Shacking Up(94)

I'm completely on display for him. Bare for him. Vulnerable. But it doesn't create any of the self-consciousness I expect, because the expression on his face is pure, unfiltered desire.

He curves forward, spreading my legs farther apart, hands still wrapped around my ankles. I'm not sure what his plan is until he licks me again, one long slow stroke of his tongue, a fast swirl and a long, hard suck on my clit.

I cry out and arch, but he's still holding my damn ankles, so I can't get away from the intensity of his mouth. He keeps me spread, his mouth on me, getting me close again.

Before I fall over the edge and into the blissful abyss he releases one of my ankles, but only one, and looks up from between my legs. Then he fists his cock. "I'm going to fuck you now, Ruby. Are you ready for that?"

"Oh God. Yes. Please. That would be so amazing." I would love it if I could be a little less eager about the whole thing, but he's left me hanging, and all I can think about is how fantastic it's going to feel when he's filling me.

His smirk tells me he knows exactly what's going on in my head. Or maybe it's my breathy tone and the way I'm attempting to lift my hips off the bed, even though he's still holding my damn ankle.

When he rubs the head of his cock over my clit I jerk and moan. Finally letting go of my ankle, he slips his arm under my knee, pulling it up as he stretches out on top of me.

I can feel him, thick and hard against my pelvis. I try to readjust our position, but I'm not having much luck. "I thought you said you were going to fuck me now." I'm a little snappy.

He might be more smug than necessary. "I'm getting to that. This is an exercise in patience, Ruby."

"I've waited a lot of weeks for this."

"So you can wait a little longer." He eases his hips back and the thick shaft slides over my clit, the head following. He reaches across to the nightstand, fumbling around for a second before he finds the condoms. He's quick about tearing one free and rolling it on. And then he's pushing inside and I'm moaning and he's groaning.

The first few strokes are slow as I adjust. But those are the only ones that fall into the slow and gentle category, because after that, Bancroft's civility ceases to exist. He drills into me, hips slapping against mine, fast and hard. I come. And then come again as he growls dirty things in my ear. Telling me how amazing my pussy is. How it's his now, and no one else can have it but him.

I like it a lot.

After he comes he collapses on top of me-not completely, he braces his weight on his straining, twitching forearms. I don't think I've ever been so sated in my life.

I'm so sweaty. I'm pretty sure there's glitter all over Bancroft's sheets. And Bancroft. I can't actually find it in me to care or do anything about it. Not that there's anything I can reasonably do anyway.

One thing I've noticed with the glitter is that no matter how many times I wash things, it's still hangs around after the fact, shiny reminders of my temporary job.

"Does this mean you're not angry anymore?" I ask when he tucks me into his side.



       
         
       
        

"For now."

"You have plans to be angry with me later?"

"I'm putting it on hold until morning."

"Same." I snuggle into him, getting comfortable. We can deal with all the unsaid things later. Right now I'm going to bask. And then sleep. And then maybe more sex.





Chapter 18: Bliss to Bad News


BANCROFT

Sex with Ruby is unlike the sex I've had in any other relationship. It's not civilized, but it's not savage either. Ruby is the ideal balance between sweetly docile and confidently naughty, and she knows exactly when one works and the other is necessary. She's fucking perfect.

The biggest problem we seem to have is that our schedules don't match. She goes to bed an hour or two before I get up for my day. By the time I get home from work, she's on her way out the door or already long gone.

Two days after our initial argument, followed by the fuck of the century, I'm woken up twenty minutes before my alarm goes off to a blow job. This time I get to come in Ruby's pretty, perfect mouth.

Monday is one of Ruby's days off. I go into work in the morning but I schedule the afternoon to work from home. I don't plan to do much actual work. I plan to do Ruby. Repeatedly. On any available surface.

I arrive home just after two and find her in the kitchen, humming away, making coffee and microwave s'mores. Apparently it's her favorite thing. I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her up against me, nuzzling into her hair. "Is this your version of a healthy breakfast?"

She turns around in my arms. "Healthy no. Breakfast yes. Want one?"