight and furtherly reducing him to a shaking wreck of a man beneath her. He was ruined, the sensation of his cock hitting her insides at every angle and depth fluttering up his spine, heart hammering so wildly he could hear the thrum of it echoing through his ears.  

She was a sexual goddess, a poison flower, the kind of woman who knew how to flay a man’s senses right down to the razor’s edge of his nerves, but in a way he wouldn’t ever be able to cease craving. It was that sharp edge she kept him teetering upon, too, building him up, watching carefully, gauging when he was close only to stop dead and deny his falling into the whirling, crashing sea of ecstasy he so desperately wanted to drown within.  

“If I... fuck... have a damned heart attack... just let it be known... I died... very happy,” he panted, hardly able to string a sentence together, Jade leaning to him, running her tongue in a slow glide up his cheek. She’d worked him to the point of orgasm six times, edging him to the boundaries of his own sanity. All the while too, watching the illimitably erotic sight of her fingers sweeping in circles over her clit. No wonder he could barely speak. The poor man was shaking like a leaf beneath her, finely sheened with sweat. It was time.  

The intent she began to move with had entire constellations lighting up and collapsing within him, hissing mutters of both curses and prayers as he felt it burn through him, cock jerking and filling her, coming so hard he felt knocked sideways by it. Her own undoing cascaded through her in ceaseless waves, all those little darts hitting every target, but none more so than watching just how hard he’d unravelled beneath her.  

“Are you okay down there?” she asked sweetly, giggling softly at the way his mouth hung agape, blinking slowly, eyebrows rising as he panted hard.  

“Yeah,” he finally croaked, grinning widely, “I’ve never come that hard in my entire life. Wow.”  

Leaning to him, they kissed with gentle heat, Jade reaching to unfasten the belt binding him to the bed, climbing off him to walk in a somewhat bow-legged stagger to the bathroom. Feeling very pleased with herself, she went about her business, washing her hands and splashing her face with water, her minimal makeup still looking good.  

Opening the door, she nearly died of fright, seeing Adrien standing right there. She’d assumed him to be still lost to the ebbing of his release, but no. Not so much. And the way he looked at her? Oooh.  

“You shouldn’t have untied me,” he spoke, deep voice raspy and sexy, a smirk beginning to tilt the corner of his mouth. 

“Shouldn’t I?” she asked, leaning against the doorframe. 

He shook his head, ducking to throw her over her shoulder. “You’re in trouble now.” 

The force of the spank he placed to her ass made her eyes widen, Jade carried back to the bed with the hugest grin upon her face. Another hard slap had her squealing, her mouth dropping open. If that was a starter smack, would she even be able to sit down once he was done with her?  

He placed her down on the end of the bed, hands reaching beneath her arms to pull her up until she was kneeling, hand lifting her chin, his thumb running over her lower lip. “Stay there. Don’t you move an inch.” 

The way he delivered those words, the instruction clear and firm, ohhh. As a woman very much in the driving seat of her life, one who did not give up control easily or bend to the will of others unless she wanted to, being given orders didn’t sit well with her. However, that one did. The little sparkle rippling her core told her how much, too.  

The bed dipped with his weight as he moved behind her, Jade hearing the sound of his belt buckle rattle, the leather caressing her forearms as he bound them together. He weaved it around, her wrists crossed and fastened, lamenting that he didn’t have something more substantial than a mere belt. “I wish I had access to rope. I’d bind you up if we were at my place, suspend you from the hook I have hanging on a chain above my bed, and make you watch me fuck you while you’re all tied up tight.” 

Fire. Blazing fire burned through her, his lips dropping hot, opened mouthed kisses against her neck, hands moving to stroke swirls across her breasts. “So, you’re a freak, is what you’re telling me, hmm?” 

“On occasion.” His teeth nipped at her earlobe, a rumbled chuckle setting her blood to boil. “Shhh. No more talking. I’m accepting pretty little moans only, or nothing at all.”  

Nobody told her to shush, and she liked it about as much as she didn’t. And he knew. His hands slid over her skin, chartering paths of heat, one reaching her throat and gently grasping. It flashed through her mind for a moment, the last time her neck had been held, her body stiffening until the stroke of his fingertips over her throat brought her back from memories of the man who’d hurt her worse than she’d ever been, back to the one she felt herself falling easily into a place of trust with.  

A few more kisses were scattered over her neck, her shoulder, feeling him move himself beneath her, Adrien taking to his back and pushing her thighs apart, her body lowering to straddle his head. The desire to reach for his gloriously muscular arms as he brought them through her thighs gap as well was huge, not settling with the notion of being incapacitated quite as well as he had, her finger beginning to fiddle in an attempt to free herself.  

Immediately, she was reprimanded, his hand smacking her ass so hard, her eyes watered. “Behave.” 

“It’s your fault,” she purred, watching as he laid kisses upon her inner thighs, “having those gorgeous arms I’m just dying to stroke.” 

His hand met her ass again, the smack even harder. “I said no talking, Jade.”  

“But...”  

Again, his hand brought a stinging reprimand. “With every word you keep speaking, I’ll add another minute to how long you have to wait to feel my mouth right here.” He kissed her slit, that press of his lips making her nerves bounce, Jade biting her lip and nodding. She could have continued to fight, not bend to him, but oh, not when she remembered how crazily good that man was with his tongue. If obedience meant she’d receive that faster, then she could be good for him. 

His mouth ghosted around her apex, teasing the promise, soft kisses eventually pressed, his tongue licking the uppermost juncture of her thigh, her legs beginning to quiver. His lips brought sparks to cinder upon her skin, the arousal rushing over her body like a spring breeze with just the slightest tingle of chill, his teeth closing in a soft bite upon her thigh making her muscles bounce.  

His tease had her teetering on the precipice of anticipation, more so than she could ever remember, big hands kneading her tits, thumbs skimming over her pebbled nipples until finally, she felt the gratification she needed. Pushing his tongue flat against her dewy opening, he ran a long, slow, firm lick up to her clit, the wide press parting her folds with delicious precision.  

The taste of her flooded his senses, earthy like honey with a little note of citrus sharp, a few more long licks pulling the kind of moans from her that made his cock begin twitching back into life, closing her nipples in a soft pinch between his thumbs and forefingers. Her hips began to sway, and he allowed it, happily left her ride the blade of his tongue, swirling through her folds with a hungry grunt.  

A bonfire of pleasure began to crackle deep, like the amber of flames glowing through the blackest of nights, her breath shuddered as she felt his nose very deliberately nudging her clit while his tongue dipped her soaking hole. God, he was too good. Biting sparks flickered when he returned his tongue to her bud, circling her, slowly and firmly, watching her soft abs flex, fingers pinching firmer as he rolled her nipples deliciously between his thumbs and forefingers.  

Each expeditious flicker of his tongue all over her swollen clit pulled her pleasure further forth, her soft moans escalating to helpless wails, thighs shaking. She knew he’d do it, guessed his intention would be to – as he had warned when they first met – tease her back twice as badly, Adrien removing the contact and turning his head to kiss her inner thigh.  

The indignance of being left on simmer almost prompted her voice, to verbalise in protest, but she didn’t dare. Not if it meant he ceased altogether. Edging she could handle, but having his mouth right there against her sex without the incandescent laving of his tongue would be a torture she couldn’t withstand.  

Still, she was made to wait, the heat of his breath against her doing nothing but further driving her need, his tongue finally returning to her, chasing the pleasure until it welled warm and syrupy down her spine, puddling at her cunt, soaking his mouth. She likely thought he’d edge her to death with his mouth, but he was nothing if not a lover prepared to keep the woman he was with guessing.  

Closing his lips around her clit, he began to suck, increasing the pressure, smiling against the velvet wet of her as he evoked those beautiful, helpless, lust drenched wails, stopping at the crucial moment to gently touch his tongue against her instead. It wasn’t quite a lick, tiny little prods enough to keep her in rapture, but not enough to let her release surge.  

He removed his mouth entirely then, moving to kneel behind her, sliding a fingertip down her spine, his tongue then slowly following the path back up as his hand gently grasped the back of her neck, pushing gently but firmly.  

“Down.”  

That one simple word, delivered in rumbling baritone, sent pleasure skittering over her nerves, the force of his hand pressing her into the comforter and holding her there only adding to the forest fire that began to burn through her.  

Grasping his cock, he began to tease her folds, parting her walls an inch, then two, her whine helpless. “Told you, twice as badly.” He chuckled, making her growl low in her throat, his big hand coming down to smack her ass, the other rooting itself in her mountain of blonde waves. “But you’ll take it, though. You don’t have any other choice...” Grasping her hair, he hauled her up until her back hit his chest, the leather binding her wrists creaking, “...and that’s what turns you on the most, isn’t it?” 

“Mm,” she mewled, her heart crashing like a storm within her chest. 

“You can speak now, honey. I wanna hear you beg for my cock.” 

Oh, he was evil. Yes, she liked it more than she was prepared to admit. Just because she was completely at his mercy, though, it didn’t mean she couldn’t claw a little control back, use her words to her advantage. 

“You have no idea how much I want to feel you sliding that perfect, thick cock right up in me. I need it, need to feel you pounding me into the bed while you hold me down, spread me wide, make me scream for you. Please, baby. Please fuck me.” 

She was forced back down again, his cock nudging against her clit before it moved to spear into her, filling her deep. She cried out as he split her, her walls fluttering madly, the sensation of it fizzing down to her bones. He fell into a rhythm that had her gasping, hips hitting hard against her as the sound of flesh smacking together filled the air, his thickness scraping sparks through her walls.  

He was heavy and overbearing within her, hand fisted tightly in her hair, the other moving to clasp her where she was bound, fingers grasping hers in a move much tenderer than the onslaught he fucked her with. His groans went to gravel, like boulders crashing against one another, pounding against a spot within her that sent constellations glittering into life.  

Her tight, wet walls pulsed around him, drawing grits and cusses from him as he railed her into the bed, hand spanking another welt onto her ass, his fingers entwining with hers again as they both began to hurtle towards nirvana. Releasing the grasp on her neck, his hand moved beneath her, fingers stretching to tease heat at her clit, her wails hoarse, body shuddering against his as he moved like a jackhammer within her.  

It was fervid and wild, his cock hitting her summit again and again as she felt it jerk, her waves crashing against his shore as she came with a feral cry, the sensation of it rolling up her spine and back again as she felt him filling her with cum. He finally slowed, the flutters of her walls around him keeping him under the spell her body had cast upon him, hands moving to unfasten her binding. He gently rubbed her wrists, cock exiting her, watching the load he’d just shot deep beginning to drip out.  

They collapsed then, finding one another’s arms, everything melting into sweet serenity as they shared soft kisses, and time stood still. Neither had experienced contentment quite like it before. 

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Sky Full of Stars - Chapter Four.

Here you go then, guys. An entire chapter of smut. Go forth and devour ;)

Previous chapters - One Two Three

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 4,633

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI!

What began as a rapid undressing of two people consumed by desire for one another slowed in tempo by the time their naked bodies hit the bed, though it still burned like the heat of a thousand suns. His body blanketed hers, chiselled muscles pressing her into the soft, white linen beneath, his tongue pooling a lick at the dip of her neck, lips scattering kisses upon the side of her throat.  

He felt glorious against her, her hands chartering the exploration of his body, a flush of goose pimples rising over his back as her short nails softly clawed down his sides, his teeth nipping at her neck before his mouth lowered. Wetting her hand with a slippery lick, she reached to curl a grasp around what had to be one of the most perfect, thick cocks she had ever witnessed, feeling it twitch against the slow pull she teased, a soft groan vibrating his throat as he sucked her nipple.  

“Mmm,” she purred, thumb rubbing the head of him, his abs twitching against her arm, “you’re so big.”  

“Mmhm.” he hummed with a wink, moving to kiss her with need before he slid from her grasp, elbows knocking her thighs further apart, his tongue circling her navel. He had her burning with incandescence, her flames rising to his touch, hips quaking when she felt him drag a thumb through her already glistening folds. Seeking out her clit, he began to stroke it teasingly lightly, barely any pressure there as his thumb circled, her little cry setting his insides to tingle.  

She felt it rush over her nerves in a glimmer, panting softly, that tentative contact becoming firmer as she felt his other hand move, two fingers pushing into her while his mouth moved to press hot, open-mouthed kisses upon her inner thigh. A simple crook of his fingers, raking them against her walls slowly but firmly sent heat skipping over her nerves, his eyes transfixed at the sight of her spread before him, completely lost to the bliss of his hands.  

“Oh, fuck that feels so good!” she cried, legs writhing, jolting a little when his teeth nipped softly at her inner thigh. 

He’d intended to tease her with the anticipation of it a little longer, but the sight of her, the warm wet glossing his fingers, those soft moans. It would take a stronger man than him to resist moving his hands and instead, burying his mouth against the soaked velvet of her folds. Each lick pressed into her firmly, his groan of desire all grit and baritone, nose tickled against the little landing strip of hair remaining, tongue flickering against the hot gush of her opening before it rolled up to begin beating against her clit.  

“Holy shit!” she gasped, her hands rooting in his hair, “how fucking fast can you move your tongue?” 

She felt him smile against her, sucking on her clit while looking up, hands reaching to gently knead her breasts. “Faster than that.”  

He... what? 

“You’re going to ruin me, aren’t you?” 

A deep laugh echoed his throat. “Yeah, that’s a given.”  

Despite her words, she wasn’t sure if he was being serious, until she felt it for herself, the tip of his tongue whirling rapidly over her hardened little bud, her eyes rolling back in her head as her mouth dropped open. How was he real? Truly, where was the downside of this gorgeous, intelligent, funny, lovely man who had a tongue that challenged the speed of sound? How? He’d likely have a flaw somewhere, but right at that moment, she was enjoying him being without any at all as he ate her with fervent desire.  

Her moans escalated, hands tugging his hair hard as she writhed against the relentlessness of every rapid lick, the ecstasy set to a rushing flood that poured golden through her veins. Holy shit. Not even she had made herself come that quickly before. She was only vaguely aware of him kissing her thigh for a few moments in the aftermath, her head fuzzy, lost to the pulse of her orgasm still throbbing through her entire being.  

The feeling of him pushing into her brought her back, her mouth dropping open. Oh, god. Even bigger than it looked, and... 

“Erm... condom?” she spoke, raising an eyebrow. 

He smirked, reaching out to grasp the empty wrapper between his fingers. “Already there. You were too busy being tongue drunk to notice.”  

“Oh,” she laughed quietly, whimpering softly as he began to move within her, kissing him with slow, sumptuous heat. “Are you going to get me nicely dick drunk now, too?” 

His eyes shone with lust, the green somehow seeming even brighter, although those beautiful irises were rapidly becoming eclipsed by the inking of his pupils. “Absolutely hammered, honey.”  

Utter adoration spurred the kisses they shared, fervent and hungry, her hands roaming his arms as she undulated her hips up into him, loving the feeling of being filled and stretched out, the pace even and rolling to begin with, their sync perfect.  

“Gorgeous,” he panted, hands running tenderly down her face, “so fucking beautiful.” 

Those words made her feel elated, their kisses heating up as he began to breech her with more urgency, cock hitting her summit as the need for greater friction consumed him. Her nails grazed his back, her soft moans becoming louder, legs winding around him as his thrusts quickly became completely uncontained in all out frenzy.  

“Oh, god. Fuck me.” she purred. He did, and oh, it was relentless. It was everything she hoped it would be over the past three days. She drank him in, knowing she only had four days left to enjoy this, savouring the feeling of his cock arrowing her soaking centre deeply, her nerves buzzing, pleasure streaking through her like a hail of shooting stars beneath her skin.   

Each hot, rhythmic grind against her walls had her fluttering madly, the breath knocked from her. Yes, he was ferocious with her, but it wasn’t a mindless battering of her innermost sacred area. He fucked her with purpose, knew exactly how to align his cock so it yielded nothing but pleasure within her, his groans hungry at her neck, hands pawing, lost and adrift on the vast sea that was sex with the woman who had captivated him beyond comprehension.  

It became so intense, she was unsure whether she was pulling back or driving against him, the sizzle of pleasure igniting her down to her very bones as his thrusts became staccato, both hurtling towards sweet, throbbing culmination. The heat snapped like a tempest, her thighs going rigid around him, his diligence tipping her into the swell of heaven mere moments after him.  

He continued to move in a slow glide within her, everything softening, his hands cupping her cheeks, kissing her, both fighting to breathe. They gazed with complete fondness at one another, Jade enjoying the way his cock felt as it twitched inside her, the burn of her release gently ebbing away. Eventually they found their way beneath the covers, only four hours of sleep in the early hours dictating they enjoy the comfort of a bed to also rest their heads in, Adrien curling around her as they drifted off.  

They’d been sleeping for two hours when Jade awoke to a strange noise, feeling a sudden shaking behind her. Turning, she saw him, hand clasped over his mouth, finally letting his laughter boom when he saw she’d woken herself up.  

“What the hell was that noise?” she asked sleepily, only tipping him into further hysterics. 

“You!” he hissed, “you just made a moo noise! It wasn’t even like a cow mooing, though. It was more a person doing a bad impersonation of a baby cow. Oh my god!”  

Not another nocturnal noise. Hiding her face, she felt warmth growing across her cheeks, eventually laughing as she emerged, Adrien pulling her into his arms. “Moo. That’s your name now.”  

And now a further nickname thanks to the aforementioned nocturnal noises. “Oh, my life. Famed for the noises I can make into a microphone and cursed by the ones I do in my sleep!” Looking at him, she aimed a soft slap to his shoulder. “Stop laughing at me!” 

“I can’t! It’s too funny!” He finally managed to compose himself, sensing her embarrassment, laying kisses atop her head as he stroked her hair.  

“I’m going to get you back, you know,” she spoke, moving out from his embrace as she turned him onto his back, seating herself astride him while stroking his chest. “You might enjoy it, though. It depends.” 

His eyebrow arched. “On what?” 

“On how open you are to the idea of relinquishing control.”  

“Hm,” he mused, looking thoughtful. “Usually not that much, my dominant streak is pretty hard wired. What did you have in mind?”  

Reaching to the side of the bed, he grabbed his jeans, pulling the belt free as she fixed him with a very suggestive look. Five minutes on from that, and he found himself bound tightly to the bedframe by his wrists, the brand-new leather a little constrictive against his skin. If anything, that added to the overall effect of being tied up, though.  

It then occurred to him; he was thirty-six, had done much tying up of his lover’s past, but this was the first time he’d ever allowed somebody else to do so with him. Swiftly, he became absent of all thoughts at all, her mouth teasing its way all over his body, finally reaching his cock and toying with him, a few kisses fluttered over the very tip, leaving him hanging in suspense before finally, her mouth sank, lips closing tightly around the base.  

His mouth dropped open, her lips pulsing around him a couple of times as he looked down at her in disbelief. “Um, I’m not complaining, but do you even have a gag reflex?” 

She dragged her mouth back up the thick of his shaft slowly, so slowly, his eyes virtually crossed, releasing him with a little slippery pop. “Nope.” Winking, her mouth travelled back down again, his head thudding against the pillows with a deep groan, chuckling a laugh that was one hundred percent filthy.  

Beautiful, talented, interesting, funny, sweet, and no gag reflex. He’d found the holy grail.  

“I swear,” she murmured, running her tongue up the thickened vein on the underside of his shaft, “you have the most perfect cock I have ever seen. They’re not aesthetically pleasing, but yours is. It’s beautiful. Mmm, feels just as gorgeous as it looks, too.” And she was complimentary, which didn’t hurt his ego at all. Each drag of her mouth had his muscles twitching, her hand taking over, tongue flickering over the very tip until she drew the kind of groans from him that arrowed right between her thighs.  

She had him gleaming from the wet of her tongue, hand tugging up and down as she sucked the head of him, hearing the leather creaking, his muscles bulging as he began to pull against the restraint. Letting him cool down, she moved her mouth to his chiselled abs, tongue trailing the rises and falls, hand pumping softly, making him keen for more, his back arching a little from the bed.  

Returning her mouth, she took him right to her throat once more, keeping it slow, slow, slow, the little shocks skittering over his muscles flourishing to relentless quivers, his cock jerking as she sucked him, tongue darting from side to side, sending him on a clear trajectory to utter mindlessness. Releasing him, she chartered a lick from the dark hair leading from his navel, slowly over his abs, up to his chest, softly biting his nipple as she moved astride him, guiding his harness into the slippery clasp of her... 

“Damn, that pretty little pussy is fucking soaking,” he groaned, hissing a moan when her teeth crushed against his nipple again with a little more acerbity, Jade sitting up to sink down on him fully. 

“All because of you, gorgeous. Seriously, just looking at you gets me wet.” Her purr preceded a lust filled gaze, smiling as she watched the pleasure dance in his eyes, licking her lip and squeezing her inner muscles around him in a powerful, viscid series of clenches. After a brief exchange had revealed both to be fine where STI’s were concerned and her on the pill, the idea of condoms had been abandoned. “I can’t wait to feel you fill me with cum, but baby, it isn’t going to happen anytime soon.”  

“Isn't it?” he rumbled, a sharp buck of his hips almost unseating her. 

“Ah, ah,” she warned, grasping his jaw, pushing two fingers into his mouth while lowering her lips to his neck. “None of that. Be a good boy and I’ll fuck you. Misbehave, and I’ll punish you. Understand?” Moving until only the very head of his cock remained within her, she squeezed on him again, and god, what that and her words did to his brain. 

Static. Mere buzzing where his thoughts would be. Thank you and goodnight, ladies and gentlemen. Adrien Brody had left the building. He was being dominated for the first time in his life, and it hit him with blunt force gravitas, how much it truly sparked his arousal from burning flames to complete wildfire.  

“Mmhmm.” he hummed in confirmation, sucking her fingers as she slowly pulled them from his mouth, replacing them for her tongue and kissing him with burning finesse. Rolling her hips, she ensnared the entire length of his shaft again, walls pulsing on him, pulling rumbling groans from deep in his chest that slowly begin to soften in pitch, a little helpless, his body still shuddering with an edge of hunger beneath hers.  

When she’d told him she was a cock tease, she had not been lying. At all.  

Finally, after squeezing and releasing him to the point of overly aroused agony, she began to slide upon him, hips weaving in a figure of eight and furtherly reducing him to a shaking wreck of a man beneath her. He was ruined, the sensation of his cock hitting her insides at every angle and depth fluttering up his spine, heart hammering so wildly he could hear the thrum of it echoing through his ears.  

She was a sexual goddess, a poison flower, the kind of woman who knew how to flay a man’s senses right down to the razor’s edge of his nerves, but in a way he wouldn’t ever be able to cease craving. It was that sharp edge she kept him teetering upon, too, building him up, watching carefully, gauging when he was close only to stop dead and deny his falling into the whirling, crashing sea of ecstasy he so desperately wanted to drown within.  

“If I... fuck... have a damned heart attack... just let it be known... I died... very happy,” he panted, hardly able to string a sentence together, Jade leaning to him, running her tongue in a slow glide up his cheek. She’d worked him to the point of orgasm six times, edging him to the boundaries of his own sanity. All the while too, watching the illimitably erotic sight of her fingers sweeping in circles over her clit. No wonder he could barely speak. The poor man was shaking like a leaf beneath her, finely sheened with sweat. It was time.  

The intent she began to move with had entire constellations lighting up and collapsing within him, hissing mutters of both curses and prayers as he felt it burn through him, cock jerking and filling her, coming so hard he felt knocked sideways by it. Her own undoing cascaded through her in ceaseless waves, all those little darts hitting every target, but none more so than watching just how hard he’d unravelled beneath her.  

“Are you okay down there?” she asked sweetly, giggling softly at the way his mouth hung agape, blinking slowly, eyebrows rising as he panted hard.  

“Yeah,” he finally croaked, grinning widely, “I’ve never come that hard in my entire life. Wow.”  

Leaning to him, they kissed with gentle heat, Jade reaching to unfasten the belt binding him to the bed, climbing off him to walk in a somewhat bow-legged stagger to the bathroom. Feeling very pleased with herself, she went about her business, washing her hands and splashing her face with water, her minimal makeup still looking good.  

Opening the door, she nearly died of fright, seeing Adrien standing right there. She’d assumed him to be still lost to the ebbing of his release, but no. Not so much. And the way he looked at her? Oooh.  

“You shouldn’t have untied me,” he spoke, deep voice raspy and sexy, a smirk beginning to tilt the corner of his mouth. 

“Shouldn’t I?” she asked, leaning against the doorframe. 

He shook his head, ducking to throw her over her shoulder. “You’re in trouble now.” 

The force of the spank he placed to her ass made her eyes widen, Jade carried back to the bed with the hugest grin upon her face. Another hard slap had her squealing, her mouth dropping open. If that was a starter smack, would she even be able to sit down once he was done with her?  

He placed her down on the end of the bed, hands reaching beneath her arms to pull her up until she was kneeling, hand lifting her chin, his thumb running over her lower lip. “Stay there. Don’t you move an inch.” 

The way he delivered those words, the instruction clear and firm, ohhh. As a woman very much in the driving seat of her life, one who did not give up control easily or bend to the will of others unless she wanted to, being given orders didn’t sit well with her. However, that one did. The little sparkle rippling her core told her how much, too.  

The bed dipped with his weight as he moved behind her, Jade hearing the sound of his belt buckle rattle, the leather caressing her forearms as he bound them together. He weaved it around, her wrists crossed and fastened, lamenting that he didn’t have something more substantial than a mere belt. “I wish I had access to rope. I’d bind you up if we were at my place, suspend you from the hook I have hanging on a chain above my bed, and make you watch me fuck you while you’re all tied up tight.” 

Fire. Blazing fire burned through her, his lips dropping hot, opened mouthed kisses against her neck, hands moving to stroke swirls across her breasts. “So, you’re a freak, is what you’re telling me, hmm?” 

“On occasion.” His teeth nipped at her earlobe, a rumbled chuckle setting her blood to boil. “Shhh. No more talking. I’m accepting pretty little moans only, or nothing at all.”  

Nobody told her to shush, and she liked it about as much as she didn’t. And he knew. His hands slid over her skin, chartering paths of heat, one reaching her throat and gently grasping. It flashed through her mind for a moment, the last time her neck had been held, her body stiffening until the stroke of his fingertips over her throat brought her back from memories of the man who’d hurt her worse than she’d ever been, back to the one she felt herself falling easily into a place of trust with.  

A few more kisses were scattered over her neck, her shoulder, feeling him move himself beneath her, Adrien taking to his back and pushing her thighs apart, her body lowering to straddle his head. The desire to reach for his gloriously muscular arms as he brought them through her thighs gap as well was huge, not settling with the notion of being incapacitated quite as well as he had, her finger beginning to fiddle in an attempt to free herself.  

Immediately, she was reprimanded, his hand smacking her ass so hard, her eyes watered. “Behave.” 

“It’s your fault,” she purred, watching as he laid kisses upon her inner thighs, “having those gorgeous arms I’m just dying to stroke.” 

His hand met her ass again, the smack even harder. “I said no talking, Jade.”  

“But...”  

Again, his hand brought a stinging reprimand. “With every word you keep speaking, I’ll add another minute to how long you have to wait to feel my mouth right here.” He kissed her slit, that press of his lips making her nerves bounce, Jade biting her lip and nodding. She could have continued to fight, not bend to him, but oh, not when she remembered how crazily good that man was with his tongue. If obedience meant she’d receive that faster, then she could be good for him. 

His mouth ghosted around her apex, teasing the promise, soft kisses eventually pressed, his tongue licking the uppermost juncture of her thigh, her legs beginning to quiver. His lips brought sparks to cinder upon her skin, the arousal rushing over her body like a spring breeze with just the slightest tingle of chill, his teeth closing in a soft bite upon her thigh making her muscles bounce.  

His tease had her teetering on the precipice of anticipation, more so than she could ever remember, big hands kneading her tits, thumbs skimming over her pebbled nipples until finally, she felt the gratification she needed. Pushing his tongue flat against her dewy opening, he ran a long, slow, firm lick up to her clit, the wide press parting her folds with delicious precision.  

The taste of her flooded his senses, earthy like honey with a little note of citrus sharp, a few more long licks pulling the kind of moans from her that made his cock begin twitching back into life, closing her nipples in a soft pinch between his thumbs and forefingers. Her hips began to sway, and he allowed it, happily left her ride the blade of his tongue, swirling through her folds with a hungry grunt.  

A bonfire of pleasure began to crackle deep, like the amber of flames glowing through the blackest of nights, her breath shuddered as she felt his nose very deliberately nudging her clit while his tongue dipped her soaking hole. God, he was too good. Biting sparks flickered when he returned his tongue to her bud, circling her, slowly and firmly, watching her soft abs flex, fingers pinching firmer as he rolled her nipples deliciously between his thumbs and forefingers.  

Each expeditious flicker of his tongue all over her swollen clit pulled her pleasure further forth, her soft moans escalating to helpless wails, thighs shaking. She knew he’d do it, guessed his intention would be to – as he had warned when they first met – tease her back twice as badly, Adrien removing the contact and turning his head to kiss her inner thigh.  

The indignance of being left on simmer almost prompted her voice, to verbalise in protest, but she didn’t dare. Not if it meant he ceased altogether. Edging she could handle, but having his mouth right there against her sex without the incandescent laving of his tongue would be a torture she couldn’t withstand.  

Still, she was made to wait, the heat of his breath against her doing nothing but further driving her need, his tongue finally returning to her, chasing the pleasure until it welled warm and syrupy down her spine, puddling at her cunt, soaking his mouth. She likely thought he’d edge her to death with his mouth, but he was nothing if not a lover prepared to keep the woman he was with guessing.  

Closing his lips around her clit, he began to suck, increasing the pressure, smiling against the velvet wet of her as he evoked those beautiful, helpless, lust drenched wails, stopping at the crucial moment to gently touch his tongue against her instead. It wasn’t quite a lick, tiny little prods enough to keep her in rapture, but not enough to let her release surge.  

He removed his mouth entirely then, moving to kneel behind her, sliding a fingertip down her spine, his tongue then slowly following the path back up as his hand gently grasped the back of her neck, pushing gently but firmly.  

“Down.”  

That one simple word, delivered in rumbling baritone, sent pleasure skittering over her nerves, the force of his hand pressing her into the comforter and holding her there only adding to the forest fire that began to burn through her.  

Grasping his cock, he began to tease her folds, parting her walls an inch, then two, her whine helpless. “Told you, twice as badly.” He chuckled, making her growl low in her throat, his big hand coming down to smack her ass, the other rooting itself in her mountain of blonde waves. “But you’ll take it, though. You don’t have any other choice...” Grasping her hair, he hauled her up until her back hit his chest, the leather binding her wrists creaking, “...and that’s what turns you on the most, isn’t it?” 

“Mm,” she mewled, her heart crashing like a storm within her chest. 

“You can speak now, honey. I wanna hear you beg for my cock.” 

Oh, he was evil. Yes, she liked it more than she was prepared to admit. Just because she was completely at his mercy, though, it didn’t mean she couldn’t claw a little control back, use her words to her advantage. 

“You have no idea how much I want to feel you sliding that perfect, thick cock right up in me. I need it, need to feel you pounding me into the bed while you hold me down, spread me wide, make me scream for you. Please, baby. Please fuck me.” 

She was forced back down again, his cock nudging against her clit before it moved to spear into her, filling her deep. She cried out as he split her, her walls fluttering madly, the sensation of it fizzing down to her bones. He fell into a rhythm that had her gasping, hips hitting hard against her as the sound of flesh smacking together filled the air, his thickness scraping sparks through her walls.  

He was heavy and overbearing within her, hand fisted tightly in her hair, the other moving to clasp her where she was bound, fingers grasping hers in a move much tenderer than the onslaught he fucked her with. His groans went to gravel, like boulders crashing against one another, pounding against a spot within her that sent constellations glittering into life.  

Her tight, wet walls pulsed around him, drawing grits and cusses from him as he railed her into the bed, hand spanking another welt onto her ass, his fingers entwining with hers again as they both began to hurtle towards nirvana. Releasing the grasp on her neck, his hand moved beneath her, fingers stretching to tease heat at her clit, her wails hoarse, body shuddering against his as he moved like a jackhammer within her.  

It was fervid and wild, his cock hitting her summit again and again as she felt it jerk, her waves crashing against his shore as she came with a feral cry, the sensation of it rolling up her spine and back again as she felt him filling her with cum. He finally slowed, the flutters of her walls around him keeping him under the spell her body had cast upon him, hands moving to unfasten her binding. He gently rubbed her wrists, cock exiting her, watching the load he’d just shot deep beginning to drip out.  

They collapsed then, finding one another’s arms, everything melting into sweet serenity as they shared soft kisses, and time stood still. Neither had experienced contentment quite like it before. 

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[darklydeliciousdesires]

Thank you, darling, for your lovely words.

No, it definitely would not have been on brand for Emily to stand up to Filomena. She might not quite be as shy and meek as she once was, but such a confrontation would not make her feel comfortable in the slightest. With Luca, though, she knows that she can, because she knows that he listens to her, perhaps a lot more than he'd ever admit (because what man of that time period especially ever would??) But yes, Filomena is sadly a mess after how he treated her, and the heart wants what it wants, and now she sees him with a brand new love, treating her with more regard and respect than he ever did her, she wants some of that for herself and doesn't understand why it couldn't be different when he was married to her. Only natural, really. I know if I was in that situation, while I wouldn't want him back, I would be questioning why he hadn't been like that for me too, you know?

So thrilled you're enjoying the story so far. I can't wait to share more with you!

Nobody's Girl - Chapter Eight.

Fuck it, it's Friday, I'm feeling generous, have another chapter! Enjoy, besties!

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven

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Words - 3,145

Warnings - Adult content throughout, minors DNI!

Hundreds of times. Hundreds? She didn’t know why, when infidelity was infidelity, but having the assumption that he’d only partook of a few extra marital dalliances shattered by the fact that it had been over a hundred women throughout the eighteen-year span of his marriage, was suddenly so much worse to bear. Especially when he’d surmised it as “a few” when confessing that to her.  

Hundreds was far from few. 

Not really knowing what to do or where to go, she wandered through the rooms, hearing her name called eventually when she got to the sprawling lounge. 

“Dolly, hey. You alright?” Greta asked gently, placing a hand on her shoulder. She turned, the woman feeling her heart sink. “No, you aren't. Come on, come here.” She let herself be pulled into the hug, crying further, feeling tumultuous inside. “Scared, huh, that he’ll do the same thing to you.” 

“No... maybe... oh, god, I don’t know,” she sniffed, pulling back, thanking Greta for the handkerchief she offered. “He says it’s different with me, that he hasn’t cheated and doesn’t plan on doing so either. Am I stupid to believe that? When he told me he’d been unfaithful in the past, he left out the part detailing exactly how much. He said a few, Greta. Hundreds is not a few!” 

Her friend sighed through a sad smile, her eyebrows drawing up, eyes full of sympathy for the poor girl. “I can’t answer that question for you, toots. All I can say though is, and I dunno if this is wishful thinking or not, but maybe he’s got it outta his system now? He’s forty-three, more grown than he was back in his twenties when he and Fil got married. Maybe he just didn’t wanna scare you by being so candid with the exact number?”  

She was attempting her best to stick a dressing over her pain, and while Emily thought such charity was very indicative of Greta’s kind nature, it wasn’t what she needed. “Do leopards ever really change their spots?” 

Shrugging, Greta called upon a few examples. “Well, the man used to chain smoke like a chimney, but quit two years back since he said, and I quote, ‘I don’t think my chest is meant to fuckin’ rattle when I breathe’, which he noticed went away the less he smoked. S’why he always has the...” 

“Toothpick,” Emily finished for her, “to distract himself from wanting to light up. Yeah, he told me about that. It isn’t the same, though. Smoking is a habit.” 

“So’s fucking other women, dolly. Habits can be broken, if you want it badly enough.”  

Sighing, she looked down at her feet for a second, lips pursing as she twisted them from side to side, still under the duress of discomfort though her tears had finally stopped. “It’s the fact he glossed over it that bothers me more than anything.” Leaning to Greta, she kissed her cheek. “Thanks for being a good friend. I’m going to take a little walk; I need to calm down.” 

Her walk took her across the property over to a long line of trees, a dirt road that looked to lead down to a group of outbuildings. She’d have taken the lake, but she didn’t want to run into Luca on his way around it with the kids. Besides, she wasn’t ready to face him yet.  

It was conflicting to her, having virtually no temper, always preferring the calm approach regarding conflict and now being left with nothing but fury in her belly and the desire to slap his face for downplaying his infidelities. Why had he lied? If he’d opened up enough to tell her in the first place, be candid, then why was he hiding the complete truth?  

Her mind could only go to one place; the place of him knowing deep down, he’d probably do it again. That was, if he hadn’t already.  

Fear shunted through her veins like a freight train, the distressing thought of losing him because he couldn’t be faithful to her. The pain of it crushed her fragile spirit, and that was only in imagining what it would be like to discover his deceit. It flew in stark contrast to the fact that Emily well knew his gaze towards her was fonder than anybody else, save his children. Love came in at the eyes and took a path directly to the heart, and every time he looked at her, she felt it beam his adoration right into her chest.  

Truly, she had no reason to doubt his sincerity, and she honestly had believed him when he’d sworn he hadn’t ever been untrue to her. Funnily enough, she was perhaps the only person in his life who knew when he was lying. He didn’t do it often, but every time he did, his thumb stroked over the crucifix tattoo upon the middle finger of his right hand, as if silently asking forgiveness from god for his sins. It was a barely noticeable tell, but she’d picked up on it when witnessing him bullshitting people.  

Reaching the outbuildings, she saw that it had once housed a stable block, the structure now crumbling from rotted wood, in no fit state to house a living creature. It was a shame, she thought, imagining what it must have looked like back when it was built, which she guessed was likely in the eighteen seventies, going on the overall design of the property.  

He said he lost count when he hit triple digits. 

Filomena’s words smacked her sharply again, raking a hand through her curls as she sighed, kicking a pebble across the dusty ground beneath her feet. Would he, though? Was the man who was all hers truly looking to seek out an alternative to it just being him and her? The man who confessed his sins to her in the dead of night as they lay talking, truly, would he forsake the bond they shared for the dalliance with a warm body that was not hers?  

She’d truly liked to have thought she was much less naive than she had been in the almost six months she had been in his life for, learning from him how not to let anyone take her for a ride, learn how to be shrewder, wiser, less easy to manipulate. Why teach her to be anything else, if he indented to hoodwink her? Surely, the man would want her to remain the unworldly little waif who always put her trust in the wrong people, should he have planned to be deceitful to her?  

It didn’t make sense.  

A frown knitted her dainty features, turning to slope off back the way she’d come, her ears picking up on the sound of a cawing coming from one of the huge trees to the side of the path. Looking up, there upon the branches slowly becoming thicker with the lush green of spring, sat a pure white crow. She’d never seen one before, stopping to look up at the bird, its blue eyes staring back at her before it began to caw again, ruffling its feathers.  

A second bird then swooped down, its coal black wings wide, folding neatly as it landed beside its white counterpart, the creatures making soft noises of greeting to one another. She witnessed it, the little display of affection, the black one beginning to preen the white, gentle beak clicks sounding its contentment.  

They reminded her of she and Luca; the light and the dark, bonded effortlessly despite being so different.  

Walking back towards the house, she still had no idea what on earth to say to him when they came face to face, picking out the figure of Filomena still sitting outside, hearing the sound of the children screaming with mirth as they ran up from the lake. She thought he’d maybe gone inside already, but as she took the stone steps that led back up the rolling garden, she heard him shout behind her, telling Guiseppe not to throw rocks at his sister.  

She hurried her pace, wanting to move back into the house and avoid him, but that wasn’t easy when her man had legs longer than the average Derby winner. “Hey, where are you rushing to, amore?” 

The face he was met with took him aback, her expression hardened a little as her eyes darted and she dropped her chin. “Inside.” 

Of course, he persisted. “What’s wrong, huh? You’re not your usual self.”  

His hands prevented her movement, Emily pulling herself from his grasp, her hand moving to strike him sharply across the cheek. It was the first time she’d slapped anyone, and she hated it, especially watching the confusion and anger flit across his face, his mood darkening rapidly. “I never am when I’m lied to. A few, you told me of your affairs. Not over a hundred women, as I learned.” 

He bit his back teeth together, his head snapping to look up at the house, where Filomena sat, a very captive audience to it. “I told you not to listen to her poison, Emily. I explicitly told you that.”  

The fact he couldn’t meet her eye confirmed it. “It isn’t poison when it’s true though, is it? No matter how malicious her intent was. It’s still true, and you still tried to hide that from me.”  

Walking away, she was just stepping back into the house again when she heard Luca explode like a bomb, hurling insults towards his ex-wife in savagely delivered Italian, his fury let loose. “Excuse me, please can you show me up to the bedroom?” she asked Catherine, the housekeeper who had come with them, the woman nodding as she changed direction immediately.  

She looked relieved to be escaping the immediate proximity of the Italian hellfire being flung back and forth outside, Emily closing her ears to it as she trotted up the many steps comprising the marble staircase behind the woman who looked like she had seen the two people they’d left in their wake becoming furious with one another one too many times before.  

“End of the hallway, miss. If you’ll excuse me, I have to go and help chef prepare dinner.” Pulling her shoes from her slightly sore feet, she carried them while padding along the carpeted hallway, again studying her surroundings as she went, trying to take her mind off her current predicament.  

Entering the bedroom, her mouth fell open, the space absolutely beautiful. It was all art deco, the decadence actually very simply done, black walls with white mouldings and ceiling, the hardwood floor furnished with fluffy white rugs, and as Luca had already revealed, a very big four poster bed in the centre. Sitting on the edge, she fell back into the comfort of the fresh, white linen, her eyes picking out the details of the ornate moulding around the chandelier that hung above, glad she was surrounded by silence.  

Needing something to do in order to keep her mind occupied, she moved to where their belongings had been placed, Luca bringing very little with him since he of course already had everything he needed right there. She began to hang up her own items in the large, sparse wardrobe, knowing that she’d packed too much, remembering back to that morning when he’d told her that, too.  

Just as she was placing her jewellery away, her peace was disturbed by a tightly wound looking Luca, coming in and clicking the door shut behind him.  

“Emily, I’m sorry for what she said to you.” 

An interesting choice of words. “You’re sorry for what she said, but not the fact you tried to hide the extent of your philandering from me?” She spoke tersely, fingers untangling her multi-stranded pearl necklace. She knew she should have brought it up in a box as opposed to the silk bag she’d stashed everything in to save space. 

He moved to her, standing there in imposition, giving her no choice but to eventually look up at him once she’d finished her task. “Please, honey. Don’t let her get between us. This? It's exactly what that fuckin’ rattlesnake of a woman is lookin’ for.” 

She couldn’t believe her ears. “It might be what she’s looking for, I don’t deny that from what you’ve told me about her. She isn’t coming between us, though. I asked you straight up, how many times you’d been unfaithful to her and what was your reply? A few. A fucking few! Losing count when you got to a hundred isn’t a few, Luca. Jesus god!” 

Moving to the window, she needed space between them, irritated when he followed her. “Emily, just listen...” 

“To what?” she snapped, “more lies?” 

“I didn’t tell you ‘cuz I wanted to spare you it, the fuckin’ ugly truth of the man I was with her.” He reached for her cheek, stroking it, his chest a field of sharpened glass when she knocked his hand away. “I ain’t that man anymore, baby. Not now I have you.” 

Her nostrils flared, eyes fixing him sternly. “You still lied to me. I needed to know the whole truth, Luca.” 

“Oh, you fuckin’ did, huh?” he replied, his agitation winding once more, like somebody weaving thread into a loom. Why wasn’t the fact he wanted to be better for her enough?  

“Yes, I fucking did!” she yelled, tipping him to explosion. 

“What is it that you want me to tell you, Emily? You wanna hear it all, huh? How I was fuckin’ everything with a pulse from day one? You wanna hear how I took a waitress into the bathroom at my own wedding and fucked her over the sinks? Or how about when nobody could get a hold of me when Fil was in labour with Milania, because instead of bein’ a good husband and waiting outside for my first child to arrive, I was at a private sex club in Manhattan in the middle of an orgy? How about that, huh?” 

It hit her in cold waves, to hear of such behaviour, delivered so loudly too. He never shouted or went on angry tirades, and she hated bearing the brunt of it. It wasn’t her he was angry at, though, and she saw it so clearly. He couldn’t meet her eye, pacing slowly as he dropped his head and ran his hand over the back of his neck.  

She moved to him, reaching for his arm, stroking the lean muscle beneath the white shirt. “It isn’t Filomena you’re mad at, is it?” 

His eyes locked onto a point in the distance, jaw tightened, offering only silence.  

“Luca, you can’t make amends for how you acted in your marriage by being flawless in your relationship with me. And I love that you are, I believe you when you say you haven’t and won’t stray from me. I’m not the one who needs your apology, though. She does. She’s still hurting because you hurt her.”  

There it was, the truth his ego had successfully stuffed down for the last year, tried to mask behind the lie he told himself that his wife didn’t care about his infidelity when in fact, she did. She simply didn’t want to break her heart or her marriage by confronting him over it, until she was literally confronted by his adultery right there in their bed.  

He’d never be a good man, not truly. He was the head of an organised crime family, after all. He could, however, be better to the people who cared about him, though. Even if it was now in past tense. His pride still swelled, much too strongly to come out and tell Emily she was right in that moment, his eyes finally finding hers as he turned, taking her hands in his and squeezing them.  

“Gimme a minute.” Striding out of the room, he moved through the house, Emily looking down at the lawn below where Filomena stood, Luca joining her after a few moments.  

She turned around, her eyes glassy, looking up at the man who had torn her heart out, Luca opening his arms and wrapping her in a hug. He stroked her hair, kissing the top of her head multiple times as she wept against his chest, finally - and earnestly - delivering the words she’d so sorely needed to hear. 

“I’m sorry. For everythin’ I put you through. Wasn’t your fault, it was all me.” 

She cried harder upon hearing the apology, looking up at him, her eyes pleading as she stroked his face. “Then if you’re sorry, come back to me. Please. We’re you’re family, Luca. Send the girl packin’, let’s start again.”  

Her statement took him by huge surprise, seeing the sudden vulnerability in the woman so formidable, so embittered by her need to hurt him as much as he had her. It truly rocked him for a few seconds, letting out a long sigh. He covered her hands for his own for a moment, removing them from his cheeks. “No, Fil,” he spoke, shaking his head, “my future is with her now. I’ve been angry at myself all this time, not you, and you needed to know that. That’s all. I ain’t ever gonna be no one else’s but hers.”  

“She won’t love you like I do,” she tried, Luca shaking his head again.  

“She won’t, no. She loves me differently, holds me fuckin’ accountable, makes me wanna be better. I shouldda been better to you, though. Just know that I know, but we ain’t tryin’ again. It’s not what I want.” He walked away then, knowing she likely wouldn’t take his rejection lying down. It wasn’t the woman she was. The man he’d become, though, was somebody he intended on remaining, going back into the house, finding Emily still within the bedroom, and taking her in his arms to plant a passionate kiss upon her mouth.  

“What was that for?” she asked, a little breathless from it, her cheeks flushing.  

He rested his forehead to hers, hands stroking her neck. “For being you, cara mia. I ain’t ever gonna be a good man, but I will be to you. Because of you.” His mouth met hers again, fingers beginning to tease the buttons of her dress undone, their need and longing for one another flickering into greater heat, his big hands grasping her narrow waist and carrying her to the bed.  

“I’m sorry I lied to you,” he began, lips planted kisses on her neck, “and I’m sorry I yelled at you.” His lips rained hot over her breasts, pulling her brassiere from her after flicking the clasps undone, “and I need you to know how much I fuckin’ love you.”  

“Don’t tell me,” she gasped, hands all over him, desire charging over her skin. “Show me.” 

Oh, how he showed her. 

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[darklydeliciousdesires]

Awww, thank you, Lee!

Yeah, I thought it would be fun to show domination from the perspective of a woman doing it, but having them both more than happy to switch and mix it up a little. And yes, Ivan... that's a can of worms you guys will all see opening more as the chapters go on. I think you've likely already begun to see how Jade processes things she finds upsetting. Basically, she doesn't, and this will come back to sting her. I shan't say too much more, though! So glad you're enjoying it, every time I read one of your lovely reviews I am smiling so widely :)

Sky Full of Stars - Chapter Four.

Here you go then, guys. An entire chapter of smut. Go forth and devour ;)

Previous chapters - One Two Three

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 4,633

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI!

What began as a rapid undressing of two people consumed by desire for one another slowed in tempo by the time their naked bodies hit the bed, though it still burned like the heat of a thousand suns. His body blanketed hers, chiselled muscles pressing her into the soft, white linen beneath, his tongue pooling a lick at the dip of her neck, lips scattering kisses upon the side of her throat.  

He felt glorious against her, her hands chartering the exploration of his body, a flush of goose pimples rising over his back as her short nails softly clawed down his sides, his teeth nipping at her neck before his mouth lowered. Wetting her hand with a slippery lick, she reached to curl a grasp around what had to be one of the most perfect, thick cocks she had ever witnessed, feeling it twitch against the slow pull she teased, a soft groan vibrating his throat as he sucked her nipple.  

“Mmm,” she purred, thumb rubbing the head of him, his abs twitching against her arm, “you’re so big.”  

“Mmhm.” he hummed with a wink, moving to kiss her with need before he slid from her grasp, elbows knocking her thighs further apart, his tongue circling her navel. He had her burning with incandescence, her flames rising to his touch, hips quaking when she felt him drag a thumb through her already glistening folds. Seeking out her clit, he began to stroke it teasingly lightly, barely any pressure there as his thumb circled, her little cry setting his insides to tingle.  

She felt it rush over her nerves in a glimmer, panting softly, that tentative contact becoming firmer as she felt his other hand move, two fingers pushing into her while his mouth moved to press hot, open-mouthed kisses upon her inner thigh. A simple crook of his fingers, raking them against her walls slowly but firmly sent heat skipping over her nerves, his eyes transfixed at the sight of her spread before him, completely lost to the bliss of his hands.  

“Oh, fuck that feels so good!” she cried, legs writhing, jolting a little when his teeth nipped softly at her inner thigh. 

He’d intended to tease her with the anticipation of it a little longer, but the sight of her, the warm wet glossing his fingers, those soft moans. It would take a stronger man than him to resist moving his hands and instead, burying his mouth against the soaked velvet of her folds. Each lick pressed into her firmly, his groan of desire all grit and baritone, nose tickled against the little landing strip of hair remaining, tongue flickering against the hot gush of her opening before it rolled up to begin beating against her clit.  

“Holy shit!” she gasped, her hands rooting in his hair, “how fucking fast can you move your tongue?” 

She felt him smile against her, sucking on her clit while looking up, hands reaching to gently knead her breasts. “Faster than that.”  

He... what? 

“You’re going to ruin me, aren’t you?” 

A deep laugh echoed his throat. “Yeah, that’s a given.”  

Despite her words, she wasn’t sure if he was being serious, until she felt it for herself, the tip of his tongue whirling rapidly over her hardened little bud, her eyes rolling back in her head as her mouth dropped open. How was he real? Truly, where was the downside of this gorgeous, intelligent, funny, lovely man who had a tongue that challenged the speed of sound? How? He’d likely have a flaw somewhere, but right at that moment, she was enjoying him being without any at all as he ate her with fervent desire.  

Her moans escalated, hands tugging his hair hard as she writhed against the relentlessness of every rapid lick, the ecstasy set to a rushing flood that poured golden through her veins. Holy shit. Not even she had made herself come that quickly before. She was only vaguely aware of him kissing her thigh for a few moments in the aftermath, her head fuzzy, lost to the pulse of her orgasm still throbbing through her entire being.  

The feeling of him pushing into her brought her back, her mouth dropping open. Oh, god. Even bigger than it looked, and... 

“Erm... condom?” she spoke, raising an eyebrow. 

He smirked, reaching out to grasp the empty wrapper between his fingers. “Already there. You were too busy being tongue drunk to notice.”  

“Oh,” she laughed quietly, whimpering softly as he began to move within her, kissing him with slow, sumptuous heat. “Are you going to get me nicely dick drunk now, too?” 

His eyes shone with lust, the green somehow seeming even brighter, although those beautiful irises were rapidly becoming eclipsed by the inking of his pupils. “Absolutely hammered, honey.”  

Utter adoration spurred the kisses they shared, fervent and hungry, her hands roaming his arms as she undulated her hips up into him, loving the feeling of being filled and stretched out, the pace even and rolling to begin with, their sync perfect.  

“Gorgeous,” he panted, hands running tenderly down her face, “so fucking beautiful.” 

Those words made her feel elated, their kisses heating up as he began to breech her with more urgency, cock hitting her summit as the need for greater friction consumed him. Her nails grazed his back, her soft moans becoming louder, legs winding around him as his thrusts quickly became completely uncontained in all out frenzy.  

“Oh, god. Fuck me.” she purred. He did, and oh, it was relentless. It was everything she hoped it would be over the past three days. She drank him in, knowing she only had four days left to enjoy this, savouring the feeling of his cock arrowing her soaking centre deeply, her nerves buzzing, pleasure streaking through her like a hail of shooting stars beneath her skin.   

Each hot, rhythmic grind against her walls had her fluttering madly, the breath knocked from her. Yes, he was ferocious with her, but it wasn’t a mindless battering of her innermost sacred area. He fucked her with purpose, knew exactly how to align his cock so it yielded nothing but pleasure within her, his groans hungry at her neck, hands pawing, lost and adrift on the vast sea that was sex with the woman who had captivated him beyond comprehension.  

It became so intense, she was unsure whether she was pulling back or driving against him, the sizzle of pleasure igniting her down to her very bones as his thrusts became staccato, both hurtling towards sweet, throbbing culmination. The heat snapped like a tempest, her thighs going rigid around him, his diligence tipping her into the swell of heaven mere moments after him.  

He continued to move in a slow glide within her, everything softening, his hands cupping her cheeks, kissing her, both fighting to breathe. They gazed with complete fondness at one another, Jade enjoying the way his cock felt as it twitched inside her, the burn of her release gently ebbing away. Eventually they found their way beneath the covers, only four hours of sleep in the early hours dictating they enjoy the comfort of a bed to also rest their heads in, Adrien curling around her as they drifted off.  

They’d been sleeping for two hours when Jade awoke to a strange noise, feeling a sudden shaking behind her. Turning, she saw him, hand clasped over his mouth, finally letting his laughter boom when he saw she’d woken herself up.  

“What the hell was that noise?” she asked sleepily, only tipping him into further hysterics. 

“You!” he hissed, “you just made a moo noise! It wasn’t even like a cow mooing, though. It was more a person doing a bad impersonation of a baby cow. Oh my god!”  

Not another nocturnal noise. Hiding her face, she felt warmth growing across her cheeks, eventually laughing as she emerged, Adrien pulling her into his arms. “Moo. That’s your name now.”  

And now a further nickname thanks to the aforementioned nocturnal noises. “Oh, my life. Famed for the noises I can make into a microphone and cursed by the ones I do in my sleep!” Looking at him, she aimed a soft slap to his shoulder. “Stop laughing at me!” 

“I can’t! It’s too funny!” He finally managed to compose himself, sensing her embarrassment, laying kisses atop her head as he stroked her hair.  

“I’m going to get you back, you know,” she spoke, moving out from his embrace as she turned him onto his back, seating herself astride him while stroking his chest. “You might enjoy it, though. It depends.” 

His eyebrow arched. “On what?” 

“On how open you are to the idea of relinquishing control.”  

“Hm,” he mused, looking thoughtful. “Usually not that much, my dominant streak is pretty hard wired. What did you have in mind?”  

Reaching to the side of the bed, he grabbed his jeans, pulling the belt free as she fixed him with a very suggestive look. Five minutes on from that, and he found himself bound tightly to the bedframe by his wrists, the brand-new leather a little constrictive against his skin. If anything, that added to the overall effect of being tied up, though.  

It then occurred to him; he was thirty-six, had done much tying up of his lover’s past, but this was the first time he’d ever allowed somebody else to do so with him. Swiftly, he became absent of all thoughts at all, her mouth teasing its way all over his body, finally reaching his cock and toying with him, a few kisses fluttered over the very tip, leaving him hanging in suspense before finally, her mouth sank, lips closing tightly around the base.  

His mouth dropped open, her lips pulsing around him a couple of times as he looked down at her in disbelief. “Um, I’m not complaining, but do you even have a gag reflex?” 

She dragged her mouth back up the thick of his shaft slowly, so slowly, his eyes virtually crossed, releasing him with a little slippery pop. “Nope.” Winking, her mouth travelled back down again, his head thudding against the pillows with a deep groan, chuckling a laugh that was one hundred percent filthy.  

Beautiful, talented, interesting, funny, sweet, and no gag reflex. He’d found the holy grail.  

“I swear,” she murmured, running her tongue up the thickened vein on the underside of his shaft, “you have the most perfect cock I have ever seen. They’re not aesthetically pleasing, but yours is. It’s beautiful. Mmm, feels just as gorgeous as it looks, too.” And she was complimentary, which didn’t hurt his ego at all. Each drag of her mouth had his muscles twitching, her hand taking over, tongue flickering over the very tip until she drew the kind of groans from him that arrowed right between her thighs.  

She had him gleaming from the wet of her tongue, hand tugging up and down as she sucked the head of him, hearing the leather creaking, his muscles bulging as he began to pull against the restraint. Letting him cool down, she moved her mouth to his chiselled abs, tongue trailing the rises and falls, hand pumping softly, making him keen for more, his back arching a little from the bed.  

Returning her mouth, she took him right to her throat once more, keeping it slow, slow, slow, the little shocks skittering over his muscles flourishing to relentless quivers, his cock jerking as she sucked him, tongue darting from side to side, sending him on a clear trajectory to utter mindlessness. Releasing him, she chartered a lick from the dark hair leading from his navel, slowly over his abs, up to his chest, softly biting his nipple as she moved astride him, guiding his harness into the slippery clasp of her... 

“Damn, that pretty little pussy is fucking soaking,” he groaned, hissing a moan when her teeth crushed against his nipple again with a little more acerbity, Jade sitting up to sink down on him fully. 

“All because of you, gorgeous. Seriously, just looking at you gets me wet.” Her purr preceded a lust filled gaze, smiling as she watched the pleasure dance in his eyes, licking her lip and squeezing her inner muscles around him in a powerful, viscid series of clenches. After a brief exchange had revealed both to be fine where STI’s were concerned and her on the pill, the idea of condoms had been abandoned. “I can’t wait to feel you fill me with cum, but baby, it isn’t going to happen anytime soon.”  

“Isn't it?” he rumbled, a sharp buck of his hips almost unseating her. 

“Ah, ah,” she warned, grasping his jaw, pushing two fingers into his mouth while lowering her lips to his neck. “None of that. Be a good boy and I’ll fuck you. Misbehave, and I’ll punish you. Understand?” Moving until only the very head of his cock remained within her, she squeezed on him again, and god, what that and her words did to his brain. 

Static. Mere buzzing where his thoughts would be. Thank you and goodnight, ladies and gentlemen. Adrien Brody had left the building. He was being dominated for the first time in his life, and it hit him with blunt force gravitas, how much it truly sparked his arousal from burning flames to complete wildfire.  

“Mmhmm.” he hummed in confirmation, sucking her fingers as she slowly pulled them from his mouth, replacing them for her tongue and kissing him with burning finesse. Rolling her hips, she ensnared the entire length of his shaft again, walls pulsing on him, pulling rumbling groans from deep in his chest that slowly begin to soften in pitch, a little helpless, his body still shuddering with an edge of hunger beneath hers.  

When she’d told him she was a cock tease, she had not been lying. At all.  

Finally, after squeezing and releasing him to the point of overly aroused agony, she began to slide upon him, hips weaving in a figure of eight and furtherly reducing him to a shaking wreck of a man beneath her. He was ruined, the sensation of his cock hitting her insides at every angle and depth fluttering up his spine, heart hammering so wildly he could hear the thrum of it echoing through his ears.  

She was a sexual goddess, a poison flower, the kind of woman who knew how to flay a man’s senses right down to the razor’s edge of his nerves, but in a way he wouldn’t ever be able to cease craving. It was that sharp edge she kept him teetering upon, too, building him up, watching carefully, gauging when he was close only to stop dead and deny his falling into the whirling, crashing sea of ecstasy he so desperately wanted to drown within.  

“If I... fuck... have a damned heart attack... just let it be known... I died... very happy,” he panted, hardly able to string a sentence together, Jade leaning to him, running her tongue in a slow glide up his cheek. She’d worked him to the point of orgasm six times, edging him to the boundaries of his own sanity. All the while too, watching the illimitably erotic sight of her fingers sweeping in circles over her clit. No wonder he could barely speak. The poor man was shaking like a leaf beneath her, finely sheened with sweat. It was time.  

The intent she began to move with had entire constellations lighting up and collapsing within him, hissing mutters of both curses and prayers as he felt it burn through him, cock jerking and filling her, coming so hard he felt knocked sideways by it. Her own undoing cascaded through her in ceaseless waves, all those little darts hitting every target, but none more so than watching just how hard he’d unravelled beneath her.  

“Are you okay down there?” she asked sweetly, giggling softly at the way his mouth hung agape, blinking slowly, eyebrows rising as he panted hard.  

“Yeah,” he finally croaked, grinning widely, “I’ve never come that hard in my entire life. Wow.”  

Leaning to him, they kissed with gentle heat, Jade reaching to unfasten the belt binding him to the bed, climbing off him to walk in a somewhat bow-legged stagger to the bathroom. Feeling very pleased with herself, she went about her business, washing her hands and splashing her face with water, her minimal makeup still looking good.  

Opening the door, she nearly died of fright, seeing Adrien standing right there. She’d assumed him to be still lost to the ebbing of his release, but no. Not so much. And the way he looked at her? Oooh.  

“You shouldn’t have untied me,” he spoke, deep voice raspy and sexy, a smirk beginning to tilt the corner of his mouth. 

“Shouldn’t I?” she asked, leaning against the doorframe. 

He shook his head, ducking to throw her over her shoulder. “You’re in trouble now.” 

The force of the spank he placed to her ass made her eyes widen, Jade carried back to the bed with the hugest grin upon her face. Another hard slap had her squealing, her mouth dropping open. If that was a starter smack, would she even be able to sit down once he was done with her?  

He placed her down on the end of the bed, hands reaching beneath her arms to pull her up until she was kneeling, hand lifting her chin, his thumb running over her lower lip. “Stay there. Don’t you move an inch.” 

The way he delivered those words, the instruction clear and firm, ohhh. As a woman very much in the driving seat of her life, one who did not give up control easily or bend to the will of others unless she wanted to, being given orders didn’t sit well with her. However, that one did. The little sparkle rippling her core told her how much, too.  

The bed dipped with his weight as he moved behind her, Jade hearing the sound of his belt buckle rattle, the leather caressing her forearms as he bound them together. He weaved it around, her wrists crossed and fastened, lamenting that he didn’t have something more substantial than a mere belt. “I wish I had access to rope. I’d bind you up if we were at my place, suspend you from the hook I have hanging on a chain above my bed, and make you watch me fuck you while you’re all tied up tight.” 

Fire. Blazing fire burned through her, his lips dropping hot, opened mouthed kisses against her neck, hands moving to stroke swirls across her breasts. “So, you’re a freak, is what you’re telling me, hmm?” 

“On occasion.” His teeth nipped at her earlobe, a rumbled chuckle setting her blood to boil. “Shhh. No more talking. I’m accepting pretty little moans only, or nothing at all.”  

Nobody told her to shush, and she liked it about as much as she didn’t. And he knew. His hands slid over her skin, chartering paths of heat, one reaching her throat and gently grasping. It flashed through her mind for a moment, the last time her neck had been held, her body stiffening until the stroke of his fingertips over her throat brought her back from memories of the man who’d hurt her worse than she’d ever been, back to the one she felt herself falling easily into a place of trust with.  

A few more kisses were scattered over her neck, her shoulder, feeling him move himself beneath her, Adrien taking to his back and pushing her thighs apart, her body lowering to straddle his head. The desire to reach for his gloriously muscular arms as he brought them through her thighs gap as well was huge, not settling with the notion of being incapacitated quite as well as he had, her finger beginning to fiddle in an attempt to free herself.  

Immediately, she was reprimanded, his hand smacking her ass so hard, her eyes watered. “Behave.” 

“It’s your fault,” she purred, watching as he laid kisses upon her inner thighs, “having those gorgeous arms I’m just dying to stroke.” 

His hand met her ass again, the smack even harder. “I said no talking, Jade.”  

“But...”  

Again, his hand brought a stinging reprimand. “With every word you keep speaking, I’ll add another minute to how long you have to wait to feel my mouth right here.” He kissed her slit, that press of his lips making her nerves bounce, Jade biting her lip and nodding. She could have continued to fight, not bend to him, but oh, not when she remembered how crazily good that man was with his tongue. If obedience meant she’d receive that faster, then she could be good for him. 

His mouth ghosted around her apex, teasing the promise, soft kisses eventually pressed, his tongue licking the uppermost juncture of her thigh, her legs beginning to quiver. His lips brought sparks to cinder upon her skin, the arousal rushing over her body like a spring breeze with just the slightest tingle of chill, his teeth closing in a soft bite upon her thigh making her muscles bounce.  

His tease had her teetering on the precipice of anticipation, more so than she could ever remember, big hands kneading her tits, thumbs skimming over her pebbled nipples until finally, she felt the gratification she needed. Pushing his tongue flat against her dewy opening, he ran a long, slow, firm lick up to her clit, the wide press parting her folds with delicious precision.  

The taste of her flooded his senses, earthy like honey with a little note of citrus sharp, a few more long licks pulling the kind of moans from her that made his cock begin twitching back into life, closing her nipples in a soft pinch between his thumbs and forefingers. Her hips began to sway, and he allowed it, happily left her ride the blade of his tongue, swirling through her folds with a hungry grunt.  

A bonfire of pleasure began to crackle deep, like the amber of flames glowing through the blackest of nights, her breath shuddered as she felt his nose very deliberately nudging her clit while his tongue dipped her soaking hole. God, he was too good. Biting sparks flickered when he returned his tongue to her bud, circling her, slowly and firmly, watching her soft abs flex, fingers pinching firmer as he rolled her nipples deliciously between his thumbs and forefingers.  

Each expeditious flicker of his tongue all over her swollen clit pulled her pleasure further forth, her soft moans escalating to helpless wails, thighs shaking. She knew he’d do it, guessed his intention would be to – as he had warned when they first met – tease her back twice as badly, Adrien removing the contact and turning his head to kiss her inner thigh.  

The indignance of being left on simmer almost prompted her voice, to verbalise in protest, but she didn’t dare. Not if it meant he ceased altogether. Edging she could handle, but having his mouth right there against her sex without the incandescent laving of his tongue would be a torture she couldn’t withstand.  

Still, she was made to wait, the heat of his breath against her doing nothing but further driving her need, his tongue finally returning to her, chasing the pleasure until it welled warm and syrupy down her spine, puddling at her cunt, soaking his mouth. She likely thought he’d edge her to death with his mouth, but he was nothing if not a lover prepared to keep the woman he was with guessing.  

Closing his lips around her clit, he began to suck, increasing the pressure, smiling against the velvet wet of her as he evoked those beautiful, helpless, lust drenched wails, stopping at the crucial moment to gently touch his tongue against her instead. It wasn’t quite a lick, tiny little prods enough to keep her in rapture, but not enough to let her release surge.  

He removed his mouth entirely then, moving to kneel behind her, sliding a fingertip down her spine, his tongue then slowly following the path back up as his hand gently grasped the back of her neck, pushing gently but firmly.  

“Down.”  

That one simple word, delivered in rumbling baritone, sent pleasure skittering over her nerves, the force of his hand pressing her into the comforter and holding her there only adding to the forest fire that began to burn through her.  

Grasping his cock, he began to tease her folds, parting her walls an inch, then two, her whine helpless. “Told you, twice as badly.” He chuckled, making her growl low in her throat, his big hand coming down to smack her ass, the other rooting itself in her mountain of blonde waves. “But you’ll take it, though. You don’t have any other choice...” Grasping her hair, he hauled her up until her back hit his chest, the leather binding her wrists creaking, “...and that’s what turns you on the most, isn’t it?” 

“Mm,” she mewled, her heart crashing like a storm within her chest. 

“You can speak now, honey. I wanna hear you beg for my cock.” 

Oh, he was evil. Yes, she liked it more than she was prepared to admit. Just because she was completely at his mercy, though, it didn’t mean she couldn’t claw a little control back, use her words to her advantage. 

“You have no idea how much I want to feel you sliding that perfect, thick cock right up in me. I need it, need to feel you pounding me into the bed while you hold me down, spread me wide, make me scream for you. Please, baby. Please fuck me.” 

She was forced back down again, his cock nudging against her clit before it moved to spear into her, filling her deep. She cried out as he split her, her walls fluttering madly, the sensation of it fizzing down to her bones. He fell into a rhythm that had her gasping, hips hitting hard against her as the sound of flesh smacking together filled the air, his thickness scraping sparks through her walls.  

He was heavy and overbearing within her, hand fisted tightly in her hair, the other moving to clasp her where she was bound, fingers grasping hers in a move much tenderer than the onslaught he fucked her with. His groans went to gravel, like boulders crashing against one another, pounding against a spot within her that sent constellations glittering into life.  

Her tight, wet walls pulsed around him, drawing grits and cusses from him as he railed her into the bed, hand spanking another welt onto her ass, his fingers entwining with hers again as they both began to hurtle towards nirvana. Releasing the grasp on her neck, his hand moved beneath her, fingers stretching to tease heat at her clit, her wails hoarse, body shuddering against his as he moved like a jackhammer within her.  

It was fervid and wild, his cock hitting her summit again and again as she felt it jerk, her waves crashing against his shore as she came with a feral cry, the sensation of it rolling up her spine and back again as she felt him filling her with cum. He finally slowed, the flutters of her walls around him keeping him under the spell her body had cast upon him, hands moving to unfasten her binding. He gently rubbed her wrists, cock exiting her, watching the load he’d just shot deep beginning to drip out.  

They collapsed then, finding one another’s arms, everything melting into sweet serenity as they shared soft kisses, and time stood still. Neither had experienced contentment quite like it before. 

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Sky Full of Stars - Chapter Four.

Here you go then, guys. An entire chapter of smut. Go forth and devour ;)

Previous chapters - One Two Three

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 4,633

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI!

What began as a rapid undressing of two people consumed by desire for one another slowed in tempo by the time their naked bodies hit the bed, though it still burned like the heat of a thousand suns. His body blanketed hers, chiselled muscles pressing her into the soft, white linen beneath, his tongue pooling a lick at the dip of her neck, lips scattering kisses upon the side of her throat.  

He felt glorious against her, her hands chartering the exploration of his body, a flush of goose pimples rising over his back as her short nails softly clawed down his sides, his teeth nipping at her neck before his mouth lowered. Wetting her hand with a slippery lick, she reached to curl a grasp around what had to be one of the most perfect, thick cocks she had ever witnessed, feeling it twitch against the slow pull she teased, a soft groan vibrating his throat as he sucked her nipple.  

“Mmm,” she purred, thumb rubbing the head of him, his abs twitching against her arm, “you’re so big.”  

“Mmhm.” he hummed with a wink, moving to kiss her with need before he slid from her grasp, elbows knocking her thighs further apart, his tongue circling her navel. He had her burning with incandescence, her flames rising to his touch, hips quaking when she felt him drag a thumb through her already glistening folds. Seeking out her clit, he began to stroke it teasingly lightly, barely any pressure there as his thumb circled, her little cry setting his insides to tingle.  

She felt it rush over her nerves in a glimmer, panting softly, that tentative contact becoming firmer as she felt his other hand move, two fingers pushing into her while his mouth moved to press hot, open-mouthed kisses upon her inner thigh. A simple crook of his fingers, raking them against her walls slowly but firmly sent heat skipping over her nerves, his eyes transfixed at the sight of her spread before him, completely lost to the bliss of his hands.  

“Oh, fuck that feels so good!” she cried, legs writhing, jolting a little when his teeth nipped softly at her inner thigh. 

He’d intended to tease her with the anticipation of it a little longer, but the sight of her, the warm wet glossing his fingers, those soft moans. It would take a stronger man than him to resist moving his hands and instead, burying his mouth against the soaked velvet of her folds. Each lick pressed into her firmly, his groan of desire all grit and baritone, nose tickled against the little landing strip of hair remaining, tongue flickering against the hot gush of her opening before it rolled up to begin beating against her clit.  

“Holy shit!” she gasped, her hands rooting in his hair, “how fucking fast can you move your tongue?” 

She felt him smile against her, sucking on her clit while looking up, hands reaching to gently knead her breasts. “Faster than that.”  

He... what? 

“You’re going to ruin me, aren’t you?” 

A deep laugh echoed his throat. “Yeah, that’s a given.”  

Despite her words, she wasn’t sure if he was being serious, until she felt it for herself, the tip of his tongue whirling rapidly over her hardened little bud, her eyes rolling back in her head as her mouth dropped open. How was he real? Truly, where was the downside of this gorgeous, intelligent, funny, lovely man who had a tongue that challenged the speed of sound? How? He’d likely have a flaw somewhere, but right at that moment, she was enjoying him being without any at all as he ate her with fervent desire.  

Her moans escalated, hands tugging his hair hard as she writhed against the relentlessness of every rapid lick, the ecstasy set to a rushing flood that poured golden through her veins. Holy shit. Not even she had made herself come that quickly before. She was only vaguely aware of him kissing her thigh for a few moments in the aftermath, her head fuzzy, lost to the pulse of her orgasm still throbbing through her entire being.  

The feeling of him pushing into her brought her back, her mouth dropping open. Oh, god. Even bigger than it looked, and... 

“Erm... condom?” she spoke, raising an eyebrow. 

He smirked, reaching out to grasp the empty wrapper between his fingers. “Already there. You were too busy being tongue drunk to notice.”  

“Oh,” she laughed quietly, whimpering softly as he began to move within her, kissing him with slow, sumptuous heat. “Are you going to get me nicely dick drunk now, too?” 

His eyes shone with lust, the green somehow seeming even brighter, although those beautiful irises were rapidly becoming eclipsed by the inking of his pupils. “Absolutely hammered, honey.”  

Utter adoration spurred the kisses they shared, fervent and hungry, her hands roaming his arms as she undulated her hips up into him, loving the feeling of being filled and stretched out, the pace even and rolling to begin with, their sync perfect.  

“Gorgeous,” he panted, hands running tenderly down her face, “so fucking beautiful.” 

Those words made her feel elated, their kisses heating up as he began to breech her with more urgency, cock hitting her summit as the need for greater friction consumed him. Her nails grazed his back, her soft moans becoming louder, legs winding around him as his thrusts quickly became completely uncontained in all out frenzy.  

“Oh, god. Fuck me.” she purred. He did, and oh, it was relentless. It was everything she hoped it would be over the past three days. She drank him in, knowing she only had four days left to enjoy this, savouring the feeling of his cock arrowing her soaking centre deeply, her nerves buzzing, pleasure streaking through her like a hail of shooting stars beneath her skin.   

Each hot, rhythmic grind against her walls had her fluttering madly, the breath knocked from her. Yes, he was ferocious with her, but it wasn’t a mindless battering of her innermost sacred area. He fucked her with purpose, knew exactly how to align his cock so it yielded nothing but pleasure within her, his groans hungry at her neck, hands pawing, lost and adrift on the vast sea that was sex with the woman who had captivated him beyond comprehension.  

It became so intense, she was unsure whether she was pulling back or driving against him, the sizzle of pleasure igniting her down to her very bones as his thrusts became staccato, both hurtling towards sweet, throbbing culmination. The heat snapped like a tempest, her thighs going rigid around him, his diligence tipping her into the swell of heaven mere moments after him.  

He continued to move in a slow glide within her, everything softening, his hands cupping her cheeks, kissing her, both fighting to breathe. They gazed with complete fondness at one another, Jade enjoying the way his cock felt as it twitched inside her, the burn of her release gently ebbing away. Eventually they found their way beneath the covers, only four hours of sleep in the early hours dictating they enjoy the comfort of a bed to also rest their heads in, Adrien curling around her as they drifted off.  

They’d been sleeping for two hours when Jade awoke to a strange noise, feeling a sudden shaking behind her. Turning, she saw him, hand clasped over his mouth, finally letting his laughter boom when he saw she’d woken herself up.  

“What the hell was that noise?” she asked sleepily, only tipping him into further hysterics. 

“You!” he hissed, “you just made a moo noise! It wasn’t even like a cow mooing, though. It was more a person doing a bad impersonation of a baby cow. Oh my god!”  

Not another nocturnal noise. Hiding her face, she felt warmth growing across her cheeks, eventually laughing as she emerged, Adrien pulling her into his arms. “Moo. That’s your name now.”  

And now a further nickname thanks to the aforementioned nocturnal noises. “Oh, my life. Famed for the noises I can make into a microphone and cursed by the ones I do in my sleep!” Looking at him, she aimed a soft slap to his shoulder. “Stop laughing at me!” 

“I can’t! It’s too funny!” He finally managed to compose himself, sensing her embarrassment, laying kisses atop her head as he stroked her hair.  

“I’m going to get you back, you know,” she spoke, moving out from his embrace as she turned him onto his back, seating herself astride him while stroking his chest. “You might enjoy it, though. It depends.” 

His eyebrow arched. “On what?” 

“On how open you are to the idea of relinquishing control.”  

“Hm,” he mused, looking thoughtful. “Usually not that much, my dominant streak is pretty hard wired. What did you have in mind?”  

Reaching to the side of the bed, he grabbed his jeans, pulling the belt free as she fixed him with a very suggestive look. Five minutes on from that, and he found himself bound tightly to the bedframe by his wrists, the brand-new leather a little constrictive against his skin. If anything, that added to the overall effect of being tied up, though.  

It then occurred to him; he was thirty-six, had done much tying up of his lover’s past, but this was the first time he’d ever allowed somebody else to do so with him. Swiftly, he became absent of all thoughts at all, her mouth teasing its way all over his body, finally reaching his cock and toying with him, a few kisses fluttered over the very tip, leaving him hanging in suspense before finally, her mouth sank, lips closing tightly around the base.  

His mouth dropped open, her lips pulsing around him a couple of times as he looked down at her in disbelief. “Um, I’m not complaining, but do you even have a gag reflex?” 

She dragged her mouth back up the thick of his shaft slowly, so slowly, his eyes virtually crossed, releasing him with a little slippery pop. “Nope.” Winking, her mouth travelled back down again, his head thudding against the pillows with a deep groan, chuckling a laugh that was one hundred percent filthy.  

Beautiful, talented, interesting, funny, sweet, and no gag reflex. He’d found the holy grail.  

“I swear,” she murmured, running her tongue up the thickened vein on the underside of his shaft, “you have the most perfect cock I have ever seen. They’re not aesthetically pleasing, but yours is. It’s beautiful. Mmm, feels just as gorgeous as it looks, too.” And she was complimentary, which didn’t hurt his ego at all. Each drag of her mouth had his muscles twitching, her hand taking over, tongue flickering over the very tip until she drew the kind of groans from him that arrowed right between her thighs.  

She had him gleaming from the wet of her tongue, hand tugging up and down as she sucked the head of him, hearing the leather creaking, his muscles bulging as he began to pull against the restraint. Letting him cool down, she moved her mouth to his chiselled abs, tongue trailing the rises and falls, hand pumping softly, making him keen for more, his back arching a little from the bed.  

Returning her mouth, she took him right to her throat once more, keeping it slow, slow, slow, the little shocks skittering over his muscles flourishing to relentless quivers, his cock jerking as she sucked him, tongue darting from side to side, sending him on a clear trajectory to utter mindlessness. Releasing him, she chartered a lick from the dark hair leading from his navel, slowly over his abs, up to his chest, softly biting his nipple as she moved astride him, guiding his harness into the slippery clasp of her... 

“Damn, that pretty little pussy is fucking soaking,” he groaned, hissing a moan when her teeth crushed against his nipple again with a little more acerbity, Jade sitting up to sink down on him fully. 

“All because of you, gorgeous. Seriously, just looking at you gets me wet.” Her purr preceded a lust filled gaze, smiling as she watched the pleasure dance in his eyes, licking her lip and squeezing her inner muscles around him in a powerful, viscid series of clenches. After a brief exchange had revealed both to be fine where STI’s were concerned and her on the pill, the idea of condoms had been abandoned. “I can’t wait to feel you fill me with cum, but baby, it isn’t going to happen anytime soon.”  

“Isn't it?” he rumbled, a sharp buck of his hips almost unseating her. 

“Ah, ah,” she warned, grasping his jaw, pushing two fingers into his mouth while lowering her lips to his neck. “None of that. Be a good boy and I’ll fuck you. Misbehave, and I’ll punish you. Understand?” Moving until only the very head of his cock remained within her, she squeezed on him again, and god, what that and her words did to his brain. 

Static. Mere buzzing where his thoughts would be. Thank you and goodnight, ladies and gentlemen. Adrien Brody had left the building. He was being dominated for the first time in his life, and it hit him with blunt force gravitas, how much it truly sparked his arousal from burning flames to complete wildfire.  

“Mmhmm.” he hummed in confirmation, sucking her fingers as she slowly pulled them from his mouth, replacing them for her tongue and kissing him with burning finesse. Rolling her hips, she ensnared the entire length of his shaft again, walls pulsing on him, pulling rumbling groans from deep in his chest that slowly begin to soften in pitch, a little helpless, his body still shuddering with an edge of hunger beneath hers.  

When she’d told him she was a cock tease, she had not been lying. At all.  

Finally, after squeezing and releasing him to the point of overly aroused agony, she began to slide upon him, hips weaving in a figure of eight and furtherly reducing him to a shaking wreck of a man beneath her. He was ruined, the sensation of his cock hitting her insides at every angle and depth fluttering up his spine, heart hammering so wildly he could hear the thrum of it echoing through his ears.  

She was a sexual goddess, a poison flower, the kind of woman who knew how to flay a man’s senses right down to the razor’s edge of his nerves, but in a way he wouldn’t ever be able to cease craving. It was that sharp edge she kept him teetering upon, too, building him up, watching carefully, gauging when he was close only to stop dead and deny his falling into the whirling, crashing sea of ecstasy he so desperately wanted to drown within.  

“If I... fuck... have a damned heart attack... just let it be known... I died... very happy,” he panted, hardly able to string a sentence together, Jade leaning to him, running her tongue in a slow glide up his cheek. She’d worked him to the point of orgasm six times, edging him to the boundaries of his own sanity. All the while too, watching the illimitably erotic sight of her fingers sweeping in circles over her clit. No wonder he could barely speak. The poor man was shaking like a leaf beneath her, finely sheened with sweat. It was time.  

The intent she began to move with had entire constellations lighting up and collapsing within him, hissing mutters of both curses and prayers as he felt it burn through him, cock jerking and filling her, coming so hard he felt knocked sideways by it. Her own undoing cascaded through her in ceaseless waves, all those little darts hitting every target, but none more so than watching just how hard he’d unravelled beneath her.  

“Are you okay down there?” she asked sweetly, giggling softly at the way his mouth hung agape, blinking slowly, eyebrows rising as he panted hard.  

“Yeah,” he finally croaked, grinning widely, “I’ve never come that hard in my entire life. Wow.”  

Leaning to him, they kissed with gentle heat, Jade reaching to unfasten the belt binding him to the bed, climbing off him to walk in a somewhat bow-legged stagger to the bathroom. Feeling very pleased with herself, she went about her business, washing her hands and splashing her face with water, her minimal makeup still looking good.  

Opening the door, she nearly died of fright, seeing Adrien standing right there. She’d assumed him to be still lost to the ebbing of his release, but no. Not so much. And the way he looked at her? Oooh.  

“You shouldn’t have untied me,” he spoke, deep voice raspy and sexy, a smirk beginning to tilt the corner of his mouth. 

“Shouldn’t I?” she asked, leaning against the doorframe. 

He shook his head, ducking to throw her over her shoulder. “You’re in trouble now.” 

The force of the spank he placed to her ass made her eyes widen, Jade carried back to the bed with the hugest grin upon her face. Another hard slap had her squealing, her mouth dropping open. If that was a starter smack, would she even be able to sit down once he was done with her?  

He placed her down on the end of the bed, hands reaching beneath her arms to pull her up until she was kneeling, hand lifting her chin, his thumb running over her lower lip. “Stay there. Don’t you move an inch.” 

The way he delivered those words, the instruction clear and firm, ohhh. As a woman very much in the driving seat of her life, one who did not give up control easily or bend to the will of others unless she wanted to, being given orders didn’t sit well with her. However, that one did. The little sparkle rippling her core told her how much, too.  

The bed dipped with his weight as he moved behind her, Jade hearing the sound of his belt buckle rattle, the leather caressing her forearms as he bound them together. He weaved it around, her wrists crossed and fastened, lamenting that he didn’t have something more substantial than a mere belt. “I wish I had access to rope. I’d bind you up if we were at my place, suspend you from the hook I have hanging on a chain above my bed, and make you watch me fuck you while you’re all tied up tight.” 

Fire. Blazing fire burned through her, his lips dropping hot, opened mouthed kisses against her neck, hands moving to stroke swirls across her breasts. “So, you’re a freak, is what you’re telling me, hmm?” 

“On occasion.” His teeth nipped at her earlobe, a rumbled chuckle setting her blood to boil. “Shhh. No more talking. I’m accepting pretty little moans only, or nothing at all.”  

Nobody told her to shush, and she liked it about as much as she didn’t. And he knew. His hands slid over her skin, chartering paths of heat, one reaching her throat and gently grasping. It flashed through her mind for a moment, the last time her neck had been held, her body stiffening until the stroke of his fingertips over her throat brought her back from memories of the man who’d hurt her worse than she’d ever been, back to the one she felt herself falling easily into a place of trust with.  

A few more kisses were scattered over her neck, her shoulder, feeling him move himself beneath her, Adrien taking to his back and pushing her thighs apart, her body lowering to straddle his head. The desire to reach for his gloriously muscular arms as he brought them through her thighs gap as well was huge, not settling with the notion of being incapacitated quite as well as he had, her finger beginning to fiddle in an attempt to free herself.  

Immediately, she was reprimanded, his hand smacking her ass so hard, her eyes watered. “Behave.” 

“It’s your fault,” she purred, watching as he laid kisses upon her inner thighs, “having those gorgeous arms I’m just dying to stroke.” 

His hand met her ass again, the smack even harder. “I said no talking, Jade.”  

“But...”  

Again, his hand brought a stinging reprimand. “With every word you keep speaking, I’ll add another minute to how long you have to wait to feel my mouth right here.” He kissed her slit, that press of his lips making her nerves bounce, Jade biting her lip and nodding. She could have continued to fight, not bend to him, but oh, not when she remembered how crazily good that man was with his tongue. If obedience meant she’d receive that faster, then she could be good for him. 

His mouth ghosted around her apex, teasing the promise, soft kisses eventually pressed, his tongue licking the uppermost juncture of her thigh, her legs beginning to quiver. His lips brought sparks to cinder upon her skin, the arousal rushing over her body like a spring breeze with just the slightest tingle of chill, his teeth closing in a soft bite upon her thigh making her muscles bounce.  

His tease had her teetering on the precipice of anticipation, more so than she could ever remember, big hands kneading her tits, thumbs skimming over her pebbled nipples until finally, she felt the gratification she needed. Pushing his tongue flat against her dewy opening, he ran a long, slow, firm lick up to her clit, the wide press parting her folds with delicious precision.  

The taste of her flooded his senses, earthy like honey with a little note of citrus sharp, a few more long licks pulling the kind of moans from her that made his cock begin twitching back into life, closing her nipples in a soft pinch between his thumbs and forefingers. Her hips began to sway, and he allowed it, happily left her ride the blade of his tongue, swirling through her folds with a hungry grunt.  

A bonfire of pleasure began to crackle deep, like the amber of flames glowing through the blackest of nights, her breath shuddered as she felt his nose very deliberately nudging her clit while his tongue dipped her soaking hole. God, he was too good. Biting sparks flickered when he returned his tongue to her bud, circling her, slowly and firmly, watching her soft abs flex, fingers pinching firmer as he rolled her nipples deliciously between his thumbs and forefingers.  

Each expeditious flicker of his tongue all over her swollen clit pulled her pleasure further forth, her soft moans escalating to helpless wails, thighs shaking. She knew he’d do it, guessed his intention would be to – as he had warned when they first met – tease her back twice as badly, Adrien removing the contact and turning his head to kiss her inner thigh.  

The indignance of being left on simmer almost prompted her voice, to verbalise in protest, but she didn’t dare. Not if it meant he ceased altogether. Edging she could handle, but having his mouth right there against her sex without the incandescent laving of his tongue would be a torture she couldn’t withstand.  

Still, she was made to wait, the heat of his breath against her doing nothing but further driving her need, his tongue finally returning to her, chasing the pleasure until it welled warm and syrupy down her spine, puddling at her cunt, soaking his mouth. She likely thought he’d edge her to death with his mouth, but he was nothing if not a lover prepared to keep the woman he was with guessing.  

Closing his lips around her clit, he began to suck, increasing the pressure, smiling against the velvet wet of her as he evoked those beautiful, helpless, lust drenched wails, stopping at the crucial moment to gently touch his tongue against her instead. It wasn’t quite a lick, tiny little prods enough to keep her in rapture, but not enough to let her release surge.  

He removed his mouth entirely then, moving to kneel behind her, sliding a fingertip down her spine, his tongue then slowly following the path back up as his hand gently grasped the back of her neck, pushing gently but firmly.  

“Down.”  

That one simple word, delivered in rumbling baritone, sent pleasure skittering over her nerves, the force of his hand pressing her into the comforter and holding her there only adding to the forest fire that began to burn through her.  

Grasping his cock, he began to tease her folds, parting her walls an inch, then two, her whine helpless. “Told you, twice as badly.” He chuckled, making her growl low in her throat, his big hand coming down to smack her ass, the other rooting itself in her mountain of blonde waves. “But you’ll take it, though. You don’t have any other choice...” Grasping her hair, he hauled her up until her back hit his chest, the leather binding her wrists creaking, “...and that’s what turns you on the most, isn’t it?” 

“Mm,” she mewled, her heart crashing like a storm within her chest. 

“You can speak now, honey. I wanna hear you beg for my cock.” 

Oh, he was evil. Yes, she liked it more than she was prepared to admit. Just because she was completely at his mercy, though, it didn’t mean she couldn’t claw a little control back, use her words to her advantage. 

“You have no idea how much I want to feel you sliding that perfect, thick cock right up in me. I need it, need to feel you pounding me into the bed while you hold me down, spread me wide, make me scream for you. Please, baby. Please fuck me.” 

She was forced back down again, his cock nudging against her clit before it moved to spear into her, filling her deep. She cried out as he split her, her walls fluttering madly, the sensation of it fizzing down to her bones. He fell into a rhythm that had her gasping, hips hitting hard against her as the sound of flesh smacking together filled the air, his thickness scraping sparks through her walls.  

He was heavy and overbearing within her, hand fisted tightly in her hair, the other moving to clasp her where she was bound, fingers grasping hers in a move much tenderer than the onslaught he fucked her with. His groans went to gravel, like boulders crashing against one another, pounding against a spot within her that sent constellations glittering into life.  

Her tight, wet walls pulsed around him, drawing grits and cusses from him as he railed her into the bed, hand spanking another welt onto her ass, his fingers entwining with hers again as they both began to hurtle towards nirvana. Releasing the grasp on her neck, his hand moved beneath her, fingers stretching to tease heat at her clit, her wails hoarse, body shuddering against his as he moved like a jackhammer within her.  

It was fervid and wild, his cock hitting her summit again and again as she felt it jerk, her waves crashing against his shore as she came with a feral cry, the sensation of it rolling up her spine and back again as she felt him filling her with cum. He finally slowed, the flutters of her walls around him keeping him under the spell her body had cast upon him, hands moving to unfasten her binding. He gently rubbed her wrists, cock exiting her, watching the load he’d just shot deep beginning to drip out.  

They collapsed then, finding one another’s arms, everything melting into sweet serenity as they shared soft kisses, and time stood still. Neither had experienced contentment quite like it before. 

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